Zongwu: A hundred-year-old Confucian saint was exposed, shocking the master

Chapter 38 Disciple's luck is like silk, master's luck is like a river, and Confucian saints' luck is like a golden dragon!
Chen Mu couldn't help laughing when he saw the curious expression on his master's face.

Although this little junior brother is now invincible in the world, he still maintains a sincere and innocent heart, which is really rare.

How many amazing people in the world, after achieving certain achievements, usually have a heart of arrogance and arrogance.

In the end, he ruined his future because of his arrogance.

There are really too few masters like Master who can always maintain their original intentions.

Seeing that the master was so interested, Chen Mu raised his hand, stretched out two fingers and squeezed out a golden band of light as thick as an arm, and said to him:

"Junior brother, please see, this is your luck."

The master stretched out his hand, but couldn't hold it at first.

"Junior brother, luck is invisible, and most people cannot capture it." So Chen Mu taught him a method, and now the master can hold it.

"Haha, what is your luck, brother?" The master was indeed curious.

Because compared to the disciples' luck that is as thin as a gossamer, the master's luck as thick as an arm is already very spectacular.

So, how lucky is Chen Mu?

At this time, Chen Mu smiled slightly, but he did not reach out to the river of luck, but pointed to the land under his feet.

"Well?"

"Brother, what does this mean?"

Chen Mu smiled lightly, and said calmly:

"The land of the academy under your feet is my luck."

The Master's eyes widened when he heard the words, and his luck entered his eyes and performed the technique of looking forward to Qi, looking at the land under his feet.

This time, he suddenly saw a golden dragon of good luck as thick as an earth dragon entrenched under the ground of the academy.

As this huge golden dragon of good luck breathes in and out, the aura in the veins of the academy is sucked into the body of the dragon...

The master was very shocked. It turned out that this was the luck of the Confucian saints.

"Brother, I saw it!"

"That golden dragon of good luck...is the brother's good luck?"

"That's right." Chen Mu nodded, "It's a pity that the Academy has only had me as a Confucian sage so far."

"Otherwise, Confucius would not dare to be so arrogant."

While speaking, Chen Mu raised his right hand, and with a flick of his fingers, a ray of golden light flew into the center of Master's eyebrows.

Master naturally did not dodge, "Brother, what kind of supernatural power did you just now?"

"Open your eye of luck."

"Now try it, can you see the luck of Confucius?"

"Oh?" Then, the master turned and looked in the direction of Confucius, and sure enough, the scene he saw this time was completely different from the previous evening.

With the help of Chen Mu's excited luck eyes, after just looking at it, he can see that there are actually five luck golden dragons entrenched in the holy land of Confucius!

The five dragons jointly sit in the Holy Land of Confucianism.

Among them, the largest lucky golden dragon is in the shape of a flying dragon in the sky, and the other four lucky golden dragons respect it as the leader and guard the four directions.

"That's the Dragon of Luck of the Five Sages of Confucianism, have you seen it?"

"I saw it!" Shocked, Master asked Chen Mu casually, "The dragon of luck flying in the sky belongs to Kong Sheng?"

"Yes."

The master nodded: "Confucianism has been passed down for thousands of years, and five sages were born. It really deserves its reputation."

The five sages of Confucianism are already the ascension of ascension, the death of immortality.

But even after so many years, there are still saints whose luck remains in the Holy Land of Confucianism. The power of saints is really extraordinary!

However, the careful Master also noticed that the five Luck Golden Dragons of Confucian Sect are now a little dormant, far less vigorous than Chen Mu's Luck Golden Dragon.

"That day, halfway through the writing of my [Saint Pirates], the incarnation of Kong Sheng was attracted to stop me."

"However, when the Dao was fighting for the front, Kong Sheng was wronged and fell into a disadvantage, and his aerodynamics were already damaged. But now you look at the five golden dragons of luck, the one belonging to Kong Sheng hasn't suffered much damage.

"Confucianism has lasted for thousands of years, and its heritage is extremely rich."

"Now you know, why did I hide my identity?"

