Chapter 29 Laughing at the Scholars, Old Nie Yu Dao (Please collect and recommend)

Lu Fan knew that Chen Beixun would cause trouble.

However, I didn’t expect that Chen Beixun would actually use such...stupid method.

It made him feel a little boring.

Taking Zuichen Pavilion as the introduction, the romantic personalities of Confucian scholars aroused the indignation of the scholars, who pointed fingers at Lu Fan and tried to break his mind by attacking his heart.

If it were the previous Lu Fan, who suffered from a leg disease and an unstable mentality, he might really be tricked by Chen Beixun and become angry and depressed.

Unfortunately, the Lu Fan today is no longer the Lu Fan of the past.

Sitting in the wheelchair, Lu Fan slowly straightened his back. A gentle breeze blew a strand of hair that fell in front of his forehead.

One flower boat after another floated on the lake. Scholars in long robes stood with their hands behind their backs, looking at the fishing boats in the distance with coldness and pride.

They are eloquent and their noble spirit lasts forever.

In the Zhou Dynasty, because of the national teacher, Confucianism flourished and Confucianism was valued.

Buzz...

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

As these Confucian scholars shouted and cursed, the smoke on the lake began to slowly swirl and turned into a whirlpool.

Nie Zhangqing held the butcher knife in his hand and stood by Lu Fan's side, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

Lu Fan looked at the smoke that turned into a swirling vortex and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Confucianism emphasizes 'qi', which is different from spiritual energy. They emphasize having a righteous spirit in one's heart."

"There are great scholars who can repel a million soldiers with a single word. Although it is exaggerated, it is what the Confucian scholars are talking about."

“Shen is invisible, but Qi is visible.”

Nie Zhangqing spoke in a hoarse voice as he looked at the vortex of smoke formed by the eloquent speeches of the Confucian scholars, as if there was an invisible air current flowing.

"Anger can kill people without being seen."

Nie Zhangqing raised the butcher knife.

"The three most well-known methods of the various schools of thought are the mechanical city of the Mohist school, the noble spirit of Confucianism, and the dream-killing technique of the Yin-Yang school..."

"The noble spirit is one of the reasons why Confucianism can stand at the forefront of all schools of thought."

"Of course, these scholars are far inferior to the real Confucian masters..."

Nie Zhangqing's words made Lu Fan nod slightly.

The vortex of smoke above his head made his skin feel a little oppressive, but... this kind of oppression was much weaker than the spiritual pressure of a cultivator.

"It does have a somewhat mysterious meaning."

Lu Fan smiled, he actually underestimated this low-level martial arts continent.

"what to do?"

Nie Zhangqing held down the knife and asked Lu Fan.

"Sir, I will kill them and sever their noble spirit."

Ning Zhao's face was as cold as frost. He said, "You can't win by arguing with these people."

"They cannot be killed. These Confucian scholars have all made great achievements... They represent the students of the Imperial Master."

"Besides, even if you have spiritual energy, you are only a Grandmaster, and you may not be able to cut through the righteousness of a hundred Confucian scholars."

After all, Nie Zhangqing came from Dao Sect, so he obviously knew more than Ning Zhao.

"You can't scold me, and you can't kill me... Isn't this just a scoundrel?!"

"A warrior who becomes a master still has to suffer this?"

Ning Zhao said with a smile.

Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, smiled and patted Ning Zhao's slender, boneless waist.

"Just because I have a good temper doesn't mean they can step on my head and flirt with me."

"Old Nie."

Lu Fan glanced at the twenty or thirty flower boats in a row, with a playful look on his face.

"kill."

You can only reason with people of the same level. If you are not on the same level, just crush them first.

Boom! The moment Lu Fan said the word "kill", Nie Zhangqing's eyes suddenly lit up, as if there was a flame burning in his pupils, and a wisp of spiritual energy was mobilized in his Qi Dan.

The blood in his body boiled, and six consecutive sounds exploded in his ears, roaring.

Nie Zhangqing did not try to persuade Lu Fan. He had already said everything he needed to say, but Lu Fan still made the decision.

In that case, he can just do it.

Actually…

Nie Zhangqing also felt aggrieved.

The Confucian scholars were able to suppress these martial arts masters who had worked hard to train and shed blood, just by talking.

Why? What if there are hundreds of Confucian scholars? What if they are righteous? Today, Nie Zhangqing will kill them with one sword to satisfy his heart! On the fishing boat, the old man has already hidden in the cabin.

The oar was placed at the stern of the boat.

Nie Zhangqing jumped up, grabbed the oar, and exerted force with his arms, and the oar was thrown out like a javelin.

Nie Zhangqing held the butcher knife in his hand and stepped down hard. The boat sank and then rose up the next moment, and Nie Changqing's body bounced out.

Bang! The bamboo pole was thrown sideways on the water, and the slender pole was drifting.

Nie Zhangqing landed, his toes touching the surface of the oar which was only three fingers wide.

It actually glided out like this.

The cloth clothes on Nie Zhangqing rustled.

Holding the butcher knife in one hand.

Gliding on the lake on a bamboo pole.

"A warrior! Be brave!"

"Master Lu, how dare you instigate your men to wield knives against us?!"

