In this weird world, I can consecrate the gods

The merits are immeasurable! The merits are immeasurable! Gong Nanbei looked at the overwhelming number of people with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

Merit? What merit? Cui Yu turned around and looked at Gong Nanbei in surprise.

Is there merit in doing good deeds?

There is no merit in heaven and earth.

But in the human realm, there are countless merits and virtues.

Saving someone's life has nothing to do with the way of heaven, but it is a great merit from the point of view of humanity.

Cui Yu put his hands in his sleeves and raised his head to look at the distant sky, with something in his eyes.

As he practiced, he felt that more and more theories from his previous life were starting to make mistakes.

Gong Nanbei smiled when he heard this: You will know in the future. By the way, although you have figured out a way to crack the opponent now, you have to be careful about Gongyang Academy.

Gongyang Academy? Cui Yu's mind was inexplicably reminded of Gongyang Yu who was killed by a mountain.

Cui Yu was holding a letter in his hand, scrutinizing whether it was tight or quick, and scribbling under the paper, when suddenly a footstep came from the door: Senior brother, Gao Xiaosheng, the protector of the Bahe Gang, wants to see you.

The scholar put his hands outside his sleeves and looked at the crazy beggar above, with a smile on his lips.

It's like... the Corpse Ancestor has his own consciousness, and knows how much divine blood he needs, so he can create as much divine blood for himself.

That thief is really bad, does he think he can become enlightened like that? Cui Yuqi's hands trembled outside his sleeves.

It was done beautifully. He will come later, but before the matter is completed, our Gongyang Academy has wronged him. Bailu Academy has also wronged him! Cui Yu picked up the drink, came behind Gongyang Yu, and handed it to Gongyang Yu had a glass of wine: As long as we can trap the old Confucian scholar in Xiaoliang City and let him have a bright future, this is no small feat. By then, his son will not be able to retreat to Gongyang Academy. Become a student of your Gongyang Academy. By then, the Li family will become prominent and prosperous.

Under a certain restaurant

It seems that the old Confucian scholar has indeed made the move. But...how much corn will it take? Where can the old Confucian scholar get any money from outside? Even the powerful families in Hao Jing will be destroyed. Cui Yu looked at him. In the last scene, the densely packed figures were gathering one after another, and my heart suddenly relaxed:

Cui Yu slapped his hand under the table, and his anger surged into the sky: How dare that old and sour scholar still do tricks?

What kind of person is Gong Nanbei? The scholar felt that he could bear the anger of these two deficient mortals.

Hearing those words, Liu Xiang's expression changed, and the faces of all the Ying Xiongs beside him also changed their expressions.

Everyone was talking to each other, and the bookseller boss Li Gouxiong looked at the words under his clothes. His expression changed and he exclaimed: Sir, is that the classics of this old scholar? This is A classic written by an old sour Confucian?

Gao Xiaosheng? Why is that reckless man here? Please step back. Boss Li pondered for a moment and then gave instructions.

In the scholar's heart, it was really worthwhile to help Gong Nanbei, and he was holding back a sense of anger!

Someone asked about it. Confucius said: This is knowledge. Knowing that the speaker is in heaven, it is like this! Point to its palm.

Inexplicable increase!

Along with Da Qi's long tone, a sturdy figure was seen, wearing clothes full of words printed on his body, walking from upstairs carrying two jars of wine.

It's the truth behind it, but it's refreshing. No one has ever said that point of view. Liu Xiang's eyes moved away from under the cloth: It's a pity that there is only one sentence, but you can get a glimpse of the whole picture. It's really What a pity. Such a novel point of view is simply the beginning of your line of Confucianism. I am afraid that such people have not yet established their own path, and they are far away from the enlightened saints. I think there is no such thing in Xiaoliang City. Wait for this lowly person, how about you go to see him and learn from him like this?

I'll get it from Mi's pork shop in the future. Daqi dared to delay and spoke quickly.

Sir, the wine is here~

The hero shook his head when he heard the words, his eyes fell on this scripture, and he pondered for a long time before saying: I have never heard of it, and I have never seen it.

As long as you wear this unprinted clothing, you can get eight bowls of corn for free. This is low-grade polished rice that only noble gentlemen have no chance to eat.

Go and have a look. Cui Yu casually found a carriage, but under the carriage, there was a small piece of densely packed articles imprinted on it. Liu Xiang was dazzled when he saw it, and his eyes were filled with anger.

He was now worried about what was going on inside his body, and he sensed something was wrong within his body.

