At the top of Lan Mountain, the birds retreated, and the vision of heaven and earth dissipated.

The ink giant looks at the world.

In his eyes, there were a few extraordinarily bright points of light.

Everything in the past and even today in this world appeared in front of his eyes.

The heart is clear.

If someone wants to borrow the power of the Mo family, it doesn't hurt.

Jumping beam clown ears.

Turning his head to look at Xu Qiao, who was covered in blood and had only a piece of white bone left in his right hand holding the sword, he bowed his head slightly, "The Mo family is very fortunate to have you." ”

It's a pity that I'm not Fan Wenzheng.

Although they are all Confucian saints, they can't be as fleshy as Fan Wenzheng.

Motioning to Xu Miao to deal with the wound, Mo Juxia didn't look at the two dead soldiers of the Mo family kneeling in the shadows in the distance, and gently patted the long sword on his waist, "A lot of truth is told with a sword, but today, I want to talk to them calmly." ”

Xu sat cross-legged and broke his right hand, which was only a white bone.

Fainted in pain.

The ink giant looked not far away and waved his hand.

The two dead men of the Mo family glanced at each other, hesitated for a moment, but still came out of the shadows, walked in front of the ink giant, and bent down to salute: "I have seen the ancestor of the Juzi." ”

Mo Juxia nodded, "Bandage his wounds, I'll go and go back." ”

When the words fell, the breeze rose.

Sweep hundreds of miles.

On the top of Lanshan Mountain, there is no longer a saint of the Mo family.

Hundreds of miles away, because Li Ruyu and Wang Yue, Guo Xie were razed to the flat Shimiao Town, under the support of the government, it has once again had a scale, the old house has become a new building, and the people are happy to be tight.

Even with the sage temple halfway up the small stone mountain behind Shimiao Town, the incense is also a lot stronger.

The temple surnamed Fan is very happy about this.

As for whether those who come to the incense sincerely donate incense money, or take the opportunity to see the beautiful Taoist aunt, Fan surnamed Miaozhu doesn't care much, and things are like this in the red dust.

Why do you need to take everything to heart.

The people in Shimiao Town, no one knows how the Dao Gu in the Sage Temple came from, only that after the thunder and fire destroyed the town, the Dao Gu who liked the black skirt but wore the Dao crown lived in the Sage Temple.

Daogu does not wear a sword.

Just carry a whisk with you, and there are three thousand troubles.

Soon, there were rumors in the town, some people said that it was the concubine surnamed Fan Miaozhu, but the person who said this kind of thing would probably be unlucky for a day or two, and it would not hurt the bad luck.

For example, the old cow in the family suddenly ran away, and he looked for it in a panic for two days, and the old cow ran back by himself, and for example, after a widower said obscenities in front of Daogu and Fan Miaozhu, he found that his tongue was swollen the next day, and he was scared half to death.

There are also good rumors, saying that Daogu is a monster, and the thunder and fire that day was that she was making waves, and then she was subdued by Fan Shengren, so she stayed in the saint temple to practice.

All kinds of rumors are trivial matters.

After everything was clear, Fan surnamed Miaozhu stood in front of the stone fence in front of the sage temple, and said to the Taoist aunt who was cleaning the incense burner in the main hall with a gentle smile: "The sage of the Mo family is here." ”

Dao Gu's heart is like stopping water, and she should not be silent.

After being killed by Li Ruyu in the battle that day, she died once, and she was discouraged, and she just wanted to cultivate in this life, and no longer asked about the past and future generations.

Miaozhu surnamed Fan suddenly stumbled and sighed: "This surname Mo is not kind!" ”

When the words fall, there is also a fresh breeze.

The breeze swept hundreds of miles.

Hundreds of miles away in Guanyun Mountain, on the top of the mountain surrounded by clouds and mist all the year round, the old pine that sits like a reader catching a book, after the breeze, a young man with a sword appears.

The sword boy Mo Juxia stroked the long sword on his waist, stared at Lao Song for a while, and took a step back.

