Chapter 158 Zeng Anmin: Dad, were you defrauding me when I co-authored the book? ? !

Looking at the majestic and majestic Huzi.

Zeng Anmin's eyes gradually became serious.

"When my father entered Taoism with "Yu", it was condensed into a Dharma form, with a Confucian utensil "Wat"."

Dad flicked his fingers.

The green wat floated from his father's hand to Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Anmin did not stretch out his hand, but quietly looked at the Wat Zi suspended in front of him.

"Since ancient times, there have been many great Confucian scholars who have used the "Wat" as a Confucian tool. However, the paths of their predecessors were all understood by their predecessors. We, the Confucian cultivators, can imitate them, but they are not as smooth and satisfactory as the enlightenment of their predecessors."< br>

"And Xiao Wenxin is the one who understands his own attack method, and it will be the attack method that belongs to you and is most suitable for you."

When the father said this, a sharp look flashed across his face.

The next moment.

Zeng Anmin saw the wat in front of him suddenly brighten in blue.

Shining like a bright moon.

"And the method that my father realized at the beginning...is only applicable to the demon clan."

Zeng Shilin waved his hand and the wat disappeared.

"Um?"

Zeng Anmin looked up at his father blankly.

You show your Confucianism.

Isn't it to put on a big show?

Why...is it so anticlimactic?

"The means that Xiao Wenxin has realized can be said to be the life-saving skills of every Confucian and Taoist monk, and they will not be publicized to the outside world."

Seeing Zeng Anmin's blank expression, Dad coughed and explained.

? ? ?

Zeng Anmin understood instantly.

"Then you don't have to guard against me, right?"

Zeng Anmin was speechless.

"Then don't worry about it. What my father is teaching you now are Confucian skills learned by predecessors, and they are also Confucian skills that "Wat" can use."

Zeng Shilin didn't want to talk so much to the good boy, he said calmly:

"Show your wat."

After Zeng Anmin nodded, his thoughts moved slightly.

A golden wat shook out from the sea of consciousness and appeared in Zeng Anmin's hand.

Exuding a majestic light.

Even though it is not the first time to see the golden wat.

Dad was still a little distracted.

gold.

This is an ancient legend.

"Hold your breath and stare at it, trying to communicate with it in your mind."

Dad spoke slowly.

After Zeng Anmin heard this, he took a deep breath.

Then he looked up at the "Wat".

"Carefully recall the feeling of realizing the artistic conception of "royal" at that time."

There was inducement in Dad's voice.

Zeng Anmin's mind flashed back to what he had realized when he used [Slow Enlightenment] as a shortcut.

A flash of realization came to mind.

"The sage said, use your heart to control yourself, use yourself to control others, use people to control things, use things to control your heart."

Dad's mighty voice penetrated into Zeng Anmin's ears like the purest power between heaven and earth.

"Control yourself with your heart..."

"Conquer others with yourself..."

"Use people to control things..."

"Use things to control your heart..."

Zeng Anmin slowly understood in his heart.

Like the brightest moment.

He seemed to have caught something.

In a daze, he vaguely saw the ancient times.

A majestic body stands in the mountains.

The body seemed to be surrounded by fog, making it difficult for people to see his appearance clearly.

However, I saw the man extending his hand and waving lightly.

A huge black golden wat came out from his hand.

"Weng!!"

The next moment.

The huge Wujin Temple flashed brightly.

Thin waves like ripples in the water spread towards the mountains.

As those small waves spread.

The trees move and dust rises.

The entire demon tribe in the mountain couldn't make a sound, and they were all shocked to death.

The scene was extremely weird.

suddenly.

Zeng Anmin opened his eyes.

At this moment, his eyes flashed with a golden light that made people afraid to look directly.

"This is..."

Zeng Anmin looked at his father blankly and asked.

The father smiled softly: "This is the method of controlling Qi, which is one of the "Yu" methods. It was created by Confucian sages."

"Can there be any gain?"

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.

He carefully flicked the golden wat in his hand.

Soon, the golden wat was launched into the air and stood suspended.

He closed his eyes.

Try to communicate with that golden wat.

It's like they are connected with each other.

After feeling Zeng Anmin's drive.

The golden wat suddenly burst out with a ray of light.

The golden light makes people dare not look directly.

But within a few breaths.

The golden light dimmed.

"Haha, don't worry, it took my father more than three years to use this Confucian sage's attack method..."

The smile on Dad's face froze before it spread.

