Chapter 680 (1/2)

The town is especially quiet at night. There is no entertainment place in the small place. Even if there is, it is still a curfew period. Except for the watchman and a small number of people, they are not allowed to wander around after nightfall.

All of them go home early, eat, sleep and beat the children.

Only in this courtyard did it add a bit of excitement.

Several young scholars were drinking and chanting poems, and discussing the strange policies of the imperial court.

”The emperor of Sui Guan was so fatuous that he actually liberated the religious orders and made those Taoists and monks grow stronger. This was a mistake for the country.”

”Yes, yes, for three years, the people have been living in poverty, and all kinds of chaos have been happening.”

”The officials of the imperial court didn't stop it. Instead, the emperor suiguan made mischief.”

”As an official, he has done nothing, his children are willful and reckless, and his Taoism and Buddhism are doing wrong.”

”If one day we set foot on the Jinluan hall, we must speak out and admonish the princes!”

Several scholars were drunk and said all kinds of nonsense.

People are like this, always think that others are stupid, with one-sided cognition to despise other people's behavior.

All of a sudden, a few of his body, just like a cold wind, could not move.

Sobbing can't say a complete word, completely without the appearance of the previous high-level talk.

It was not until they felt a warm feeling in their crotch that they realized their body regained control and rushed out of the yard shouting ghost.

It's estimated that before long, they will be caught by the night watchman.

Zhu Ping, dressed in white clothes and with long white hair, appeared in the courtyard, and finally scared these scholars away.

Wait a minute. If there is no accident, a Book of mythological martial arts will be born here.

Judging from the situation in which he just released his breath to suppress them.

If those scholars don't leave soon, they will not be able to bear the breath from the birth of mythological martial arts.

”It seems that Confucianism is not easy.” Zhu Ping shook his head. Although the essence of the three religions is derived from mythical martial arts, with the development to the present, martial arts is not the whole of the three religions.

In particular, Confucianism, like Zhong Ding ware learning classics, needs to be thoroughly studied in order to gain strength from it. In recent years, there have been more scholars who have studied the Confucian classics by rote, without seeking a better understanding, but they think they are right.

At first, Confucianism could suppress such false Confucianists, but when the stall was opened, more and more such people were found.

Without paying attention to the scholars who ran out, Zhu Ping swept away the wine and vegetables on the stone table in the courtyard, and then looked at the stone table.

A simple chessboard was carved on it. With a little slap on it, cracks appeared. The whole stone table collapsed, and one of the things in it fell to the ground with the gravel.

It's only the size of a finger. It's full of ellipses. It looks like a cocoon, but the silk thread of this cocoon is black, and there are some small gaps in it.

It seems that the cocoon can be crushed as soon as it is pinched. It is not like the carrier of mythological martial arts.

But Zhu Ping didn't dare to touch it directly. He could be careful as much as he could.

In the dark, Zhu Ping felt the weak and tough life wave in the cocoon.