The sword intent is high.

I want to cut the old pine.

The next moment, the breeze was blowing, and Miaozhu surnamed Fan appeared on the bank of the old pine, bending down and saluting: "Junior Fan Zhongyan, I have seen Mr." ”

All are saints.

But Mo Juxia is a senior, and there is nothing wrong with Fan surnamed Miaozhu saluting like this.

People respect each other.

Mo Juxia did not accept the gift of the temple surnamed Fan, and turned sideways slightly, "Don't dare to be a gentleman." ”

Fan surnamed Miaozhu smiled, "Deserve it." ”

Mo Juxia frowned, "You are also an alien sanctification?" ”

Fan surnamed Miaozhu looked embarrassed, you and I are both saints, is it a bit out of place to say these things, since you are a Confucian saint, and you advocate love, then it doesn't matter whether you are a stranger or not.

Mo Juxia didn't care, "Your sentence 'worry about the world first and then the joy of the world' is very good." ”

Fan surnamed Miaozhu smiled, "It's ridiculous." ”

Mo Juxia didn't beat around the bush anymore, "Since you are a saint, you are a saint and look down on the world at the top of the mountain in the prosperous world, but you can also." However, the troubled times are coming, why sit back and watch the lives of the world be destroyed, is it not insulting to the name of the saint. ”

Miaozhu surnamed Fan sighed, "I'm just a scholar, and besides, that ancient woman in Lin'an—"

After a pause, "Now that Mr. has entered the Holy Age, he should know about it." ”

The ink giant looked south.

Silent.

There is that ancient woman Zhang Tianxia, this Fan Sage is really powerless, and even the sage on the bank of the Bianhe River has to sit alone on the grass mound to see the world, unable to change the shocking situation of that ancient woman.

After a long time, Mo Juxia made a salute, a scholar's salute: "May your words be shared by everyone in the world." ”

The worries of the world are worried, and the joys of the world are happy.

In fact, it is the same as his own non-attack and love.

If everyone in the hundreds of millions of Li people has this thought, why worry that the world is not attacking, and why worry that the world is not loved.

This is the prosperity of Datong.

Confucianism, after all, is in the same vein.

"Farewell."

The breeze is born, and the ink giant takes the breeze and goes thousands of miles.

The Fan surname Miaozhu only sighed.

The breeze swept thousands of miles, blowing across the Bianhe River, rippling with ripples, and the ink giant appeared in front of the grass mound out of thin air, bending down and saluting, "Junior Mo Zhai, I have seen Taigong." ”

Inside the mound, the straight-hooked angler opened his eyes.

Be silent.

A soldier and a Confucian saint are not harmonious.

Or even refute.

Mo Juxia didn't expect that the saint of the ancestor of the military family would discuss with him with a pleasant face, this time he came here, it was just a courtesy, compared to this military saint, Mo Juxia was more willing to sit and discuss with Fan Wenzheng.

The breeze regenerates, blows through thousands of mountains and rivers, and goes straight to Lin'an.

In the courtyard of Qin Tianjian, the woman was dressed in colorful clothes, sitting quietly on a chair, eating snacks and pure-hearted porridge, and on the table in front of her, there were a few books to pass the time.

It doesn't work.

The saint travels thousands of miles, which will make the empress wait for a long time.

The old eunuch was accompanied by the attendant normally, and he was also given a seat, and he accompanied the woman to talk about some trivial things.

For example, if Zhang Heluo is unwilling to come to Lin'an, then the post of Qintian Supervisor can be handed over to Yu Ban.

If Zhang Heluo is willing to come to Lin'an, it will be better.

still let Yu Ban serve as Qin Tianjian, Consul General - anyway, according to Zhang Heluo's stubborn nature, she doesn't care about the trivial things of Qin Tianjian, it is better to just let her hang an honorary prison.

The old eunuch also said a lot of things, saying that the white-haired old Taoist priest in Qingcheng didn't have to worry, he was a real born person.

