The scholars around saw Zong Ming kowtowing and bleeding all over the ground. They were all shocked and did not know what was going on.
After a long while, they thought and deduced and realized a possibility. They hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed with Zong Ming.
In the end, everyone's heads were bleeding and they all fainted.
Old Peach Residence, pavilion.
Zong Moju was silent.
"Your Zong family has a genius." Fang Yun was still looking at the peach blossoms without anyone in his eyes.
Zong Moju did not answer. He was still thinking about Fang Yun's deductions and what Fang Yun had said.
He was far better than Fang Yun. After Fang Yun said those three sentences, he instantly understood Fang Yun's intentions and connected it to Fang Yun's reforms.
After a long time, Zong Moju opened his mouth with difficulty and said, "I have deduced before, but after seeing your deductions, I realized that your deductions are far better than mine. They say that the world is like a game of chess, but the game of chess cannot be compared to the world. "
Fang Yundao said, "No matter if it is deductions or thinking, all of our thoughts and actions are determined by rules. We use these rules to treat everything, including ourselves. This kind of rule could be called a framework, it could be called a thinking pattern, it could be called a thinking model, and it could be called many other names. The scariest thing is not that we do not understand these rules, but that we think that the rules we have are correct. This is the reason that limits one's development, or even the only reason. "
"Look at the Saintly Way of the ten thousand worlds. It is the rules of the ten thousand worlds. To us, it is absolutely correct, but in reality, the rules of the ten thousand worlds are always changing. They can be more or less, stronger or weaker. Some of the seemingly correct rules of the Saintly Way of the ten thousand worlds will change if they are infinitely large. If they are infinitely small, they will also change. "
"The reason why my deductions are better than yours is because I have more rules of thinking. Every rule of thinking is more accurate than yours. At the same time, I also firmly believe that there must be rules that are better than the rules that I have mastered. In my eyes, everything is changing, developing, and advancing, whether it is the outside world, myself, or the rules that I use to measure everything. If there comes a day when I believe that I am completely correct and completely reject other people's criticism, no longer accept new things and firmly criticize them, no longer see the problem from the opposite perspective, no longer believe that I can change, no longer believe that I can't improve, no longer believe that I can't do anything, then that will be the beginning of my ignorance and the sign that I have stopped. "
Zong Mo Ju said slowly, "I did not stop."
"Yes, you didn't do anything wrong. You just walked too slowly."
Zong Mo Ju was shocked and bitter.
"You should have heard about my meeting with Kong Zhangxun."
Zong Mo Ju nodded lightly.
"After leaving that day, I suddenly felt extremely envious of Kong Zhangxun."
Fang Yun looked into the distance.
Zong Mo Ju slowly turned his head and looked at Fang Yun's back. He suddenly found that his figure was not that tall.
Because there were too many things on his shoulders.
In the old peach house, there was only the sound of wind and peach blossoms falling to the ground.
"In three days, I will wait for your incarnation outside Ning An City. The West Moon Tree has already withered, the North Moon Tree will also wither. Here is a portion of the book and the two items that will help you destroy the North Moon Tree. As for the future, we will meet again if fate wills it. "
Fang Yun waved his right hand. A strand of spiritual sense and a drop of sacred blood flew out, as well as a damaged ancestral treasure.
His spiritual sense entered Zong Mo Ju's forehead. The sacred blood floated in front of Zong Mo Ju.
Zong Mo Ju looked at Fang Yun's sacred blood, dumbfounded.
Fang Yun's sacred blood was like a star, nurturing life. This was a phenomenon that only the blood of the sacred ancestor could have.
"See you in three days."
After saying this, Fang Yun stepped into the air, ascending the Stairway to Heaven. He went higher and higher, one step reaching ten thousand feet.
Fang Yun's voice came from the sky as he recited a poem.
The four months of the mortal world are spent,
The peach blossoms in the mountain residence begin to bloom.
Chang Hen Spring Returns But Cannot Be Found,
Not knowing where to go.
"Good poem."
Zong Mo Ju sat for a long time before putting away the sacred blood. He read the books in his spiritual sense, but he often stopped halfway.
He couldn't control his courage.
He couldn't control his Divine Path.
The sun and moon alternated. A faint white light appeared in the east at dawn.
Zong Mo Ju couldn't finish reading all the books.
Suddenly, Zong Mo Ju thought of the words of his classmates in the World of Sacred Will. He also thought of Fang Yun's words and smiled.
"Yes, I'm too slow. This isn't wrong. If I think I'm right, then I can't be forgiven."
Zong Saint took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
In the Yao Realm, a Barbaric Wolf Emperor suddenly looked up at the sky. A warm smile appeared on its ferocious face.
"Congratulations, True Lord."
After that, its body turned into ashes. A white light flew out and went into the sky.
In the East Sea Dragon Palace, a turtle demon king's head came out of its shell. It seemed to have understood something.
"Good."
Then it turned into white light and disappeared out of the water.
A soft snort came from the depths of the East Sea Dragon Palace.
In the Wu Country, a Hanlin General suddenly lifted his blanket and quickly left behind a will.
"Congratulations, True Lord."
After that, the Hanlin general turned into light and left.
In the Ape Region of the Yao Realm.
The Ape Bone Saint looked at the sky. The countless faces on his fur wailed.
With a long sigh, the Ape Bone Saint put his hands behind his back and slowly returned to his residence.
Strange things happened all over the worlds. White light flew toward Zong Mo Ju one after another.
In the end, a total of 2,998 lights entered Zong Mo Ju's forehead.
However, Zong Mo Ju still looked like he only had half a body.
Zong Mo Ju smiled. His body moved and appeared in the Zong family's ancestral home.
Zong Mo Ju released his Spiritual Will. Paper flipped and ink left.
In the end, Zong Mo Ju suddenly split into two, one large and one small. One flew toward Ning An City and the other flew toward Notre-Dame. They disappeared into the Star Gate.
In Ning An City, the rooster crowed.
The battlefield outside Ning An City had already been cleaned up, but there were still traces of battle everywhere. There were palm-sized bloodstains, beast fur in the dust, broken armor in the cracks of the rocks, torn clothes in the mud, and a chilly aura everywhere.
Zong Mo Ju's avatar landed.
Fang Yun had been waiting for a long time. The Void Building Bead floated in the air, holding a ghost head blade. Dressed in a white robe, he looked handsome.
Zong Mo Ju suddenly smiled happily. His eyes were curved, his lips red and his teeth white. However, there were a few more wrinkles on his forehead.
"You will envy me too."
Zong Mo Ju looked at Fang Yun. He felt that the other was older than him.
Fang Yun slowly walked over.
The two's eyes met and their bodies separated.
Fang Yun stood next to Zong Mo Ju. His gaze brushed past Zong Mo Ju and looked at the dawn in the east.
On Ning An City, the patrolling soldiers looked dazedly at the two people below and did not move.
It was like they were in a dream.
Zong Mo Ju lifted his robe. His knees landed heavily on the battlefield.
The ground shook slightly. Dark clouds gathered.
"The human race, I'll leave it to you."
Zong Mo Ju gave a bright smile. He looked at the east that was about to turn red. He turned to face Ning An City and slowly lowered his head.
Two drops of morning dew bloomed in the mud.
"Have a safe journey."
Fang Yun swung his blade. A head flew.
The summer rain fell lightly. The world was vast.
Fang Yun held the ghost head blade and merged into the rain.
There seemed to be someone murmuring in the city.
Last night, in the early summer rain, he killed Half-saint outside Ning An City.
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