Below the sea of ​​clouds, to the west of the Denglong Platform, and to the north of the ferry island, the entire Old Dragon City fell into a situation where the long river of time suddenly stagnated.
When Fan Junmao saw the snow-white figure like a rainbow falling to the ground, his face was filled with endless thoughts and remembrances. In the end, tears filled his eyes. He stood up, hesitated to speak, and said a time-honored "sit down".
The posture is to sit upright on the sea of ​​clouds. Confucian gentlemen in later generations pay attention to sitting upright like a corpse and sitting like a god. This is how it is.
Over at Chenchen Pharmacy, Pei Qian was holding a hiking stick and performing crazy sword skills in the alley outside the shop door. He was unaware of the strange phenomena in the world and the Zhao family's Yin Shen on the other side of the threshold had not moved at all.
There was a short, wealthy old man in the outer city. Just as he was about to step out, he frowned and retracted his foot. He did not move at all. He just rolled his eyes, thought for a moment, and then left his body to travel far away with a more subtle ghost.
Sneaky, yet like a fish in water.
Outside the east gate of Old Dragon City, the face of Yunlin Jiang's nun was flushed, and her natal flying sword buzzed and trembled in her acupoints, which allowed her to try her best to see some blurry images.
The ancestor of Zhongxing, surnamed Du of the Tongye Sect, squinted his eyes and looked at the hole in the city wall. The natal immortal soldier swallowed the sword boat and hovered quietly beside him.
In the "doorway" that was forcibly punched out of the city wall, a tall woman in white clothes with flowing sleeves sat on a pile of rubble. She moved gently and held a golden treasure in her arms that almost collapsed.
The young man was too seriously injured and had passed out. She lowered her head, stretched out a finger, and gently smoothed the young man's frown.
Not far away, stood an old Confucian scholar in a shabby blue shirt, raising his hand to wipe his forehead, "You are too reckless, making such a big noise. Do you know that in order to cover your whereabouts, I took the food.
I have used all my strength. If Master Suishan hadn't been so loyal and asked me to jump directly to the northern part of Aquarius Continent, you would have known it all over the world by now. How could Chen Ping'an still be able to practice with peace of mind?"
Seeing that the woman did not speak, the old scholar became more and more guilty. He sighed and did not look at the second person of the Xian family on the Tongyezhou territory. He came to the edge of the wall, holding back the anger in his heart and said, "Why, since you two like to see it so much?"
It’s so lively, why don’t you even dare to show your head?”
To the north, an ethereal figure appeared, vaguely visible. He was a middle-aged Confucian scholar. There was a golden jade pendant hanging around his waist, with the seal inscription "I am good at cultivating awe-inspiring Qi".
To the south, there is a Confucian scholar with the same erratic figure, but he looks a little more ancient. He also has a golden jade pendant hanging around his waist, and the seal text reads "De Dao Duo Zhu".
The middle-aged Confucian scholar bowed and said, "Greetings, sir."
The ancient Confucian scholar in the south actually saw the literary sage and old scholar, and was completely indifferent, without even moving his eyelids.
The old scholar took a deep breath, pointed at the ancestor of the resurgence of Tongye Sect, looked at the old Confucian scholar hanging on the jade pendant of "De Dao", and asked: "As a saint responsible for inspecting the north of Tongye Continent, if you talk about the ten realms
A Qi Practitioner of the Eleventh Level travels around the world. You can say that there are many things in the world. You can’t take care of the thousands of lights under your feet in the sky. With such a Qi Practitioner of the Ascension Realm, are you blind? A big light
The lantern is floating in front of your eyes, but you still can't see it?"
In ancient times, Confucian scholars were silent.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar sighed. He had actually been informed beforehand that Du Mao of the Tongye Sect would come down the mountain to visit the Old Dragon City of Aquarius Continent under his jurisdiction. This was one of the plans of the Northern Great Li Song family and was involved again.
Fuqi Sect, the inside story of the demon clan in Taipingshan chaos, so before Du Mao left the sect, he had filed a report with the ancient Confucian scholars, but something happened suddenly, and there was no time to ask for an ultimatum from the academy. So the middle-aged Confucian scholar
Turn one eye and close one eye.
