Chapter 2228 (2/2)

Then, his eyes fell on the bottom of the lake and reached out. Three gray stones fell on his hands. He grabbed the stones and gently pressed them on his clothes. The three stones disappeared, and there were three small marks on his clothes, such as ink spots.

He clapped his hands happily, facing the direction of heaven and earth, raised his feet and crossed thousands of miles, but the next moment, his face showed a childlike innocent smile, turned and walked to the ancient imperial forest.

To the north of the round mountain, the current galloped in mid air.

On the top of xingliu's head, Xi Luan looked at the mountains and seas given by God and said in a deep voice, ”the momentum of the mountains and seas given by God this time is better than before. I'm afraid it's very good.”

Fang Yun looked up and said, ”as far as I know, the more chaotic the world is, the more likely it is for God given mountains and seas to appear. Now hundreds of ethnic groups appear and want to attack the demon world, and the demon man Saint returns. It is just when the world is in chaos that the changes of God given mountains and seas are normal. However, there will be more changes in the holy burial Valley at least in March and more than a year. You'd better enter the human blood tomb cemetery in advance.”

”Oh? Did Fang Xusheng get any news?” Xi Luan turned and looked at Fang Yun.

”The matter has not been settled yet. I dare not speak lightly. If there is a change in the burial Valley in the future, remember to avoid it wholeheartedly and never take it lightly.” Fang Yun said.

Xi Luan understood the meaning of Fang Yun's words after a little thought, and said, ”thank you for Fang Xusheng's guidance. Xi will never take risks rashly.”

They were speechless. After hundreds of interest, Fang Yun suddenly said, ”after I was buried in the holy Valley, I want to write a new book, half Confucianism and half history. What should I pay attention to?”

Xi Luan looked surprised. He inherited the mantle of Xi Shengxi Yunxiao and majored in historians. It doesn't matter if others ask for advice. Fang Yun's question made him feel special, especially the theory of half Confucianism and half history.

Xi Luan was about to speak, but he closed his mouth and tasted it carefully.

After a while, Xi Luan brightened his eyes and said slowly, ”I specialize in history and Taoism. Books of half Confucianism and half history, such as Shangshu, spring and autumn and Zuo Zhuan, are not my specialty.”

”What should we do if we are half Confucianism and half history, and also non Confucianism and non history?” Fang Yun said as he looked into the distance.

Xi Luan's body was shocked and his surprised face appeared. He looked at Fang Yun in disbelief.

Xi Luan's mind went blank for a while.

As a great Confucian in the world, Xi Luan felt that his mind was not enough at the moment.

After a while, there were only four words left in his mind.

Open your own way!

Fang Yun did not speak and waited quietly.

After a quarter of an hour, Xi Luan said in a slightly hoarse voice, ”is this book a hammer or a stone?”

Fang Yun smiled and said, ”there are no empty scholars under the high reputation. Mr. Xi pointed it out in a word. The soldiers and horses did not move, of course, the food and grass came first.”

Xi Luan thought for a long time again and said, ”if the saints do not appear, the holy courtyard will be great. As for the remaining sons, it is not a worry.”

”That's the truth.” Fang Yun nodded gently.

”Fear is fear. The new book involves a wide range and leads to the birth of saints.” Xi Luan pointed out clearly again and secretly observed Fang Yun.

”It doesn't matter. He owes me an account and is reluctant to be born.” Fang Yun said.

Xi Luan was slightly surprised and tried his best to think, but he didn't know who and what Fang Yun meant.

They were speechless all the way. After ten hours, they suddenly looked up and looked at the mountain and sea given by God.

Next to the brilliant light column, other lights occasionally appear, like demon blood and blood, and like Terran war poetry.

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