Because the changes in the world caused by the banning formation were so great, it attracted many people nearby to stop and watch.
They were curious and a little scared.
After all, this kind of formation rune that looks very powerful at first glance was created by strong people.
"What's going on? Why is there suddenly a formation beside the West Lake? Is it so terrifying? It was all gloomy that day, with countless thunderbolts, and it was like a scene that destroyed the sky and the earth!"
"Look at the words on it! They are all Confucian banned famous articles!! There is a [Poetry for Locking the Enemy] written by a certain great Confucian at that time, and there is also a [Book of Seal] written by a semi-sage!"
"Previously, the Confucian bell of the Holy Temple rang nine, and the emperor summoned the strong men of Yangzhou City to discuss it. I guess something big happened, and he just wanted to take action against the West Lake, right?"
"A grand formation of this level, even if it is not as good as the methods of a saint, is not far behind. What makes Confucianism worthy of starting such a grand formation?"
Outside Yangzhou City, more and more people are flocking towards the West Lake.
Including Yang Ming, who had fallen down in the street and had not yet recovered, after seeing this kind of battle, he also wanted to go and see the result.
As more and more people gather, the West Lake outside Yangzhou City is already overcrowded.
And a white dragon chariot drove by, which also attracted some people's attention.
"Look! There is a carriage flying in the sky!" someone shouted.
The others looked up and saw a carriage approaching the West Lake.
"The carriage is flying in the sky, it must be a rare cultural treasure, right?"
"You have to be at least a bachelor's degree scholar to be able to be so fast, right?"
"The identity of the visitor is not simple!"
Finally, the White Dragon Chariot landed on an empty rock beside a lake. Li Xingyun and Li Hongying got out of the Chariot, jumped on the rock and put away the Chariot.
There was lightning and thunder in front of me, and golden light shone everywhere.
The endless light of thunder and lightning characters illuminated their figures, making one side bright and the other dark.
Li Xingyun experienced the large formation at close range and couldn't help but sigh: "The peak method of Confucianism, although it is thunderous, does not hurt people's lives on the outside. It is as smooth and cold as soap bubbles to the touch."
"Shall we go in directly?" Li Hongying picked up the gun, very bold and a little impatient.
Li Xingyun hurriedly stopped her eager action and said: "You will be the one to fight when we go in later. Wait for the others first, and then listen to the court master if there is anything he needs to explain. This is their territory, and there will always be
Some things are more familiar to us than us, so we should not rush into them."
Just as the two of them waited for no more than a cup of tea, a familiar figure greeted them.
"It's the fairies from Qixiufang who have arrived!!!" Some people who joined in the fun saw the magnificent figures of those people, and their eyes showed admiration.
"The seven fairies in Xiufang are all outstanding in appearance. Wherever there is chaos, they will appear. They can be called heroes among women."
When the crowd was in commotion.
Huaxiu Huajianwu from Qixiufang followed two women who could almost be called stunning, and landed in an open space no more than ten meters away from Li Xingyun.
"Master Li!" Hua Jianwu noticed the figures of Li Xingyun and Li Xingyun. Their purple dresses were spread out, and they waved their jade-like white arms towards them.
Li Xingyun heard the sound and nodded to express greetings.
"Xiao Qi, do you know that boy?" The beautiful woman in red palace clothes who had gone to the temple asked curiously.
"We just met him not long ago." Hua Jianwu didn't deliberately hide anything, and said cheerfully: "He was the one who saved the dying cultivator in the market."
"And he is a former saint boy from Chang'an, the original author of Shuangmingzhou in the literary world."
While Huajianwu was introducing, she glanced at another woman in a green skirt next to her. She smiled and said: "Fifth sister, don't you read those two poems every day with that article in mind? Now the original author is here.
, you can finally look at people instead of reading poems."
When the woman in the green skirt heard this, her beautiful and cold face froze slightly, then she smiled and said with a smile: "Xiaoqi, you dare to make fun of your fifth sister, be careful I will pick all the flowers you have to make tea!"
Hearing this, Huajianwu hurriedly changed the subject, her eyes were dark, and her voice was soft and long, she begged: "No! Fifth sister, I was wrong!"
"You two should stop making trouble." The woman in palace clothes stopped the two of them helplessly, and then looked in the direction of Li Xingyun and said: "Three-day Shuangming Prefecture, a Confucian saint who has the appearance of a saint, Tongsheng.
His future achievements will definitely be high. However, the girl next to him has extremely high martial arts fighting spirit and shows off her sharp edge! At such a young age, her talent is not weak! Perhaps in the future, she will be a person who can impact the legend of the Valkyrie.
The proud daughter of heaven."
The dance among the flowers and the woman in the green skirt were both stunned.
Soon, several more groups of figures were approaching from a distance!
"Look! He's from the Taoist sect!"
"And the monks from Jinguang Temple!"
"The few people who appeared almost out of thin air should be warlocks, including formation mages. They are warlocks!"
"All the major forces in Yangzhou City have arrived! I don't know what's going on in Hangzhou City. Will they also send some people to the West Lake?"
"..."
After several groups of people landed one after another, they looked at each other at the people brought by others.
As Yuan Jun said, they are the only fourth-grade cultivators in Yangzhou City, and the rest are only fifth-grade at best.
Qixiufang brought a fifth-grade female Hanlin and an unknown Hua Xiu.
There are two strong men from the Taoist sect who are in the fifth-grade golden elixir realm.
Several other sects are also preparing to let people with fifth-level cultivation go to the West Lake.
After all, it’s hard to tell how many great demon-level experts there are. If the demon race’s sixth-grade demon really wants to fight, it will be difficult to suppress them stably unless it’s the fifth-grade human race’s attack.
Therefore, it is useless to let people of the sixth grade in.
Everyone gathered together, but they all stood still for the time being.
Finally, when Li Xingyun was looking at the West Lake in trance, a person suddenly appeared next to him.
"Mr. Yuan, who are you trying to scare by being so mysterious?" Li Xingyun glanced at the people around him and complained.
"Call some people from the academy to come over." The Academy Master chuckled, and then looked at the few Confucian students who had arrived behind him.
All of them are no less than forty years old.
"They are all Confucian Hanlin of the fifth rank, and they can protect you." The emperor of the hospital called the Confucian Hanlin to come over.
Pointing at Li Xingyun, he said: "He is a disciple personally selected by the saint to enter the holy courtyard. After entering the West Lake, I asked a few people to take care of him."
The Confucian Hanlin smiled slightly and responded: "The saint personally selected and admitted to the Holy Academy, he is the future pillar of our Confucianism, and we will naturally devote ourselves to it!"
Li Xingyun heard that he was protected by a fifth-grade Confucian scholar. Although his security seemed to be greatly enhanced, the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. Does this mean that he looked like a soft persimmon? Will he be prioritized in the secret realm?
How can you practice! According to other people's cultivation systems, you are already a fifth-level martial artist at the age of fifteen, but he has just embarked on the journey of cultivation at the age of fifteen.
When can Confucianism really stand up from childhood!
"Please step back!" After receiving the response, the court master was no longer worried about Li Xingyun's safety. He waved his sleeves with his big hands, his talent overflowing.