Sword comes

Chinese Confucian Temple.

On the steps, Mr. Li took a break from his busy schedule and smoked a pipe.

The weather is a bit stuffy, and the summer sunshine is shining on the world like warm wine.

A thin old man ran over from the corridor. When the gentlemen and wise men on the street saw the old man, they would call him "Wensheng". The old man would nod vigorously every time, just not delaying his steps. He sat on the side of the steps, gave Master Li a thumbs up, and said with a smile: "You are so righteous! Thank you."

Master Li waved away the smoke and said, "In a Confucian temple full of saints and sages, I am just saying something fair and I still need to be thanked. What's the reason?"

The old scholar chuckled and said, "You are famous for being taciturn and difficult to deal with. I was just trying to make small talk, why did you take it seriously?"

Master Li asked in confusion, "Such a great event, why didn't you rush over to join in the fun?"

The old scholar snorted but didn't explain why.

Master Li was silent for a moment, tapped his pipe on the steps, and said, "It's summer, Mr. Wensheng, do you want to hear a few words about winter?"

The old scholar immediately raised his hand and said, "Don't talk! I don't want to listen!"

Master Li said to himself: "With nothing to rely on and nothing in my hands, I have forcibly opened up a new realm. It is a completely different world and it is not easy."

The old scholar tried to dissuade him, "That's enough. Leave the rest of the sentence for later. It's a great day, old man Li, don't say anything unlucky to ruin my mood. If you dare to ruin my mood, I will destroy your hidden tobacco. When we scholars talk, our words are as good as our spit!"

Master Li continued, "The higher you go, the more stable you must stand."

"Two empty fists hold the past and present, control life and death, pass the sword light, and once you succeed, you must be willing to let go."

"A bamboo stick can carry the wind and moon, fame and fortune, and current events. When it is tied on the shoulders, one must also know how to rest."

So that's it. The old scholar smiled and said, "This order is good, good. I always say that you, Mr. Li, highly respect my knowledge, but you are too shy and hide it too deeply, so those young people never believe it."

After all, if the order is different, it will have completely different meanings.

The old scholar slapped his knees and said, "Yes, we do things so that we can be confident in the future when we don't care. We don't care because we have done things with a clear conscience."

Master Li said, "Whether I admire your scholarship or not, justice lies in the hearts of the people. Anyway, I know very well that several of your students value my scholarship."

The old scholar was about to say something sweet when he heard Master Li say, "The title of a gentleman or wise man, or a nominal vice president of a college, or even the dean of the Imperial Academy, even if the Confucian Temple wants to give it to you, you should persuade your closed disciples not to accept it. It's meaningless and will only add to your burdens in vain."

The old scholar let out an "ah", and didn't know what to say for a moment. The position of gentleman and wise man as deputy principal was indeed not very interesting, but he should still consider the position of director of the academy, right?

Unexpectedly, when Mr. Li blew out a smoke ring and held his pipe, his next words would leave even the old scholar, who had seen many storms, dumbfounded.

"In my opinion, the Confucian Temple is still too petty. The title of Saint of Rites is not right either. If they really want to give him a Confucian identity, why should they be so shy? Be more generous and just give him the title of Vice-President of the Confucian Temple."

The old scholar was stunned for a moment, then he quickly reached out and slapped Master Li on the mouth, muttering in panic: "Don't talk about this, don't talk about this!"

Several Confucian scholars from the Confucian Temple who wanted to learn from Master Li were even more shocked when they saw this scene. Even if they didn't have a good conversation, why did the Master of Literature take action? !

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The highest-standard gate in the capital is the Five Gates. After passing this gate, you will reach the palace. The tallest and widest central archway is only accessible to the emperor, but today Emperor Song He and Chen Pingan are walking through this gate together. It is not easy to walk through the shorter archways on both sides. You either have to be born into a good family and be a royal relative, or have a good enough official career to be able to travel around the country and become a high-ranking official.

The spectators on both sides of the imperial road behind all guessed that the two groups of sword immortals would go through these two doors. The court did not do anything disrespectful. As a result, the Dali Song family made an exception. The two groups of sword immortals did not change their route, but followed the emperor and the new imperial teacher directly and walked through this doorway.

