At the top of this cliff, there is a picture of the Emperor of Heaven commanding the dragon. At this moment, there are three people standing there, as well as the woman who is skilled in swordsmanship. I don’t know where she is. I can only hear her voice but not see her face.
Among them, Cui Minghuang of Guanhu Academy, who has the lowest cultivation level, is the most troubled. Elsewhere, he, Cui Dajun, should be a first-class god, respected as a guest, and can hear flattery. The ears are calloused. It is a pity that here tonight, Cui Minghuang has become the most inconspicuous ant, and may even be worse than an ant.
This bad feeling made Cui Minghuang, who was used to being aloof, feel depressed and had to recite Confucian classics silently to suppress distracting thoughts.
He glanced at the old man who returned to the earth by boat from the stars in the sky. The old man now pretended to be Huang Tingguo's former minister, but in reality he was a frighteningly old dragon.
The old man was much calmer than Cui Minghuang at this time. He twirled his beard with one hand and watched the sword energy cage with great interest, talking to himself and marveling at it.
Cui Minghuang quietly went south on the orders of the Imperial Preceptor to discuss secret matters with the dormant old dragon here. The Imperial Preceptor of Dali wanted this old man who was temporarily transformed into the former Minister of Household Affairs of the Huangting State. , served as the first mountain master of the new academy built in Piyun Mountain, and he, Cui Minghuanghui, was still the deputy mountain master as agreed before, plus a prestigious Dali Literary Sect Master, the three of them jointly took charge of the supplementary mountain. The new academy that has filled the vacancy of the Cliff Academy, I believe that with the ambition and courage of Emperor Dali, the yet-to-be-named Piyunshan New Academy will definitely be more grand and rich in literary style than Qi Jingchun's Cliff Academy.
As for the position of the new academy mountain master who was originally promised to Guanhu Academy, it is said that Emperor Da Li made other compensation in private.
Before Cui Minghuang received the secret letter from the Imperial Master Cui Chan, he had no idea that the small Huang Tingguo, a small pond, actually hid such a giant dragon. With the magical power of water magic, even if he is at the tenth realm, his combat power will definitely not be inferior to that of the eleventh realm Qi practitioner.
The secret letter from Cui Han, the national advisor, revealed that since the shocking dragon-slaying battle, the ancient Shu Kingdom, which is famous for its numerous dragons, has shed thousands of miles of blood in its mountains, rivers and rivers. , there are the broken limbs and remains of the dragon everywhere, it’s too horrible to look at.
In the long years that followed, this extremely old dragon was well hidden and kept changing its appearance. Vicissitudes of life.
Lao Jiao is not interested in reproduction and has very few heirs. In the entire Huangting Kingdom, there are only one daughter and two sons. Among them, the youngest son is the Hanshi River Water God of Dashui Mansion, while the eldest daughter is She is the founder of the Ziyang Mansion where Liu Jiahui of the Qiulu Inn is located. However, her true identity has been kept secret from the outside world. Even her first-generation direct disciples of the Ziyang Mansion, very few people know about it. Now, with those Ziyang Mansion The truth about the death of the ancestor of the mansion has long been lost. As for Lao Jiao's eldest son, he has a pure and kind nature, different from other Jiao species, and he likes to travel around the world since he was a child. Now there is no news, and it is hard to say whether he is still in Aquarius Island.
The poor old scholar carrying his luggage had just arrived at the top of the mountain from the seaside using the Taoist magical power of shrinking into an inch. He never expected to be blocked by anyone. The key is that the trouble was really big, which made the old scholar even more worried. With a frown on his face, even the old man could not sense the outside for the time being because the sword energy wall rising into the sky blocked the energy of heaven and earth.
The old scholar rubbed his chin, "Dear me, are all the aunties outside so powerful now?"
The old man sighed, raised his arm, and tapped the void with his finger. , said softly: "Settled."
