"The Confucian Party's official seal!"

Seeing Yang Xian take out a large blue iron seal from his arms and cover it on the yellow silk, Li Qingnang's eyes showed a strange look of nostalgia, fear, yearning, and remembrance. He looked at the faint green seal in Yang Xian's hand and sighed slightly, "This is the main seal of the Confucian Sect!"

When the Confucian school had not split, all the Confucian schools, nine sects, thirteen sects and eighty-one sects were respected.

The Confucian Sect's Seal was also cast by the Confucian Sect's Seal under the witness of the hundreds of sect leaders at that time.

When this seal was cast, it was praised by the leaders of hundreds of schools and brought blood to it.

Since then, the Confucian Seal has the ability to command the world. However, when the Confucian Seal issuing an imperial edict, few schools of thought do not follow it.

Over thousands of years, generations of Confucian sect leaders have used this seal to summon sects from all over the world to eliminate evil, fight against the immortal Black Mountain, and kill the great demons outside the world. They are really a command, and the heroes are lying under their command.

It was not until Neo-Confucianism emerged and the Confucianism split that the Confucianism seal gradually became less visible.

Now that he saw the big seal in Yang Xian's hand, Li Qingnang and others felt awe and a pity, and said to himself: "Thousands of years ago, when this big seal was taken out, the nine heavens and ten earths would be shaken. However, now the Confucian Sect is declining, and the current sect leader is just a teenage child. I don't know what the reaction of the sects in the world under the decree today?"

Just after Yang Xian stamped the seal, all the ancient sects and sects whose heritage had not yet been cut off were shocked at the same time in the 19 states of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Suddenly burst into tears.

“Huh?”

In a big city, a middle-aged blacksmith had just sent off a guest in an old blacksmith shop. He was about to pour a bowl of wine to quench his thirst, but suddenly his body stiffened. Then he looked up at the ancestor tablet hanging in the hall.

"Buzz"

The ancestral tablets made of black iron in the hall kept trembling slightly. There was a small blank on the ancestral tablets. It was usually dark and nothing special, but at this time it was shining brightly. The word "author" continued to appear and it took a long time to rest.

"this……"

The middle-aged blacksmith was surprised and happy, "Is the world the command? Mr. Mei is not dead yet?"

He stretched out his hand to wave, and a sledgehammer that was more than ten feet away from the courtyard suddenly flew up and entered the lobby in an instant.

The middle-aged blacksmith reached out to copy the sledgehammer, and his face was filled with murderous aura, "Is Mr. Mei going to counterattack Neo-Confucianism?"

In another city, a fortune teller was walking along the street with a banner. The flagpole in his hand was two feet high, with a black letter on the white background and a four-character "Iron Mouth" written on it. The fortune teller was dressed in green cloth, wearing a soft hat and erect shoes, and had a very unique appearance.

The fortune teller was walking, and the flagpole in his hand suddenly shook, and the flag flag was automatically roaring without wind.

The fortune teller was startled and stopped suddenly. He looked at the flagpole in his hand in surprise. He saw that there were runes like a spirit snake on the flagpole and it was not moving up and down.

"The Confucian edict?"

The fortune teller exclaimed, "Mei Niansheng is not dead yet? What is he going to do?"

Because he was in the downtown area, he stopped on the streets so suddenly, which hindered the walking of the people behind him. A big man next to him cursed and said, "What are the ghost howling? A bad fortune teller, don't block the way!"

As he spoke, he reached out to push the fortune teller, intending to push his body away, but as soon as his palm stretched out, he pushed it away.

The fortune teller who was still in front of him just now suddenly disappeared.

The big man insulted was stunned, and it took a long time before the ghost howled, "Ghost!"

In this way, it is inevitable that the deep mountains will be deep.

Above a steep giant peak of the sky, a big sword inserted on the top of the mountain was shaking violently, and the sword body emitted an unparalleled sword energy, stirring the sky and tearing the white clouds apart.

An old man in white was shocked by the movements made by the great sword and brought three children to the front of the giant sword.

The giant sword is like a tombstone, and the sword body is as dark as ink. At this time, golden runes are flashing.

"The Confucian edict!"

The old man in white looked at the sword and murmured to himself, "Is the world the command? Mei Niansheng, aren't you dead yet?"

The old man in white has a slender figure, white beard and white eyebrows, a face that is not wavy, extremely cruel, and he looks like a sharp sword to open the sky.

At this time, he stood in front of the sword monument, and his sword intent surged out, and the sword energy was stirred up thousands of feet above his head, forming a chaos, and everything did not exist.

The old man in white stood quietly for a long time, motionless, and the three children beside him also stood quietly like sculptures, without any sound.

If the old man in white is a long sword, then the three children around him are three short swords, the same expressionless face, and the same cold as ice.

After standing for a long time, the old man turned around and looked at the three children beside him, "You three, pack up and prepare to go down the mountain to experience it!"

These three children had strange phenomena in their birth. They were young but had white hair and white eyebrows, but their eyes were light golden.

At this time, after listening to the instructions of the old man in white, the three children did not speak, turned around and walked towards the residence.

Watching the three boys gradually walking away, the old man in white murmured to himself, "Mei Niansheng, I am not as good as you, but your disciple may not be able to compare with my disciple!"

In the Western Regions, in the Immortal Heavenly Pass in the North, in the Endless Sea in the East, and in the Deep of the 100,000 Mountains in the Southern Desert.

On this day, both Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism and demons, soldiers, agricultural and music books, or the immortal tribes of the demon clan were alarmed by the seal.

