PFC Chapter 411: The Collapse of the Statue
Chapter 411: The Collapse of the Statue
"That's it?" Zhang Song took a step forward, instantly appeared in front of Zhou Yi, and punched him.
Power, pure power, without reason, crushing everything.
It's like a reckless man meeting a scholar. He doesn't have time to listen to your nagging and just punches you.
“Flowers bloom all year round!”
Zhou Yi's body suddenly staggered, and a few more wrinkles appeared on his delicate face.
"You?" He finally became serious. This was already the Avenue of Time, a forbidden technique that even the ancestor could not fully master in this world.
"The Great Kuiniu Technique!" Zhang Song transformed into a Kuiniu, holding the thunder hammer in his left hand and the Qiankun Ding in his right hand, swinging it up and down.
This was the first time Zhou Yi felt so uncomfortable after being beaten.
There was a flash of disbelief in his eyes, and his body was smashed and flew out again. He suddenly asked: "You also master the moral principles of words."
Zhang Song cut it, with disdain on his face, "Don't delay, the sooner you die, the sooner you will be reborn."
He learned the art of deduction and writing from the Holy Mother Turtle Spirit, who was the most primitive creature in the Hongjun World and much more powerful than those in the Confucian and Taoist World.
In terms of Confucianism, he admitted that he was not as good as Zhou Yi.
But in the fight between life and death, the Confucian scholar Zhou Yi is just a younger brother.
"The pen falls on the wind and rain!"
Zhou Yi raised his black hair high, held a big brush in his hand, pressed it up and down, the wind and rain were raging, every raindrop was his spiritual word, connected together they formed a magnificent article.
Zhang Song's eyes lit up and he slowed down his attack.
He also knows the skills of chasing wind and waves, wind and rain, and can even form a cage formation, but he never thought that he could write articles in the way of wind and rain.
In this storm, he felt Zhou Yi's passion, his eloquence, his ideas, his inspiring words.
"It's a pity that I'm not interested in literature. The nonsense you wrote is simply rubbish."
"The beginning of martial arts, the end of martial arts, the spirit of martial arts."
Each of Zhang Song's martial arts consciousnesses was as crystal clear as diamonds, and his punches were so powerful that they actually had a sense of ups and downs, and the rise and fall of the world.
Faced with such a punch, Zhou Yi sighed.
He stood there with a calm face, as if ready to die bravely, his eyes filled with amazement: "Amazing, worthy of being a Third Realm Daoist Master, far superior to me."
"Your spiritual power has condensed into a mountain. My article is like a garland of wind and rain. It really can't do anything to you."
"But the prosperity of literature is not because literature is inferior to martial arts, but because I have just touched the charm of words. The next time we meet, you will definitely lose."
Zhou Yi was hit on the chest by Zhang Song's three consecutive punches. His breath was gone, and his soul jumped into the book, cut through the void and escaped.
"Oh my god!" Xiao Qing had been waiting on the side and immediately followed in, grabbed the book, and froze the space in an instant.
Zhang Song took the book and touched Xiaoqing's head.
He and Xiaoqing looked into the space curiously.
There are countless palaces, stacked one upon another, stretching as far as the eye can see. It’s like returning to the bustling city of the previous life.
Prosperous, flourishing, and thriving.
Zhang Song quickly retreated at an extremely fast speed, punching forward one after another.
A ruler came out of nowhere and hit him hard.
Even though he dodged several times, he was still hit, the cracks in space shattered, and calm returned.
"What a pity." The panic just now was gone from his face, now it was full of regret, with the gold coins pinched between his fingertips.
It would be great if you dared to use that ruler.
Xiaoqing looked at Zhang Song. Her father had been beaten silly. He was sometimes serious and sometimes smiling after being hit by the ruler. It seemed as if he was not hit on the head.
Zhang Song flicked her little head.
……
"It's a disaster, it's a disaster." Shanhai Academy was in chaos.
Rulong stood there, horrified, his body trembling, unable to believe what he saw.
Countless figures rushed over from all directions, and then stared blankly at the scene in front of them.
The huge statue of the saint actually cracked in the middle, as if it had been cut in half by a sword.
This is a statue of a saint who has performed miracles. There are protective formations around it that protect it from wind and rain. But now it seems to have been broken for a long time and is scattered all over the ground.
"Senior Brother." Weishan and Liangchen were staggering, their faces pale and they were so scared that they were incoherent.
In the Prime Minister's Mansion, Zhou Xianzong could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood and fell down on the armchair.
"The First Martial Dao Master, it must be the First Martial Dao Master."
Zhou Xianzong knew clearly that the only one who could kill the saint was the first martial arts master.
Zhou Zi is the ancestor of their Zhou family and the only saint. Although he knows that it is just a clone, the clone is equivalent to half of the vitality.
I'm afraid the Zhou family will have to keep a low profile in the next few decades.
"What should I do? What should I do now?" Zhou Xianzong felt helpless for the first time.
In the palace, King Wu Jing of Zhou angrily overturned the table, tore up the exquisite landscape painting on the wall, and even smashed the exquisite jade cup onto the wall.
"How can he be so unreasonable?"
"How dare he kill a saint?"
"Does he really want to mess up the world so much?"
Zhou Jing was so angry that he asked three soul-searching questions, and even felt that this Taoist master was targeting him.
Gao Yu sighed inwardly. Going against the Taoist master was like spitting at the sky; it would only hit oneself in the end.
He reminded softly: "Your Majesty, should we write to the First Martial Academy or reward gold and silver to appease Prime Minister Zhou?"
Zhou Jing's face immediately darkened. He strode to Gao Yu, tilted his head, and looked sideways: "Write a letter? Does he deserve it? Does he deserve it?"
At this moment Zhou Jing has completely lost his mind. Confucianism outside the country is his only hope, the hope of controlling the world and controlling imperial power.
"emperor."
An internal manager reported cautiously: "Prime Minister Zhou Xianzong is outside seeking an audience."
"What is he doing here? Is he asking me to mourn for his ancestors?"
Gao Yu reminded quietly: "Your Majesty, that saint may just be a clone."
"Clone?"
"Some high-level cultivators can condense a clone. The main body sits in a safe place to practice, and the clone walks around."
Wu Jing couldn't even move his eyes. Is this how he is bullying? He, the emperor, can't even live two more years, but others have two bodies and can experience two different lives.
At night, two bodies are in one room, and you can be as happy as you want without being helpless like me.
Wu Jing was the Emperor after all, and he quickly controlled his emotions.
"How can we let the teacher wait outside? Please come in."
Zhou Xianzong walked in tremblingly and immediately knelt down to pay his respects.
"You and I, master and disciple, don't worry too much. Please take a seat, Master."
Zhou Xianzong glanced at the ground and felt a little blocked in his heart, but he still clasped his hands together.
"Your Majesty, the statue of the saint was destroyed because of the craftsman's corruption. I suggest a thorough investigation and an explanation to all the students in the academy."
Wu Jing's face was gloomy, and he nodded slowly after a while: "Manager Gao, you are personally responsible for this matter and must punish severely."
"teacher……"