The emperor values ​​heroes.

After a brief silence, the entire capital city suddenly erupted into even more enthusiastic shouts, Dali, Dali!

Inside, the light was slightly dim, and it was obviously cooler than outside. Guo Du turned around and asked his Taoist companion softly, "Are you okay?"

Ling Xun smiled shyly and said, "This is my first time meeting so many people. I am really nervous. But it's okay. I just need to stare at your back and recite a few Taoist scriptures in my mind."

It was just because Ling Xun had a strange habit, she would get nervous when there were a lot of people around. And once it reached a certain critical point, Ling Xun would turn into another person with an extreme personality, her sword would be extremely violent, and her killing power would be much higher, close to the immortal realm.

There are also some great cities and towns of dynasties in the wild world, with a large number of demon cultivators who have cultivated into human form and walk around everywhere, but Ling Xun never sets foot there. I remember that the first time Guo Du saw Ling Xun was in a fairy temple that was completely reduced to ruins, with a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. There were hundreds of cultivators in the fairy palace, but none of them had a complete corpse. There was only a female sword cultivator full of murderous aura, like a killing god, with tears on her face and full of regret, posing as if she was going to commit suicide with her sword... Ling Xun, who had regained her sanity, did not forget to persuade Guo Du to stay away from this place and not get close to her. Guo Du's thoughts at that time were also simple. It didn't matter who he killed in the wild world, it was a good thing.

Whether leaving the wilderness to come to Haoran, or entering Nanposozhou to become a pedigree monk of the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect, or inexplicably joining Luopu Mountain to participate in this celebration, Ling Xun always followed her husband without any objection. Ling Xun had never been to the battlefield, and she and her Taoist partner Guo Du were both unknown in the wilderness. They had always explored secluded places and visited secret ruins as a "Taoist" pleasure besides sword training.

But for some reason, Guo Du had not yet handed over the geomancy map that took hundreds of years to draw. Guo Du did not explain the reason, so Ling Xun did not ask.

Guo Du said in his heart: "I don't trust Qi Tingji, who doesn't seek fame but only cares about reality. So I want to enter the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect and see with my own eyes how Qi Tingji behaves before making a decision. I'm afraid that Qi Tingji is forced to be a hero in order to become a great hero in the future."

In the last battle of the Sword Qi Great Wall, among the three great sword masters, only Qi Tingji escaped unscathed, Dong Sangeng died in the battle, and Chen Xi was reincarnated. In addition, Nalan Shaowei relied on a longevity lamp to prolong his life, and even the old deaf boy fell a level.

Ling Xun was not familiar with the world, so she asked curiously, "Do Zhu Su, Jin Zuo and the others also have the same idea as my husband?"

Guo Du explained helplessly, "It's different. They really want to surrender to Qi Tingji. Just saying that he is the disciple of Wensheng scared Gao Shuang and Huang Ling away. Who would want to be too involved with Wenmiao? His status as a hidden official made Mei Kan wary. Add to that the relationship between Zhu Su and Zhu An, and the grudge between Xiao Fan and Zuo You. Chen Pingan is both a hidden official and Zuo You's junior brother. If I were Zhu Su, I would also be nervous."

In Guo Du's eyes, in general, the cultivators in the wild world pay more attention to the tradition of the master than Haoran, but they have almost no concept of family and country. Since the concept of family and country is extremely weak, how can we talk about "the world"? Haoran's world still emphasizes "the rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of every man". If Xun Yuan and Wanyan Laojing's completely different posthumous reputations are still the way of success or failure, then the criticism of the pure scholar Chen Chunan is very interesting.

As for the local sword cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall, their view is very simple. Anyway, neither side is good, so it's none of my business. If the army of the wilderness can bypass the Sword Qi Great Wall and directly invade Haoran Jiuzhou, do you think Guo Du and his men will do anything? Xiao Fan, Zhang Lu and the others, as well as the sword cultivator who is said to have assassinated the new hidden official Chen Pingan on the top of the city, Guo Du may not regard them as enemies. In fact, a considerable number of private swords were able to leave the wilderness alive, or are still hiding there, thanks to the fact that Xiao Fan, the former hidden official, knew about it but didn't report it. She deliberately turned a blind eye.