He didn't even have time to close his mouth.

He just stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

I saw that Zeng Anmin had opened his eyes at this time.

His red phoenix eyes sparkled with a faint golden light.

The next moment.

Waves of golden lines floated around from the golden wat in the air.

"Buzz!!"

The next moment.

The waves were like a sudden strong wind between heaven and earth.

Everywhere he passed was silence.

Dad's body instantly burst out with extremely rich cyan light.

A light shield was formed to protect it tightly.

Only then did he not get caught in the golden waves.

“Bang!!!”

The next moment.

Cracks appeared wherever the fine golden waves touched it.

"Buzz!"

The rapeseed flowers in the courtyard all fell down, as if they were being cut.

The slender peach tree in the yard was also cut in half.

For a while.

The courtyard was silent.

"Buzz."

The golden light in Zeng Anmin's eyes faded.

He slowly came to his senses.

At this time, his face was pale, and it was obvious that this blow had consumed a lot of Haoran's golden energy.

He could feel that there was really not a drop left in his body.

Only when he looked up at his father.

What I saw was my father's blank, dull, lifeless eyes.

"Dad?"

Zeng Anmin called out in confusion.

"Huh?"

Dad suddenly came back to his senses when he looked at Zeng Anmin's innocent eyes.

He coughed dryly: "Ahem, it's okay."

After saying that, he stood up and left a message:

"You have already had a glimpse of the attack methods of the "Yu" Tao, and you can gradually become more proficient in them in the future. Well... the same goes for the other six arts."

After saying that, he turned around and walked outside.

"Dad!"

Zeng Anmin's eyes suddenly became dark. He looked at the chopped down flowers and plants and half of the peach trees in the courtyard, with an inexplicable resentment in his voice:

"You can be so powerful just by looking at the door for the first time... When you were in the Xuanjing Division of Liangjiang County, with your ability, you really couldn't stop a mere seventh-grade Xu Tong??"

silence.

Dad's body trembled slightly while he was carrying Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Anmin couldn't see the expression on his father's face at this time.

"I told you that my choice is different after I ask my heart."

Dad's voice seemed very calm.

But Zeng Anmin heard more meaning from this calmness.

Very complicated.

"That's not right. Apart from you, there was also Dean Qin in the Xuanjing Department at that time!"

Zeng Anmin squinted his eyes:

"Can't Dean Qin stop Xu Tong? This is unreasonable."

At this point, he was shocked: "Yes, yes! You were the governor of Liangjiang back then! Dean Qin and you are in the same league again...ahem."

"Dean Qin is your confidant again!"

"You should have noticed that I secretly assassinated King Jiang's son when he was absent from the Water Governor Academy that night..."

"Then I pointed at the map on the map... You really rushed over and took Wang Deli with you..."

At this point, Zeng Anmin's eyes widened: "So you asked me to escape through the back door that day just to test me!!"

"Then I really beat myself up??"

The more he thought about it, the angrier Zeng Anmin became, and he howled:

"You are killing the deep love between father and son between you and me!!"

……

Dad didn't answer him for a while.

Then he slowly turned around and looked at him:

"There was indeed a temptation in the Xuanjing Division back then, but it was not as exaggerated as you said." "Qin Shoucheng really couldn't stop Xu Tong."

"His choice of Confucianism and Taoism is consistent with being a father."

really! !

"So what is the purpose of you two?"

After hearing the answer you want.

Zeng Anmin put away his showy expression.

His calm expression returned.

He stared hard into Zeng Shilin's eyes:

“Since there is a more comprehensive approach, why do we choose such an extreme one?”

"This kind of extreme may even lead to death if you encounter some dangers that you don't pay attention to."

"What are you and Dean Qin planning?"

When Dad heard this, he frowned:

"You will know then."

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"Dad!!" Zeng Anmin raised his voice loudly.

Zeng Shilin paused and did not look back.

"You have advised me to put my own life and safety as my top priority at all times."

"Can you promise me."

"At any time, your own life must be your first responsibility?"

Zeng Anmin pursed his lips, and his voice trembled slightly.

Dad's fists suddenly clenched.

Then slowly let go.

"My father knows it."

The voice contained a touch of long-lost relief.

After Dad finished speaking, he took a step forward.

After a while, he disappeared into the yard.

Looking at the disappearing father.

Zeng Anmin's brows furrowed tightly.

"What else are you hiding from me?"

…………

Northland.

The cold wind howled.

Like a knife cutting.

