Article 596

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In the past, Mo Ran didn't take it seriously. He once crushed the seventy-two cities of Rufeng with a little finger. He only felt that there were hundreds of waste pustules hiding in this fairy city. The knife had not even been put to his neck. He cried out in pain and started begging for mercy before the sword struck him.

Just as Ye Wangxi said before his death in his previous life, in seventy cities with brilliant Confucianism, there would rather be no male.

In Mo Ran's eyes, the Confucianism Sect is a piece of loose sand, and what kind of great figure can Nangong Changying be who has gathered this loose sand?

The bloodstains were stained, and centuries-old foundations were razed to the ground in an instant by latecomers. Dead bodies were everywhere, with crows pecking at the intestines of the dead. The then Immortal Emperor climbed up the stairs, without any expression on his face, and opened the door of the Xianxian Hall——

Wearing a floor-length black cloak, he walked through the long corridor hung with portraits of Confucian leaders and elders, and finally stopped at the end of the Hall of Sages.

The Immortal Master raised his face and put on his cloak. Under the hood, you couldn't see his whole face clearly. You could only see his pale chin, with a sharp and arrogant arc. He raised it slightly and looked at it with a judgment gesture. That statue is taller than life.

It was a statue carved from a white jade spiritual stone. It showed a young immortal king with wide robes and wide sleeves. He was standing with a bow in his hand to control the wind. The craftsman's handwriting was vigorous and skillful. He used plaice crystals to inlay the eyes, and the crystal sand His clothes were smeared, and the bloody morning light spilled from the carved skylight behind the statue, making him look like a banished immortal bathed in the divine light of the Nine Heavens.

The half of the face under the hood of the Immortal Master suddenly revealed a smile, revealing white teeth and sweet dimples.

He straightened his clothes, bowed his head, raised his handsome face, and said with a smile: "I've seen you for a long time, Immortal Nangong."

Naturally, the statue could not speak. Only the pair of black crystal stones shone with luster, as if staring at the visitor.

Ta Xianjun was really bored. No one paid attention to him, and he could still enjoy his show for a long time: "Junior Mo Weiyu, I have the honor to visit you today. Immortal Master Nangong is really cool."

He was laughing and chatting lively for a long time, and the living people were nervous about the statue.

"I've seen your Xuan Xuan Xuan Xuan..." He clapped his fingers, and then sighed, "I can't count. Who knows which generation of your nephew I am? I don't know which generation of my nephew I have seen you." Nephew, I don’t know how many generations of apprentices you have.”

Then he smiled brightly: "But now they have become the ghosts under my sword, so if you, Immortal Chief, have not yet been reincarnated, you have probably seen them."

"It's a pity that I didn't see your grandson Xuanxuanxuanxuanxuan. That guy escaped before the city was broken. I don't know whether he is dead or alive. It's a bit regretful."

He was happy again, and Pili Yangqiudi chatted very intimately with the statue for a while, and then said: "By the way, I heard that Immortal Master Nangong was also a prominent figure in his generation back then. He was highly regarded by everyone. Wherever he went, there were people who swore allegiance to follow him. , there are even those who support Immortal Nian and call himself emperor."

Mo Ran smiled and said: "Wouldn't that be as majestic as I am today? So when I came here, what I said before was all nonsense. I just have a question - I wonder why Nangong Immortal didn't refuse and didn't ascend the throne back then?"

He paused and walked a few steps forward. At this time, his eyes fell on the warning monument standing behind the sculpture of Nangong Changying. In fact, this monument was so big that he had seen it early in the morning, but he had always deliberately ignored it. Pass.

The stone tablet was carved with a sword when Nangong Changying was ninety-six years old. It was plain and simple at first, but later it was added with gold powder and glitter by his descendants. Now it looks gleaming, with every word worth a thousand pieces of gold.

Mo Ran stared at it for a while and said with a smile: "Oh, I understand. 'Being greedy, complaining, cheating, killing, stealing, and looting are the seven things that I, a Confucian gentleman, cannot do?' The immortal is really a good character."

He stood with his hands behind his hands and continued: "However, the Immortal Chief Haobai I has a good reputation, and he has taught the future generations sincerely and will not rest until his death. But I am very curious, did the Immortal Chief have ever expected that one day, the Confucianism Sect would become Is this the situation today?”

When he said this, he pursed his lips, as if he was thinking of a suitable word to describe it. Then he thought of it, so he put his hands on his hands and smiled: "A nest of giant rats?"

After he finished speaking, he burst into laughter. His smile was lively and wanton, pure and evil. It echoed in the empty and solemn Hall of the Sages for a long time. The sound was like ripping silk, as if he was about to tear into pieces the scrolls that were swinging slightly in the wind. Shattered portraits of outstanding Confucian figures from past dynasties...

The laughter finally stopped in front of Nangong Changying's cold sculpture and stopped abruptly.

Mo Ran stopped laughing, he restrained his smile, and a layer of ice slowly formed on his face.

His dark eyes stared at the sage from the previous dynasty whom Wu brought to the throne opposite him, at the man who, like him, could also command the world and conquer all the immortals.

It seems that time and space are intersecting here, and the first immortal kings of the two eras are facing each other in the torrent of time.

Finally, Mo Ran said softly: "Nangong Changying, your Confucianism Sect is a pool of dirty water. I don't believe you can clean it up."

He suddenly waved his sleeves, turned around, and strode out of the Hall of the Sages. Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, and the hood of his cloak fell off, finally revealing the face of the Immortal Emperor who was approaching madness.

He has the most handsome appearance in the world, and he is a well-deserved handsome man, but on this face, there is a fierce and vicious look that is unique in the world, like a carrion-eating vulture.

The black robe rolled down the long steps like thick clouds and ink.

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