It is said that the game of one dragon with the same root can no longer be cut.

He also said that the fortune teller who shot at the top of Lanshan Mountain is an idle cloud and wild crane, and he probably won't harm the Daliang River.

In the end, he also said that Zuo Ci in the north and the sage teacher beside Yue Dan are all strangers, but the Dao method is limited, and it is probably on par with Yu Ban, plus Zhang Yuanji of the Heavenly Master's Mansion can restrain him.

It is far inferior to the master of the game of laying a dragon with the same root.

In the last remarks, there was still a trace of selfishness in taking care of the Heavenly Master Mansion of Longhu Mountain.

The woman knew it in her heart.

The old eunuch was explaining what was going on, but he agreed one by one.

With the credit of the old eunuch, within three generations of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, they should all be honored by the Daliang Imperial Court, in this case, how about making the Heavenly Master's Mansion the respect of Taoism?

He had already given a plaque "The World's Daozun".

The old eunuch's face suddenly perked, "It's here." ”

The woman nodded.

Didn't get up.

It seems that it is not a saint who came, but just a courtier of Da Liang, and the clouds are light and the wind is very light.

But it's just her.

In fact, at this moment, the entire Ouchi is like a great enemy.

All the forbidden swords in the Inner Palace are unsheathed, Qin Tianjian is enshrined under the leadership of Yu Ban, all waiting outside Qin Tianjian, the four swords in the sword room, Yan Qing, Qingyi Xiucai and another sword have been sent to the western front, and the only sword is an old man.

The old man sat in a pavilion with a rare solemn face.

A rare sword.

Sword intent broke through the sky.

The old man is Yan Qing's master, the strongest sword in the sword room, and his kendo cultivation is far above the Qingyi Xiucai.

The inner servant Zuo knew Xue Shengtang, and stood beside the old man with an iron bow.

Hand-held ironworker.

On the table were three spiral iron arrows.

The scythes that had not been sent out of the Kamafang rained down on the shadows of Ouchi.

As for whether the strange house in the Zhao house also poured out of the nest, it is unknown, anyway, the momentum that the entire Ouchi Palace invisibly exuded, the birds did not cross.

Waiting for the saints.

However, it cannot block the breeze.

The books on the table in front of the empress were turned over by the breeze in the crackling.

Until the ink giant, the breeze arrives first.

The woman frowned.

As a king, it would be fine if the book was flipped by the gust of wind, but this is the breeze born of the ink giant, which is undoubtedly a kind of arrogance, and the woman naturally does not like it.

Between the frowns, the few books that were opened, like invisible big hands, suddenly turned back.

The breeze blows again.

The book does not move at all, like iron casting.

The old eunuch raised an eyebrow and smiled.

In this way, even if I die, I should rest assured that this strange woman who is guarded by me as a daughter.

The ink giant came out of the breeze and looked at the woman in the colorful clothes.

The woman also looked at the young saint with the sword.

Speechless for a moment.

After a while, Mo Juxia finally bent down and saluted: "Your Majesty is polite." ”

Of course, Confucian sages have to be reasonable.

Unfortunately, Confucianism does have a saying that the monarchs of heaven and earth are the kings and teachers, and the kings are in the list, so even if the ink giant is a saint, he still has to salute the empress.

The empress sat there, and after receiving a salute peacefully, she said slowly: "What happened to the saint?" ”

Mo Juxia didn't answer immediately, and laughed first: "This is Your Majesty's hospitality?" ”

At this moment, the Ouchi Imperial Palace has a turbulent killing intent.

Among them, there is a sword and a bow that Mo Juxia cares about very much, these two people join forces, plus the old eunuch Zhengzhang Normal, and a certain master, they can really kill themselves, a Confucian sage.

The empress smiled, "The saint doesn't greet him, how can he be a courtesy." ”

Mo Juxia also knew that he was wrong, and he didn't want to argue with the empress on this, and he also knew that he was likely to not be able to talk about this strange woman, so he smiled: "It's just one thing here." ”

The woman waved her hand, "Impossible." ”

Before the ink giant entered the sainthood, the words he preached, the world heard it.

