East China Sea.

A rocky place.

Half of the Moon, Black Flag, the two overlords of the East China Sea, fought with great force.

However, the most critical battle is not the battle between the two overlords of the four realms.

Not far away, Li Ziye was fending off another East China Sea overlord, White Ghost, by himself. His injuries had not healed for a few days, and he began to seek death again.

However, this time, Li Gouzi did not do it voluntarily.

There are not many people in the world who can control Li Ziye, and Qin Grace is one of them.

Therefore, Qin Wegna opened her mouth, and Li Ziye did not dare to disobey even though he knew that he might have to lie down for another ten days and a half.

Fortunately, today's Li Gouzi is no longer the novice who was just getting involved in martial arts.

On the front line against the polar night monsters, Li Ziye grew up a lot in half a year.

Not only his cultivation, but also his combat experience, courage, knowledge, everything was completely different.

"Mighty and powerful energy!"

"The bright mirror is not the truth!"

The ghostly figure came close, and two protective auras appeared around Li Ziye. The martial arts of Confucianism and Buddhism appeared on one person at the same time, providing absolute defense and echoing each other.

but!

The gap in realm cannot be bridged by moves.

The pounding sound resounded throughout the sea.

The soft sword in the white ghost's hand broke through the two protective air shields one after another and stabbed the young man in front of him.

Unexpectedly.

The moment the soft sword in the white ghost's hand touched Li Ziye, the afterimage shattered and disappeared.

Even though there is an irreparable gap in their cultivation, there is one thing that Li Ziye is not inferior to Bai Gui.

speed!

The two protective air masks could only block the white ghost for a moment, but it was enough.

In the blink of an eye, Li Ziye's figure split into two parts, avoiding the former's attack.

"Flying Immortal Technique, three feet of frost and bright moon."

Alternate attack and defense, one sword brings frost.

With a movement as fast as thunder, Li Ziye flew behind the white ghost and slashed him with his sword.

"Keng!"

Soft swords, pure swords clash, the sound of swords is harsh.

The white ghost stretched out his hand, trying to catch the boy in front of him, but unfortunately, the moment the two swords clashed, the boy's figure had already retreated a few steps away.

Quickly exchange moves, move away immediately upon contact, and never fight forcefully. Li Ziye knew that there was a huge difference in strength between himself and the pirate overlord in front of him, so he tried his best not to give the person in front of him a chance to take advantage of his cultivation.

In the exchange of several moves, the two people, who were not at the same level of strength at first, actually managed to become evenly matched through mental arithmetic and unintentional calculations.

only.

How could the strength of White Ghost, one of the five overlords in the East China Sea, be so simple?

After a brief shock, Bai Gui immediately saw the fighting method of the young man in front of him. He let out a deep drink, and his true energy surged out of his body.

The roaring and surging true energy formed a swamp, and the white ghost wanted to use the pressure of the true energy to limit the speed of the young man in front of him.

"Sure enough, it won't be that simple."

Li Ziye stepped back ten steps away, feeling the surging Qi around the white ghost, and his expression condensed.

There is no need to fight a battle that is more than one big realm apart.

If Little Red Riding Hood was here, maybe it would be okay, he is a genius.

He is indeed a little bit behind.

Just when Li Ziye was in danger in the East China Sea.

The Great Shang Capital, the Confucian Gate, and the Taixue Palace.

The Confucian disciples returned one after another from the distant night world of Mobei. They were very low-key and did not disturb too many people.

When he left, the world watched him, but when he came back, he had hidden merit and fame.

However, even so, many people still heard the news and took the initiative to welcome him.

Wearing white horse Confucian robes, tied hair, and long swords, every Confucian disciple has similar clothing and temperament. They are independent of the world and indifferent to fame and fortune.

Confucianism has been passed down for thousands of years and has never changed.

Taixue Palace, East Courtyard.

Bai Wangyu stepped forward, dressed in a white Confucian robe, carrying the ancient sword Taiyi, and his aura was out of this world.

In front of the small courtyard.

Bai Wangyu stopped, raised his hands in salute, and said respectfully, "Disciple Bai Wangyu, I have met the Confucian leader."

In the small courtyard.

Confucius was watering the vegetables in the courtyard. When he saw the disciples outside, a smile appeared on his old face and he said, "Just come back. Come in and talk."

"yes!"

Bai Wangyu accepted the order and immediately stepped into the small courtyard.

“What’s the difference between being inside and outside the hospital?”

Confucius took the water ladle and poured water on the vegetables carefully, and asked casually.

"Inside the courtyard, you can see more clearly."

Bai Wangyu said respectfully.

"It seems that you have really grown up a lot."

Confucius looked pleased and said, "I have set rules for the people of the world in order to educate all peoples. However, the important thing is not the rules themselves, but the goodness represented by the rules. It is a pity that the people of the world have remembered the rules but failed

Forgot kindness and words, Mobei and his party, what did you see?"

"Humans are not the only ones. There are also good kinds of monsters."

Bai Wangyu said softly.

"How to deal with it?"

Confucius asked.

"If we can coexist, establish rules and teach them to be good. If we can't coexist, kill them without mercy!"

Bai Wangyu said calmly.

"Don't you think it's cruel?"

Confucius said seriously.

"When you have opposing positions, you should make a choice!"

Bai Wangyu replied.

"good."

Confucius nodded and continued to ask, "What is Confucianism?"

"sword."

Bai Wangyu thought for a moment and answered.

"Whose sword is it?"

Confucius asked.

"The sword in the hearts of people in the world."

Bai Wangyu said solemnly, "Only when you have a sword hanging in your heart can you correct yourself."

"What if someone wants to master this sword?"

Confucius said sternly.

"The sword of Confucianism will not be mastered by anyone."

Bai Wangyu replied.

"What if Your Majesty wants to master this sword?"

Confucius asked again.

"Broken sword, the world will be different from now on."
To be continued...