/p> On the top of the cliff, there is a scene where the Emperor of Heaven instructs the dragon to be engraved. At this moment, there are three people standing, as well as the woman who is skilled in swordsmanship. I don’t know where she is. I can only hear her voice but not see her face.
Among them, Cui Minghuang of Guanhu Academy, who has the lowest cultivation level, has the biggest headache. Elsewhere, he, Cui Dajun, should be a first-class immortal, respected as a guest, and his flattering words can make his ears tingle. Unfortunately, tonight
Here, Cui Minghuang was reduced to the most inconspicuous ant, maybe even worse than an ant.
This bad feeling made Cui Minghuang, who was used to being aloof, feel depressed and had to recite Confucian classics silently to suppress distracting thoughts.
He glanced at the old man who returned to the earth by boat from the stars in the sky. The old man now pretended to be the former minister of Huang Ting Kingdom, but in fact he was a frightening old dragon.
The old man was much calmer than Cui Minghuang at this time. He twirled his beard with one hand and looked at the sword energy cage with great interest, talking to himself and marveling at it.
Emperor Cui Ming's trip was to quietly go south on the orders of the Imperial Preceptor to discuss secret matters with the dormant old dragon here. The Imperial Preceptor of Dali wanted this old man, who was temporarily transformed into the former Minister of Household Affairs of the Huangting State, to serve as the head of the building in Piyun Mountain.
The first mountain master of the new academy, and he, Cui Minghuanghui, is still the deputy mountain master agreed before. Together with a sufficiently prestigious Dali literary sect leader, the three of them jointly take charge of the new academy that fills the vacancy of the cliff academy.
, I believe that with the ambition and courage of Emperor Da Li, the yet-to-be-named Piyunshan New Academy will definitely be larger in scale and richer in culture than Qi Jingchun’s Cliff Academy.
As for the position of the new academy mountain master who was originally promised to Guanhu Academy, it is said that Emperor Da Li made other compensation in private.
Before Cui Minghuang received the secret letter from Cui Cheng, the imperial master, he had no idea that a small pond in Huang Tingguo actually hid such a big dragon. With the unique tough body of the dragon family, he was born with the magical power of water, even if it was ten years old.
With his level of cultivation, his combat prowess is definitely not inferior to that of the 11th level Qi practitioner.
The secret letter of the national advisor Cui Han disclosed that after the shocking dragon-slaying battle, the ancient Shu Kingdom, which was famous for its large number of dragons, had blood flowing for thousands of miles in its mountains, rivers and rivers, and the remains of dragons were everywhere.
The broken bones were too horrible to look at.
Over the course of the long years, this extremely old dragon was well concealed and kept changing its appearance. He served as a general, a minister, a trafficker, a pawn, and a hero. It can be said that he has experienced all kinds of changes in the world and the vicissitudes of mountains and rivers.
The old dragon is not interested in reproduction and has very few heirs. In the entire Huangting Kingdom, there are only one daughter and two sons. Among them, the youngest son is the Hanshi River Water God of Dashui Mansion, and the eldest daughter is Ziyang, where Liu Jiahui of Qiulu Inn is located.
The founder of the Ziyang Mansion, but her true identity has been kept secret from the outside world. Even her first-generation direct disciples of the Ziyang Mansion, very few people know about it. Now with the death of those Ziyang Mansion ancestors, the truth
It has been annihilated long ago. As for the eldest son of the old dragon, he has a pure and kind nature, different from other dragons, and he likes to travel around since he was a child. Now there is no news, and it is hard to say whether he is still in Aquarius Island.
The poor old scholar carrying his luggage had just arrived at the top of the mountain from the seaside using the Taoist magical power of shrinking into an inch. He never expected to be blocked by anyone. The key is that the trouble was really big, which made the old scholar even more worried.
, because the sword energy wall rising into the sky blocked the energy of heaven and earth, even the old man could not sense the outside for the time being.
The old scholar rubbed his chin, "I'm a good boy, are all the aunties outside so powerful now?"