Beimang Mountain.

This mountain range is the northernmost mountain range in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains.

At the foot of the mountain is the northern border of the Great Holy Dynasty.

In this month of May.

Beimang Mountain is still covered with snow.

The air breathed out from the mouth will be frozen into ice slag.

On the endless mountain road.

A group of human soldiers were slowly moving forward.

This group of soldiers formed a strange formation.

The tallest soldiers on both sides each held an extremely long, umbrella-shaped strange-shaped weapon in their hands.

If you look carefully.

The nearly two-foot-long weapon was actually made of the most common southern mangosteen.

And among this team of people.

At the very center stood a man in the middle. The man's face was already blue from the cold.

As soon as it came out of my nose, it condensed into ice crystals due to the coldness in the air.

He is the only Confucianism cultivator in the team, a Confucianism cultivator in the seventh-grade Zifu realm.

"Aju!"

The Confucian monk sneezed.

Alarmed, birds kept flying in the cliff path.

The leader of this group of soldiers suddenly shouted:

"Concentrate! There is a team of monsters!!"

After hearing this, everyone in the team held their weapons tightly.

Although the exposed fingers were so cold that they had no feeling.

No one dares to be distracted at this time.

“Bang!!”

First there were a few occasional sounds of stepping on the ground.

Then, there were violent impacts.

Not long after.

There seemed to be an equal number of demon squads appearing in front of this group of soldiers.

From a distance, those monsters all have animal heads and human bodies.

In this ice and snow, those monster soldiers with animal heads and human bodies didn't even wear any decent warm clothes!

Tough skin exposed.

"Ouch!!!"

A shuddering sound of beast roars was heard.

"Pa-ta~"

Snowflakes like goose feathers slowly fell from the sky.

Falling on everyone's face and head.

The cold breath hit everyone's hearts.

But still no one spoke.

Even at this time, some people in the team could not help but start to feel weak in their legs.

Constant trembling.

I don’t know if it’s the cold or the fear.

among the team.

The middle-aged Confucian and Taoist man in the middle pursed his lips tightly.

He is the one with the most shaky legs in the team.

soon.

The demon clan team rushed towards this team extremely wildly.

Ten feet.

Two feet.

One foot.

Soon, the front rows of the two teams were close at hand!

"Raise your shield!"

The leader stands at the end.

He shouted loudly, his voice filled with unparalleled power.

The big shield in front was suddenly raised.

“Bang!!”

The first round of attacks from the demon clan's front row was blocked by a large shield.

"Ouch~!!"

The demon soldiers in the second row of the demon clan were extremely skilled in their movements.

Before anyone can give the order, they seem to have trained thousands of people.

Leap high and move around in this small and cramped space.

In the blink of an eye, he was in mid-air, jumping towards the human soldiers leaping ahead and towards the soldiers in the formation.

Seeing that the sharp claws were about to break through the armor of the people in the formation.

"Wolf Hand!!"

"Kill!!!"

"Buckler!"

"Lift!!"

At this time, the veterans in the human formation just woke up from a dream.

He hurriedly raised the wolf sword in his hand and stabbed the demon soldiers in the air fiercely.

"Zi~"

A heartbreaking voice sounded.

The strange weapon firmly blocked the leaping demon clan.

Before they landed, they were already in the air, and their skins were easily pierced by the wolf constitution.

Stirring their guts.

Life passes in the blink of an eye.

“Bang!!!”

Between a face to face.

The demon clan had already killed and injured nearly seven people.

"Kill!!!"

The two teams, already furious, did not care to count the casualties at this time.

They fiercely attacked each other in this mountain road.

As time goes by.

The demon team also discovered that something was wrong.

Why were the human soldiers who could easily tear their formations apart when fighting in this mountain in the past?

Acting extremely brave today?

"Kill!!"

The human soldiers were already furious.

The anger that had been suppressed in his chest for a long time was finally released today.

The strange weapon was like Death's scythe.

Every time it is raised, at least two monsters will die.

The formation of the human race from the beginning to the end of the battle.

Nothing has changed.

Lancer.

Sword and shield hand.

Shield bearer.

Wolf hands.

team leader.

Confucianism cultivator.

Everyone is doing their best to do what they should do.

Like an ancient machine, it runs slowly.

finally.

"Poof."

As the last demon soldier fell to the ground.

The human soldiers just woke up from a dream.

"This..."

The leading captain counted the number of people in his team over and over again in disbelief.

(End of chapter)