Nangong Fan heard a trembling sound, as if the song was over, and the strings were still in the artistic conception of the song, refusing to stop.

A secluded building slowly emerges in front of you.

The branches of the trees completely encircled it, revealing only a few perimeters and hiding inside. If ordinary people pass by here, they may directly miss this small building and go deeper directly.

Xu Wenwen gently pushed open the small door and walked straight into the small building.

Nangong Fan stood still and looked at this small building that was only two stories high and seemed to be integrated with the surrounding environment, tidied up his robe, and stepped into it.

Stepping over the low threshold, the wooden door rattled and slowly closed behind him, cutting off everything from the outside world, as if he had stepped into another world.

On the smooth walls, dozens of different picture scrolls are hung in an orderly manner. In every painting, there is an absolute protagonist, either with a gun to break the enemy, or to stroke the piano elegantly, or to punch all over the place......

Every protagonist is vivid, and every painting has a magical charm.

Nangong Fan's gaze started from the first painting and looked back side by side, pausing on the middle one.

It was a somewhat stout young man, with pupils like fire and spears like dragons, and he picked off the enemy in front of him with one shot, and the blood was like a pillar, spraying all around.

Nangong Fan even saw the light of fire appear in front of him, as if the Flame King had fallen in front of him. Nangong Fan felt that the people in this painting were a little familiar, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled. Step by step, I walked to the front of the painting, and my hand couldn't help but want to touch it.

"Don't touch it. ”

Nangong Fan paused the movements of his hand, turned his head and looked at Xu who was standing in front of the stairs and asked.

I saw Xu Wenwen shook his head, his voice was a little low, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, "Shizun will be angry." ”

Nangong Fan had no choice but to put down his hand, turned around, and prepared to step upstairs with Xu Wendao. The afterglow glanced at the inconspicuous corner of the painting.

The strokes are like dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, indescribably chic and elegant. This is not the focus of Nangong Fan's attention, the focus is on those three words.

Nangong Fei!

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth twitched, and his eyes swept the corners of each painting.

The dashing noble son Fusu.

The light of the fist shocked the reckless man in the world, and there was indeed a shadow of the sixth senior brother in it.

Overlord Xiang Yu with a domineering aura all over his body.

The feminine but royal new king Liu Bang.

A bewitching woman cat Yuer with a charming atmosphere all over her body.

A skinny but starry Rat Treasure.

......

Nangong Fan's pupils gradually became solemn, and the portrait of the hundred sons of later generations was framed so solemnly here.

This reminded Nangong Fan of his master, who also had a long corridor with portraits of real Baizi, and used pen and ink to leave their merits on it. He is old, but he misses his comrades-in-arms, misses his old friends, and also uses this to miss his eventful years.

It's almost the same thing as Shizun's.

After Nangong Fei, do you want to see the pinnacle of that era? To be honest, Nangong Fan had an inexplicable pressure at this time.

Those who don't know are not guilty, I didn't know what I was going to see before, and it doesn't matter who I see with confidence. At least, with Chen Ming there, he was confident that even if the front was called the Longtan Tiger's Den in the Nether, he would be sure to escape.

But now, have these descendants with such a reputation reached the level of ignoring the Heavenly Dao of the Nether Realm after hundreds of millions of years? Nangong Fan had no bottom in his heart.

The mind is turning, and the pace does not stop. The sound of slight footsteps echoed over the narrow steps.

There are two rooms on the second floor. A false room, you can see the unpretentious decoration in it. Wooden bed, wooden cabinet, and several ancient books neatly placed on it.

The other room is wide open, with a simple xylophone in the middle.

There was a long-haired man in a white robe with his back to the wooden door, his smooth, slender fingers resting lightly on the strings.

Nangong Fan's heart couldn't help but explode, the person he wanted to see was the person who had just played the piano?

"Your heart is upset. The voice was very light, with a faint piano sound and chime, which resounded straight into Nangong Fan's sea of knowledge.

