In Yi Yan's eyes, he could see thousands of troops galloping in the chess game, and hundreds of thousands of people were fighting and fighting.

He could see the blood flowing like a river, thousands of ordinary people and clans dying in the war, and the noble princes and princes with swords and swords, staining the whole world and his eyes red.

The flags were like rain, and tens of thousands of soldiers accompanied by roars and killing intent swept the world, making him feel deafening.

The sorcerers used their magical powers to destroy the city walls, the witches sacrificed blood stains to thousands of people to curse King Huan, and the monks cut the river with a sword, and all kinds of scenes continued to change and reflect on the chess game.

Each chess piece represents the princes and princes of the world, the great witch monks, and the disciples of the sages of his academy, and also determines the fate of tens of millions of people.

Yi Yan gasped violently, sweating profusely, and he didn't dare to fall for a long time on the chessboard.

Because one wrong step is the catastrophe of the world, the blood red accompanied by the endless souls pressed on him, making him tremble with fear and dare not fall.

He had never played such thrilling chess, nor had he been so distracted and backward by dropping a piece, nor had he felt fear of dropping a piece.

However, when he hesitated, Feng Sheng insisted on falling in vain.

"The situation is ever-changing, the opportunity is fleeting, and when you look forward and backward, the outcome is decided!"

"This world is in full swing...... Wait for no one!"

Yi Yan's face changed greatly, with hoarse fear: "Stop!"

But the hand did not stop at all, the hand pressed on the chessboard, and in an instant, the situation collapsed, and the monstrous blood and black reflected out.

Mountains and rivers change color, and rivers and mountains are easy to change.

The central Dahuan Dynasty collapsed in an instant in front of Yi Yan's eyes, splitting, dividing, fighting, annexing, and the war extended to the whole world.

In the millions of mountains in the southwest, the Yi people sent thousands of demon beasts to defeat the kingdom of Chan, the world was in chaos, and the world turned into purgatory.

The light dissipated, and the two of them were still in the Xundu School Palace, sitting in the side room of the library, and everything was like a dream bubble, disappearing without a trace.

Only Yi Yan's face was pale, his hand still maintained the posture of holding a son, and it had not fallen for a long time, and his mind was still immersed in the tragedy of the mountains and rivers changing color and the destruction of the entire human race.

Although he knew that it was only a possibility in the general trend of the world, he couldn't let go.

The two of them sat quietly, sitting upright, one with a pale and solemn expression, and the other with an indifferent gaze, but it seemed to reflect the mountains and rivers.

Yi Yan looked at Feng Sheng: "Feng Sheng wants to tell me that the School Palace is not only responsible for preaching and educating, but also has the life of stabilizing and suppressing the luck of humanity. ”

Fang Xiu turned his head to look at the painting hanging on the wall, led by himself, followed by Zhuang Li, who he was familiar with, and Yi Shang, whom he had never seen, divided into young, middle-aged, and old.

"The school palace masters the luck of literature and Taoism, the responsibility of the world's education, and the disciples of students are all over the world, although there are no powerful people, but they affect the general trend of the world everywhere!"

"This time the Yin Division is reopened, the earth is only a god, and the reincarnation of heaven and earth is revived and perfected, not only a simple opportunity for Shinto and immortals, nor is it a feast for the so-called monks, demons, and ghosts. ”

"It's the biggest change in humanity!"

Fang Xiu withdrew his gaze from the painting and looked at Yi Yan, Yi Yan, who looked good enough to be Fang Xiu's grandfather, was like a schoolchild at the moment, as if the young man in front of him was his ancestor.

The old school palace master was respectfully taught, for fear that he would miss a word by mistake.

"Whoever can control the god of the world and the earth, the lord of the mountains and rivers, will be able to control the luck of humanity, and it will affect the situation of the alternation of dynasties and the innovation of Yi Ding. ”

"Let it let that immortal monk, witch priest, and wizard dominate the Shinto, I'm afraid that tens of millions of human races will be enslaved by it, if it falls into the hands of that demon and ghost, I'm afraid that the human dynasty will collapse, and even the human race will fall in an instant!"

