When the other party heard that it was "Hunzong", he showed a look of surprise.
"It turns out to be Mr. Jixia of Renzong, the descendant of the famous Gongsun family, Gongsun Linglong."
The relationship between Renzong and Lu Yan is unknown to all schools of thought. It is normal for disciples of Renzong to come to pay homage to Mr. Lu Yan’s former residence.
Gongsun Linglong took a look at the young and beautiful "Mr. Jixia" and immediately discovered something unusual.
This sword is the famous sword Xue Ji?
Isn't the sword inherited from Taoism in the hands of Chuan Xuzi, the head of Renzong? Why is it here with her?
Could it be!
"Mr. Ji Xia, I dare to ask, could this sword be the famous sword Xue Ji?"
Gongsun Linglong asked knowingly.
Ji Yan knew what she meant. With this sword in his hand, he was a representative figure of Taoism to the outside world, and his status was completely different. So he nodded and admitted, "Mr. Gongsun's eyes are like a torch. This sword is indeed Xue Ji."
"Ahem, Linglong."
Hui Liang Yi coughed and said, "What can I do for you? If nothing happens, I will take Mr. Ji Xia around the house."
"You are expelling me as a guest."
Gongsun Linglong rolled her eyes, held her forehead and sighed, then walked to Hui Liang Yi, pretending to be angry:
"His Majesty the Emperor is about to embark on an eastward tour and will hold a Zen ceremony in Mount Tai, and I, a famous figure, will also attend the ceremony.
If you leave like this, I probably won't be able to see you for a while, so I just wanted to say hello to you. This makes me look annoying."
"Haha, that's what happened. Linglong, the old man apologizes to you."
Hui Liang Yi raised his head, looked at Gongsun Linglong's face, and warned: "Linglong, as the emperor's minister, although you only care about some academic matters, you are still in the whirlpool of power after all. Traveling with His Majesty the Emperor, but
You are not in the debate room, so remember to be careful with your words and actions."
"Don't worry. My reputation as Linglong is in vain. Don't worry, let's go."
Gongsun Linglong and Hui Liangyi communicated as if they were close family members.
After she said goodbye, she stepped into the car again and sat in the car looking at Hui Liang Yi.
"Drive~"
The charioteer started riding, and the vehicle quickly disappeared around the corner of the road.
Ji Yan couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Hui, who is she and you..."
"The granddaughter of the Gongsun family, now a famous scholar. The little girl is very studious. She has gone through the collection of books left by the Imperial Master in the mansion a few years ago. I will also give my private collection to her
I fell in love with her, and after going back and forth, the relationship became close."
"Your private collection?"
Ji Yan wondered why she didn't remember what Uncle Hui had hidden.
"I am from the lineage of the famous master Keiko. I joined the Imperial Master's disciples because if there is anyone in the world who can truly understand what my famous master learned, it must be the Imperial Master.
The classics of Keiko's lineage, after your Excellency has read and annotated them, are still kept by me and are not put together with the ordinary collection of books.
Until I discovered Gongsun Linglong, I finally saw the hope of the revival of famous artists. Haha, Ayan, can you understand the joy of having this obsession solved?"
"I don't quite understand. But as long as you're happy, that's fine."
"Hahaha, you have grown up and become considerate of others."
Hui Liangyi grabbed the long handle of the broom with both hands and suddenly sighed.
"You were very willful when you were a child. Only your mother could control you. Even with the Imperial Master, you could sometimes go against each other. Oops, it's been almost twenty years."
"Uncle Hui..."
"Ayan, do you want to go in and take a look? Uncle Hui will show you around. Your room is still clean and bright."
"Well, okay, let's go around."
"Okay."
"Slow down."
"fine."
Ji Yan supported Hui Liang Yi, and the old man and the young man walked into the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion while talking.
Twenty years ago, the plaque with gold and Qin seal characters had long since faded away from its bright and dazzling color, like the color of dead wood, like Hui Liang Yi’s eyes.
…
Xianyang City, the Mansion of the Protector of the Country.
Gongsun Linglong's carriage stopped in front of the mansion.
