Under the night, the mountain stream is quiet and the moon is like water.
In the simple wooden house, Feng Qingyan knelt down in front of an oil lamp and read quietly, closing his eyes from time to time and memorizing. When it was time to get up, he put down his books and went to the dining room, carrying an iron pot to the mountain stream to get spring water, and put it in the hall
Cook on the stove.
He had some guesses about Jiuge coming out to cause trouble.
It is very likely that Master An built the academy at the foot of Burying Mountain, and without Jiuge's consent, he dug mountains, built lakes, and carried out extensive construction work on its site.
So Jiu Ge was unhappy.
But in this case, Feng Qingyan couldn't help but worry about it. After all, the academy was not a vegetarian.
The water was boiled in a moment, and Feng Qingyan started to make tea. After the tea was ready, he poured two cups and said, "Do you know how to drink tea?"
There was silence in the hall, he was the only one.
At this time, he smiled and said: "Jiu Ge, although I can't see you, I can feel your presence. In fact, when I walked out of Burial Mountain, I knew that you had been following me secretly and protecting me silently...
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"I stayed in my wooden house for a few days, and you stayed outside the house for a few days."
Feng Qingyan stood up, closed his eyes and felt it, then opened his eyes and looked to the right side of the door, saluting: "Here, Qingyan thanks me again."
Jiu Ge, who was hiding, was startled by Feng Qingyan's salute and quickly appeared and "knelt" down.
Feng Qingyan knelt down again when he saw Jiuge, pursed his lips and didn't know what to say. He pondered for a moment and then said: "Jiuge, come and drink tea with me."
Jiuge moved twice outside the door to express that he did not know how to drink tea.
After all, he hadn’t transformed yet, so Feng Qingyan didn’t force himself. He signaled Jiu Ge to enter the hall and tasted it himself, saying: “Jiu Ge, in the past two days, the mountains and the ground on the west side of the academy have collapsed, the grass and trees have become forests, and the pavilions have collapsed. It’s you.
Did it?"
Jiuge hesitated for a moment, then moved.
really……
Feng Qingyan frowned and asked: "Jiuge, does Mr. An not know of your existence, or does he know of your existence but didn't ask for your consent? Or is it just that you came out to have fun on your own?"
This time Jiuge was stumped and he was frozen and didn't know how to move.
Feng Qingyan sighed and added: "Jiu Ge, the power of Confucianism is so great that you can't imagine it. Even if you are the God of Burial Mountain, I'm afraid you are no match for Mr. An. If you continue to make trouble, I'm afraid..."
He was still a little worried that the Academy would take action against Jiuge, but fortunately Jiuge did not hurt anyone.
"Jiu Ge, you must remember that when a person's power reaches a certain level, gods can be destroyed." Feng Qingyan was silent for a while, looking at Jiu Ge who seemed unwilling to accept it, he said softly: "You understand me.
What do you mean? You are still very young and your strength is still very small..."
"Of course, there is indeed something wrong with the academy. It was the academy's fault first. However, Mr. An only built the academy under Burial Mountain and did not destroy the feng shui dragon veins of Burial Mountain. This has no impact on you..."
"For my sake, let's leave this matter as it is for now, okay?" Feng Qingyan asked.
At this moment, a middle-aged voice came closer from far away.
"An Xiu, pay homage to the Buried Mountain God."
As soon as the voice fell, An Xiu had already crossed the night sky and landed in front of the wooden house.
At this time, he gave a slight salute to Jiu Ge in the wooden house, then smiled and said to Feng Qingyan: "Don't worry, I didn't listen to what you said before. The salute said: 'Don't peek into secrets, don't flirt with each other, don't talk about old things, don't
Drama'."
"Qingyan meets Mr. An."
Feng Qingyan was shocked and hurriedly greeted him.