Nangong Fan took a few deep breaths and smelled a faint sandalwood incense, which penetrated into the tip of his nose and penetrated into his limbs. The cold sweat on my back slowly disappeared, and my mind gradually calmed down.

Nangong Fan hasn't yet spoken. The man's faint voice slowly resounded in his ears again.

"Should I call you Kurosawa, or should I call you Long Hei, Mao Yu'er, and Rat Laibao's junior brothers?"

Nangong Fan was stunned, what is this?

"You have the same aura as Rat Lai Bao on your body, and you have the same exercises in your cultivation. The man turned slowly. The white robe was spotless, and the wisps of black hair covered his eyes, and what surprised Nangong Fan was that there were four pupils in the eyes of the person in front of him!

"Don't panic, Rat Noble is my best friend. The man's voice was very light, but it was very beautiful, like the strings singing, very charming. "The sound of the piano that makes people settle down is indeed something that I played, and what I drilled into the sea of knowledge, and I also researched it, but there was no other malice. ”

"My name is Meng Jiang. A son of the Confucian Meng. Meng Jiang's every move was very elegant, revealing a strange brilliance. "I invited you to come to discuss one of the ways with me, and if you can satisfy me, I will tell you something of interest. ”

Nangong Fan nodded lightly, and waited with all his heart to discuss the avenue with such a big man, but it was quite a rare opportunity.

"Do you say that life is also the Tao?" Before Nangong Fan could speak, Meng Jiang's voice became high. "Cultivation is complicated, but in fact, it is to pursue the Dao, and for this reason, you can go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire. The five elements of heaven and earth can be the Tao, and time and space can also be the Tao, but why can cause and effect and killing also be the Tao? The seven emotions and six desires can also be the Tao? and even the Emperor Xudu left a legend of the ghost road. It can be seen that the Tao is natural.

I want to pursue the Lingyun Avenue in my heart. For this reason, I have given up too much, and even my strength has stopped for thousands of years. Most of them, who are also the 'New Hundred Sons', are already God Emperors and God Emperors, and only I am still in the Heavenly Gods.

But every insight, every new idea, can give me a new lease of life. I'm willing to do that. I am confident that I will succeed.

In order to pursue the Tao, I went deep into the desert in the north of the ten states, arguing with Rat Lai Bao for thousands of years, and I did countless experiments there. It was also there that he formed a deep relationship with Rat Cameo. Xiaoyou, it's your turn, did you say that you are strong or weak?"

Meng Jiang had an inexplicable smile in his eyes, as if he was not looking at a junior, but a figure of the same generation.

Nangong Fan groaned slightly, he was also in the clouds of the Dao, after all, he was only at the beginning of the law now, how could he know anything about the Dao. But under the influence of Shizun's ears and eyes, it is still not a problem to draw gourds in the same way, and he guesses that Meng Jiang actually wants Shizun's words.

"There is no distinction between strong and weak roads, and avenues and trails are all ways to heaven. The avenue of fur, there is equal to nothing. The trail is proficient, and it can also reverse the sky. The Tao is invisible, but the mind is solidified.

All roads connect Middle-earth. Everything in the world can be the Tao.

The law is the cornerstone of the Tao, and even if everyone comprehends the same Tao, it is also very different because of the different laws that constitute it. It can be seen that there is no strong way, only strong people. ”

"It means that all kinds of life can also be the Tao?"

Nangong Fan was slightly embarrassed, big man, can you stop embarrassing people? But looking at Meng Jiang with a smile but a fox-like cunning gaze. After hesitating slightly, he had an idea in his heart, "At the beginning of people, nature is good. People are born like blank sheets of paper. ”

Meng Jiang's eyes flickered, and his four identical pupils were as bright as the sun in the sky.

"Nice, boy. Argue with me in my Confucian terms. Meng Jiang laughed, "You can go." ”

Nangong Fan looked confused. But when he followed Xu Wendao down the stairs, he suddenly felt that there was something more in his arms.

Thin is just a piece of paper.