"Mr. Gongsun!"
"Um?"
As soon as Gongsun Linglong's feet touched the ground, she heard a familiar shout. When she followed the sound, she immediately showed a look of joy.
"Brother Xiaobo, you are here too."
"Xu~"
Ding Xiaobo dismounted slowly, clasped his fists to Gongsun Linglong and said, "Yes, His Majesty the Emperor is holding a grand ceremony, and the Mohist family should come to congratulate him."
After Ding Xiaobo, another carriage stopped, and a white-haired old man with a black band on his head walked out of the carriage.
The old man wears a simple brown and gray cloth, has thick white eyebrows, and his eyes are like a torch. He holds a long sword with a golden hilt shaped like a pagoda.
It is none other than the current leader of the Qin Mo family and the best swordsmith in the world, Master Xu.
"Gongsun Linglong has met Senior Master Xu."
"Gongsun Daming is joking, I have only gained a few years in vain, and my seniors are too ashamed to live up to it."
When Master Xu saw Gongsun Linglong saluting him, he responded politely. However, he glanced at Ding Xiaobo in the process.
"Disciple Xiaoling, by the order of Lord Moon God, I am waiting to welcome the famous masters, gentlemen of the Mohist family. Everyone, please come with me."
Master Xu, Ding Xiaobo, and Gongsun Linglong heard the sound and looked towards the door of the mansion, and saw a handsome young man waiting.
"Thank you, little brother. Please."
Master Xu put his long sword behind him and signaled Xiao Ling to lead the way. Ding Xiaobo and Gongsun Linglong looked at each other and followed behind Master Xu.
…
If possible, no one from hundreds of schools of thought should be absent from such a grand event as the Zen Ceremony. Only in this way can the greatness of His Majesty the Emperor be demonstrated.
But this is simply impossible.
Confucianism has been blacklisted, and the person within the empire who is qualified to receive various schools of thought is naturally the protector of the country, Master Yueshen.
Xiao Ling brought several people from the Mo family and the famous family to the main hall, then left voluntarily and returned to the door of the mansion.
Because there were still two people on the list who had not arrived, he had to wait.
The head of Tianzong, Xiao Meng.
The head of Renzong, Chuanxu.
"Uncle Xiaomeng, you are already the head of Tianzong. I wish you all the best."
Xiao Ling thought of her experience in Taoist Tianzong many years ago and thought silently in her heart.
Thinking about who is coming, Xiao Ling was still lost in thought when a whirlpool of clear water appeared in front of the mansion.
Xiao Meng then appeared.
Her proud figure was shrouded in a hazy sense of beauty, and the other Yin Yang disciples in front of the door were immediately stunned.
Xiaoling came back to her senses and was so nervous that she couldn't speak.
"Disciple Xiao Ling, on the orders of Lord Moon God, I am waiting to welcome Master Taoist, Tian Sect, and Xiao Meng."
Quiet~
You can hear the needle drop.
Xiao Meng recognized Xiao Ling at the first glance.
He was the young man who was in the Taoist family back then, who worked hard to practice Wanchuan Qiushui. In order to find his sister, he finally resolutely went down the mountain and went to the Yin Yang family, a place that eats people without spitting out their bones.
But didn’t Master say that he would die in the hands of his sister? So what is this little spirit in front of him?
"Master Xiaomeng, please follow me."
Xiao Ling did not dare to reveal that she still had Tianzong's memory, as that would implicate Master Yueshen and cause her to lose Xiaoyi again.
But Xiaomeng frowned and corrected her seriously: "You should call me, Uncle Xiaomeng."
Before she finished speaking, a curtain of water appeared out of thin air and struck Xiao Ling.
Xiao Ling was startled and hurriedly dodged sideways.
Bang ~
A disciple of the Yin Yang family at the door was unable to avoid the water curtain and was slapped into the door.
The majestic force imprinted his body on the wooden door, making it impossible to pry it off.
Xiao Ling looked back, her pupils trembled, her head felt like it was exploding, and she was momentarily confused.
Uncle Xiaomeng, are you using force casually in Xianyang City?