At this time, Jiu Ge was a little at a loss, looking at An Xiu with nervousness and fear. As for the God of the Burial Mountain and the Head of the Eighty-one Confucian Academy, it was hard to say who had a higher status and who had a lower status.
Although it is a holy world and Confucianism suppresses all strange powers and chaotic gods, the righteous gods with divine status do not fall within the scope of strange powers and chaotic gods.
Some righteous gods are not only recognized by Confucianism, but are even worshiped by Confucianism.
For example, Dongjun.
Dongjun consecrated the place where all things change and the first spring occurs, which is to the east of the Zhou Dynasty. In ancient times, seventy-two kings consecrated it here, and it was called Dongshan, which is known as the best mountain in the world.
Legend has it that on Dongshan, there are the footprints left by Queen Xia's ascension to heaven, the remaining dreams of Emperor Shang's enlightenment, the bloody writings of human kings who conquered the world, and the fragments of various scholars tracing their origins.
King Ren said: Dongshan is safe, and all the world is safe!
Dongshan is not only the best in the world, but also the longest of all mountains, the most powerful among all the mountains! Moreover, Lu State, located in the land of etiquette and righteousness, is far away from the Twenty-seven Mountains of the Book of Confucianism.
Dongjun has a high status and is the leader of the same religion.
Of course, Jiuge is far inferior to Dongjun. After all, he is just a little mountain god who has just been born.
At this time, Feng Qingyan left the coffee table, came to the door, and said: "Sir, please."
An Xiu nodded and walked to the hall. He smiled at Jiu Ge and said, "Xiu, I rashly built an academy under Burial Mountain without your permission. This is Xiu's fault. Please forgive me."
Jiuge quickly took two steps back. After all, he was a big shot in Confucianism.
"You can rest assured that the Academy will not wantonly destroy Burial Mountain, let alone cut off the Feng Shui context of Burial Mountain..."
Feng Qingyan stood quietly on one side and did not speak, but he felt relieved in his heart.
Although it is said that Burial Mountain is Jiu Ge's territory, in the world of Holy Dao, which territory is not Holy Dao's territory? As one of the eighty-one masters of Confucianism, An Xiu personally came to admit his fault, which has already given Jiu Ge face.
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If it were other hospital owners or important figures, they might suppress it or even kill it outright.
However, the mountain god is integrated with the mountain and is not so easily destroyed.
This situation is still very rare.
After all, he is a righteous god, so everyone can live in peace with each other, and even complement each other.
"Although you are the god of the mountains, you need to know etiquette, justice and integrity to govern the mountains and rivers. These are the four dimensions of the country. If the four dimensions are not maintained, the country will perish. The country is like this, and the mountains are like this." An Xiu saw Jiu Ge and said gently, "
If you want to study, you can also come to the academy."
But Feng Qingyan heard the warning.
"You haven't transformed yet, so I'm afraid you can't speak yet. I do know a way to transform you in a short time."
An Xiu seemed to say whatever came to his mind.
At this time, Jiu Ge couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he looked at An Xiu with some expectation.
"Just build a temple in the mountain." An Xiu said.
Jiu Ge moved for a moment and looked at Feng Qingyan. Feng Qingyan understood immediately and said, "Mr. An, Jiu Ge said that he will not stop the construction of the academy in the future, but he must not damage the Feng Shui context of Burial Mountain."
"You can rest assured."
An Xiu said with a smile, and then said to Feng Qingyan: "In a few days, the academy will open a gate to accept disciples, but are you ready?"
Feng Qingyan's face was slightly stiff. He was still in the reading stage. How to prepare?
"Enter the academy, or open the literary palace, or pass the gate of nine virtues, or be good at kingship, or read all the scriptures..."
An Xiu stopped, pondered for a moment and said, "Don't be in a hurry, take your time."
"Qingyan knows, thank you sir."
Feng Qingyan cupped his hands and thanked him.
An Xiu smiled, nodded to Jiuge and left the cabin, disappearing into the night.