When the voice fell, Daqi quickly spread out the clothes underneath him. One of the scholars looked around, carefully looked at the text, and then read it out:

Cui Yu feels that his family has been very abnormal recently, and there has been a lot of divine blood produced in his body recently.

This old Confucian scholar is a rotten Confucian, how come he doesn't have such means? Did Senior Brother make a mistake? Did we wrongfully accuse the bad guy? said the disciple of Wu Gongyang Academy.

Gong Yangyu's expression changed when he heard this, but he kowtowed immediately: Thank you, Master, for the name.

Ying Xiong read it once and stood there without thinking, as if he was savoring the true meaning.

How are things going? As if he had laughed enough, Cui Yu stopped and looked at Li Gouxiong.

What is your name? Mr. Ying asked lazily.

But I saw words on the streets, alleys, flagpoles of restaurants, and under small doors, and scriptures were fluttering in the wind.

In one day, the big Xiaoliang City seemed to have changed the world, with all kinds of words everywhere.

Son, where did he get that rice from? Cui Yu was furious.

Bang~

Thank you for your cultivation and giving me this opportunity. Li Gouxiong quickly took the wine bottle and drank it in one gulp.

My surname is Li, and my name is Li Yingxiong. We were in the academy, and my lord was not lucky enough to meet Mr. Li. Li Yingxiong's face was filled with smiles.

Li Gouxiong smiled bitterly: Of course I am sure. When Gongnan came to ask for your help, you were bothered by me and you read my books.

Cui Yu said nothing, just looking at the endless flow of people, in a daze.

One of them said: It's strange. The other party is obviously not so knowledgeable. Why is he going to publish a book and use such a method to attract attention?

This old and sour scholar was so arrogant after eighty years that he was so overwhelmed that Ying Xiong of the same generation raised his head. He even failed in eighty-eight consecutive Taoist debates. He knew that he had broken the Taoist hearts of many people. I have ruined the few roots of your Confucian sect. Only eight of you young Confucians in Gongyang Academy have had their Taoist hearts broken in front of me, and they are still wasting their time, and they are getting better every time. Liu Xiang's voice was full of hatred. .

Cui Yu was silent when he heard this, and then his eyes swept over everyone in the venue, and finally his eyes fell on the pork shop: You really believe that I can withstand such a squandering without a lot of rice and noodles.

After the bookseller left, he bowed respectfully.

Sir, do you have any instructions? Daqi bowed respectfully.

'The clever smile is beautiful, the beautiful eyes are looking forward to it, and I always think it is gorgeous.' What does it mean? Confucius said: Painting is done in advance. He said: Is it preceded by etiquette? Confucius said: The person who gives the gift is the beginning of business. It can be said that Poetry is enough.

It should be so. All the students nodded.

And you can still pick it up tomorrow!

Nearby, the bookseller who had previously detained Gong Nanbei for a head of braised pork was now standing with his hands lowered in a respectful manner, showing such respect that he didn't show any signs of indifference.

I've met Young Master Ying.

How difficult was it to do business in those days? If someone is willing to give you free milled rice, and you have nothing to lose, why bother?

He stood up straight. Come and see what words were imprinted on his body. It's worth eight bowls of polished rice? Cui Yuhuai asked curiously, Is it possible that no one is trying to impress others?

As soon as they met, Gao Xiaosheng cried out sadly. Liu Xiangda's heart trembled as he howled: Lord Protector, why is this so?

Could it be that he was unhappy?

Hearing this, Gong Yangyu fell to his knees on the ground: Your Excellency, you dare to attack the Young Master, please give me the words.

But he still endured his nausea, got off the carriage, and went with Ying Xiong.

There was a hint of doubtful domineering in Mr. Ying's eyes.

Although I don't know where the money and food the old sour scholar got from, it will definitely last. Let's wait and see what happens.

Da Qi put the wine on the table and was about to turn around and go in. One of the Confucian scholars saw the writing under Da Qi's clothes. He was startled and shouted: Wait a minute.

Once the Corpse Ancestor is resurrected, he will be the first one to repair it.

Sir, it's because adults are literate and arty, but this person organized an event. As long as you have words imprinted on your body, you will get eight bowls of polished rice for free. Daqi said.

The anger is overwhelming!

Is he sure? Liu Xiang stared at Li Gouxiong.

I hope that the male demon can live a bad life, and he will definitely be taken away by the corpse ancestor.

When the shopkeeper heard about it, his eyes became red. He immediately removed the door panel and asked the waiter to carry the door panel and screen to queue up.

After eight rounds of drinking, the fun seemed to have waned, and then I saw the leader put down his wine cup, looked at the bookseller standing outside the corner, and extended his hand to wave.

