In today''s world, the struggle for monarchy is in the game between Qin and the six states!
The dispute of theory is not Yang Jimo! Under the influence of Yang and Mo, both Confucianists, Legalists, doctors and celebrities could only tolerate and avoid it.
Naturally, Yang Zhu''s disciples and Mo Zhai''s disciples also opposed each other.
After the death of Wen Jun, the law enforcement Hall of Yangzhu academy sent Yijun and others to search for the reason. The action was extremely publicized. This publicity aroused the attention of Mohist disciples and sent them to pursue and inquire.
After all, Wen Jun is a disciple of Yang Zhu Academy. Who dares to kill him? Perhaps, the one who killed the plague king is also an ally of Mohist school?
During the investigation, some Mohist disciples dressed in black also tracked down to Mengdi of the song state.
"According to our inquiry, Yijun, with a group of law enforcement teams from Yangzhu academy, should have gone to the Gujing private school in Mengdi. Just in that direction, I heard a roar in the distance just now. It should be a battle!" A disciple of the Mohist School in Black said in a deep voice.
"Roar? I can hear you. Who did you fight with? Good fight, ha ha ha. The man who fought against the epidemic king should also be a friend of the Mohist family! " The first Mohist disciple laughed.
"Are we going to help?"
"No, if this friend wins, it''s worth our deep friendship! If we lose, there is no need for us to know each other! " The man in black shook his head.
Although many people in black call them "friends", they seem to be just superficial and do not really regard each other as friends. This may be the "universal love" in Mohist Thought, but many people use the outer skin of "universal love" to hide their inner choices.
"Purple? What''s the matter? The old well private school is full of purple air, which is not what you can do Another man in black was surprised.
"It must be Yang Zhu''s Dharma. Who in the end forced the epidemic emperor to give such blood?"
"Yang Zhu''s Dharma is so powerful that it seems that the friends who fight with Yijun can''t do it! What a pity The man in black sighed.
A group of people in black all nodded.
Just as a group of people in black were ready to investigate, suddenly, a black air rushed up into the sky. In the black air, countless butterflies swarmed out and spread in all directions.
Only a little Kung Fu, full of eyes, has been all butterflies.
"Is this the breath of thought? Black? The same color as my Mohist thoughts? Is it my Mohist disciple? "
"No, it''s full of vitality in the dark air, different from ours!"
"Butterfly? This season, how can there be butterflies? Is that true? "
"No, crush the butterfly, but it turns into black air? Is it a fake? "
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A group of people in black rushed to Gujing private school.
But the closer we get, the more butterflies there are, and the more they form a wave of yearning for impact. It seems that the people washed by the big water can''t get close to one point.
People in black saw that they couldn''t get close to them, so they were anxious.
"What? There must be a peerless strongman inside. We can''t get close to this breath and butterfly wave! "
"Inform Damo!" The first man in Black said in a deep voice.
"What? Inform Damo? " Exclaimed a group of men in black.
"I should have thought that the people who let Yijun use Yang Zhu''s calligraphy could be ordinary people? Such a strong friend, we must win over our Mohist school! If this news is passed on to Damo, we will be greatly rewarded! " The man in black was a little excited.
"Big ink? But...! "
"It''s nothing, but I also know that there is a great Mohist named xiangliqin, who is one of the three disciples of the great master. He leads a Mohist army and works in the state of song." The first man in black looked forward to the way.
"Xiangliqin?" People look at the leader in black!
"Yes, Xiang Liqin. It''s said that if he is not happy, others will have bad luck! Take charge of the "disaster order"! It''s nearby. Come on, let me tell him! " The man in black immediately said.
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Gujing private school.
No matter how surprised Mr. Gujing, a group of schoolchildren, Yijun, Huishi, etc., Zhuang Zhou opened the door of the library and stepped out.
Step out, feel around countless butterflies roaring out like a flood, Zhuangzhou eyes flash a flash of light.
At this moment, Zhuang Zhou had already known his situation. He was Wang Xiong. Although he did not know how he was crossed, he came here.
Moreover, at the moment, Zhuang Zhou has successfully overcome the great influence of Confucianism on himself, and Zhuang Zhou can fully understand Taoism without interference.
Once upon a time, in the process of creating Confucianism, Zhuangzhou now realized Taoism, and suddenly changed like a fish in water.
Zhuangzhou''s natural talent is extraordinary. He has a large number of Taoist books in his mind, which makes his Taoist thoughts gradually take shape."Butterfly? This is the butterfly of my dream, which actually appears in reality? " Zhuang Zhou''s eyes brightened.
The dream world comes from the blood spirit beads. Wang Xiong used to use the blood spirit beads to enter the dream world and display the magic power of "fixed point restoration".
Now, with his deeper understanding, Zhuang Zhou found that he had more control over the power of dreams.
"Dreams see reality? In the past, I could only bring people and things from the real world into the dream world. Now, can I bring out the things in the dream world? butterfly? butterfly? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Zhuang Zhou laughed.
At the moment, Zhuang Zhou felt very comfortable, and a sense of achievement of finding his own goal haunted him.
"In this life, my Taoist thought will not be subject to all constraints. My Taoist thought, however, cares about the word" carefree "? This time, I want to be carefree! Be at liberty There was a flash of firmness in Zhuang Zhou''s eyes.