The heaven and earth fell silent for an instant, with no more sound of surging rivers, and no more subtle smashing sounds of gusts of mountain wind hitting the sword wall.
Within these ten miles of mountains and rivers, time no longer passes.
The atmosphere of Confucian sages is mighty and mighty.
Cui Minghuang turned from fear to ecstasy, and began to recite the saint's teachings loudly in his heart, in order to increase his aura of awe.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a Confucian gentleman who aspires to become a saint.
At this moment, even the well-informed Lao Jiao was shocked. He subconsciously took a few steps back and distanced himself from the humble old scholar. Even though this distance was of no help, Lao Jiao still did it. , in order to show a humble attitude.
In ancient times, before slaying the dragon, when Lao Jiao was still young, he heard from the elders of his race that a Confucian saint whose position in the Confucian Temple was only behind the Holy Master once talked to the Dragon King of the Four Directions. An unwritten rule has been established: when dragons are on land, they will avoid them when they see good people, and dive when they meet saints.
There was once a great dragon in the lake who was second only to the Dragon King of the Four Directions. He believed that he was in a big lake. In front of the saints traveling on the shore, he made waves and deliberately raised the waves higher than the city and farmland on the shore. The sky is still higher, intimidating the people along the coast, and provoking the saint. This means that I have never gone ashore or violated the rules. You are a Confucian saint. What can you do to me?
Lao Jiao, who was still young at the time, just felt that this move was very satisfying, but then he heard the elder tell the tragic story behind with sadness. The Confucian saint stretched out a finger and said A sentence similar to the edict of the old scholar tonight, using the great magical power to guide the country and stabilize the situation, fixed the real dragon in the air and caused the lake to retreat for dozens of miles. Therefore, the real dragon was equivalent to going ashore without permission, and met the saint. It refused to dive, so the saint skinned it and cramped it, suppressed it under a lake rock as big as a mountain at the bottom of the water, and punished it to lie dormant for thousands of years, never to be seen again.
That time, the elders earnestly warned the younger ones that the tempers of those Confucian saints, especially those with altars and statues in the Confucian temples, were actually not very good. Otherwise, why would there be "Taoism"? "Maungranan"?
Lao Jiao was confused and asked, isn't this behavior of Confucian saints unruly?
The elder replied angrily, idiot, have you forgotten who made the rules?
At this moment, the old dragon on the top of the cliff remembered something from the past. He was a little sentimental and murmured: "Dragon dragons and their ilk are doing justice to the sky, moving clouds and spreading rain. How precious is that?"It is indescribable that it can be regarded as a vassal and town separatist regime that listens to orders but does not listen to announcements. In the end, it fell to this point and was almost extinct. I can't blame the saints. It is really driven by ambition and the blame is on myself. "
The old scholar let out a sigh, turned to look at the old Jiao who looked like an ancient scribe, smiled and nodded: "You can correct your mistakes if you know them, and there is no greater good." No wonder I passed by this place last time and saw the beautiful scenery, but I still felt like something was missing. It turned out to be because of you. Well, there is another gentleman, gentleman, Xiao Qi back then... Well, it was fate that we met... Unfortunately, I can't take care of you for the time being, so go. ”
The old scholar muttered to himself, and then gently moved his fingers outward.
Lao Jiao and Cui Minghuang were forcibly moved out of the top of the cliff.
< p>One person and one dragon fell on the river in the distance. They spread their palms and looked down. Then they clasped their palms almost at the same time, hiding the golden words in their palms, and of course they did not want to make them public.The old scholar in the sword formation on the cliff looked around and laughed: "Zangzangyeye, you can't be called a hero! ”
The old scholar soon realized that what he said was unreasonable, and he groaned, and for a moment he didn’t know how to save himself.
On the other side of the cliff near the water, a man appeared. A tall woman in white is holding a large lotus leaf in her hand, which can be regarded as a lotus umbrella, but the lotus leaves and handles are all white, which complements the white clothes and shoes and is spotless.
