The Human Emperor

First thousand two hundred and fifty-four chapters

"Come, sir, please!"

A voice came from the opposite side, and the white-faced Confucian did not know when to pick up the glass in front of him and did a gesture.

"Oh, Li brother is very polite, please!"

Wang Chong flashed a trace of color in his eyes, and he also came back to the gods, took the wine glass in front of him, and touched the opposite white confidant.

"Hey!"

As the two men's wine glasses approached, the atmosphere in the entire restaurant suddenly changed. A famous Confucian student in the restaurant was originally sitting in danger and looking at the young man of sword dance in the blank area. But at this time, it seems to be attracted to some kind of attraction.

"Hey!"

Just listening to a crisp sound, the next two men's wine glasses, immediately met in midair. The crisp sound, in this quiet atmosphere, suddenly thunderous, and at this time, the change suddenly.

Wang Chong’s eyes flashed, and a majestic force immediately followed his arm and passed it into the glass, oscillating toward the opposite side.

Hey, the next moment, a strange feeling came from the opposite side, the wine glass hit, Wang Chong clearly felt like he had hit an invisible mountain, and the opposite white confessed with a glass of wine, his mouth with a smile, and he did not move.

Even the wine in the cup did not oscillate.

"interesting!"

Wang Chong smiled and immediately increased his strength. A more powerful force is like a river, endless, and the impact of the opposite white confession. At about the same time, a huge force also emerged from the opposite white confidant.

The two were in the same shape, and the two powerful forces slammed together in the air through the glass. However, whether it was Wang Chong or the opposite white confucian, the wine glasses in his hands were all motionless. All the shocks and shocks were isolated by the two. Even the wine in the wine glass did not vibrate, and it was as calm as a lake.

The power continued to increase. In a short period of time, the surrounding ground immediately trembled like a sway. This tremor was still invisible at the beginning, but it immediately became intense in the blink of an eye. Soon, the surrounding tables, chairs, and wines all followed the bumps. The vibration continued to increase, and in the end, even the entire restaurant trembled like an earthquake.

what!

Surrounded by excitement, all the Confucian scholars in the restaurant were staggered by the power of Wang Chong and the white-faced Confucianism, and they stood up.

La la la, a large cup of saucer, can not withstand this force, slipped from the table, smashed.

"Hey!"

Almost at the same time, Wang Chong and the opposite white Confucianism also received strength and took back the glass. The two huge forces that were enough to break the mountain also disappeared. The strength of both of them is too strong, and then continue to test, I am afraid that the entire restaurant will be torn into two.

"Wang Ye is good!"

The white Confucian scholar first retracted the glass and raised his head and drank it. Putting down the wine glass, the white-faced Confucian scholar's face is light and windy, and even the breathing has not seen the slightest disorder. Obviously, the wave of the fight has not been fully done.

"Li brother is very good!"

At about the same time, Wang Chong also sipped and placed the glass on the table.

This wave of temptation, two people actually did not take advantage of it.

"I don't think Confucianism has such a powerful master!"

Wang Chong’s face is calm, but his heart is one after another. Although Wang Chong is only 18 years old, but he is a rare man in the world, he is rarely in the world. There are very few people who can compare with him. Even the powerful existence of the war governor, Qudibo, is dead. In his hands, not to mention other people.

Wang Chong never thought that there are still people in the same level of opponents who can be on an equal footing with him. Just the same fight, although it is only a small range of temptations, but Wang Chong’s feeling is opposite to the white-faced Confucianism. Under him, and his mental strength is also very secretive.

Wang Chong is a great master of spiritual power. Even Messier died in his hands, and the opposite white confucian is not under his own, and he can change his spiritual power. This is unheard of.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was dead and the atmosphere was arrogant. A pair of eyes looked around Wang Chong and the white-faced Confucian, fearing that the two would fight again. Oh, at this time, a sharp sword was suddenly coming from the ear. In the center of the second floor, the man with a white mask and a black robes who had been a sword dance suddenly took the sword and retreated from the blank. .

"Go all the way!"

At this time, Baifu Confucian suddenly opened his mouth and licked his sleeves.

"Yes!"

In an instant, with the order, half of the Confucian scholars and mens retreat in the restaurant, leaving only a small part of Confucianism scattered in various places in the restaurant, and behind the white Confucianism.

With this simple command, the atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly eased a lot.

It’s awkward!

At this time, the sound of fireworks and firecrackers came from the restaurant. With the laughter of adults and children, the sound is extraordinarily bright in the quiet restaurant.

