(There is another chapter tonight.)
Zhou Ju, the sage from the academy, walked out of the lobby of the villa, and the Sword Master of Shushui Kingdom walked into the lobby. This move slightly made up for the momentum of the villa falling to the bottom. After all, Guanhu Academy is far away in the horizon, and a sage left just as soon as he left.
What's more, there is no prosecution of Jianshui Villa for raising troops, which means that Zhuangzi's century-old operation will not hurt his muscles and bones, and Song Yuhuo is still in the rivers and lakes of Shushui Kingdom, even if he does not draw a sword or is not in the Villa, as long as he is still there
Traveling to some corner of the world of more than ten countries, the leader of the martial arts alliance in Song Fengshan can sit peacefully.
But in an instant, Song Yushao suddenly turned his head and looked around. He took a few steps and blocked Chen Pingan behind him intentionally or unintentionally. Then he strode straight out of the threshold, straightened his clothes, and the old man bent down and faced Zhou Ju.
He raised his hands and fists in the air.
It was only then that everyone in the lobby was shocked to discover that in the sky outside the gate, ripples appeared, and an old man in Confucian robes who was three feet tall appeared, with an ethereal figure and an air of immortality.
The saint arrived and visited the villa in person.
Brilliant, majestic, and far-reaching.
Before Song Yushao noticed the mystery, Zhou Ju quickly looked away from the young man carrying the sword, shook his sleeves, removed the spell restrictions on the Academy Peace Jade Tablet, peeled off the cocoon, and revealed his true appearance, with the seal engraved with "Control Wrath"
The jade pendant with the word "" was quietly pinned to the waist again. When Song Yushao was making a grand ceremony, almost at the same time, he bowed his head and said, "Student pays homage to Mr."
The old man was like a tall statue enshrined in the Chaoye temple. He looked down at his disciple Zhou Ju, without showing any emotion or anger, and said slowly: "I will leave the matter of Han Yuanshan, a Confucian scholar from Shushui State, to practice demonic skills. I will leave it to others to handle."
, you return to the academy immediately."
Zhou Ju sighed, straightened up and said helplessly: "Sir, can't we discuss it?"
The sage from the academy said straightforwardly: "No."
Zhou Ju said with a sad face: "It's bitter."
The saint looked at the old swordsman of Shushui Kingdom on the other side of the threshold. After returning the salute with his fists clasped, he put his hands behind his back and smiled and said: "Zhuang Master Song is about to break through. I am very happy to congratulate you. I heard that every time Zhuang Zhuang traveled around the world, he would visit various Confucian temples to offer incense.
, this can be used as a lesson. If you have free time, Master Song Zhuang can come to our academy to practice for a period of time after breaking through the realm to stabilize the golden body realm."
Song Yushao became more and more convinced, and never removed the gesture of cupping his hands and fists, "Thank you in advance for the saint's grace."
Although I don’t know what kind of Confucian magical power the mountain chief of Guanhu Academy used, he was able to travel from the academy to Shushui Kingdom so quickly. The thousands of miles of mountains and rivers seemed to be just a few steps away from the feet of the sage from the academy.
The Confucian saint who was in charge of Guanhu Academy smiled, because he was currently tall and hovering in the air. The Jianghu people of Shushui Kingdom within the threshold could almost be seen at a glance. The elegant old man took a deep look at Song Yu.
After the burning, the young man with the sword on his back flashed a complex and profound look in his eyes, which seemed to contain both appreciation and recognition, regret, and a bit of nostalgia. In the end, the old man did not say anything, looked away, and reminded Zhou Ju again: "No.
I deliberately delayed my trip and returned to the academy as soon as possible. I have another important task entrusted to you."
Zhou Ju's eyes lit up, "Is it something happening in the north?"
The Confucian sage turned a deaf ear to the unintentional revelation of secrets by this closed disciple, and did not want to say anything to outsiders in the academy. He just smiled at the wealthy people in the hall and said: "The road leads to the same goal through different paths, and martial arts is equally valuable in cultivating the heart.
You can gain a thorough understanding of the wonders of heaven and nourish the foundation of martial arts. I hope that all of you here will not forget your chivalrous heart. I, Guanhu Academy, am also willing to open the door to you, so that you can self-examine and understand the Tao, and devote your mind to knowledge."
