Chapter Nine Hundred and Fifty IX Haoran Golden Order
Late at night, full of wine and food.
Lin Zhao invited the old gentleman into the pavilion to drink some tea to sober up.
Above the lotus pond, the breeze was blowing, giving a refreshing feeling of autumn. The old man held the tea cup and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhao, you should have guessed what I am here for."
"Um."
Lin Zhao nodded: "Has the strategy for dealing with the fall of the sacred mountain been confirmed?"
"Yes."
The old gentleman nodded gently and said: "The four ancestral families and hundreds of families have already nodded. From tomorrow on, you will be the only commander-in-chief of the human race in the world, and you can order everything, including the king."
"..."
Lin Zhao was slightly shuddered, he did not expect that the power that the four great ancestral courts obtained for him would be so great.
"Okay."
The old gentleman yawned and said with a smile: "Is there a clean guest room so that I, an old man who has been away from the world for many years, can sleep again in this world?"
"some."
Lin Zhao said respectfully: "I have asked Dongzang and Liying to clean them out. Can I take you there now?"
"okay."
Soon after, Lin Zhao led the old man to the most "excellent" guest room in the Mountain Villa. It was a courtyard. At least five gold coins were spent to build this courtyard. It can be said that no expense was spared, and people
There are only a handful of people who are qualified to live in this small courtyard at the top of the mountain.
The old gentleman yawned and entered the yard, about to go to bed.
"The military strategist Han Xin has met the saint."
In the distance, above a bamboo forest, a soldier in white clothes and carrying a long sword clasped his fists and saluted. After all, the seniority of the old man was too high. Although Han Xin was wandering around the town and did not attend the dinner, he greeted him with a greeting.
It would be slightly rude not to hit him.
"It's the Soldier Immortal..."
The old gentleman cupped his hands and smiled: "Are you comfortable here?"
"Extraordinary freedom." Han Xin smiled.
The old gentleman smiled and said: "It's good to be at home. I'm going to sleep, and the soldiers can do what they want."
"yes."
Han Xin handed over his hand and immediately drifted away, not knowing where he went in the snowy Tianchi.
…
Natural home.
Lin Zhao's study was brightly lit. Four lanterns were hung in winter, making the study look like daylight.
Huang Ting encountered a rich little world and frowned: "Who is this old gentleman?"
"have no idea……"
Lin Zhao shook his head: "But my seniority must be very high, and I am called Xiao Zhao. Maybe I am a sage in the lineage of my husband Qin Suihan."
"Confucianism has so many cultural contexts that it's hard to explain."
Zhi Zhi frowned lightly and said: "But this old gentleman is very kind. He helped some people when he walked around the town. He must be a Confucian scholar. As for his realm, I don't dare to explore it at all."
"I didn't dare to investigate."
Huang Tingyu said: "Students have many rules, and I am afraid that if I accidentally overstep it, I will violate the old gentleman's rules."
Lin Zhao frowned: "Old Huang, is your little world of swordsmanship okay? Is it really airtight? What if the old man is really in the fifteenth realm and people can understand every word and deed in your little world?
How rude is it for us to talk about others here?"
Huang Tingyu and Zhi Zhi gritted their teeth, feeling uncertain.
But at this moment, the old gentleman's words floated in the wind: "It's okay, I'm going to sleep first."
"..."
For a moment, Huang Tingyu's Taoist heart was really about to burst. He had painstakingly set up a total of seven swordsmanship restrictions to condense this small world. He could really understand everything and send sounds in. This was not the case.
Generally speaking, it is so simple if the realm is high, but it is a truly great supernatural power!
"Ouch... I'm sorry..."
Huang Tingyu clasped his fists and smiled.
Zhi Zhi also clasped his fists and nodded.
Lin Zhao was speechless. He raised his hands in the direction of the old man and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, old man. We were rude."
The old gentleman smiled and said: "You are talking about my affairs, and I am also aware of your words and deeds. In this way, no one is rude, it is just human nature. Xiao Zhao, go to the top of the mountain tomorrow morning. I have
Let’s talk.”
"yes!"
The old gentleman's voice no longer came.
Huang Tingyu, Zhu Zhi, and Lin Zhao looked at me, and I looked at you. Finally, Lin Zhao waved his hand: "Okay, let's go back to sleep."
"yes!"
The two left Tiantianju.
Lin Zhao stood under the moonlight in front of the window, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. Tomorrow morning will be the highlight, and it will be a conversation that will determine the future trend of the human race.
…
early morning.
The mountain top garden is surrounded by mist, mountain wind, rain and dew, and the birds are chirping. Every sound and scenery is full of fairy spirit, which constitutes the stunning scenery of the entire mountain top garden.
Early in the morning, Lin Zhao put on his clothes, put his swords behind his back, fetched water in front of the natural residence, washed himself, and after tidying himself up, he walked up the mountain alone.
Huang Tingyu, Zhu Zhi, Lin Zhujie and others stayed in front of Tianranju and did not follow them.
On the mountain road, plants lay across the road, covered with delicate dew, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of the mountains. Lin Zhao felt even more refreshed, so he quickened his pace, but he never walked against the wind, which would not have been solemn enough.
When the morning light penetrated the clouds, Lin Zhao arrived at the top of the mountain. From a distance, he saw the old gentleman standing on the edge of the cliff, with his back to Lin Zhao, looking down at the human world in front of him in a trance.
"Old sir."
Lin Zhao bowed his hands respectfully.
"Um."
