I'm afraid that when your headmaster Donghuang Taiyi comes in person, you may not have the same tone as Mr. Xinghun when facing that old monster Wan Zhang." Zhiri snorted coldly and said to Xinghun.
He didn't know whether Donghuang Taiyi was stronger or weaker than Wan Zhang, but he knew that Xinghun alone was definitely not strong enough for Wanzhang to fight with one hand, so he deliberately opened his mouth to disgust Xinghun.
By the way, I also want to explore the bottom and see if Star Soul really has any tricks.
After all, the Yin-Yang family's Yin-Yang skills are weird and unique. Maybe when needed again, some cruel secret technique that has been "lost" for many years will reappear in the world.
"Since I'm here to look for you today, I naturally have a solution." Xinghun smiled and said calmly to the sun.
The blue flame tattoo on his face became more and more vivid, as if he was really alive.
After hearing the words, I don't know what the expression on the face behind the bronze mask was, but the eyes that were exposed were condensed.
That’s Wan Zhang!
This arrogant dwarf actually has a way...
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Little Sage Village.
Wan Zhang Study Room.
Xunzi took the poem written by Tian Yan and was reading it carefully.
There was a glimmer of light in the corner of Wan Zhang's eyes, but it was fleeting.
As an old man like Wan Zhang, who was a great disciple of Mencius when he was young, followed Mencius in practice, traveled around the country, and then sat in the small sage village, there are actually very few things in this world that can shake their emotions.
Its state of mind is similar to what Taoists call "forgetfulness".
But now, facing a poem by "Wei Yan", I was still moved to tears.
Even those tears are just a glimmer and fleeting.
I gave it to the teacher: "What is public is eternal, and what is private is temporary."
But what really moved Wan Zhang were the following sentences.
“The great sages have passed away, but the people have no time to think about them;
Think about his residence, think about his words." Xunzi said this silently with a hint of contemplation.
These few sentences may not be the most profound ones, but they vividly show the memory of Mencius by Confucian scholars and the people of Qilu over the years.
At the same time, it also touched Wan Zhang the most, an old man who had worked hard to maintain Confucianism and run Xiaoshengxian Village for many years.
Over the years, from adolescence to middle age, to the years after losing his teacher, could he have been "thinking about his place of residence and his words"?
"As expected of you, Junior Brother Wei Yan." Xunzi said to Tian Yan with a smile.
In fact, he was quite shocked inside.
This fifteen-year-old boy once again shocked this old guy.
Over the years, Confucian scholars have had this kind of emotion towards Mencius, Confucius and other Confucian sages.
Isn't it that these people live in this world so that one day their theories can be adopted by the world, and their words and deeds can be remembered by future generations, so as to warn future generations?
As the saying goes: "The public is eternal, the private is temporary." Isn't this the case?
Fu Nian eagerly looked at the three elders in front of him, wanting to say something, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back.
Wan Zhang looked deeply at the courteous and handsome young man in front of him, wearing a white robe and with an elegant and handsome face.
Tian Yan faced Wan Zhang's gaze and bowed his hands gracefully.
After a long time, Wan Zhang stood up, bowed his hands to Tian Yan, and said with great emotion: "On behalf of the teacher, I would like to thank Junior Brother Wei Yan."
"I don't dare to take it, I don't dare to take it." Tian Yan quickly turned sideways, ignoring Wan Zhang's courtesy, waving his hands and saying to the three Confucian people.
Wei Yan's "character design" is like this. Details must be details, and every detail must be grasped.
Wan Zhang glanced at the courteous "Junior Brother Wei Yan" with a smile on his face, stroking his beard. Wei Yan, who was extremely elegant in a white robe and dark green Confucian clothes, was like a piece of beautiful jade. At this moment, he was facing
He cupped his hands and looked at Fu Nian.
Hey, Fu Nian?!
Oh, by the way Fu Nian is here too.
"Come on, Fu Nian, this is this poem by your Uncle Wei Yan." Wan Zhang handed Fu Nian the slip of letter Tian Yan gave him.
Fu Nian took it with respectful hands, and then carefully opened the bamboo slips rolled up by Wan Zhang.
As a disciple of Confucianism, Fu Nian was highly skilled in martial arts, but he also had a deep knowledge of Confucianism and various literatures, and he also loved literature very much.
It was a great surprise for him to see Master Wei Yan's new masterpiece.
Tian Yan looked at the bamboo slips in his hands and carefully read the poems he had copied so hard, ah, ah, he had worked so hard to write. Tian Yan smiled slightly but said nothing.
"Fu Nian, please hang this article in the library later." Wan Zhang looked at Fu Nian and said.
"Disciple accepts the order." Fu Nian bowed to Wan Zhang respectfully and somewhat excitedly.
At this moment, his heart was filled with an inexplicable sense of honor.
That is the feeling of knowing that you have witnessed and created a part of history with your own hands.
"It is my little Saint's Village and my Confucian's fortune to have Master Wei Yan. God bless me as a Confucian..." Fu Nian said with some sigh in his heart as he read.
Nowadays, although Confucianism is facing the invasion of Qin's Jianghu forces, the situation of Xiaoshengxian Village is getting better and better.
Although the enemies are Luo Sheng, Yin Yang Family, and even Gui Gu Zongheng, the lineup is very scary.
But Confucianism also has the support of another descendant of Guigu, and at the same time, there are more top masters like Uncle Wei Yan to help.
Thinking of this, although he was a little worried because he had been feeling uneasy for some reason in recent days, looking at the three elders in front of him, Fu Nian felt inexplicably at ease.
After a long talk, Tian Yan and Fu Nian left Wan Zhang's study.
…
At night, Tian Yan's bedroom.
Tian Yan is meditating in his dormitory.
She is a person with goals.
There are both long-term goals and short-term goals.
The goal in the short term is to get rid of Tian Meng.
Although Tian Meng was not weak, he was probably inferior to Yan Dan in terms of strength. Now, based on her previous understanding of Tian Meng, she speculated that her own strength could easily defeat him with an absolute advantage.
But she still didn't dare to slack off in her practice.
After all, her situation is different from Tian Yan in the original work. Luo Wen has really grasped her weakness, and her connection with Luo Wen is getting deeper and deeper now.
The deeper you sink, the more benefits you get, but the more dangerous you are.
She is a person who is climbing from the top of the abyss to the bottom of the abyss. Slowly, the abyss will swallow up all the light around her until there is only boundless desolation and darkness around her.
Suddenly, Tian Yan felt a flash of Yin Qi pass away.
Tian Yan could tell without looking at words and expressions that the sun was coming again.