The woman also heard it.

And as a king, she has heard countless propositions, and she is also the person in the world who has the fastest understanding of Mo Juxia's proposition, I have to say that Mo Juxia's proposition can indeed be called a saint.

Do not lose Fan Wenzheng's worries and worries about the world first, and the joy of the world after that.

However......

No way.

In the cool world, in the current situation, no one can achieve this saint's non-offensive and loving proposition.

Even if she is the empress of the ages, she can't do it.

The ink giant sighed, his hand behind him, and the long sword at his waist trembled slightly.

The woman sneered, not afraid at all, "Why, I want to reason, but I find that there is nowhere to reason, so you, a Confucian sage, want to use the sword to reason with me, if so, I am sure you will be even more disappointed." ”

I am the King of Daliang.

Don't be afraid of saints.

Mo Juxia laughed, "Actually, I'm also a swordsman. ”

The woman bowed her head, "So what?" ”

immediately added, "This is the so-called love of you, a saint, and the so-called love of the world does not include me, the empress?" ”

It's a sharp statement.

Ink Giant was speechless...... No matter how you refute it, it's wrong.

If you admit it, then the talk of love will naturally become empty words, and without love, there is no attack.

And if he doesn't admit it, then what reason do he have to sword the empress?

The woman smiled proudly, and some of the little daughters were so delicate that they were born like a spring breeze and the beauty of the fragrant incense of the mountain flowers, even if it was the sage Mo Juxia, seeing the woman's delicate smile like a girl, she couldn't help but sigh.

It is said that Princess Su Su is a goblin.

As everyone knows, in this cool world, the real goblin is the empress of Zhang Guo.

After all, he is a saint.

The woman didn't let Mo Juxia get off the stage, and after this laugh, it was enough to get off the horse, so she said gently: "The doctrine of the saint is not attack and love, and I am also pleased." ”

Restrained his smile, "I think this is also a prosperous move." ”

Mo Juxia sighed, "Then why is Your Majesty unwilling to withdraw the troops?" ”

The woman raised her left hand for a long time, cocked her five fingers, and picked up a trace of dust left by the previous hand with her right hand, still speaking slowly.

Diwei got it just right.

It can make the ink giant feel the emperor's power, but it will not make the ink giant feel uncomfortable.

"It's not that I'm unwilling to collect troops, it's that all the people in the world are unwilling to defend and collect troops, it's the splendid mountains and rivers that are decades after this prosperous era are unwilling to let me collect troops.

Ink Giant understands.

Although he always felt that his proposition was the way, he had to admit that what the empress said was also reasonable.

……

……

In the Jinguan City in Shuzhong, the black-clothed literati sat alone in the courtyard.

Sleepless tonight.

Since the Mo family became sanctified and Da Liang reappeared as a saint, the black-clothed literati opened the Tang poems in Tsing Yi, and even the arrival of Zhao Changyi was politely rejected by him, and he did not sleep tonight and did not see guests.

He's waiting.

Wait for a meeting that can determine the general trend of the world.

For the first time, the face of the black-clothed literati, who had never had an expression, showed a sense of uncertainty and an emptiness that he could not control things.

If you are beyond your own surprises, then there will be a terrible battle tonight.

Battle to Kill the Saints!

……

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On the Luofu Mountain in Huizhou on Guangnan East Road, there are green oxen flicking their tails, comfortably turning over the mountain.

The shepherd boy sits on the back of an ox.

In the eyes of the shepherd boy, he only looks at the world and does not see things.

There is purple qi in the body.

patted the young man and said that there are really many talents under the disciple of that scholar, there were seventy-two disciples back then, and now there are two saints in Daliang, which makes me a little envious.

It's a pity that Confucianism is the truth of the lips after all, and it is not as free and easy as the ancestor of the military family.

This saint also has to be deflated by the strange woman of the ages.

Saints are not easy to make.

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