Chapter 2210 (1/2)

Each chapter of the Analects of Confucius is different in length and in depth. In addition, this is Fang Yun, which is as important as the chapter of ”learning from time to time” at the beginning. This last chapter points out the destiny, gentleman, ceremony, legislation, speech, knowledge and people in a strong way, echoing each other from a distance, and the word ”learning” runs through the whole book.

Fang Yun repeatedly whispered the last chapter.

”Confucius said: 'if you don't know your life, you don't think you are a gentleman; if you don't know etiquette, you can't stand; if you don't know your words, you can't know people.'”

When commenting on the above, Fang Yun felt that he had overdrawn all his strength, because the ancient sages could not complete the annotation of the holy classics in a few days, often for several years or even decades.

Fang Yun wanted to write separately as he did in the history of ancient demons, but first, he could complete the new annotation of the Analects in the burial Valley, which would be of great help to him. Second, he had a feeling that if he interrupted the Analects now, he might lose a great opportunity and blessing.

Therefore, even if you feel that you can't support it, Fang Yun hasn't interrupted, pondered repeatedly, and even consumed holy Qi.

After a full rest for an hour, Fang Yuncai picked up his pen and finished the last part of the new notes to the Analects of Confucius while teaching.

After writing the last full stop, Fang Yun, who was pale, exhaled a long breath, then looked up at the sky and listened.

Above the sky, there were cloudy clouds, in which the huge shadow of the blood tree could be seen faintly.

Nothing happened, not even the voice of the holy way. It was better for Fang Yun to sigh after writing. He was a little disappointed, but when he thought of the opening of the Analects, Fang Yun even began to snore, and the snoring was still very loud.

Fang Yun snored on the top, while the other demons shook their heads below. So far, they have not come out of the new notes to the Analects of Confucius, and are still deeply studying the text and meaning of the Analects of Confucius.

A few demon men even took out paper and pen and carefully recorded all Fang Yun's words, including those that were not suitable for writing in the new notes to the Analects of Confucius.

After twelve hours, Fang Yun woke up and opened his eyes. What he saw was the familiar clouds covering the sky. His brain was empty for a long time before he stretched out and sat up slowly.

Most of the demons below fell asleep in disorder and snored like thunder. A few of them looked strange and anxious. They were completely immersed in the Analects of Confucius and were still studying.

Teaching and learning are different. Fang Yun pays more energy than the demon man who listens to the class.

Fang Yun got up slowly, looked at these demons, thought for a moment, looked at the valley, and finally his eyes fell on the trunk of the blood tree.

When I saw the blood tree before, it was full of tyranny. Now the bark surface was as warm as jade, and the blood red texture became clear. The surface was like wrapping pulp, as if it had been washed by inexplicable Weili raccoon, and became more pure.

After meditating for half an hour, Fang Yun wrapped the stone fetal blood eggs in eggshells and other objects into his swallowing seashells. Then he took the traveling stream and didn't turn back to leave the canyon under the escort of two incomplete imperial spirit skeletons.

Until Fang Yun walked out of the canyon, the enchanted demon man and the sleeping demon man suddenly woke up and turned around to look at Fang Yun's back.

Fang Yun, dressed in green, stood on his forehead, like stepping on the river and sea, floating between heaven and earth.