2001: C2001 The Sea of Confucianism Is Boundless the Three Thousand Scriptures

C2001 The Sea of Confucianism Is Boundless the Three Thousand Scriptures

Although Meng Changan had used Meng Ran's Immortal Sovereign mantra to comprehend the Heaven Man Unity realm in the martial cultivator, he didn't have the strength to match it.

At this moment, Meng Ran was forcefully injecting the scripture scroll in his memory into Meng Changan's brain. To Meng Changan, this was not a small test.

If one's willpower was not strong enough, his brain would be seriously damaged. He would be like Meng Ran's second uncle, in a state of dementia. If it was more serious, his body would explode and he would die!

However, Meng Ran was not worried about that.

Meng Ran was well aware of his father's willpower and determination.

Meng Changan could voluntarily come to the remote and backward North Rao County with a bright future. He could start from scratch and benefit the people.

Just based on this point alone, Meng Changan's determination would make countless cultivators blush with shame.

In his previous life, Meng Changan died as his beloved wife, and his hair turned white overnight.

Meng Ran believed that this father of his would definitely be able to endure the Three Thousand Scriptures that he had instilled into him.

These three thousand scriptures were not ordinary cultivation scriptures.

It was a small portion of the library that was renowned throughout the Immortal Cultivation World, the 'Endless Sea of Confucianism'!

Sea of Confucianism was part of the Human Race! Although a super sect couldn't be compared to the Nine Great Immortal Sects, in terms of reputation, it was comparable to Ice Emperor's Eternal Ice Domain.

In a sense, the limitless ocean was more like an institute. The cultivators inside were all scholars and scholars.

In his previous life, due to fate, Meng Ran was fortunate enough to cultivate in the boundless sea of Confucianism for a period of time.

He had even become close friends with the head of the boundless sea of Confucianism, si Nan, and was able to read the Daoist Scripture Library of the boundless sea of Confucianism.

In Meng Ran's opinion, his father and Zhang Tao, Bookworm, would be the most suitable place for them to cultivate in the future, and that would be the sea of Confucianism and Wuya.

Meng Ran and Si Nan were close friends, but on the surface, they were still master and disciple.

Therefore, in terms of status, Meng Ran was really the disciple in charge of the scholarly faction, so he naturally had the authority to pass the scripture to Meng Changan.

Meng Changan did not cultivate his Divine Sense, so Meng Ran did not dare to instill the scriptures too quickly. The three thousand scriptures took Meng Ran more than half an hour.

"Hu..."

After Meng Ran exhaled a breath of foul air, the three thousand scriptures of Ru Hai Wuya were finally inputted into the depths of Meng Changan's memory.

As soon as Meng Ran stopped, Soong Shuling quickly went up to support Meng Changan, who was on the verge of collapse.

"Hubby, how are you?"

Meng Changan slowly opened his eyes. He felt dizzy, as if someone had stuffed something into his memory.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little sleepy..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Changan, who had just opened his eyes for a few seconds, fell on Soong Shuling's body and fell asleep.

"Hubby! Ran, what happened to your father?"

"Mom, you don't have to worry. Dad will be fine. I just wanted him to like reading, so I stuffed some books into his memory and rested for a night. He will be fine tomorrow. "

According to Meng Ran's previous plan, he should have led his mother, father, and the others to the path of cultivation and taught them the most basic cultivation methods.

However, he had accidentally deduced the secrets of the Heavenly Dao, and he knew that there was no time for him to wait any longer.

If he couldn't withstand the World Annihilation Great Tribulation from a thousand years later, everything would be in vain.0

Therefore, whether he could not increase his speed and force the scripture scroll into Meng Changan's memory, or how much he could comprehend, he would have to rely on his own luck.

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