The old man was promoted to be a great sage. Except for the leader, Sangong and a few others, he was not known to the world.
In fact, there are many great sages like the old man who are unknown to the world, not only in Confucianism, but also in other sects.
They will silently protect the sect throughout their lives.
When the sect is in need, they will not hesitate, even until their death, their names will not be known to the world...
The old man's surname is Donglou, his given name is Hui, and his given name is Shuoyue.
At this time, the old man was reading in the study in the back hall. After a while, he seemed to think of something, so he raised his head and said, "Zhishou, I heard that you are good at fighting. Can you teach me how to fight?"
"fight?"
An Xiu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Disciples don't know how to fight."
"You can't fight? No!"
The old man was a little surprised and said: "Aren't you the number one among the great Confucians? If you don't know how to fight, how can you be the number one among the great Confucians? My teacher also heard that there are many great Confucian scholars in our Confucian religion who can't beat you.
, it seems that you are good at fighting."
"Teacher, I really don't know how to fight."
An Xiu said helplessly.
"Really not?"
The old man asked with a serious face, and there seemed to be some disappointment in his eyes.
"……Less likely."
An Xiu hesitated and said.
"That means you can?"
The old man said happily, and then sighed a little, saying: "I have been stupid since I was a child, always one step behind others in everything I do. I was often bullied when I was young, so I have always envied people who can fight. Maybe you don't believe it, because
The division has not had a single fight so far."
An Xiu was stunned.
At this time, the old man looked at his hands seriously, with a confused look on his face.
How to fight this fight?
Moreover, he really wants to become a strong fighter...
"How many Confucianism, Dharma and magical powers have you practiced now, teacher?" An Xiu pondered for a moment, intending to give some advice.
"Oh, there are quite a few."
The old man said.
"Teacher, when fighting, just throw Confucianism, Fa, and magical powers out together." An Xiu thought about it, but felt that something was wrong.
"that's all?"
The old man looked surprised and a little confused.
An Xiu hesitated for a moment and then nodded. He didn't know how to teach the teacher to fight for a moment. And when he said "fight", he always felt that something was wrong.
How can a student teach a teacher to fight?
At this time, the old man looked at his hands and thought for a while, then said with envy on his face: "In our Confucian religion, the one who is best at fighting is Brother Meng. Brother Meng has been fighting since he was a child, and he has never lost in his life.
, tsk tsk.”
"It's really enviable."
Brother Meng, as the old man calls him, is a righteous person.
"If Brother Meng hadn't been in a hurry to return to Wanli Changting, I would have wanted to learn how to fight from Brother Meng." At this time, the old man said regretfully, "When I was young, I should have learned how to fight from Brother Meng, but it was a pity that I was busy at that time.
read……"
"Teacher, don't you need Qingyan to come?"
An Xiu pondered for a moment and said.
The old man shook his head and said: "My current responsibility as a teacher is to protect Qing Yan secretly. Don't let him know."
An Xiu nodded.
"Let's go, let's fight as a teacher."
The old man stood up, looking eager to try.
An Xiu had no choice but to follow the teacher and then entered the depths of the Burial Mountain.
After a while, the old man's nose and face were swollen, and his clothes were in tatters. Facing An Xiu's attack, he didn't know how to deal with it. Although he threw out all the Confucianism, Law and magical powers, An Xiu just stood quietly, and none of the Confucianism, Law and Magic skills hit him.
…
Moreover, he was actually beaten by a Wen Xiang.
At this time, An Xiu's face was filled with regret. He knew that the teacher couldn't fight, but he didn't know that the teacher was so bad at fighting that it was unbelievable.
"Zhishou, come again."
The old man rested for a moment and said, as a dignified sage, he couldn't defeat a literary minister, so how could he protect Feng Qingyan?
So, I have been learning how to fight in the mountains these past few days.
…
Under night.
Feng Qingyan came out of the Jiazi courtyard and walked towards the burial mountain.
He walked for dozens of miles before stopping at a mountain stream and waited quietly for the other party to appear.
After a while, a dark, skinny and short old farmer slowly walked out of the darkness. He looked at Feng Qingyan as he walked, with some shock in his eyes: "It's so similar, so similar. How is this possible?"
Feng Qingyan was a little surprised, what does it really look like?
"But the palace master?"
The old farmer was a little lost.
"I wonder why you brought me out?" Feng Qingyan said, "But the Qingshan Marquis Mansion asked you to come?"
"The family of the Duke of Qingshan State ordered Tuyang to pay homage to the lord of the palace and pay homage to the lord of the country."
At this time, the old farmer was trembling all over and knelt down, tears flowing down like a fountain, and choked with sobs: "Master, this old slave has been waiting for you so hard..."
"???"
Feng Qingyan's face was full of doubts. When did he become the lord of the palace? Then, he was stunned for a moment, wasn't he the lord of the palace?
He couldn't help but said with surprise on his face: "Your Excellency, you are the elder of the Qingshan Hou Mansion?"
The old man of Qingshan Hou Mansion is what Youdu calls the old ghost.
He was also the one who risked his life to save him from the four ghost kings in Youdu that day.
However, the old ghost in Qingshan Hou Mansion is not a ghost. How can he be a human being? The old farmer standing in front of him is a living person, not a ghost.
According to legend, the elder of the Qingshan Hou Mansion lived for countless years.
Rumor has it that he was from the ghost merchant era.
He is also the longest living person in the world.
But how can people live so long?
This is at least two thousand years old.
It also shows that the old farmer lived for more than 2,000 years. How is this possible?
"Master of the Palace?"
At this time, the old farmer was stunned.
Could it be that the person in front of him is not the Palace Master? He just looks like him? However, he is too similar, he is exactly the same as the Palace Master.
However, Xu Sheng is a descendant of the Great Emperor, so it may be possible that they just look alike.
The old farmer has lived for countless years, and every time he kills himself, he loses his memory, but only the appearance of the palace master is deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul.
"The master has admitted his mistake. I am not the master of the palace."
Feng Qingyan shook his head, and then saluted the old farmer and said: "Qingyan thanked Mr. Fu for saving his life that day. If there is any need, Qingyan will definitely accept it."
When Feng Qingyan bowed down, the old farmer immediately felt an aura of terror.
He seemed to be "seeing" a strange and terrifying darkness behind Feng Qingyan. The darkness hid a terrifying existence.
That terrifying presence suppressed the ghost head behind him.
Feng Sanding is indeed a descendant of the Great Emperor!
Moreover, it is definitely a pure bloodline, and may even be the master of the palace himself...
At this time, the old farmer immediately avoided the ceremony of sealing Qingyan and said: "Prince, no! I am the family commander of Qingshan Kingdom and a member of the clan. I should protect the prince to the death. This is our responsibility as clan members."
Well?
At this time, Feng Qingyan looked at the old farmer in confusion.
First the lord of the palace, and now the prince? Also, the people of the clan? Doesn’t the clan refer to the ghost clan of Bashu and Shu?