After seeing the lotus leaf, the old scholar frowned and quickly began to perform mental calculations. Finally, he looked sad, sighed, looked up to the sky, and refused to take his eyes back for a long time, muttering: "The last trip Did you go there? I think of that energetic young man back then, who kept saying that a gentleman walks the straight path, and would rather break than bend, and the jade and stone will be destroyed. In the end...it will be difficult for you.
The old scholar looked at the tall woman in white and said, "It would not be a good thing if Chen Pingan beat young Cui Chan to death."
She smiled and said: "That's right, but I can't control it. If you have the ability to get out of the sword formation, you can talk about it. It's useless to tell me about the truth. You can talk to my little Ping'an, maybe you can Somewhat useful. "
She paused for a moment and sneered: "But the prerequisite is that you have to go out first. You were able to send those two guys out smoothly because I was too lazy to stop them. "
The old scholar said helplessly: "When I was alive, I was not good at fighting, and now it is even worse. Why do you force others to make things difficult? Besides Chen Pingan and the young Cui Chan, one of them is me now... I'm half a disciple, and the other is half a disciple. Who do you think I can help more? Although I went there this time to help Cui Yi survive, in the final analysis, it was not for Chen Ping'an's benefit? "
The woman in white nodded and said: "It makes sense. "
Then she shook her head and said: "But I didn't come out this time to reason with others. "
The old scholar became increasingly helpless, "For the sake of your family's safety, can you give me an exception? I am just a teacher. If you don’t listen to the truth, I will have no use for my skills, and you are the best fighter in the world.Personally... one of several swords, not all swords are right, forget it, don't worry about this title, in short it's very unfair to me! "
The tall woman was holding a strange big umbrella and said with an indifferent expression, "Break the formation. "
The old man had no choice but to ask cautiously: "Do you know who I am? "
The woman in white raised her lips, "I know, Literary Sage. ”
The old man was stunned, thinking that Ganqing knew his true identity, and it was a bit too much to refuse to give him face like this.
Now this is the most holy person in the world, the Saint of Ceremony. , Yasheng.
Referring to the leader of Confucianism, this old man is the sage respected by all Confucian disciples in the world. He sits in the highest center of the Confucian Temple.
Next are the statues of the second-generation leader of Confucianism, Lisheng, and the Yasheng, who continued the entire Confucian culture.
The former has received the most praise and awards from the sage and is regarded by Confucians. A moral model and teacher of etiquette, he formulated the most rigorous and sophisticated set of rules in Confucianism. The latter is recognized for his profound knowledge and is the closest to the sage masters. His unique style has allowed Confucianism to truly become the only "imperial teacher" in the world.
Next, Literary Sage is the Confucian saint who holds the fourth highest position in the Confucian Temple.
Of course this is a long time ago, and this position has been vacant for a long time because of the statue of the god. He was demoted several times, and finally he could no longer stay in the Confucian Temple and was moved out. The dignified fourth saint packed up his bed and got out of the Confucian orthodoxy. That was all. In the end, even the statues of gods were not saved, leaving a group of stubborn and extreme people. The Confucian disciple who regarded himself as a Taoist priest smashed the statue into pieces, and then walked away.
The old scholar reached behind him, patted his bag, and it disappeared. Missing.
The old scholar asked patiently: "How about we have something to talk about?" Is it okay not to fight? "
The woman thought for a moment, nodded and said: "Then I can be more polite? "
The old scholar nodded happily and said with a smile: "This is the best. ”
In an instant, the sword energy of the sword array became more intense and majestic, and the unrivaled sword power seemed to have the potential to sever the avenue of heaven and earth.
According to legend, the ancient sword There are many immortals and heroes who dare not bow to the ancestors of the three religions and control the world wantonly. With their swordsmanship and swordsmanship, they are invincible in the world with swords.
The woman twitched her lips, " Please ask Literary Saint to break the formation! Isn't that being polite? ”