The old man sighed, raised his arm, tapped the void with his finger, and said softly: "Sit down."
The world was completely silent for a moment. There was no sound of the rushing river, nor the slight smashing sound of the mountain wind hitting the sword wall.
Within these ten miles of mountains and rivers, time no longer passes.
The atmosphere of the Confucian sage is mighty and mighty.
Emperor Cui Ming's fear turned into ecstasy, and he began to recite the saint's teachings loudly in his heart to increase his aura of awe.
For a Confucian gentleman who aspires to become a saint, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
At this moment, even the well-informed Lao Jiao was shocked. He subconsciously took a few steps back and distanced himself from the humble old scholar. Even though this distance was of no help, Lao Jiao still did it in order to show off.
A humble attitude.
In ancient times, before slaying the dragon, when the old dragon was still young, he heard from the elders of the race that a Confucian saint, whose position in the Confucian Temple was only after the Holy Master, had made an unwritten rule with the Dragon King of the Four Directions.
, the dragon is on the shore and on land. If it needs to see a wise man, it will avoid it; if it encounters a saint, it will dive.
There was once a great dragon in the lake who was second only to the Dragon King of the Four Directions. He believed that he was in a big lake and made waves in front of the saints traveling on the shore. He deliberately raised the waves to the sky higher than the fertile fields of the city on the shore to intimidate.
The common people along the coast use this to provoke the saint. This means that I have never gone ashore or violated the rules. You are a Confucian saint. What can you do to me?
Lao Jiao, who was still young at the time, just thought that this move was very satisfying, but then he heard the elder tell the tragic story behind with sadness. The Confucian saint stretched out a finger and said something like the old scholar tonight
The imperial edict used the great magical power to guide the country and calm the storm, and fixed the real dragon in the air, causing the lake water to retreat for dozens of miles. Therefore, the real dragon was equivalent to going ashore without authorization, and did not dive when meeting the saint, so the saint took it
His skin was peeled off and his muscles were cramped, he was suppressed under a lake rock as big as a mountain at the bottom of the water, and he was punished to lie dormant for thousands of years, never to be seen again.
That time, the elders earnestly warned the younger ones that the tempers of those Confucian saints, especially those with altars and statues in the Confucian temples, were actually not very good. Otherwise, why would there be such a saying as "principal and peaceful"?
Lao Jiao asked suspiciously at that time, isn't this behavior of Confucian saints unruly?
The elder replied angrily, "Idiot, have you forgotten who made the rules?"
At this moment, the old dragon on the top of the cliff remembered something from the past. He was a little sentimental and murmured: "Dragon dragons and their ilk are doing justice to the sky, moving clouds and spreading rain. They are so valuable that they can almost be said to obey the orders but not the propaganda."
The vassal towns were separated and finally reduced to this point, almost extinct. I can't blame the saints. It is really driven by ambition and I bring the blame on myself."
The old scholar let out a sigh, turned to look at the old Jiao who looked like an ancient scribe, smiled and nodded: "You can correct your mistakes if you know that you can do better. No wonder I passed by this place last time and saw the beautiful scenery, but I still felt that something was missing. It turns out
It's because of you. Well, there is also a gentleman, gentleman, Xiao Qi back then... Well, it was fate that we met... It's a pity that I can't take care of you for the time being, so go."
The old scholar muttered to himself, then gently moved his fingers outward.
Lao Jiao and Cui Minghuang were forcibly moved from the top of the cliff.
One person and one dragon landed on the river in the distance. They each spread their palms and looked down. Then they clenched their palms almost at the same time, hiding the golden words in their palms. Of course, they did not want to make them public.
The old scholar in the sword formation on the cliff looked around and laughed: "Zangzangyeye, you can't be called a hero!"
The old scholar soon realized that what he said was unreasonable, and he groaned, not knowing how to save himself for a while.
On the other side of the cliff near the water, a tall woman in white appeared, holding a large lotus leaf in her hand. It can be regarded as a lotus umbrella, but the lotus leaf and handle are all white, which complements the white dress and white shoes.