On this day, countless sects in the world rang and drum beats frequently. Some were surprised, some were scared, and some were excited. Some were even cursed.

At this time, Yang Xian put away the seal and said to Li Qingnang: "Senior, please borrow the jade talisman."

Although he was still unkempt and barefoot at this time, his dignity was no less than Li Qingnang. Although he only spoke lightly, his majesty was difficult to develop a disobedience under his deep majesty.

Li Qingnang looked at Shi Duxiu next to him, sighed slightly in his heart, stretched out his hand and took a wooden box next to him into his hand, handed it to Yang Xian, and smiled and said, "You are just taking it if you want it."

Yang Xian didn't say much, took the box and patted it gently. With a "bang", the copper lock on the wooden box lid was shaken away by his internal force. The box lid bounced open, revealing the jade talismans the size of fingernails inside.

"In this way, I'm so ugly!"

Yang Xian reached out and took a slap on the box again. With a "slam", hundreds of jade talismans in the box flew out at the same time, emitting bright green light, floating and sinking in the air.

“Duh!”

Yang Xian shouted softly, his sleeves suddenly blew, and the jade talisman passed through the yellow silk that had just been written like a bunch of fish, flying out of the window.

Just as these jade talismans passed by the yellow silk, the yellow silk suddenly shone brightly, and all the handwriting on the yellow silk was reflected in the jade talisman.

These jade talismans flew to the high altitude outside the window and did not fall. They seemed to be a group of birds waiting for Yang Xian's orders.

Yang Xian took a deep breath, and his long hair was like a blowing wind, making a slap sound.

He stretched out his finger and pointed at a jade talisman outside the window, "Du!"

The jade talisman he pointed at was suddenly shocked, and a light sound was made, turning into a blue light in the air, disappearing from the sky in a blink of an eye.

“Duh!”

“Duh!”

“Duh!”

Yang Xian kept shouting lightly, his fingers kept shouting. Every time he let out a light, a jade talisman flew away and turned into light and flew away.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of jade talismans had all flew out of the air and disappeared without a trace.

Yang Xian's face was pale, his body was shaking, and a white smoke above his head was like a pillar, stretching and retracting.

He took a deep breath, his face quickly recovered as usual, and he smiled at Li Qingnang, "I am not sure of my orders, so I am laughing at you."

Li Qingnang was originally shocked when he saw his orders and was shaking, but he was afraid that his spirit would be consumed too much and his body could not bear it. However, when he saw that he just sucked into his abdomen in one breath, he recovered. He was so surprised that he heard this: "How can I be qualified to laugh at you?"

He stared at him and said, "Who in the world dares to laugh at you?"

Chapter 59: Issuing an order

"The Confucian Party's official seal!"

Seeing Yang Xian take out a large blue iron seal from his arms and cover it on the yellow silk, Li Qingnang's eyes showed a strange look of nostalgia, fear, yearning, and remembrance. He looked at the faint green seal in Yang Xian's hand and sighed slightly, "This is the main seal of the Confucian Sect!"

When the Confucian school had not split, all the Confucian schools, nine sects, thirteen sects and eighty-one sects were respected.

The Confucian Sect's Seal was also cast by the Confucian Sect's Seal under the witness of the hundreds of sect leaders at that time.

When this seal was cast, it was praised by the leaders of hundreds of schools and brought blood to it.

Since then, the Confucian Seal has the ability to command the world. However, when the Confucian Seal issuing an imperial edict, few schools of thought do not follow it.

Over thousands of years, generations of Confucian sect leaders have used this seal to summon sects from all over the world to eliminate evil, fight against the immortal Black Mountain, and kill the great demons outside the world. They are really a command, and the heroes are lying under their command.

It was not until Neo-Confucianism emerged and the Confucianism split that the Confucianism seal gradually became less visible.

Now that he saw the big seal in Yang Xian's hand, Li Qingnang and others felt awe and a pity, and said to himself: "Thousands of years ago, when this big seal was taken out, the nine heavens and ten earths would be shaken. However, now the Confucian Sect is declining, and the current sect leader is just a teenage child. I don't know what the reaction of the sects in the world under the decree today?"

Just after Yang Xian stamped the seal, all the ancient sects and sects whose heritage had not yet been cut off were shocked at the same time in the 19 states of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Suddenly burst into tears.

“Huh?”

In a big city, a middle-aged blacksmith had just sent off a guest in an old blacksmith shop. He was about to pour a bowl of wine to quench his thirst, but suddenly his body stiffened. Then he looked up at the ancestor tablet hanging in the hall.

"Buzz"

The ancestral tablets made of black iron in the hall kept trembling slightly. There was a small blank on the ancestral tablets. It was usually dark and nothing special, but at this time it was shining brightly. The word "author" continued to appear and it took a long time to rest.

"this……"

The middle-aged blacksmith was surprised and happy, "Is the world the command? Mr. Mei is not dead yet?"

He stretched out his hand to wave, and a sledgehammer that was more than ten feet away from the courtyard suddenly flew up and entered the lobby in an instant.

The middle-aged blacksmith reached out to copy the sledgehammer, and his face was filled with murderous aura, "Is Mr. Mei going to counterattack Neo-Confucianism?"

In another city, a fortune teller was walking along the street with a banner. The flagpole in his hand was two feet high, with a black letter on the white background and a four-character "Iron Mouth" written on it. The fortune teller was dressed in green cloth, wearing a soft hat and erect shoes, and had a very unique appearance.
To be continued...