A few days later, when senior brother was studying knowledge, Mr. Li went to Liangjie Mountain to look for fortune. Wu Liuxiang said.

It's just weird.

Should his name be changed? Mr. Ying looked at Gong Yangyu with his eyes: Your name is Cui Yu. But his name is Li Yingxiong. He is clearly overpowering you! He is bad! He who is small is bad!

Among the crowds coming and going, the people's faces showed smiles, and their bodies were imprinted with dense sages' words.

A wild laugh came from the box, and all the Confucian scholars leaned back and forth in laughter. Li Gouxiong squeezed out a smile, smiling brightly with a group of noble gentlemen.

I deserve to die, I deserve to die! You dare to play tricks on us. Cui Yu was furious. The big seven was startled by the opponent's momentum of slamming the table, and his legs were weak from fear. .

It's done. We have greeted the booksellers in the city and even the booksellers in the distant city. There will definitely be no one to print books for this old sour scholar, and no one will be able to sell them for this old sour scholar. Books. Li Gouxiong said respectfully.

I don't think this old and sour scholar would be here today. Liu Xiang smiled warmly and whispered: Da Qi, let's drink.

Inside Xiaoliangcheng Gongyang Academy

Once the Eight Classics are cured, they can be cured and made clear. Readers should observe the meaning and intention of the sage who wrote the sutra, and the reason why the sage is the sage. The reason why I have not arrived, and the reason why I have not obtained it, should seek every sentence, recite it day by day, and taste it. When I think about it in the middle of the night, it calms my mind and changes my energy.

As soon as I said that, everyone in the box suddenly became interested.

He is a hero, Yingxiong. Gong Yangyu explained quickly.

If the old scholar is in today's predicament, he must thank Gongyang Academy for the gift. Gong Nanbei said.

It's not interesting for him. He actually had writing imprinted on his body. I think he actually learned writing when he was a waiter. Ying Xiong had a hint of evil curiosity in his eyes.

It's the north and south of the palace. Ying Xiong gritted his teeth with hatred.

The porters passing by had these pieces of scripture under their carrying poles and barrels.

Sacrifices are as if they are present, and sacrifices to gods are as if gods are present. The Master said: I offer sacrifices as if they were present.

Master, your wine. Daqi put down the wine respectfully, with a smile on his face like a flower.

The carriage passed through the crowded crowd, and when it was only a few blocks away from the pork shop, it was finally blocked by the carriage and had no choice but to retreat. A group of people got on the carriage one after another, pushing through the crowd and getting in. They were looking at each other. To the figure of Gong Nanbei standing downstairs drinking.

The small street is crowded with people, and the same printed words are everywhere.

Cui Yu pushed Da Qi away and walked out of the restaurant aggressively. However, when he came down the side street, Cui Yu felt dizzy.

Send people quickly to look for traces of the teacher. Now that the old Confucian scholar has done what he did, we still need the teacher to come out and take charge of the situation. Cui Yu looked at the other party's actions and felt confident.

Does it still need to be given a word? He used to be called Li Gouxiong. Cui Yu said with a smile.

But Cui Yu was still waiting to find out the truth about the food store, and the bad news had not yet reached his ears.

When I was young, I saw Gao Xiaosheng who looked sad and walked back from the small door with tears in his eyes.

No one is studying the scriptures? It's a profound and unheard-of principle. It seems to be a new school. One of them, Liu Xiang, looked at the hero: Senior brother, you have read all the books in heaven, do you know the source of that sentence?

Cui Yu calmed down quietly and walked down from a restaurant. He looked at the bustling streets with thoughts flashing in his mind: Where is Teacher Boss Li? Why haven't I heard anything recently?

Four students were sitting together, reciting poems and painting.

What did I see?

I would like to observe the water flowing from it.

All four of them have been in romance for many years, and each of them is wearing Confucian clothes, with a sword hanging on his waist and a square scarf tied under his head.

I don't know what's going on with the female slayer now, so I don't dare to use the seven nail-headed arrows at will. Cui Yu could not help but muttered, his words full of helplessness.

Really? The scholar smiled faintly: Li Yingxiong? His name is not interesting. Is he worthy of being called a hero?

As clothes were distributed one by one, Liu Xiang's lips curled up as he looked at the clothes and car logos imprinted with words: Suppress? How to suppress? He can always tell the people to wear clothes.

Hahaha! Hahaha!

Looking at the pieces of articles and words in front of them, the eyes of the disciples of Gongyang Academy were full of confusion.