When Qi Tingji felt that Zhu Su's heart of Taoism was becoming stable, he smiled and asked Zhu Su in his heart, "How is the effect?"

Zhu Su calmed himself down and said with a bright look, "Excellent. The effect is better than grinding away a large piece of the Dragon Slaying Platform."

It turns out that one of Zhu Su's natal flying swords is named "Three Sounds". The tempering of the flying sword is related to all the sounds in the world. Thanks to Lu Chen's first proposal of the Three Sounds of Heaven, Earth and Man, Zhu Su had studied music in her early years at the Sword Qi Great Wall in order to improve the rank of this natal flying sword. However, the benefits were limited and could not support her to break through the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul. She then turned to the battlefield and eventually took the initiative to serve as a private sword and sneak into the wilderness. This was considered a balance between public and private. For a sword cultivator in the Jade Pu realm who travels freely in the human world, the sounds of heaven are easy to seek and the sounds of earth are common, but the sounds of man are difficult. You must know that Zhu Su once became ruthless and decided to give up her physical body. She almost turned to become a god, but was dissuaded.

Just now, the whole capital city was "rolling names" like a tsunami. Gao Shuang and the others just had their own thoughts. They had a deeper understanding and feelings about Haoran, Dali, and Chen Pingan. Zhu Su, however, had a unique opportunity. With the right time, right place, and right people, he was actually practicing swordsmanship in seclusion. The key is that the road is smooth, and the harvest is guaranteed regardless of drought or flood. Sword cultivator Zhu Su can enjoy the fruits of his labor! Nearly a million people, almost everyone had no distractions, and shouted the real name "Zhu Su" at the same time. If this is not a human sound, what is it?

Moreover, under Qi Tingji's proposal, of course he chose Chen Pingan and Ning Yao intentionally or unintentionally, and helped explain a few words, suggesting that the sword cultivators each separate a strand of their minds and attach their names to Zhu Su's flying sword. This move is like writing on paper, engraving on a monument, like a monk living in a temple to preach, like a Taoist priest taking a rest in a temple, and "giving away their names" to the master. Then Zhu Su, who owns this natal flying sword, is like a mountain and water god in a temple, enjoying the most refined incense alone.

Zhu Su was so excited that he couldn't restrain himself, and said in a trembling voice: "There is hope for a breakthrough."

The local sword cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall have an obsession with the immortal realm that is beyond the imagination of the outside world.

Qi Tingji reminded, "I was the one who proposed it. This 'shrine', which is not a Taoist temple but is better than a Taoist temple, was built by Chen Pingan. Of course, the first person who agreed to it without hesitation was Mr. Xiaomo."

If Xiaomo, who was called out at that time, kept silent and chose to ignore it, then Xie Gou would definitely follow suit and pretend that he heard nothing. Then the choice of Mi Yu, Jiang Shangzhen and other old people in the mountain would be obvious. Even if Qi Tingji was the first to send his name to Sanlai, Lu Zhi, who stood behind him, might not do the same with her usual character. Even if Gao Shuang and the others were nostalgic, and Mei Dandang was included, the chances would still be greatly reduced. It is estimated that Zhu Su should be very lucky to get 30% of the current best result.

Zhu Su nodded and said, "I know what's going on!"

Xie Gou admired in his heart: "Wow, it won't be long before you can no longer call me Sister Zhu Su, you have to call me Zhu Jianxian instead."

Mi Yu smiled and said, "Good things come in pairs. I am also lucky enough to be called 'Mi Jianxian' from now on. It finally doesn't sound like an insult anymore."

Qi Tingji smiled and said, "Golden elixir is in my hometown, Nascent Soul is on the battlefield, Jade is in the wilderness, and Immortal is in Haoran?"

Zhu Su said, “I hope so.”

Lu Zhi said: "Then ascend to the Five Colors?"

Chen Pingan said: "Ascending to Feisheng City is even more relevant."

Ning Yao smiled and said: "Looking forward to it."

Xie Gou said, "If that's true, then Zhu Jianxian's resume is a legend. Sister Zhu Su, if you are interested in publishing it, I can help you write a biography."

Xiao Mo nodded, "It is indeed worth a book."