, spotless.
After seeing the lotus leaves, the old scholar frowned and quickly began to make mental calculations. Finally, he looked sad, sighed, looked up to the sky, and refused to take his eyes back for a long time, muttering: "That's where we went on the last trip.
Ah? I think of that energetic young man back then, who kept saying that a gentleman walks on a straight path, and would rather break than bend, and both jade and stone will be destroyed. In the end...it will be difficult for you."
The old scholar looked at the tall woman in white and said, "It would not be a good thing if Chen Pingan beat young Cui Chan to death."
She smiled and said: "That's right, but I can't control it. If you have the ability, you can come out of the sword formation and talk about it. It's useless to talk to me about the truth. You can talk to my little Ping'an, it might be of some use."
She paused for a moment and sneered: "But the prerequisite is that you have to walk out first. You can send those two guys out smoothly because I am too lazy to stop them."
The old scholar said helplessly: "When I was alive, I was not good at fighting, and now it is even worse. Why do you force others to make things difficult? Besides, Chen Pingan and the young Cui Chan, one is me... half a disciple, and the other is half.
Disciple, who do you think I should help more? Although I am going there this time to help Cui Han survive, in the final analysis, it is not for Chen Ping'an's sake?"
The woman in white nodded and said, "It makes sense."
Then she shook her head and said, "But I didn't come out this time to reason with others."
The old scholar became more and more helpless, "For the sake of your family's safety, why don't you make an exception for me? I am just a teacher. If you don't listen to the truth, I will have no use for my skills, and you are a fourth-class teacher."
One of the best fighters in the world... one of several swords, even though the sword is not entirely correct, forget it, don’t worry about this title, in short it’s very unfair to me!”
The tall woman was holding a strange big umbrella with an indifferent expression on her face, "Let's break the formation."
The old man had no choice but to ask cautiously: "Do you know who I am?"
The woman in white raised her lips and said, "I know, Literary Sage."
The old man was stunned, thinking that Ganqing knew his true identity, and yet it was a bit too much to deny him face like this.
Now this is the most holy, ceremonial, and sub-sage in the world.
They respectively refer to the leader of Confucianism. This old man is the most holy teacher respected by all Confucian disciples in the world. He sits at the highest and center of the Confucian Temple.
Next are the statues of the second-generation Confucian leader, the Lisheng, and the Yasheng, who are the successors of the entire Confucian culture.
The former has received the most praise and awards from the Holy Master, and is regarded by Confucianism as a moral model and master of etiquette. He has formulated the most rigorous and complex set of rules in Confucianism. The latter is recognized as having profound and broad knowledge, is closest to the Holy Master, and is unique.
, allowing Confucianism to truly become the only "imperial school" in the world.
Next, Wen Sheng is the Confucian saint who holds the fourth highest position in the Confucian Temple.
Of course, this is an old story, and this position has been vacant for a long time now, because the statues have been lowered again and again. Finally, the Confucian Temple could no longer stay and was moved out. The fourth saint, the dignified one, packed up and left the Confucian orthodoxy.
That's all, in the end, even the statue of the god could not be saved. A group of Confucian disciples with stubborn and extreme temperaments, who regarded themselves as defenders of Taoism, smashed the statue of the god into pieces that had become so miserable that it had to be sent to someone else's house, and then walked away.
The old scholar reached around behind him, patted his luggage, and it disappeared.
The old scholar patiently asked again: "Why don't we have a good talk? Can't we just stop fighting?"
The woman thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Then I can be more polite?"
The old scholar nodded happily and said with a smile: "This is the best."
In an instant, the sword energy of the sword array became more intense and majestic, and the unrivaled sword force almost had signs of splitting the great avenue of heaven and earth.
According to legend, there were many sword immortals and heroes in ancient times. They dared not bow to the ancestors of the three religions, and controlled all the worlds wantonly. With their swordsmanship and swordsmanship, they became invincible sword spirits and wielded swords in the world.
The woman twitched her lips and said, "Please ask Literary Saint to break the formation! Isn't that being polite?"