Sword comes

p>This cliff is engraved with the top of the mountain where the emperor ordered the dragon. At this time, there are three people standing, and the woman who is skilled in swordsmanship.

Among them, Cui Minghuang from Guanhu Academy, who has the lowest level of cultivation, is the most troublesome. In other places, he, Mr. Cui, should be a first-class god.It's a pity that here tonight, Cui Minghuang has become 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 had returned to the world from the galaxy in the sky by boat. The old man's disguised identity was Huang Tingguo's former servant, but in fact he was a frightening old man.

At this moment, the old man was much calmer than Cui Minghuang. He twisted his beard with one hand, watched the sword-qi cage with great interest, and murmured to himself in amazement.

Cui Minghuang's trip is to go south quietly under the order of the national teacher. He wants to discuss secret matters with the dormant old jiao here. The Dali national teacher wants this old man, who has temporarily incarnated as the former servant of the Huangting Kingdom's household department, to be the head of the building in Piyun Mountain. The first mountain master of the new academy, and he, Cui Minghuang, will still be the previously agreed vice-mountain master. Together with a prestigious Dali Literary Sect Master, the three of them will be in charge of the new academy that fills the vacancy of the cliff academy. , I believe that with the ambition and courage of Emperor Dali, the new academy on Piyun Mountain, which has not yet been named, will definitely be larger and more elegant than Qi Jingchun's cliff academy.

As for the position of the new Academy Mountain Master who had originally agreed to Guanhu Academy, it is said that Emperor Dali made other compensation in private.

Before Cui Minghuang received the secret letter from the national teacher Cui Chen, he didn't know that there was such a big dragon hidden in the little Huang Tingguo, a small pond. Realm cultivation base, the combat power will never lose to the eleventh realm Qi trainer.

The secret letter of the national teacher Cui Chan revealed that since the shocking battle of killing the dragon, the ancient Shu Kingdom, which is famous for its many dragons, has blood flowing for thousands of miles in the mountains and rivers, and the stumps of dragons are everywhere. The broken skeleton is too horrible to look at.

Afterwards, in the long years, this extremely aged old jiao was very well concealed, and kept changing his appearance. He was a general, a minister, a trafficker, a soldier, and a heroic general.

The old Jiao is not interested in reproduction, and he has very few offspring. The surrounding landscape of Huang Tingguo is just one daughter and two sons. Among them, the youngest son is the God of Cold Food River in Dashui Mansion, and the eldest daughter is Ziyang, where Liu Jiahui lives in the Qiulu Inn. The founder of the Ziyang Mansion, but her true identity has been kept secret from the outside world. Even her first-generation disciples of Ziyang Mansion, few people know about it. Now with the death of those Ziyang Mansion ancestors, the truth long gone.As for Lao Jiao's eldest son, he has a pure temperament, different from other Jiao species, and he likes to travel around since he was a child, but now there is no news from him, and it is hard to say whether he is still in Aquarius Continent.

The poor old scholar with a bag on his back just came to the top of the mountain here from the seashore with the magical power of Taoism, and he never expected to be blocked by people. The key is that the trouble is really big, which makes the old scholar even more sad , because the sword qi wall that soared into the sky blocked the heaven and earth qi, even the old man could not sense the outside for the time being.

The old scholar rubbed his chin, "I'm a good boy, the mothers-in-law and aunts outside are so powerful now."

The old man sighed, raised his arm, bent his fingers and knocked on the void, and said softly: "Be sure."

The world was instantly silent, there was no sound of the river rushing, and there was no slight smashing sound of the mountain wind hitting the sword wall.

Within these ten miles of mountains and rivers, time will no longer pass by.

Confucian saint atmosphere, mighty.

Cui Minghuang changed from fear to ecstasy, and began to recite the saint's teachings aloud in his heart, so as to increase his aura of awe.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime encounter for a Confucian gentleman who aspires to become a saint.

At this moment, even the well-informed old Jiao was shocked, subconsciously took a few steps back, and distanced himself from that unattractive old scholar. A humble attitude.

In ancient times, before slaying the dragon, when Laojiao 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 most holy teacher had made an unwritten rule with the dragon king of the four directions , Jiaolong is on the shore and land. If you need to meet a sage, you will avoid it, and if you meet a sage, you will dive.

Once there was a Huze Dalong who was second only to the Sifang Dragon King. He thought he was in the middle of the big lake, and in front of the saints who visited the shore, he made waves and deliberately raised the waves to the sky higher than the city and fertile fields on the shore, intimidating The common people along the coast are provoking 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?

At that time, Lao Jiao, who was still young at the time, just felt that this move was very pleasing to the hearts of the people, but in the end, he heard the elders feel sorry for the tragedy behind, and the Confucian sage stretched out a finger and said something similar to the old scholar tonight. According to the imperial edict, with the great supernatural power of pointing the mountains and rivers to calm the storm, the real dragon was fixed in the air, and the lake was retreated for dozens of miles, so the real dragon was equivalent to going ashore without authorization, and it would not dive when it met a saint. Skinned and cramped, suppressed under a lake rock as big as a mountain at the bottom of the water, and punished to lie dormant for a thousand years and not be able to reappear.

At that time, the elders earnestly told the younger generation that the tempers of those Confucian sages, especially those with altars and gods in Confucian temples, were actually not very good tempered, otherwise why would there be such a saying that "the morals are safe"

At that time, Lao Jiao asked suspiciously, didn't the behavior of Confucian sages not obey the rules?

