Nanliang, Holy City, Sage Academy.

Kong Mo stood in front of the Dacheng Palace, with his hands behind his back, looking at the north from afar, and his figure was depressed.

Although the night is thick, the lights in the Sage Academy are still brilliant, and the sound of Lang reading aloud is often heard, the Sage College has morning classes and evening classes, and the morning class is the rule of the college, the plan of the year lies in the spring, and the plan of the day lies in the morning, so the college stipulates the morning class, but the evening class is spontaneously organized by the students, and the students return to the class after dinner.

In the past, at this time, Kong Mo would study with his students, but today he chose to come to Dacheng Palace, in his heart, the seemingly calm world seems to be in an eventful autumn.

The Northern Wei Dynasty produced a Kong Feili, claiming to be the Confucian family, and now in the Sage Academy south of the river, it is a chaotic minister and thief, a wolf-hearted and dog-hearted, and the Northern Wei Dynasty court is even more unremitting and vigorously supportive, contributing money and efforts, rectifying the Confucian Temple in Qufu, and preparing to return to the orthodoxy of the Confucian family.

Like the news of the Northern Wei Dynasty's blockade of the prosperity of the Southern Liang, the Southern Liang concocted the same method, and also blocked the matter of the Confucius Temple in Qufu, in the Southern Liang, most people still don't know, that Kong Feili wrote a "Discussion of the End of Kong", the words are sharp, deafening, and there are a few sentences that pierce the key point - the pseudo-sage Kong Mo, the sex is not harmonious, the earth is cold and slight, the jackal is natural, close to the evil and the evil, the cruelty of the loyal and good, the killing of the sister and the brother, the killing of the king and the father, the jealousy of people and gods, the intolerability of heaven and earth, still harboring evil intentions, stealing the divine vessels.

When this article "Seeking Confucius Mo" was placed in front of Kong Shui's eyes, the sage academy woman stared at her with round eyes, and was furious, scolding the Northern Wei Dynasty for being despicable and shameless, but the person concerned Kong Mo couldn't help but nod: "With such a talent, you can be worthy of the talent of the prime minister." ”

Although Nanliang blocked the news very well, there were still rumors that spread to Nanliang, and people thought of a green shirt that entered the holy city four years ago, everywhere

Kong Xitang slowly walked behind Kong Mo and looked at the sage of the Kong family, who was already gray: "Holy Father, it's cold outside, and your typhoid fever is not yet ......."

Kong Mo waved his hand, lowered his head and coughed twice: "It's okay, if the guess is good, Kong Feili should be the heir left by his father-in-law, so good, after the Kong family, I have made a lot fewer sins." ”

Kong Xitang sighed: "Holy Father, you were right back then, Xitang always thought so, the fault was Kong Shangren, he should pay the price for his recklessness, in the final analysis, he was in the name of being a man of the world, but he was actually seeking his own truth." ”

Kong Mo smiled: "Xitang, the past is over, put it aside for the time being, don't worry about it anymore." ”

The bell rang for the end of class, echoing in the night sky, countless students ran out of the school and ran towards the streets of the holy city, since there are night classes, then there is also a night market, and there are all kinds of food in the night market, which is enough for this group of students to eat and drink enough, and then sleep beautifully.

A child in his teenage years walked behind many students with a stack of books, probably because there were too many books, a little bead of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose, and when he looked up and saw Kong Mo, his eyes kept shining, and he was busy running to the Taihe Hall and bowed his hands: "Kong Qingyu greets the Holy Father." ”

Be generous and courteous.

Kong Mo returned the salute, pinched Kong Qingyu's face, picked up Kong Qingyu, and rode it around his neck: "Go, eat, what does the herring want to eat?"

Kong Qingyu tilted his head and thought: "Eat stinky tofu!"

"Okay, just eat stinky tofu!" Kong Mo said, walked down the steps, and paused slightly: "Xitang, maybe God is not entirely right, just help if you can, it's okay." ”

"Xitang knows. Kong Xitang watched the figures of Kong Mo and Kong Qingyu disappear in the brilliance of the lights, maybe the Holy Father already had remorse in his heart, sighed slightly, he turned his head and walked into the Dacheng Hall, took off the wooden sword on the wall, and pointed it in the center of the sand table of the Holy City in the center of the main hall.

Many students walking on the street put down the food in their hands, and couldn't help but look up in the direction of Dacheng Hall, a light flashed, like a bright meteor, starting from the Holy City and ending in Tai'an City.

In Yuelu Academy, mountain chief Gu Yuanchang and Zhou Meng stood in front of the garden gate, the former sighing faintly, and the latter looking into the distance obsessively, refusing to miss the slightest.

In front of the snow-capped mountainside behind the mountain, there is a shepherd boy riding a white ox standing with his hands in his hands, looking at Tai'an City from afar, and there is one between the eyebrows.

On the snow-capped mountain, there is a monk who clasped his hands together and silently recited "Amitabha". Amitabha, the Buddhist mantra, the Buddhist mantra, means immeasurable, ultimate, complete, and complete.

Tai'an City, in front of Cining Palace, the sky as bright as day cracked twelve huge cracks, countless violent and disordered breaths crisscrossed and criss-crossed, and twenty-four heavenly people covered in golden brilliance slowly fell.

In front of the three-foot Qingfeng sword, Huang Chunfeng spoke: "Girl, look at it, the old man's end." ”

"Rise!" a word spat out, and ten thousand swords converged into a dragon, pointing at the sky in unison, like locusts and ants, impacting with all their might.

The two golden-covered celestial figures suddenly increased their speed and swooped down, the two collided violently, the dragon roared, and the breath flew chaotically.

In an instant, the two golden heavenly beings flew upside down, straight into the sky, where did they come from, and where did they go back.

The Northern Shenji Pavilion Sword Formation, a blue light traveled a long way and came here.

In the palace of Western Chu, a purple bamboo suddenly arrived and flew in the air.

Nanliang Sword Sect, an iron sword with Haoran sword qi, submerged in it.

The Sage Academy, reading aloud one after another, with the spirit of a book, did not enter

"It's just going to be the icing on the cake, but the old man thanked me here. Huang Chunfeng muttered to himself, his hands were flat, and he suddenly exerted his strength, and a sword resounded through the world.

In two years, he traveled all over the world, he once placed a sword in the Tianshan Mountains west of the Western Regions, and also flowed a sword in the south of the South China Sea.

Huang Chunfeng stepped lightly and stood on top of the dragon head in one step: "Girl, during the Qingming Festival, don't forget to toast in front of the old man's grave." ”

The dragon took the yellow wind straight into the sky, submerged into the clouds, thunder and lightning flashed endlessly, countless brilliance shone down through the gaps in the clouds, the night sky bloomed with colorful colors, the light bent, the sea of clouds churned, unpredictable, like the end of the world.

The battle of the gods in the clouds can be seen thousands of miles away.

Half an hour later, everything disappeared, and the broken sword smashed in front of Cining Palace like a red-hot iron rod, and the sword qi was like a dragon turbulent, overflowing in all directions.

Li Yuanhao stood in the night breeze, looked up, the sky was full of stars, and the bright moon was in the sky, but he could no longer see the figure of the old yellow man.

Everything is like a dream, like a streamer, like a bubble, like electricity, like dew.

It is the end of the fourth year of Wei Xiangfeng, deep winter.

(End of volume)