Speaking of this, Master Yi Yan instantly thought of the chess game just now, his face changed several times, and finally settled.

The state of mind that was affected by the arrival of Fengsheng was stabilized because of the decision in the heart.

"Feng Sheng's words, the disciple remembers it in his heart!"

"I will never tolerate this world falling into such a situation!"

Fang Xiu nodded and stood up, his supple master's robe straight and straight.

The window of the side house is opened, and you can see the beautiful scenery outside the window, and the osmanthus tree in the courtyard outside has been turned into an ancient tree, which he planted with his own hands.

The original small sapling, after six generations of watering, has become one of the symbols of Xundu School Palace.

Fang Xiu stood with his hands tied, his gaze seemed to have passed through thousands of mountains and rivers, and he saw the entire Dahuan and tens of millions of human races.

"The sons and sages of the Wuxue Palace, as an assistant to the king, build temples of literature in various places, seal the gods of the world and the earth, and suppress the luck of humanity!"

"The saints, sons, sages and tens of millions of disciples and students of the Temple of Literature suppressed the world, occupied the geographical trend of mountains and rivers, enjoyed the luck of humanity, and rested with humanity!"

At this time, Fang Xiu suddenly turned his head, his eyes revealing questions in the vicissitudes of life, as if he was torturing Yi Yan's determination and courage.

"If you lose, you will lose the general trend of the world! Cultural luck will be defeated, and humanity will be lost!"

"Cheng! You are the four saints of the Temple of Literature - Yi Sheng!"

Yi Yanxing bowed to the ground: "Only!"

Fang Xiu had a smile on his face, and handed out the preaching jade slip from his sleeve, at this moment, this white and flawless jade slip had turned into a holy dao weapon to suppress the literary movement, and the Dao aura bloomed from it.

Master Yi Yan turned his hands over his head and took over the preaching jade slip, as if he had inherited the way of a saint and the luck of humanity!

The moment he received the preacher jade slip, Feng Sheng instantly turned into a rain of flowers and dissipated into the air.

The wind blew, the osmanthus trees in the courtyard rustled, and the osmanthus and the flower rain merged into one, swept towards the sky, and turned into a crystal rainbow and scattered.

Xundu School Palace rang the big bell, which resounded throughout Xundu, making tens of millions of Xundu people stop and look into the distance.

The master Yi Yan personally entered the palace and met King Huan, as well as Dazai and Taishi, and left his first son, the first step in the layout of the world.

The princes, sages, and disciples of the school palace who were originally scattered all over the world returned in a few months and gathered in Xundu, which has not seen such a grand scene for many years.

The school palace school, which was originally fighting with each other endlessly, and even had a deep grudge, except for the three sages, did not recognize the other schools at all, and the sages of the sages were reunited.

The sixth master of Xundu Xuegong held the preaching jade slip in his hand, opening a new chapter belonging to Xundu Xuegong and Wendao.

When the princes, witch priests, qi refiners, alchemists and other cultivators stepped into the world one after another, and the demons and demons all began to cultivate virtue and cultivation, confusing sentient beings, and wanting to incarnate as gods.

Under the edict of the king of Dahuan, the temples of the Emperor of Longqiu were built in various parts of Dahuan, which attracted the attention of many people.

And quietly, not to mention the noise, along with the side not far away, there is also the Temple of Literature of Xundu School Palace, large and small school palaces, private schools, and public schools, and they also began to worship the three saints and the sons of each family.

The Three Sages and the Sons and Sages were placed on the altar to enjoy the incense of all beings.

When a large number of disciples and students of the school palace are on the indoctrination side or the ruling party, when their merits are significant, they will naturally be able to get the Shinto induction, and the earthly Shinto edict will leap out under the earth, waiting for their merits to be completed, and they will be canonized as gods after death, and they can also enjoy the incense of the saints of the Confucian Temple together.

Although most of them are gods of land, city gods, or unknown mountains and rivers, and few people become the masters of the mountains and rivers, but the number far exceeds that of monks.