Nangong Fan's eyes froze, this is what I'm interested in, what could it be?

Xu asked, and sent Nangong Fan to the gate of the academy before returning. He understood what Xu meant, and left the academy. The reason? It should be on that thin page.

Nangong Fan didn't rush to see what was in his hand. He still has to sort out his thoughts, at least for now, Meng Jiang has no ill will towards him. So what is Xu Wen afraid of? He didn't even dare to say it explicitly, and he could only show it in subtle actions.

Nangong Fan walked on the streets of Baizi City, walking more and more remotely, until the road was deserted, but a burst of stench came to his nose.

There are dark places everywhere. These streets should be the dirtiest and darkest corners of Baizi City.

Nangong Fan seemed to be unable to smell the stench, and stepped on the dregs. Step by step towards the end of the street.

Nangong Fan gently pushed open the wooden door at the end. A fragrant smell came from inside the door, and the stench dissipated at once.

Nangong Fan's face did not change, and he looked at the small courtyard that was only about ten square meters. There is an old locust tree, growing against the wall, resisting the intrusion of the blazing sun.

At the bottom of a stone table, five people were sitting. It was the fat three and Wang Zai and the king of Beiliang.

I don't know why Wang Zai has such a house in Baizi City. Hide in the darkest corners, with the scum as your companion.

"Why did you come back from Baizi Academy so quickly?" Wang Zai took a sip of the tea in his hand and laughed loudly.

"Something seems to be wrong. Nangong Fan smiled helplessly, he spent hundreds of medium-grade spirit stones in vain, and his heart hurt.

"Don't look like it's annoying to hear. King Beiliang yawned lazily.

Nangong Fan sat at the stone table and told the story of Baizi Academy one by one. Of course, it was hidden that Meng Jiang said that he was not Kurosawa.

Nangong Fan took out a yellow paper page from his arms and flattened it on the stone table.

"Brother Meng, my Baizi faction, except for a few factions that only pursue the Great Dao, must rely on the nourishment of the masses in order to thrive, and now this kind of only asking about the affairs of the rivers and lakes has lost the meaning of such a method and your Confucianism.

Recently, the inheritance of the Heavenly Seal of the Last Dynasty has been inherited, although it has just started like a baby, but it has left a stable inheritance for 10,000 years after the end of the Dynasty.

In my opinion, you can cooperate with the last dynasty and step into the world secretly. Your disciples and my disciples will also have soil for growth. I can better understand the true meaning of Baizi. This cooperation is beneficial and harmless. What's more, you and I both know that unless you condense the Dao or have the help of the Dao Weapon, the power of the world will always be the most powerful in the Nether.

As long as we are careful, the old-timers of the earth who don't care about the world will not notice. As for the Law Enforcement Alliance, it has rotted from the roots since the leader of the alliance rarely came into contact with the world.

Brother Meng is also an extraordinary person, can he dare to bet on this round with my Fa Heavenly Destiny?"

Nangong Fan's eyes froze, as if he had entered a wolf's den?

Wang Zai was stunned for a moment, rubbing his chin, he had never considered the possibility of cooperation between Baizi Academy and the end dynasty. This seems to have become a qualitative characteristic.

But now it seems that the two most powerful Confucian and French families in Baizi Academy have made a decision. No wonder Xu Wendao would keep letting Nangong Fan leave.

When the people in the lecture hall wake up, someone will definitely check Nangong Fan's provenance, and the deeds of Kurosawa who appeared here will be made public. Famen may directly capture Nangong Fan.

The lazy appearance of the King of Beiliang also became dignified, and the mountains of the last dynasty were unbearable, and a hundred son cities were added. It's really going to kill you.

They firmly believe that with Nangong Fan's talent, he may be slightly weaker than Hei Yuqing in the future, but it is definitely an existence that dominates the Nether. But is there plenty of time to grow him now?

Nangong Fan sighed lightly, "If it really doesn't work, you can only break through in the ring." ”

Although he will miss something because of this, he firmly believes that he has the ability to complete this piece later.