"Senior brother is thoughtful and foresight." Master admired Chen Mu even more this time. As the dean of the academy, he didn't think about it.

"Originally, the fortunes of the Academy and the Confucian Sect would not have any intersection."

"But Junior Brother, look here..."

"Oh?" Master followed Chen Mu's guidance and looked into the long river of luck.

He saw a gloomy luck, no, not just dim...

Chen Mu stretched out two fingers, and pinched a ray of luck from the golden river of luck belonging to the disciples of the academy between his fingers.

"This is the luck of our disciple Ning Xiaochen. Originally, this boy was expected to be able to achieve the Celestial Phenomena Realm, but his luck was cut off!"

The master frowned slightly when he heard this, and he said:
"Senior Brother, Junior Brother came to you this time for the sake of disciple Ning Xiaochen."

"The disciple Ning Xiaochen who returned home to visit relatives was found dead in the countryside earlier today. The murderer's actions were very clean, without leaving any clues."

"Also, Ning Xiaochen's hands were cut off. He defended【Liuku Shengxue】until his deathbed."

"Senior brother, do you know who killed Ning Xiaochen?"

Before the master finished speaking, Chen Mu stopped him.

He waved his hand, squeezed the luck belonging to Ning Xiaochen in his hand, and asked:
"Junior brother, what clues do you see?"

The master was anxious, but he still lowered his head to carefully examine Ning Xiaochen's luck golden thread.

It seemed that nothing was found.

Seeing this, Chen Mu waved his hand, and the abundant Confucianism and Taoism power spread magnificently.

In the next second, strands of gray mist appeared on Ning Xiaochen's truncated golden thread of luck.

The mist is long and stretching.

Looking at its direction, it turned out to be Confucius!

The master's brows and eyes were wide open, and he glared angrily, and asked anxiously:

"Brother, is it the people of Confucianism who did it?!"

Chen Mu nodded and said:
"I think it's the master of the Confucian sect who wants to use [Liuku Shengxue] to spy on my details and find out my reality."

"It was because of me that Ning Xiaochen died tragically."

The master saw that the senior brother blamed himself for the crime.

He sternly rejected it:

"Brother, how is this your fault?!"

"You wrote books and biographies for your disciples, created exercises, and added 400 years of luck to my academy!"

"This is a great merit, a great good deed!"

"This is the crime of Confucius, it is their evil thoughts that killed Ning Xiaochen!"

"Brother, now we just wait for your order, and we will attack the Confucian Gate! Avenge Ning Xiaochen!"

Chen Mu shook his head upon hearing this and said:

"Junior brother, don't be reckless."

"Let me ask you, what is the average cultivation level of the disciples of Confucianism? What is the average cultivation level of the disciples of my academy?"

The master faltered for a while when he heard the words, and he said:
"Confucian disciples average at the Vajra Realm, with 300 people at the Profound Realm and 100 at the Celestial Realm. There are also dozens of Great Confucianists at the Earth Immortal level. They also have the power of the five sages of Confucianism."

"The average level of students in my academy is the second-rank realm. Vajra and Zhixuan are no more than five fingers, there are three celestial phenomena, I am the only one in the earth fairy realm, and the only saint is you, senior brother..."

After some comparison, the master found out.

The gap between the academy and the Confucian school is so huge!
If he attacked Confucianism now, he and his senior brother would be able to protect themselves.

But the other disciples of the academy are doomed!
Only then did the master realize that he was in a hurry and almost made a big mistake.

However, how could Ning Xiaochen not take revenge? !
Just as the master was about to speak, he heard Chen Mu say in a deep voice:
"You don't have to worry about this matter, I will take action."

"Junior brother, do you know that the person who cut off the golden thread of Ning Xiaochen's luck, why his luck is black mist?"

The master shook his head, saying he didn't know.

Chen Mu chuckled, and said lightly:

"Because the moment I made up my mind, his luck was already broken."

The master was astonished when he heard this!

One thought can cut people's fate!
Is this the power of Confucian saints!
The master couldn't help but began to look forward to how the senior brother would take action to kill the murderer of Confucianism!
(End of this chapter)