The old gentleman turned around, his face looked a bit like a child's face. He smiled lightly, stamped his feet, and said: "The decree of Confucianism and Taoism has been issued. Everyone, everyone who is supposed to come will come. If the real body does not come, a spiritual body will also come."
Can!"
Suddenly, the glow swayed in the mountains and rivers.
Soon after, streaks of auspicious light fell from the sky, some coming from the direction of Confucian literature, and some coming from the end of heaven and earth. Basically everyone was wearing a Confucian shirt, a gentleman's jade pendant, and a gentleman's sword hanging from his waist.
Moreover, everyone has a strong cultural fortune.
Even Gu Lingyu from Hefeng Academy arrived and straightened his clothes. This new generation saint of the Thirteenth Level of Confucianism was the lowest-ranking one present. His posture was extremely humble and he saluted everyone one by one.
At this moment, Lin Zhao's heartbeat almost stopped. Some of the people present were from the lower realm of the real body, and some were the manifestation of a spiritual body, but they were all at a very high level!
Among them, several of them are wearing the emblem of the Confucian leader. They are the leader and several deputy leaders of Confucian Wenlin. Don't think too much, they must be among the ancient sages, and some are great sages.
Shrouded in the brilliance of the literary movement, Gu Lingyu seems to have the least reputation in terms of atmosphere. In other words, Gu Lingyu is unwilling to stand out in a place where there are many predecessors.
Lin Zhao remained silent, feeling that he was the least qualified.
Here, all the headmasters and deputy headmasters are in the fourteenth realm, and the rest of the sages also started in the thirteenth realm. On a small hill, almost the top figures of Confucianism are gathered.
For a moment, Lin Zhao was a little embarrassed. He slowly took two steps back, stood side by side with Gu Lingyu, and whispered: "Lingyu, I don't even know you... Please introduce me to me, so I can greet you..."
"Little uncle."
Gu Lingyu suppressed laughter and said from the bottom of her heart: "Let me tell you, you come and salute."
So, Lin Zhao stepped forward, listening to Gu Lingyu's narration, and he bowed his hands one by one: "Lin Zhao, see Yasheng... see Zongsheng... see Master Zhu... see Master Wang... see
Mr. Dong..."
After a formal salute, a group of Confucian saints also smiled. Several old masters were stroking their beards and had the brightest smiles.
"Okay."
The old gentleman spoke and said: "Today, I invite you all to come here so that I, the Confucian Wenlin, can give the Haoran Golden Order to Lin Zhao for temporary use in public. You are all here, so you can have a witness."
"yes."
A group of old masters saluted the old gentleman.
At this moment, Lin Zhao finally understood who the old gentleman was. There was only one scholar in the world who could bear such courtesy from everyone, and he was the founder of the world's literary education. The legendary sage teacher was also his husband.
Mr.'s Mr.
So, when Lin Zhao looked at the old gentleman again, he felt even more cordial.
…
The old gentleman gently raised his hand, and something flew out of his sleeve. This object was rich in cultural luck and was a shining token, which was exactly the Haoran Golden Token mentioned by the old gentleman.
"Lin Zhao."
The old gentleman said in a deep voice: "Receive Haoran's golden order."
"yes!"
Although Lin Zhao didn't know what the Haoran Golden Token was, he knew that it was extremely precious. Otherwise, there would be no need for so many old masters to gather here to give it to him. He knelt on his knees, raised his hands, and accepted the Haoran Golden Token with great respect.
My heart was slightly warm, and the golden order, which was not too heavy, had fallen into my palm.
"remember."
The Most Holy Master said softly: "The Golden Order of Haoran is the sacred object of our Confucianism. Holding the Golden Order can command all the scholars in the world, and can also command any human king. If the human king violates it, it will be contrary to Confucianism."
Lin Zhan, there are scholars all over the world who will uphold justice for you. I hope this thing can help you turn the tide in the world."
"yes!"
Lin Zhao said solemnly: "Lin Zhao must go all out!"
"Okay~~~"
The Holy Master looked at a group of old masters and said with a smile: "Thank you for taking this trip. Now the holder of the Haoran Golden Order is Lin Zhao. Please go back to your respective gates and tell each other, don't offend the Haoran Golden Order.
After the Three Realms War is over, Haoran Jinling should return to Wenlin."
After saying that, he smiled and said: "Everyone, please disperse."
A group of old masters saluted one after another, and then their bodies disappeared. Everyone had something to be busy with.
Gu Lingyu also bowed and resigned. It must be that the sage master had something to say to his junior uncle, so he drifted away.
…
"Xiao Zhao."
The Holy Master looked at the young sword cultivator with his eyes, and in a blink of an eye, he coincided with the figure of the young man on the snowy Tianchi a hundred years ago. The Holy Master immediately became more and more fond of him. After Qin Suihan, his family
It is gratifying that this line of knowledge has a genius as talented as Gu Lingyu.
Lin Zhao, on the other hand, took a different approach. He was a Confucian and a military strategist, which brought a new atmosphere to his family's knowledge.
In terms of cultivation, Gu Lingyu is naturally higher, but in terms of changing the entire world structure, Lin Zhao is obviously higher.
He looked at Lin Zhao, raised his palm, and suddenly a light golden sword tip floated above his palm, and said with a smile: "I have nothing to give you. I will give you this sword tip as the fourth Yunjian in the future."
The natal flying sword in the lake."
Immediately, Lin Zhao’s heart was pounding!
What kind of holy object would the sword tip given by the Holy Master be?