"Boom
After Zhuang Zhou''s death, there was a black air in the sky. Although Lao Tzu promised Lao TAS like as two peas to understand Taoist ideology, Taoist thought also had its own internal differences. Everyone''s thoughts were deviant, and
thought could not be unified.
A swing of sleeves, the overwhelming butterfly, once again soared countless.
Zhuang Zhou turned his head to look at the private school in Gujing.
Everything here seems to be frozen.
With Wang Xiong''s wisdom, he naturally saw the extraordinary here, and even had a force of imprisonment. He was blocking the void and imprisoning himself. However, the dream reflects the reality. Now this is his carefree dream field. In his own field, how can he be arbitrarily bound?
Even these countless butterflies can not be bound!
Mr. Gujing and a group of schoolchildren have a look of panic on their faces, but their eyes are still staring at Zhuang Zhou. Obviously, they can''t understand what Zhuang Zhou found on his side.
On the other side, a group of people in purple are fighting a group of people in white, but they are all forbidden to move.
There was only one person, holding the torn Sutra in one hand and the long sword in the other hand. He looked at Zhuang Zhou strangely.
"You, you, how can you move in the field of Yang Zhu''s calligraphy?" Yi Jun glared at him and said in a strange way.
Zhuang Zhou waved.
"Whoa, whoa
All of a sudden, Zhuangzhou to the epidemic king in front of the butterfly scattered.
"The field of Yang Zhu''s calligraphy?" Zhuang Zhou looked around with a frown.
"What about you? Didn''t you hear that? " The epidemic gentleman''s eyes glared.
Although I don''t know how Zhuangzhou did this, Yijun didn''t fear Zhuangzhou. After all, Zhuangzhou was obviously a child in front of him. What''s more, the theory of Yang Zhu covered the world, and Yijun naturally had a surge of arrogance.
Zhuang Zhou frowned and looked around, because Zhuang Zhou found that there was a soul power in the void around him. Wang Xiong, who was in charge of the book of life and death, was extremely sensitive to the power of soul.
In the power of the soul in front of me, there is a torrent of sorrow and resentment.
The spirit of sadness and resentment? Zhuang Zhou suddenly became serious.
"Bring it here and show it to me!" Zhuang Zhou''s face was a little chilly and looked at the epidemic king.
"You little thing, do you dare to speak to me with this tone?"
You are about to get angry.
See Zhuangzhou a move between the hands, suddenly countless butterflies from all directions howling.
"Boom
Butterfly like tide, ferociously hit Yijun''s left hand, heard a loud noise, Yijun''s hand ripped out of his hand, in a group of butterflies drag, fly to Zhuangzhou.
Just as soon as the Sutra left the hand of the epidemic king, the void around him suddenly swayed, and the confinement just now disappeared.
Yang Zhu''s calligraphy must be urged by his disciples with Yang Zhu''s thought. Once Yang Zhu''s thought is not used, it will be invalid immediately.
All of a sudden, everyone moved.
Everyone looked at the butterflies in surprise.
And the epidemic gentleman is even more indignant: "looking for a dead little thing!"
"Yiyin!"
The long sword in his hand was suddenly waved out, and he wanted to chop it to Zhuangzhou.
"Go!"
Huishi naturally took a sword and rushed to the epidemic king.
"When!"
Their swords collided, and a great fight broke out all around.
"Boom!"
The famous disciples just had their lives hanging on the line. Now they are out of trouble. Naturally, they become angry and fight fiercely.
Mr. Gujing, with a group of schoolchildren, also moved, but they all looked at Zhuang Zhou as if they were stupid.
"Zhuang Zhou, aren''t you a fool? How could he have thought? "
"Breath of thought? butterfly? How can this be possible? "
"Don''t even think about the teacher?"
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In their surprise, the Dharma script also fell into Zhuang Zhou''s hands.Zhuangzhou grasped the Dharma script and looked at it. His face became ugly.
"Soul? Using the soul of human as ink, writing the Dharma, and displaying the magic arts? What a fool! Looking in vain at the way of heaven, disrespecting the order of reincarnation, and using human soul as ink? Who is it? Yang Zhu? " Zhuang Zhou''s eyes glared.
"Bold, did you call Saint Yang Zhu by his name? Do you dare to slander the sage Yang Zhu Yijun opened Huishi''s eyes with a sword.
"Slander? Am I slander? " Zhuang Zhou said coldly.
While speaking, Zhuang Zhou''s hand gushed out a stream of black gas into the Dharma script.
Suddenly, countless shrill screams came from the post.
"Ah ~ ~ ~ ~!"
"Let me go, help!"
"I don''t want immortality, I don''t want it!"
"Help, help!"
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Numerous cries came from Yang Zhu''s calligraphy, and then, under the urging of Zhuang Zhou, one by one distorted and immature blue ghosts flew out, crying and panicking as if they had already been insane, and crying bitterly.
"Is this the soul of man? A lot! And they''re all tortured crazy? " Not far away Huishi exclaimed.
Seeing Zhuang Zhou''s actions and actions, he untied Yang Zhu''s Dharma script, and suddenly his face moved.
"You? You killed Wen Jun! It''s you Yijun''s pupil shrank abruptly.
PS: I''d like to apologize. This chapter was written in the afternoon of the fifth day of the first month when my relatives were eating wine at my mother-in-law''s house. My daughter had a fever that night. I''m very sorry! so sorry! so sorry!
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