"We have made great contributions to the imperial court, so we can be granted the noble spirit of the Imperial Master!"

Flower boat.

There were three Confucian scholars standing at the bow. When they saw Nie Zhangqing coming towards them with a butcher knife in hand, they immediately glared at him and shouted at him.

It was as if a strong wind had blown, causing their long robes to flutter, pressing on their bodies and outlining their shapes.

The smoke swirled into a vortex, and a majestic energy emerged.

Nie Zhangqing glided forward on the oar, but the further back he went, the harder it became to slide forward.

The Confucian scholars on the flower boat spoke eloquently, and every word they said was precious.

There seemed to be a mysterious aura between heaven and earth, which made the boiling blood in Nie Zhangqing's body begin to cool down.

On the fishing boat.

Lu Fan watched with interest.

This was the most fantastic scene he had ever seen in this world.

The scholar's noble spirit is still something...

In fact, Haoran Qi does not have any lethal power, it is mainly a psychological and aura deterrent.

Lu Fan's eyes flickered. He was thinking, if the noble energy and spiritual energy were combined...what effect would it have? Spiritual energy has lethality, and noble energy has deterrent power.

Can the righteousness combined with spiritual energy really suppress an army of millions with one breath?

With one shout, the evil demon is reduced to ashes?

The more Lu Fan thought about it, the more interesting it became.

If he could suppress a million soldiers in one breath, that would be a bit mysterious. The current bit of righteousness that suppressed Nie Zhangqing could basically only be called a small trick.

Nie Zhangqing's face was solemn. The wind was howling, causing waves to appear on the surface of the lake.

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He stood on the oar, facing twenty or thirty flower boats and hundreds of Confucian scholars. The oppression and shock made the knife in his hand tremble slightly.

The oars no longer moved forward, so Nie Zhangqing could not board the flower boat and kill the scholar.

suddenly.

Lu Fan's faint voice floated over.

It actually drowned out the howling of the wind and reached Nie Zhangqing's ears.

"If your Qinggong is not good enough, then you can kill the enemy from a distance. Using your spiritual energy as a foundation, you can fly your sword through the air. Do you know how to do it?"

"Don't worry about lack of spiritual energy."

Lu Fan said calmly that Old Nie had talked to him about the "Sword Controlling Technique".

He asked Lao Nie to test the sword, and what he tested was... the Imperial Sword.

Nie Zhangqing's body trembled slightly.

Then, a gleam of brilliance suddenly appeared under his eyes, appearing out of nowhere.

The immortal taught him the "Art of Controlling the Sword", and he asked the young master about it. Before, he was unable to master it because he had no spiritual energy.

And now...

He can try it.

Nie Zhangqing raised his head and looked directly at the hundreds of Confucian scholars on the flower boat.

Suddenly he smiled heroically.

After laughing, he closed his eyes.

The mind is more peaceful than ever before.

A wisp of spiritual energy was drawn out from the Qi Dan and penetrated into his limbs and bones.

What emerged in Nie Zhangqing's mind at this moment was the "Sword Controlling Technique" which was improved by Dao Zong's "Sword Evolution Technique", which was a method passed down by immortals.

The spiritual energy circulates according to the route of "Sword Controlling Technique".

His heart suddenly calmed down.

The eloquent voices of hundreds of Confucian scholars disappeared.

The sounds of wind, water, and the flapping wings of startled gulls and herons all disappeared.

The only thing in his mind was the butcher knife in his hand.

A plain and simple butcher knife, at this moment, seemed to have merged into one with him.

Man and sword become one!

A light blue aura flows quickly, running along the trajectory.

Nie Zhangqing stood on the boat pole with his lightness skills.

Suddenly opened his eyes.

His hair was flying upside down.

The butcher knife was held straight up.

The next moment, a wisp of spiritual energy wrapped around the blade, and Nie Zhangqing slowly loosened his hand holding the butcher knife...

The wind blows and the hair flies.

That dark and plain butcher knife was actually in front of him...

Do not fall and float!

No one is controlling it, and it goes against mechanics!

On the fishing boat.

Lu Fan raised the corner of his mouth.

Ni Yu, who was seasick and vomiting and whose legs were weak and unable to stand, took the spiritual pressure chessboard from his hands.

Elegantly placed on the legs.

He opened the chess box slowly.

He rolled up his sleeve with one hand and picked up a crystal white chess piece with the other hand.

…

Nie Zhangqing's face showed surprise, horror and disbelief.

"Imperial Sword..."

Nie Zhangqing burst into laughter and stomped hard on the oar.

Bang! His body flew up into the sky.

The boat pole was stepped on and stood upright, like Optimus Prime standing on the lake.

Nie Zhangqing stood on the top of the boat pole, high above.

He crossed his arms and then pushed them apart.

The butcher knife floating in front of him began to spin at high speed with the knife axis as the center.

Nie Zhangqing's loud laughter echoed across the lake.

Swing your arms down.

The high-speed rotating butcher knife suddenly stopped, with the blade pointing downward, slashing towards an exquisite flower boat.

Indistinctly.

It seems that there is an illusory knife shadow outside the butcher knife! Control the knife in one breath and kill the enemy from a distance! PS: Please recommend! Recommendation votes are very important during the new book period!

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