The sage's words of advice are like spring breeze turning into rain, but they stop at the same time, making people feel an indescribable feeling.
Everyone in the lobby was immediately impressed by him. This is the true demeanor of a saint and the high demeanor of the academy. So the two heroes of Shushui Kingdom, black and white, who had already stood up, bowed in unison. Compared with Zhou Ju's previous status in the academy, they were shocked.
This time when I bow, I should be more sincere and sincere, admiring the extraordinary.
The figure of the headmaster of Guanhu Academy disappeared in the air, followed by waves of golden light ripples.
Before leaving, the saint took another look at the young man carrying the sword with his heart and soul, and was filled with emotion. Qi Jingchun on the cliff really chose this young man from Da Li, who was currently on the threshold of the fourth realm of martial arts, to be the protector of those direct disciples.
Except for a few people in Guanhu Academy, no one knew about this matter. The saint also saw it with his own eyes at this moment, and then followed the clues to deduce some scenery far away on the road.
At the same time, the sage warned Zhou Ju in his heart: "Juran, no matter what you see in the young man, don't speak rashly or act rashly. Remember to be careful with your words and actions!"
Zhou Ju replied with a smile from his heart: "Sir, when you see a wise man, you always think of him. How can I, my disciple, not know this?"
After the saint had gone, Zhou Ju found that the jade pendant around his waist had disappeared. It turned out that it had been taken away by his husband.
Zhou Ju no longer looked back at the lobby, he just sighed.
It wasn't until he walked out of the gate of Jianshui Villa that he looked back and said with a smile: "It's an eye-opener."
Although he, Zhou Ju, or Zhou Juran, is only a sage from Guanhu Academy now, even a great gentleman from Aquarius Continent like Cui Minghuang does not dare to underestimate Zhou Ju at all. It is not just Zhou Ju’s Confucian cultivation.
, should not be underestimated, and it is not just the experience of a sage becoming a gentleman and then being beaten back to a sage, but Zhou Ju can see certain scenes that even his sage gentleman cannot see. Regarding this extraordinary talent,
The sages of the Academy have personally told the mountain chief of Guanhu Academy to carefully protect Zhou Ju and never let him go astray.
In Zhou Ju's eyes, the world's people are truly "all living beings with various forms". All practitioners, especially Confucian disciples, will materialize some spiritual energy with special meanings into some strange scenes, most of which are a person.
A little person the size of a grain of rice, the size of a fingernail, stays on the body of the person in front of Zhou Ju, or in the Qi Mansion.
For example, a seemingly energetic sage from the academy, but his little man is staggering, as if he is climbing a mountain with a heavy load and is sweating profusely.
A master who was known for his old-fashioned and rigorous academics, but there was a flying woman wearing heavy makeup near his head, and he couldn't leave.
There is a lifeless and sullen academy student, but in his heart there is a little man with a big beard and a swordsman, traveling boldly among the qi palaces.
The sage who Zhou Ju once beat up was full of benevolence, righteousness and morality. He was always famous in the academy for his rigorous style and brilliant writing. However, Zhou Ju could see that the pages of that sage's book were full of colorful butterflies and bees.
Lingering, full of powdery air, and a sharp flying sword covered in honey, flying around randomly.
Zhou Ju couldn't stand this kind of person, but he just abided by his teacher's instructions and endured it again and again, until one day, after this person was stripped of his title as one of the seventy-two academies in Shanya Academy, there were rumors that Qi Jingchun had died, and Shanya
The academy even moved from Da Li to Sui Dynasty, and its doors were desolate, and the incense of that cultural context was almost withered. The sage openly added insult to injury and criticized Qi Jingchun's knowledge of the world, using this as a means to gain fame and reputation, hoping that
Taking this opportunity to win the favor of some old masters, Zhou Ju succeeded in becoming a gentleman. Zhou Ju's opinion of that hostile cultural background cannot be said to be like or dislike, but for this wise man who talks sweetly and has a sword, the key is that this person also used the purpose of his husband's article as a pretense.
It was really annoying to criticize Shanya Academy. In the end, Zhou Ju took action and beat the person. The beating made the guy unable to go out for half a year.
