In the south, Dali has fallen, there will be no opponent, if Zhao Shu is in the unity of Bianliang and Jiangnan, the Chinese Empire since ancient times will be perfected, and when the time comes, it will be really golden Ou without defects.

Thinking of this, Zhao Shu was also full of excitement, this great country was finally dragged back by himself bit by bit.

It's just that if you want to get Bianliang back, you have to go to Jiangnan to visit those Confucian masters.

In front of the White Deer Cave Academy, Zhao Shu was wearing a long robe, with a thin belt tied with his long hair, fluttering in the wind, and a long sword at his waist showed his demeanor even more.

It's just that the scholars in the White Deer Cave Academy at this time are extremely panicked, and countless students and Confucian teachers are like great enemies.

"What a place of fame!"

Zhao Shu looked up at this world, couldn't help sighing, and walked slowly up the stairs, facing the breeze of Bailu Mountain, Zhao Shu looked at the students in the distance, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of coldness.

"Thief, how can you step into the Holy Land of Confucianism!"

The two young scholars held long swords and pointed at Zhao Shu angrily, their expressions were cold and terrifying, their true qi was surging, and the murderous aura in their eyes seemed to be substance.

In the face of these two people, Zhao Shu didn't pay attention to the slightest, just waved his hand at will, and the two scholars were directly swept away, like a piece of dust, this action angered all the scholars, but they were also shocked by Zhao Shu's means, the two just now were both masters of the half-step Yin and Yang Realm, and they were also martial arts powerhouses in the academy, and they couldn't even resist it.

"Zhao Shu, why did you step into my White Deer Academy?

An old Confucian with an extraordinary bearing looked at Zhao Shu lightly with the scroll in his hand, as if he was ready for a debate.

Zhao Shu smiled lightly, stepped out of the hundreds of meters, and came directly to the square, looking at the students around him, he laughed: "The lonely king is not here to debate today, I only ask you, can I surrender!"

"How about not submitting?"

Zhao Shu lightly swept the source of the voice. Pointing to the void, a huge copper city floated on top of the mountain, enveloping the entire mountain.

"Die!"

Zhao Shu drank coldly, his voice was as cold as ice, which made many people's faces change suddenly, and some students were even more furious, and in the middle of the mountain, a huge bronze bell rang and went down towards Zhao Shu.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, Zhao Shu held the Sword of the Son of Heaven. A sword stabbed out and hit the bronze bell directly, and after this huge sound, the entire bronze bell suddenly made a crisp clicking sound, and the sound of shattering was extremely harsh, and it also hit the hearts of all the scholars.

"Thief, we are dying for the Tao today!"

In the academy above the White Deer Cave, several old men shouted with sad expressions, and there were still some people who didn't believe that Zhao Shu would really raze this thousand-year-old academy, let alone believe that Zhao Shu dared to risk the world's disapproval.

Zhao Shu swept down these big Confucians. Drink gently, raise your hand, and the moral scroll turned by the lonely Taoist person was gently raised, and a beam of light shrouded these old men.

"This is a volume of virtue! It can be cracked, if the virtue is not enough, then enter this volume, and describe a volume of Dehua!"

Zhao Shu smiled faintly. The faces of several old men changed greatly, and the characters on this scroll were revealed, among which were the virtues and righteousness expounded by the lonely Taoist.

Even though these old men have cultivated to the sky. How can it be compared to the virtue of a lonely Taoist?

There is supreme killing, and there is moral induction, and the grief and indignation of these Confucians and students have turned into despair.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, these great Confucians were sucked into the Jinde scroll and became a piece of Haoran writing.

After Zhao Shu suppressed these great Confucians, he lightly swept down the mountain of students, turned around and walked down the mountain, countless scholars were indignant, or howling and crying, but no one dared to stop Zhao Shu from leaving.

After Zhao Shu left the White Deer Cave Academy, he continued to move towards the next academy.

However, what Zhao Shu didn't expect was that he had just walked out of the White Deer Cave Academy, and at the foot of the mountain, more than a dozen old men in Confucian clothes were sitting cross-legged on the ground, with their long swords crossed to their knees, with a sad and angry expression.

"Is Your Highness really going to destroy Confucianism?"

Zhao Shu looked at these Confucians, and his face showed a faint mockery: "Confucianism is not Confucianism! The Great Song Dynasty needs Confucianism, but it doesn't need Confucianism!"

"Confucianism has a history of thousands of years, does Your Highness think that you can really destroy it with your own strength?"

The old man at the head said with a cold face.

"How can the lonely king not know, but your Confucianism relies on imperial power, without the support of the world, your Confucianism will decline in less than ten years, and the world of the Great Song Dynasty will sooner or later fall into my hands, and your Confucianism can escape my means, can you still escape the clamps of the Great Song Dynasty!"

"Zhao Shu'er, if it weren't for that, do you think you can still be so arrogant, my Confucianism is also of great help to your Great Song Dynasty, wouldn't you be ungrateful if you do this!"

A bearded Confucian roared with anger on his face.

Zhao Shu looked at these people, stood with his hands in his hands, and said lightly: "Confucianism gives up the idea of remote control of political power and returns to Confucianism! Otherwise, only life and death await Confucianism!"

"This is also the last bottom line of the Lone King!"

"Zhao Shu, my Confucian sect also has a creator! Although you have condensed your fist intent, you have not penetrated that layer of realm, if you are in a hurry, the fish will die and the net will be broken!"

Zhao Shu looked at the many Confucian scholars in front of him with a cold face, his eyes became more and more cold, and with a press of his hand, the entire red copper city flew out violently, and slowly turned into a huge golden man of ten zhang in the void, and the huge power of thunder surrounded the golden man, like a thunder giant in ancient legends.

The giant rumbled into Zhao Shu's body, and at this moment, Zhao Shu seemed to be wearing a layer of golden armor, and the strength around him continued to increase.

"The first emperor's golden refining method, the lone king knows a trace, it is this thread, which is enough for the lone king to have the combat power of creation, although he has not penetrated that layer, but he also has the power to defend against the creator!"

Zhao Shu said lightly, and there were many emotions in his heart, with the golden armor turned into the Red Bronze City, he was enough to fight against the Creator.

Now I know that the gold man created by the First Emperor is a piece of armor, and the integration of these armors will improve their combat power infinitely, and finally refine these armors into the body, you can break through the ever-changing realm and enter the realm of creation.

Therefore, after the unification of the Great Song Dynasty, Zhao Shu had to go to the land of Guanzhong and get several other golden people.

"Heaven is going to kill my Confucianism!"

More than a dozen old Confucian roared angrily, their expressions becoming more and more sad and angry, and a little helpless.

"In three days, I hope to get an answer!" Zhao Shu glanced at these people, it seemed that he didn't have to go to those academies one by one.

No matter which one Confucianism chooses, they are afraid of themselves, at least they don't have to worry about assassination and the like, they can concentrate on slowly quelling the rebellion of the Great Song Dynasty, and before that, they should also go to see their third brother.

Zhao Shu looked at the sky, stepped out, pulled out of the air, and when he stopped again, he was already in front of the gate of Bianliang City, looking at this majestic city, Zhao Shu's heart was mixed, and he slowly walked into the city and walked towards the palace. (To be continued......)