The restraint on these Ascension Realm great monks is an iron law established by Li Sheng. Over the years, there has been no backlash. Some great monks even openly laughed at him. Mr. Li Sheng is really philanthropic. There are so many monsters in the world.
Instead of strangling them all, eradicating the roots, and leaving tigers to be troubled, they have strict rules for their own family. Every move that they can stretch out their arms and legs must be approved by the academy. Look at the Qingming world where the three Taoist lineages are seated, and the ascension realm.
If you like to stay in the White Jade City, you can stay there, and when you feel bored, you can travel around the world as much as you want. Why do you have to follow the rules even when you sneeze?
Tongye Zong Du Mao was a little impatient. He put one hand behind his back and scratched his head with the other. He looked up at the old scholar and asked, "Are you the Literary Sage?"
The old scholar actually put this person aside from the beginning to the end, and said to the two Confucian Confucian temples in the sky to worship the seventy-two sages, "You two are both Lao San's favorite disciples, and you are saints."
, Lao San should have taught you, and you should remember that compassion is something everyone has."
"Shame and shame are common to everyone!"
The former is said to the middle-aged Confucian scholar sitting in the southern part of Aquarius Continent.
The latter was said to the ancient Confucian scholar who allowed Du Mao to go down the mountain and cross the continent into Laolong City.
Scholars who can join the Confucian Temple and worship the most sage teachers are of course worthy of the name. They are more important than the so-called Confucian sages who are the head of Confucian academies. However, Confucian orthodoxy in the world still adheres to the saying of the seventy-two sages.
The old scholar continued: "Your husband even said that life is what I want; righteousness is also what I want. You cannot have both, and one who sacrifices life for righteousness is the one who is teaching now.
You guys should be human! Anyway, the third child can’t teach you well, so let a kid who doesn’t read much teach you.”
The ancient old man had a stern look on his face and said indifferently: "You are no longer in the Confucian Temple, and you no longer have the statue to worship with you. The academic lineage has been cut off. My husband should be respected as the Lesser Sage."
The old scholar was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "I didn't call him an old bastard, but I already gave him a lot of face! Who do you think you are?! You got in by relying on bullshit moral articles and useless bullshit knowledge."
We only eat cold pig head meat at the Confucian Temple."
The ancient old man's face was still expressionless, but the corners of his mouth moved slightly, as if he was sarcastic.
The old scholar patted his chest and said to himself: "We must convince others with reason and virtue."
The old scholar sighed, "You two know that I can't do anything to you now, so you are confident, right?"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his head and said: "I don't dare, and I don't want to do this."
The ancient Confucian scholar sneered: "Your knowledge is just a turd stick and a smelly fly, ruining the great cause of our Confucian tradition."
This ancient Confucian scholar, who was wearing a golden jade pendant with "De Dao Duo Zhu", did not retreat but took a step forward, "I said this in front of you, what can you do?"
The old scholar laughed angrily, "When I was at the height of my power, you studied so hard and studied books on my lineage of knowledge, and you forgot about it? If I remember correctly, you even went to ask Cui Chan for advice? What was the result?
Cui Zhang has never done many good things in his life. He has learned nothing from scolding you, only learned the sanctimoniousness of the third child. He also suggested that Confucianism should issue a title of 'hypocrite' in the future to keep pace with the gentleman. It really hit the nail on the head."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar had a wry smile on his face.
The Confucian scholars of ancient times had really good concentration. Even though they were so humiliated by the old scholar, they still looked calm.
The old scholar raised his head, looked up into the sky, and murmured: "A gentleman can be deceived. This is what you said yourself, Lao San. I know that you want to add another pair of shackles to the scholars, and you want to echo the Holy Spirit from afar."
The teacher's words, "Restraining oneself and restoring propriety is benevolence", but if you look at this world now, is it in line with your original intention? You don't need to look at other people, just look at your proud disciple. Because of this, Tangtang Liji
The disciples of the Academy's grand ceremony, the ceremonial sage, shamelessly asked Bai Ze to take action, but what did they say? "Look again", what are you looking at? I don't think you need to look at it, this world just can't do it.
