Taiqing Palace, like Jiufeng Academy, has temporarily ceased operations.
But the news about Chang'an gradually began to spread in the land of Middle-earth.
Ordinary people only listen to the story as a legend, but in the eyes of those who are interested, they will not take it lightly.
Soon, there were more than one group of people on the land of Middle-earth, heading east across the sea, heading for Eastern Xinjiang.
One of these people came from the eternally famous Yansheng Mansion.
They arrived at the coast of Eastern Xinjiang and formally submitted letters to the Lord of Chang'an.
The name Yanshengfu is still sacred to scholars everywhere.
Even though they were located in Eastern Xinjiang, Cao Ranran and others were famous, and they immediately became serious.
From Zhou, they immediately tried to report to Chang'an.
But after a while, there was a reply, ordering them to send people to Chang'an City.
"You got a reply so soon?"
Everyone in Yansheng Mansion looked at each other.
It seems that there are many practitioners above the Nine Realms here, and among them it is more likely that there is a Confucian Wen Zong who has the magical power to see words as if they were faces.
However, if this were not the case, how could Taiqing Palace and Jiufeng Academy be allowed to suffer?
In Middle-earth, it was also a behemoth that could be compared with their Yansheng Palace.
Thinking of this, everyone felt relieved and followed Cao Ranran to Chang'an.
However, while walking on the road, the young man's eyes suddenly flashed:
"Did there used to be so many private schools in Eastern Xinjiang?"
Cao Ranran shook his head: "No, this is all brought by Chang'an. It has only been a few months so far."
The man named Kong Yuan became even more surprised:
"If this place is always rich in culture and rich in talents, then these many private schools can play a role.
But if there has never been a similar tradition, how can we create hundreds of millions of scholars out of thin air in just a few months?"
Hearing this, Cao Ranran burst into laughter: "Sir, you have misunderstood. In these schools, all men, women, old and young, with or without literary talent, can enroll in these schools. What they learn is not profound classics, but mainly for literacy."
When Kong Yuan heard this, his face darkened: "Isn't that playing the piano to a cow? It's simply ridiculous."
The smile on Cao Ranran's face gradually disappeared: "Sir, you are joking. Saints have also said that there is no difference in teaching, so why should we care about who is studying? Wouldn't it be beautiful if the brilliance of culture can be spread all over the world?"
Kong Yuan said coldly: "The sage said that the people can follow it but not know it. There is no distinction between education and distinction. I am a scholar who has always said that you should not distort the classics."
Cao Ranran's expression suddenly became serious: "Mr. Confucius has invited me. I have always thought that the sentence "sage" should be broken down into "the people can do it, let it be done; if they can't do it, know it". It is the way of the sage to educate the world."
"You, a villager in the wilderness of Eastern Border, have become evil through reading. What do you know about the way of a saint?"
Kong Yuan flicked his robe sleeves and called his companions to leave: "Chang'an behaves like this, which shows its level. It's not enough to make a plan, let's go!"
Cao Ranran was stunned: "Is this how your Yan Sheng Mansion explains the saint's classics?"
In Chang'an City, in the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun smiled.
Kong Yuan and the others may have explained it this way on purpose to make it easier for him to act.
"It's still the same as before..."
In the illusion of light and shadow in front of Zhang Dongyun, Shen Herong's sigh sounded.
"It's more likely to get worse." Zhang Dongyun said calmly: "If this were not the case, it would be difficult to make up for the losses we caused them in the first place."
Shen Herong was silent and just sighed again.
She was outside Chang'an City and had already arrived near Kong Yuan, Cao Ranran and others.
Everyone in Yansheng Mansion wanted to leave, but she directly used her family, country, and world to pretend to be everyone.
Before Cao Ranran could even react, Kong Yuan and others were already taken away.
Everyone was within the scope of Invincible City, and Zhang Dongyun was helping them. In the eyes of Cao Ranran, it was the mysterious Mr. He who took action.
The person opposite Kong Yuan is a great Confucian in the ninth realm.
Regardless of his character, as the direct descendant of Yan Sheng Mansion, his strength is indeed extraordinary.
Cao Ranran just stood with the other person, looking at the talent and talent soaring into the sky above the other person's head, he could feel that if he and Kong Yuan were in the same realm, the other person's strength would definitely be above him, making him feel ashamed.
Although he has now broken through to the tenth realm and has reached the realm of Confucian Wenzong, it will take some effort to capture all of Kong Yuan and others, and there may even be a few fish that slip through the net.
But Mr. He showed no mercy and captured everyone in an instant.
The mysterious Mr. He's strength is indeed extraordinary...
While Cao Ranran was thinking about it, he witnessed Mr. He's family, country, and world. He also had some insights about his own knowledge and articles in his mind, and felt that he had benefited a lot.
Shen Herong, who transformed into "Mr. He", couldn't help but shake her head slightly when she looked at Kong Yuan, who she pretended to be in the world of her family and was still clamoring.
After returning to Chang'an, she handed the person directly to Mr. Wu Yun and stopped paying attention to him.
Lord Zhang in the Daming Palace felt very happy.
Although Kong Yuan and others did not take the initiative and just walked away, they were now within the scope of Invincible City.
Shen Herong took action and pretended to be his family, country, and world. They tried to resist and break away. Kong Yuan, a ninth-level Confucian practitioner, immediately gave City Lord Zhang a thousand points of guardianship experience.
"My little sister was not so crooked at that time."
Shen Herong walked into the hall: "One generation is inferior to the other."