The elder replied angrily, idiot, you forgot who made the rules by himself

At this moment, the old Jiao on the top of the cliff remembered some old events, he was a little sentimental, and murmured: "Dragon Jiao and his ilk, who do justice for the sky, travel clouds and rain, are invaluable, they can almost be regarded as listening to the tune and not listening to the announcement." The separatism of the feudal town has finally reduced to this point, and the species is almost extinct. I can’t blame the saints.

The old scholar snorted, turned his head to look at the old Jiao who looked like a rare scribe, nodded with a smile and said: "Knowing mistakes can be corrected, there is nothing good about it. No wonder the last time I passed by this place and saw the beautiful scenery, I still felt that something was missing. It's because of you. Well, there is another gentleman, gentleman, Xiao Qi was fine back then, it was a fate to meet you, but it's a pity that I can't take care of you for the time being, go."

The old scholar muttered to himself, and then gently wiped his fingers outward.

Lao Jiao and Cui Minghuang were forcibly moved out of the top of the cliff.

One person and one flood landed on the distant river, each opened their palms and looked down, then clenched their palms almost at the same time, hiding the golden words on their palms, of course they didn't want to make it public.

The old scholar in the sword formation on the cliff looked around and said with a big laugh: "Hiding and hiding, you can't be regarded as a hero."

The old scholar quickly realized that what he said was unreasonable, he murmured, he didn't know how to rescue himself for a while.

On the other side of the cliff facing the water, a tall woman in white clothes appeared, holding a big lotus leaf in her hand, which can be regarded as a lotus umbrella, but the handles of the lotus leaves are all snow white, which complements the white clothes and white shoes , spotless.

After the old scholar saw the lotus leaf, he frowned and quickly began to calculate in his mind. Finally, he looked sad and sighed. He looked up at the sky, unwilling to look away for a long time, and murmured: "The last trip is to go there. Ah, I think of that young man who was full of vigor back then, who kept saying that a gentleman walks straight, he would rather bend than bend, and burn jade and stone together, and it will be hard for you in the end."

The old scholar looked at the tall woman in white, "It would not be a good thing for Chen Pingan to kill the young Cui Chan."

She smiled and said: "That's it, but I don't care. You can talk about it after you have the ability to go out of the sword formation. It's useless to tell me about the reasoning. You can tell my little Ping'an, it may be of some use."

She paused and said with a sneer: "But the premise is that you have to go out first. Those two guys can be sent out smoothly by you, it's just because I'm too lazy to stop."

The old scholar said helplessly: "When I was alive, I was not good at fighting, and now it is even more useless. Why do you have to force others? Besides, Chen Pingan and the young Cui Chan, now one is my half-disciple and the other is half-disciple. , Who do you think I will help more? I went there this trip, although it is to help Cui Chen survive, but in the final analysis, it is not for the good of Chen Pingan."

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, make an exception for me. I am a teacher. If you don't listen to the reason, I will have no use for my skills, and you are the four worlds. One of the few swords of the few people who are most good at fighting, the sword is not all right, forget it, don’t get entangled in this title, anyway, it’s very unfair to me.”

The tall woman held a strange big umbrella, her face was indifferent, "Let's break the formation."

The old man had no choice but to ask cautiously, "Do you know who I am?"

The corner of the woman's mouth turned up, "I know, Wen Sheng."

The old man was stunned, thinking that Ganqing knew his details, and it was a bit too much for him to lose face like this.

Now this mighty world is the holiest, holy, and sub-holy.

They 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 most center of the Confucian Temple.

Next is the second-generation leader of Confucianism, Li Sheng, who is on the left and right of the statues, and Ya Sheng, who is the continuation of the entire Confucian context.

The former received the most praise and awards from the most holy teachers, and was regarded by Confucianism as a model of morality and a teacher of etiquette, and formulated the most rigorous and complicated set of rules of Confucianism.The latter recognized the depth and breadth of his knowledge, and was closest to the most holy teacher, and he was so unique that Confucianism could truly become the only "imperial teacher learning" in the world.

Next, Wen Sheng is the Confucian saint who ranks the fourth highest in the Confucian Temple.

Of course, this is an old story, and now this position has been vacant for a long time, because the statue has been lowered again and again, and finally the Confucian Temple couldn't stay any longer, and was moved out. That's all, in the end, even the statue of the god was not preserved, and a group of Confucian disciples who were extremely stubborn and regarded themselves as defenders smashed the statue of the god, which was so miserable that it needed to be placed under the fence, and then walked away.

The old scholar stretched his hand around behind him, patted the luggage, and the luggage disappeared.

The old scholar asked patiently again: "Otherwise, if we have something to say, can we talk it out?"

The woman thought for a while, nodded and said: "Then I will be more polite."

The old scholar nodded happily, and said with a smile: "It's the best."

In an instant, the sword energy of that sword formation became stronger and more majestic, and that unrivaled sword power seemed to have the sign of splitting the avenue of heaven and earth.

According to legend, there were many sword celestial beings in ancient times, and heroes emerged in large numbers. They dared not bow their heads to the patriarchs of the three religions, and recklessly traversed the world.

The woman twitched the corners of her mouth, "Wouldn't you be more polite, Wen Sheng Pozhen, please?"

End of this chapter