"Ha ha!"

On the opposite side of Wang Chong, Confucianism once again spoke. He raised the silver jug ​​on the table, first gave Wang Chong a cup, and filled himself with:

"Wang Ye is very talented, and Grandpa is the nine-year-old who is famous all over the world. Then the prince knows what day is today?"

Wang Chong did not answer, but decided to look at each other. Knowing that the other party has asked this sentence, there must be something to say.

"Western Learning, the world is now known as the Buddha's Birthday on April 8th, and how many people know that today is the time when the Spring and Autumn Hundred Days are gone."

These words were greatly out of Wang Chong's expectation, and suddenly they couldn't help but look forward to the next words of Bai Yi Confucianism.

"In the Spring and Autumn Period, the countries fought each other and succumbed to each other. The people lived in dire straits every day. It was a real era of Shura, a powerful and powerful food, and the charity of the Shura. After that, the sages preached their own thoughts and paid a huge price. Only after changing the hearts of the people, the concept of benevolence and righteousness was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the era of the beasts and animals was turned into the era of 'people' and realized the greatness of the world."

White clothes Confucianism and solemnity.

Wang Chong did not speak, listened carefully, but when he heard the words "the world is the same", he frowned slightly.

"Spring and Autumn and Warring States, although the countries are in phase, but there is a sacred glory, every saint is like the fire in the darkness, shining on that era, pointing to the right direction of the people in the world. But now, the hundred sacred, the land of Shenzhou Including the surrounding world, the people are in darkness, lost their way, and become a beast and animal food. Losing the hundred sacred, this is the loss of all of us, so every day, on the day of the sacredness, we will gather Together, worship the sacred, to show nostalgia!"

The voice of Confucianism in white is high.

Wang Chong’s heart was slightly shocked, and suddenly he understood why there was a weird feeling when he stepped into the restaurant. He also understood why there were strange sword dances and why all people had black hair bands. This is their sacred offering.

"Exotic king, you are the most talented and most talented person we have ever seen. In a short period of time, we have settled the monk and the big food. Even in the ruling and opposition, some people call you a new generation of God of War. Baishi, there is a death, and some things, the value and significance of its existence is far beyond one's life. I hope that you can join us and help me, you and I join hands to realize the desire of the saints not realized. Let the world truly realize the world."

"Not only the Tang people, but also the Middle-earth China, but all civilizations and the world, including Turks, Goguryeos, monks, Uzbek Tibetans, Khitans, etc., as well as the great food of the Western world. There are disputes, killings, and endless wars. It is because of the difference between language and thought. But if the world is one, the thoughts and ideas of benevolence and righteousness will be deepened into all the surrounding Yidi, including big food and unified language. Then all disputes and killings will cease to exist and will disappear forever on this land! This is the eternal way to eliminate the war!"

"This is the real world of Datong!"

When the white Confucian scholar said this, the voice was solemn, not like the product of a moment of passion, more like the result of thousands of thoughtful considerations.

Wang Chong has been listening carefully, and there is no interruption in the middle. For these people, for these people, the entire Tang Dynasty is dominated, and the mysterious forces such as the oldest teacher, Qi Wang, Li Linyi, and the Great Emperor are controlled. There is really too little understanding of them. Do not! The whole world knows almost nothing about them.

Wang Chong deeply understands that this is probably the best chance for him to understand them.

"The world is the same?"

When I heard the last words of the white Confucian scholar, Wang Chong looked a sinking and frowned. If the white-faced Confucianism does not say these four words, Wang Chong will admire him a few points, but the world is Datong? Throughout the ages, how many people with lofty ideals, who has actually achieved it? Even in another world, the accumulation of thousands of years is just a fantasy.

The heroic enemy is not selfish, and the ideal is always lost to the people!

Throughout the ages, whenever someone mentions these four words, they are often accompanied by huge bloodshed and sacrifice. The words "the world of Datong", more often, become the tools of some madmen, narcissists and ambitions to realize their own lusts, and for the sake of personal paranoia, the people of the world are drawn into it and buried for themselves.

Wang Chong does not oppose "the Great Harmony of the World", but the greatness of the world requires permanent perseverance and needs thousands of generations to continue to change. It is not the kind of eagerness to seek, the goal that can be accomplished in a hurry for decades, a hundred years, or within a generation. They can't succeed. What this kind of people bring to the world is just disaster and destruction.

Under the banner of the righteousness, it is the same thing as the devil.