Zhang Dongyun smiled lightly: "In their eyes, you are the wrong person."
Shen Herong shook his head, walked to the chair, and sat on it with his feet.
At this time, Zhang Dongyun reached out and touched the air.
Then, an illusion of light and shadow appeared in the main hall, reflecting the scene outside Chang'an City.
Among them, Zhuo Zui serves as a guide and is leading a Taoist nun to Chang'an City.
Seeing this Taoist nun, Shen Herong raised his eyebrows slightly: "If the little sister doesn't admit her mistake, is she the upright Jin Xiaoxiao?"
"Not bad." Zhang Dongyun nodded.
Yansheng Mansion and Jiufeng Academy were not at odds with each other. It was rumored that someone from Jiufeng Academy was suffering losses in Chang'an, so they sent people to explore the way.
Similarly, the Zhengyi sect was currently at war with the Taiqing Palace. After hearing that a disciple of the Taiqing Palace was in trouble in Chang'an, they also sent someone to contact them.
However, just by looking at the representatives from both sides, one can see their respective mentality.
Although Kong Yuan was a descendant of the Confucian family of Yansheng Mansion, he was not a direct lineage and was not a Confucian master.
As an envoy making first contact, he is certainly qualified.
But when compared with the Zhengyi Sect, it's a completely different story.
"Yunshen Fengming" Jin Xiaoxiao is an elder of the Zhengyi sect. He is in the third realm of Taoist Yuanshen, which is the twelfth realm of Taoist practice. He is one of the few masters of the Zhengyi sect under the master Chengyang Zhenren.
one.
Her coming here in person is basically second only to Chengyang's coming in person.
Of course, according to the information Zhang Dongyun had previously obtained, it is impossible for Master Chengyang to come here in disguise at this moment.
The Zhengyi faction is being attacked by Peng Ziling, the leader of the Taiqing Palace, and is in a state of life and death.
Even if Master Chengyang has the ability to distract himself, he does not dare to be distracted at this moment. He must concentrate all his strength to fight against the Taiqing Palace.
It was just that he couldn't come. Zhang Dongyun, Shen Herong and Zhang Dongyun were actually surprised that Jin Xiaoxiao showed up in Chang'an.
After all, as one of the masters under Master Chengyang, she is in urgent need of every ounce of strength when the sect is in crisis.
"What's the purpose of Elder Jin coming here?"
After Mr. Wu Yun saw the other party, he asked first.
Jin Xiaoxiao called the other party a Taoist leader: "Our sect is in crisis, and I have come here to ask for help. Please forgive me for not being able to stay for a long time. I will leave soon. I sincerely ask the Lord of Chang'an City to meet me."
Mr. Wu Yun looked at the other party up and down: "Chang'an has its own pace and will not break it for others. If there is any talk of joining forces to fight against the Taiqing Palace, then there is no need. The Taiqing Palace alone cannot stop the footsteps of my Majesty."
When Jin Xiaoxiao heard this, his heart sank halfway.
Whether the other party is serious about this idea or intends to raise the price on the ground, such an answer is not a good signal for her trip.
I just don’t know, the other party dares not to take Taiqing Palace and the righteous faction seriously. Is it a bluff to bargain, or is it really confident?
Jin Xiaoxiao didn't worry too much.
On the one hand, she had no time to delay, and on the other hand, it was inconsistent with her style.
"The Lord of Chang'an City is coming to China, and our faction is willing to support him locally to facilitate Chang'an's operations."
Jin Xiaoxiao said straightforwardly: "I dare not interfere with the pace of Chang'an. It is up to the Lord of Chang'an to make the decision. Our sect will just wait for good news."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Wu Yun looked at the other person up and down, and then nodded: "Fellow Taoist, you are quick to speak. In that case, I can give you a message to Your Majesty, but I cannot guarantee whether His Majesty will summon you."
"Of course, thank you, fellow Taoist." Jin Xiaoxiao finally let go of his raised heart.
In the Daming Palace, Shen Herong smiled: "If we really return to China and establish a firm foothold, even if it is just one soldier, the Taiqing Palace will care. As long as the Zhengyi faction can support it until then, the Taiqing Palace will naturally When we withdraw our troops, she helps us, and she also helps her own faction."
Zhang Dongyun also smiled: "Quite sensible."
Jin Xiaoxiao felt slightly uneasy and was not yet completely relieved, so he followed Mr. Wu Yun to the Daming Palace.
Entering the palace, she first saw someone sitting high on a seat, his face seemed to be shrouded in light.
There was another young scholar sitting beside her, looking at her with a smile.
"Jin Xiaoxiao, a poor Taoist sect, has met the Lord of Chang'an City."
The Taoist nun calmed down and bowed to Zhang Dongyun above.
"No gift."
Zhang Dongyun glanced at the other party and said calmly: "One month later, people from Chang'an will set foot in China."
After that, he said no more.
Before Jin Xiaoxiao could reply, Mr. Wu Yun said respectfully: "I sincerely obey your Majesty's decree."
On the side, Shen Herong, who transformed into "Mr. He", also followed suit and stood up to salute: "I sincerely obey His Majesty's decree."
Jin Xiaoxiao opened his mouth but made no sound.
She saw that Mr. Wuyun looked normal and made a "please" gesture to her.
"...Thank you, Lord Chang'an." Jin Xiaoxiao finally sighed and left with Mr. Wuyun.
After leaving the Daming Palace, Mr. Wu Yun looked at the other party calmly: "One month."