Peerless Taoist

A long sigh came from the carriage.    

Between the Heaven and Earth, a majestic aura of righteousness floated in the air.    

The originally noisy street suddenly became lonely. Many people felt a sense of coolness deep in their hearts, as if all their distracting thoughts had been swept away.    

Fan Dacheng was shaking all over.    

He was a cultivator of the Confucian Sect, so he naturally understood this change very well.    

The righteous aura of the heavens and earth had actually changed and began to surge toward the carriage.    

Every movement he made would cause a change in the river of noble aura.    

Only some supreme experts of the Confucian Sect would be able to do such a thing.    

Fan Dacheng knew that he couldn't do such a thing himself.    

The curtain of the carriage was pulled open, and an old man slowly walked out.    

He looked like an ordinary farmer, but anyone who saw this old man would feel a sense of familiarity. It was as if this was the backbone of the human race.    

"This old man is Zhang Hong. Young man, are you going to fight with this old man?"    

Zhang Hong slowly opened his mouth and spoke with a calm voice.    

However, Fan Dacheng was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a pale expression.    

"Gentle... Wen Sheng."    

He was trembling like a sieve. He no longer had the arrogant and domineering attitude from before.    

Fan Dacheng knew that he was finished.    

If he were to be rude to the king, he would at most be punished. In fact, he would even get a reputation in the Confucian Sect that was not afraid of nobles.    

However, if he was rude to Wen Sheng, it would be disrespectful.    

Even if Wen Sheng didn't care, he, Fan Dacheng, would still be famous for a long time. Even the disciples of the Sage wouldn't let him go.    

Zhang Hong frowned and said in a deep voice: "Scholar, upright and upright, upright and aboveboard! Didn't you want to fight with this old man? Stand up and ask your question!"    

Fan Dacheng's whole body was trembling, and his lips were trembling.    

"Sage, this student is just spouting nonsense, please forgive this student!" Fan Dacheng knelt on the ground and begged.    

How would he dare to question a scholar sage? That was undoubtedly no different from courting death.    

Zhang Hong looked at the kowtowing worm on the ground with some disgust.    

Guarding the Dual Realm Mountain gave this scholar sage a trace of military temperament, and his expression was dignified.    

"Qin Shi Huang has taught and educated many people. This is something that only a Sage Emperor, who hasn't been around for thousands of years, would do. This old man allows different opinions, but what do you want to do if you don't have anything to do today? Do you want to ruin the future path of the hundreds of millions of students in the Nether Realm? "    

Zhang Hong sternly shouted.    

The gazes of many onlookers were filled with hostility as they looked at Fan Dacheng.    

Many of them did not have a path of cultivation in the past, so they had cut off their path of becoming stronger.    

Now, Great Qin had announced that it would establish many academies and open many educational institutions. This was an incredibly glorious gift for many people.    

If Fan Dacheng stopped them, he would become everyone's mortal enemy.    

Fan Dacheng was so scared that he fell to the ground, begging for mercy.    

Zhang Hong waved his hand, "Since you don't want to fight, then leave. This old man has seen you become evil, so don't appear in front of me in the future."    

With one sentence, he decided Fan Dacheng's future.    

In a flash, the noble aura around Fan Dacheng suddenly disappeared.    

"No! No! Saint, I was wrong, please forgive me!"    

Fan Dacheng let out a wail.    

Without the support of the noble aura, he, a Confucian Sect cultivator, was unable to use any of his strength.