It’s just that the rivers are declining and people’s hearts are not what they used to be! When we were discussing knowledge, what did we say? Even though we have different paths, we all thought that ‘people today are not necessarily inferior to the ancients’. It’s a joke, it’s a joke!”
The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at the ancient Confucian scholar to the south and chuckled: "Why don't you admit your mistake to your husband?"
Ancient Confucian scholars asked: "What is wrong?"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar pondered for a moment, "To cut off people's cultural heritage, one should only start with knowledge, and one should only start with the people's own choices, and one should not convince others with force. A Qi practitioner who has ascended to the realm, under the guise of
It is unreasonable and disrespectful to provoke the old divine monarch who is the acquiescence of the four saints and wantonly kill a young man who 'may be a disciple of Wen Sheng's sect'!"
The ancient Confucian scholar said calmly: "I am looking at the great achievements of the Qianqiu period, and the destiny of culture for thousands of years."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his head slightly and said nothing.
The old scholar sat down on the edge of the hole in the wall, "Whether the truth is spoken or not, who says it, others listen or not, some truths are always there, you don't understand."
Behind him, a cold voice said, "Have you finished speaking?"
The old scholar nodded, slumped his shoulders, folded his hands on his knees, and said a little discouraged, "It's over. After running so far, you have to cover up your energy all the way. Now you have said so much nonsense, and there is no point in it."
The energy is great. The most holy teacher, the Li Sheng, the third child, and I, I have so many good principles that I have worked so hard to figure out, I think I want to return them to this world intact."
The tall woman in white gently put Chen Pingan down, stood up, and walked slowly to the old scholar, "Then it's my turn to speak my mind. I made a deal in advance, if you dare to stop me, I'll take you with me..."
The old scholar shook his head and said: "If you don't stop me, it's because I, a bad old man, have no ability. That's why Xiao Qi died and Xiao Ping'an suffered like this. I'm sorry for these two disciples. Some people want to eat
Shit, I can’t even stop you, so why should I stop you from being reasonable?”
Du Mao, who had been standing there watching the show, laughed and said: "Why, he is also a reclusive swordsman? Immortal realm? It can't be the Ascension realm that escaped from the upside-down mountain, right?"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar had strange eyes and glanced at the ancient Confucian scholar to the south. The latter's expression was solemn and dignified. It was obvious that he was under greater pressure facing her than the old scholar who was once a literary sage.
The woman in white yawned, took a step forward, landed straight under the wall, and moved forward slowly.
Hanging from his waist was an old sword with no scabbard or hilt. It was stained with rust, except for a small section at the tip, which was polished to an extremely sharp edge.
The ancient scholar said solemnly: "If you dare to take action, you will break the rules of this world!"
The woman in white just walked forward slowly, reaching out and slapping her mouth, as if she had just woken up.
The old sword was not hung securely, so as she walked, the tip of the sword swayed slightly, and the white sword light flowed erratically.
Du Mao's mind was racing, and he hid his hands in his sleeves, trying to deduce the secrets of heaven. Suddenly he found that this world had been imprisoned, and he could no longer deduce the true origin of the tall woman in front of him.
As she was walking forward, she turned to the middle-aged Confucian scholar and said, "For the sake of your polite words, get out!"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar frowned slightly, but found that the old scholar was waving to him. After a slight hesitation, he dispersed and left the "little world", the mainstay of the long river of time.
She looked slightly south, squinted at the ancient Confucian scholar, and said, "Get out."
The old scholar has no more actions.
The ancient Confucian scholar asked: "Do you really want to compete with this great avenue in the world?"
The tall woman tilted her head, stretched out a finger, and gently pressed the top of the old sword, "It took a little sharpening, but it should be enough to split an upside-down mountain. Then I will open a door between the vast world and the wild world."
.”
The face of the ancient Confucian scholar changed drastically, "No!"
How could she be willing to deal with this guy?
Gently push the old sword bar.
To be continued...