Cui Minghuang is a picture of mountains, rivers, and the country. It is vast, but it is full of smoke and fragments. There is absolutely no small person in this human mind.
And the chief gentleman of Aquarius Continent, who was elegant and well-known throughout the continent, turned out to be a simple old farmer who guarded the crops and worked diligently.
Zhou Ju has possessed this strange and unknown magical power since he was a child. He has a photographic memory and a spring of literary thoughts. At the age of nine, he secretly entered the academy and studied the teachings of saints with his husband. He became a sage at the age of fourteen. After that, he still stayed in a building built by his husband.
He lives in seclusion in the school house and only interacts with his senior brothers and sisters all year round. After becoming a gentleman at the age of twenty, after appraising a ritual vessel in the Confucian Temple, Zhou Ju soon discovered signs of being a "gentleman" and is expected to catch up with the two Aquarius Islands.
The great gentleman.
Zhou Ju walked on the road from Jianshui Villa to the town and sighed, "I feel a little ashamed of myself."
Walking on the empty and wide road, a figure appeared out of thin air beside the sage Zhou Ju and asked softly: "Ju Ran, what strange sight did you see?"
Zhou Ju said with a smile: "My good sir, can you stop scaring your disciples like this? If you frighten such a good seedling, please just cry."
The ethereal figure of the Academy Chief walked side by side with Zhou Ju.
Zhou Ju smiled and said: "Sir, I don't want to talk to you this time. I'm so jealous of you."
The old man in a scholar's shirt laughed loudly, "That's fine, just wait until you go back to the academy to eat."
Only then did the saint really leave.
Zhou Ju was walking alone on the road in a foreign land, wondering and shaking his head.
There is a golden gallbladder that is clearly a gift from others, but it is compatible with the spirit and soul without any rejection. Therefore, the young boy has a Confucian air and a hint of a gentleman.
As the young man walked, there was a breeze on his sleeves, and his shoulders seemed to be carrying sunny flowers and trees. The grass grew and warblers flew, making it even more beautiful.
There is a little man sitting, burping wine, swinging a vermilion wine gourd, there is a little man in straw sandals setting up stakes by the water, walking across the mountain...
There is a little book-turner with a hairpin in his bun. He lowers his head to read a book and browses an article. It seems that there are obstacles everywhere, so he frowns and scratches his head, feeling worried.
There is also a little man counting money, sitting cross-legged, smiling happily, picking up a coin from time to time, putting it in his mouth to bite, or wiping his meal with his sleeve.
A little man, full of jewels and jewels, running around, handing out one thing here, offering another thing there with both hands, as if he is constantly giving away his beloved things to others...
Although he has so many fantastic thoughts and deep-rooted obsessions, he still has a clear mind. How could there be such a strange young man in the world?
Zhou Ju suppressed his smile and sighed. He said that he admires all the virtuous people, but he didn't want to be that kind of young man at all, because being such a person should be quite tiring.
But if you can become close friends with this kind of person, it should be pretty good.
Zhou Ju was thinking about one thing, and suddenly he rose up from the ground, high into the sky, and traveled far away in the wind. At his feet were the mountains and rivers of Shushui Kingdom. Between the clouds and the sea, the undulating mountains could be faintly seen. Zhou Ju said to himself:
"I have met the Taoist Heavenly Lord of Ju Luzhou this time. How about I follow that person's suggestion, choose a larger blessed place, and go down there to experience the scenery of other places as a banished immortal? Otherwise, it would be better for me to be in such a state that I can't move.
It’s been years since I squatted in a latrine and couldn’t poop, and there was no movement at all.”
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Of course, Chen Ping'an didn't know that the sage Zhou Ju had magical powers and had already seen so many of his secrets.
The visit of the saint from Guanhu Academy may be a once-in-a-century spectacle for people in the Shushui Kingdom, but for Chen Pingan, it is actually not that shocking, whether it is in his hometown of Lizhu Cave, or later.
When he went to the Sui Dynasty, Chen Pingan had seen too many incredible things. Even in the painting of mountains and rivers by the literary sage and old scholar, Chen Pingan had seen the great god Suishan from the Middle Earth Divine Continent. He even
To be continued...