"Evangelist Yujian?" the middle-aged scholar looked at the light with his head held high, rising little by little from the bottom of the river, illuminating the entire river and the earth, shining on them.

"That's the preaching jade slip!" A disciple of the school palace stood up and looked at the jade slip in the light dumbfounded, even if he had not seen the real thing, but the portrait of the master holding this jade slip in the hands of the masters of the past dynasties, and the statue of the saint of the Confucian Temple holding the preaching jade slip, was deeply engraved in the heart of every disciple of the school palace.

In the sky-high light, a roll of white jade slips rises and falls in it, on which you can see countless words flowing, each word is as heavy as a mountain, carrying the luck of the school palace and the world's Wendao incense.

In the light, you can see the palaces, academies, and temples of literature, and you can see the scenes of scholars from all over the world studying in these buildings, and you can hear the sound of children reading aloud.

Even more able to see the image of the sages preaching, and see the scene of the heyday of the entire school palace when the sages worshiped under the door of the sage.

The scene of the saint standing in the sky with a jade slip in his hand kept flashing, which shocked everyone present and made everyone tremble, and everyone burst into tears, as if they had seen the scene of the sages gathering in the school palace again.

"Found it! Evangelist Jade Jane has appeared!" a disciple of a Mingxun Duxue Palace student was overjoyed.

"Heaven bless my palace!" the saint protects us!" the old scholar danced and shouted.

"Shang Kang, Yuan, you ......" The old man looked at his two students, who were about to jump onto the river to retrieve the preacher jade slip.

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"River...... River ...... Someone seems to have it!" One of the students noticed something, pointed to the river and asked everyone.

"Bang!" the whole world fell silent for a moment, and only the sound of the water splashing could be heard, not loud, but clear through everyone's ears.

It was the hooves of a dragon horse, like a dragon, stepping into the river, and the ripples set off were flowing with the photonics, unscrewing a beautiful circle of water.

At this time, a person on the bank of the river seemed to appear in front of everyone's eyes as if the sun was rising, and the light of the preaching jade slip overflowed the entire river surface, turning into bands of light and passing along the river.

The light of the preacher jade slip brought up the power to blow Ryoma's fiery red hair, like a burning flame beating on the water.

A man rode a dragon horse across the river in the white light world, and the robe on his body transformed little by little in the light, turning into a black and red master's robe, and the simple patterns danced slowly in the light.

"That's?" the middle-aged scholar's gaze was full of disbelief and horror.

"How is that possible?" the old man's gaze was glazed, as if something that broke his obsession appeared in front of him.

"Saint?" a disciple of the Famous School Palace exclaimed in shock, the face of that person was exactly the same as the face of the saint they must visit every day and remembered in their minds since childhood.

The god-like man rode a dragon horse like a flame on the surface of the river, and with each step, large lotus leaves and pale pink buds were constantly produced on the surface of the river, and as the dragon horse approached, it seemed to be stepping on the white lotus flowers under the hooves of the flames.

He walked in the blazing white world, giving birth to lotus flowers step by step, and the whole river bloomed for several miles of lotus flowers, and heaven and earth seemed to sing praises to him.

This scene is like the legendary gods and Buddhas coming to the world, and the saints are coming.

The Great Dao Sacred Voice in the Preaching Jade Slip became louder and louder, and the light of the Preaching Jade Slip rose like a vast sun as he approached.

Seeing this scene, the disciples and students of the Academy Palace trembled with excitement one by one, and their eyes revealed endless fanaticism and ecstasy, and hundreds of people all fell to the ground, choked up so that they couldn't even say a word.

For them, the saint is the supreme being, all their beliefs.

Feng Sheng walked to the middle of the river in the flow of brilliance to the sky, stretched out his hand, and the preaching jade slip like the blazing sun slowly fell into the hands of the harvest.

A huge force was lifted from the river, and a huge wave spread out towards the surroundings, accompanied by the aura of the preaching jade slip, and the lotus flowers and lotus leaves scattered for miles shook their heads.

Feng Sheng looked at the other side of the river, and his eyes reflected the beings of heaven and earth and the vicissitudes of the sea, as if he was the only one left in the world.

"A hundred years later, when a saint comes out with a preaching jade. ”

"Wendao Dachang!"

The words of the saint rang in the hearts of all people like the bells of heaven and earth, and were deeply imprinted in their minds.

Then, Feng Sheng no longer looked at them, holding the preaching jade slip, accompanied by a dragon roar, the dragon horse under the saint's seat instantly turned into a dragon, and the big river moved together, rolling up a monstrous wave and heading upstream.

The dragon swept the river upstream, and the tens of millions of water tribes on the river moved together, as if they were going to jump over the dragon gate and ascend to the heavenly realm with it.

Finally, with a dragon's roar, the dragon rushed into the sky, and the wind and clouds surged, and the saint disappeared into the clouds along with the dragon's shadow.

The actinics are gone, and everything is calm.

Only the endless lotus leaves and lotus flowers remained, the wind blew, and the disciples and students of Xundu School Palace couldn't help but feel excited, the scene just now was like a big dream, which made people can't believe that it was real.

"A hundred years later, when a saint comes out with a preaching jade. The old man silently uttered these words, and looked at the sky.

Wen Dao...... Dachang!" The students seemed to see hope from these four words.

The disciples of Xundu Xuegong bowed repeatedly on the bank of the big river, and some people took the lotus leaf lotus, and finally said goodbye on the bank of the big river and ran to the four directions.

A few days later, Nashao pushed the border to the border of the original Dahuan Wangji, and the army approached, and the originally rich and prosperous Dahuan Wangji area was also plunged into war and strife.

The border war is only a few hundred miles away from Xundu, and once there is an accident, or the Liuqing and Long Wei of Shaoguo are dispatched, they can directly enter Xundu and endanger this ancient capital.

The friction between Pan and Shao became more and more serious, and at the same time, Gao Guo reached a consensus with Shao because of the strength and pressure of Pan, and at the same time Chen Bing was on the border of Panguo.

Other princely tribes, large and small, also began to move, losing the suppression of Dahuan, and their ambitions and desires also began to swell.

The Duke of Panguo decided to move the capital, abandoned the Xundu that had been inherited by Dahuan for hundreds of years, and moved the Huan Palace to the north, along with the tens of thousands of commoners and Qing doctors in the Xundu, they will also move to the north with the Huan Wang.

Xundu, the ancient capital that has been established for hundreds of years, the original Xunren tribe land, and later the important town of Xunguo, as well as the capital of Dahuan, has prospered for hundreds of years, witnessing the rise and prosperity of the human race.

In the end, it still couldn't resist the boom and bust, and it died.

Along with everything, it was drowned in the dust of history.