When Yang Ming learned that the person who saved his life was actually a former holy boy who took the imperial examination this year, he was in a daze for a moment.
Although his strength is not particularly outstanding, he is still in the seventh-level martial arts realm. After embarking on the journey of cultivation, he also has an understanding of Confucianism, which is the leader of all major cultivation systems in the world.
He was born as a child before the saint, and recited the poems of Zhouzhou twice in three days. It can be said that he has the appearance of a saint!
Therefore, he did not dare to underestimate this savior of Tong Shengwen.
Li Hongying on the side saw that his mood had stabilized slightly, and when someone else mentioned the other person's name, he directly asked what he was most concerned about: "Yang Ming, you'd better tell me how you got such a serious injury and fell here. What's wrong with you?"
Where did you meet the monster?"
Others are also very concerned about this matter. After being defeated by the Confucian sage Confucius, the barbarian alien races and ancient gods and demons have been dormant outside the territory of the human race.
Occasionally, some monsters would lurk into the human city, but they would not hurt anyone or expose themselves unless necessary.
Why this time?
When Yang Ming heard this, he also recalled what he had encountered before.
He didn't intend to hide it, and said it in public: "There is a big demon near the Leifeng Pagoda in West Lake who is trying to open the seal and release the things inside!!"
"Big demon!" Everyone was shocked.
From the lineage of the demon clan, the great demon is equivalent to a sixth-grade cultivator of the human race!
"How come there are big monsters breaking into the West Lake? Did they avoid the aura detection of the Yangzhou City Literature Academy?"
"The Confucian lineage has been the main force fighting against the demons and barbarians and ancient gods and demons for thousands of years. Confucian methods have not changed much over the thousands of years. It is not surprising that the demons and barbarians have found some ways to avoid Confucian detection."
"Doesn't that mean we don't know how many great monsters have sneaked into the West Lake?"
Everyone suddenly felt a sense of anxiety, because no one knew whether there was a powerful demon lurking in the human city.
"It is rumored that there is a demon emperor sealed under the Leifeng Pagoda in West Lake. I couldn't kill it back then, so I wanted to use the Leifeng Pagoda to slowly destroy it. Is it possible that after so many years, that demon emperor is still not dead?" Huajianwu
Growing up in Qixiufang, she was naturally familiar with some of the surrounding rumors, but now she also had some questions.
After all, although the third-grade demon emperor is strong, he is suppressed and sealed by Leifeng Pagoda, and his lifespan is limited. Logically speaking, he should have been wiped out long ago.
Li Xingyun frowned, feeling that a crisis might be on the horizon.
As far as the long-standing hatred between Confucianism and demonic barbarians is concerned, once his identity as a former saint is released, he will definitely be assassinated.
It's not that he thinks highly of himself, but he doesn't dare to underestimate the hostility of the demon barbarian towards the Confucian sage Tong Sheng.
"Tell me carefully." Li Xingyun continued to ask for details.
Yang Ming nodded and said eloquently: "This morning, as usual, I like to go to the outskirts of the secret realms by the West Lake to practice. But when I was approaching the outskirts of the secret realm of Leifeng Pagoda, I noticed something strange in Leifeng Pagoda.
, I thought it would be better to come back and inform the major forces in Yangzhou City about such a big thing, and send people to investigate. But I never thought that an injured big demon suddenly rushed towards me. I was defeated by that big demon and was beaten.
I was seriously injured and tried my best to escape. The big demon seemed to be seriously injured and did not chase me. Later, I struggled to reach Yangzhou City with my sword and wanted to go directly to the Academy of Literature to seek help from Confucianism, but I couldn't hold on anymore and fell here.
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Listening to Yang Ming explain the entire process in a few sentences, it seems simple, but the dangers can be imagined.
The sixth-level demon is physically much stronger than a martial artist of the same level. Yang Ming, a seventh-level god-refining realm martial artist, could escape from the opponent's hands. You can imagine how seriously injured the demon was.
Even if the sixth-grade demon is willing to risk serious injury and death, he still breaks into the vicinity of Leifeng Pagoda. The reason why this is intriguing.
"This matter is of great importance, so it would be better to inform the Academy of Literature, the Imperial Court, and various political forces first. After all, the West Lake is vast and boundless, and Leifeng Pagoda is just a sealed place in the middle of the lake. If it is not protected, there will be other troubles." Others reminded.
Hearing this, Huajianwu also walked up to Li Xingyun and said in a cool voice: "Master Li, you are a former holy boy and the original author of Shuangmingzhou's poems. I think it would be most appropriate for you to go to Yangzhou City Literary Academy to explain this matter.
I will return to Qixiufang and convey the news to various forces and seek their help."
"Okay." Li Xingyun didn't have anything to do with it. He just sent a message. If he settled things in West Lake as soon as possible, he would at least be somewhat safer, right?
"Then Yang Ming would like to thank these two for caring about the safety of the people!" When Yang Ming saw that two people with much higher reputations than himself took over the job, a big stone fell in his heart.
"Have a good rest."
"Goodbye Mr. Li!" Hua Jianwu said goodbye to Li Xingyun.
"Goodbye."
Li Xingyun didn't waste any time and called Li Hongying on the side: "Let's go to the liberal arts college."
"Is it okay if I don't go?" Li Hongying felt dizzy when she thought about listening to the annoying sounds of scholars reading as if they were chanting sutras all day long in the past few days.
Li Xingyun looked at her distressed look and explained helplessly: "The Liberal Arts College is not an academy. The Liberal Arts College only manages the scheduling of local Confucian students, and is not responsible for teaching. There is no sound of reading aloud."
"Hey, I got scared a few days ago and forgot about it for a while." Li Hongying tilted her head half way, blinked her eyes, and said with a sweet tongue.
"Let's go!"
When other people saw that Tong Sheng and Hua Xiu were leaving, they had no reason to watch and left one after another.
But the news about the demon appearing in the West Lake naturally spread widely from their mouths.
Li Xingyun and Li Hongying walked along a main street in Yangzhou City and came to the foot of a sacred mountain.
Literary courtyards or holy courtyards in almost every place like to be built on mountains. After all, they are a symbol of Confucian status and dignity.
Climbing the holy mountain, the gate of the Literary Academy is right in front of you.
Since the Spring Imperial Examination and results release time had ended long ago, as long as there was no big movement among the Confucianists, the place seemed a bit quiet and deserted.
The chirping of insects and birds sounded among the tall forest trees that constantly breathed out fresh air.
"Li Xingyun, a young boy, I have something to ask you to see Mr. Yangzhou Chengyuan!!!" Li Xingyun, who was standing at the door of the liberal arts college, shouted with all his strength.
In just a few blinks of an eye, a middle-aged man wearing a Confucian shirt came walking in the Green Lotus Steps.
Rise to the top...the means of a fourth-grade Confucian scholar!!
This means that Confucianism is so powerful that every local liberal arts academy can send a fourth-grade bachelor to take charge.
In other cultivation systems, fourth-level cultivators would not be so common.
"What did you say your name was?" Yangzhou Chengyuan Lord took three steps and came to Li Xingyun, pacing back and forth and looking at him and asked.
"He said his name is Li Xingyun, but you are still a fourth-grade Confucian scholar, and your hearing is not as good as a seventh-grade martial artist." Li Hongying glanced at him happily.
The court master didn't take Li Hongying's teasing to heart. He just brushed his beard and smiled and said: "Little girl, I can certainly hear you, but I didn't expect that the holy child who had alarmed the saint would actually appear in front of me."