Xun has not yet been established in Dahuan, when the Xun tribe, the Xun people have lived here, relying on an ancient ruins to build, is the deepest foundation of Dahuan, it can be said that everything in Dahuan is from this ruins.

Therefore, even if there have been various changes in the past hundred years, the capital of Dahuan has not changed here, but even if the place has not changed, Xundu is no longer the same as Xundu a hundred years ago.

The ox cart that Fang Xiu rode in was not the kind of carriage that he carried, but the carriage used to pull the goods, Fang Xiu lay upside down on the goods, his head rested on his hands, and a hat was placed on his body, looking at both sides of the avenue, just like when he left Xundu.

Everything is different from a hundred years ago, whether it is people, houses, or castles.

Things are not people, and the vicissitudes of life.

A hundred years of recuperation, the fertile earth and the world that has never had a major natural disaster or war, the civilization that is constantly being promoted and the world under the influence of monks, aliens, and witch sacrifices are like a carriage that is constantly spurred on, rushing all the way along the avenue.

The thatched houses, the wide streets, and the cattle, sheep, and slaves that filled the streets have all disappeared, and what has appeared are green bricks and green tiles, and there are bustling markets, liquor stores, and shops.

The horses neighed, the carriages rolled by, no longer the exclusive property of the clan witch festival, and the shops and shops went in and out, and the cattle and horses dragged goods in and out.

The simple and vegetable-colored common people no longer have the situation of being closed or even naked on the streets, people wear dark cloth clothes, brown wisps, no longer wear tattoos, tie their hair with crowns, and are polite.

There are also students with wooden crowns, and you can see signboards with words written on them, banners waving in the wind, and walls with notices on the streets.

The words went deep into the corners, and Fang Xiu, who saw this scene, didn't know why, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled, and a smile appeared in his eyebrows.

The ox cart went up the steep slope and followed the crowd and the carts to a stone bridge, under which there was a hewn river, which was connected from the moat outside the city to the branch of the great river, which had not been done for a hundred years.

Standing here, looking back, you can see the scenery of the city.

Tens of millions of green tile houses stretch into the distance, pavilions and pavilions are everywhere, people are boiling, and the traffic is busy.

The Maiden Mai on the bridge hugged her father's arm and showed an innocent smile, the boatman under the bridge easily propped up the boat pole, and the old man in the distant shopkeeper was sweating profusely with the goods on his back.

Fang Xiu stood up and looked into the distance, feeling like he had dreamed back a hundred years for a moment, and he had also stood here and looked back.

Fang Xiu's face lost his mind for a moment, he felt that the years were in a hurry, time was like a shuttle, and he was just one of the passers-by, no matter how high or low his status was, no matter how strong or weak, he couldn't keep that time.

When passing through the street in the north of the city, passing by a simple but exquisite school palace, it becomes lively and vigorous, and the Xundu School Palace, which originally had only one courtyard, has become a large continuous building, but the architectural style has not changed greatly from the beginning, and it is still as simple and unpretentious as it was at the beginning.

There are thousands of students and disciples in it, and I don't know how many great sages and great people have come out of here for a hundred years, leaving their names in history and changing the world, and this is no longer a simple school palace for teaching and educating people, but a holy place for scholars in the world.

All countries have established sects, established various doctrines, and educated all the sons and sages of the world from here or have an inextricable relationship with here, and I don't know how many people come here every year.

The gate of the school palace is open, and no one is ever forbidden to enter and exit, but when everyone enters and exits, they will bow to the stone tablet of the Xundu school palace at the door, which is said to be the holy trace left by Fengsheng himself.

It was Fengsheng who erected this stone tablet here, established the Xundu School Palace, and preached the world, so that they were born.

There were many people in front of the door and in the courtyard, and when I heard several scholars standing in front of the door, debating the question of good and evil in life, who could speak convincingly, I saw hundreds of people cheering and raising their arms and waving their sleeves together.

The moon locust vine flowers in front of the door and in the courtyard are in full bloom, the flower vines are swaying with the autumn wind, beautiful and incomprehensible, blowing with the wind, the petals are scattered all over the sky, passing by Fang Xiu who passed by here in a carriage, and fell into his hands.

Fang Xiu looked at the familiar stone tablet of Xundu Academy, and passed by many disciples and students of Xundu Academy, no one noticed that this man, who looked young, had preached here nearly a hundred years ago.

Fang Xiu twisted the fallen petals and sniffed lightly: "It's back again!"

"Here, here!" The strong man driving the ox cart turned around to remind the white-faced young man behind, but found that the figure lying behind had long since disappeared, leaving only the sprinkled moon locust vine flowers.

The name of the master of Xundu School Palace is Yi Yan, since the departure of the three saints, all the sons and sages have dispersed, and the literary fortune of Xundu School Palace seems to have been divided by all the sons and sages.

The doctrines of the sons and sages in various countries are extremely prosperous and develop, and although the Xundu School Palace is still a place of literature and saints, it is no longer as prosperous as when the sons and sages gathered in the Xundu School Palace.

Yi Yan sat in the quiet room on the side of the library at the back wearing a master's robe, which seemed to have been handed down from the first generation of Fuzifeng's period, and had not changed since.

Although the front yard is not forbidden for people to enter and exit, the library behind it is absolutely not allowed to enter or leave unless the master allows it.

The library is full of manuscripts, scriptures, and doctrines left by the three sages, including the "Preaching" left by the life and remarks of Fengsheng compiled by Zhuang Sheng, the "Boundless" left by Zhuang Sheng, the "Asking Dao" compiled by Yisheng throughout his life, and the twenty-four disciples of Fengsheng, and the scriptures and meanings copied by the later sons and sages, all of which are the most important foundation of Xundu Xuegong.

Yi Yan carefully flipped through the scrolls left by the three sages and the sages, even if he had read them more than a thousand times, but every time he read them, he had his own new insights, and the scriptures, doctrines, and avenues left by the three sages and the sages were worth interpreting in his life.

Yi Yan is not young, he is fifty and two this year, he is a disciple of Yi Sheng, and at this age, he naturally hopes to be able to leave his own doctrine and truth like the sons of the Three Sages, so as to pass on to future generations.

Yi Yan spread out the white scroll in front of him, took the brush and wiped it on the inkstone, but stopped after a few strokes.

"No! no!"

Yi Yan pondered for a long time, and finally stood up, wanting to pick up the jade slip placed on the table next to him, but the old palm poked over and found that the jade slip was no longer far away.

"Huh?"

Master Yi Yan looked over suspiciously, and saw that on the side of the table, a man dressed like him was sitting on the mat, leaning against the wall and holding the white jade-like jade slip, spreading it out and reading slowly.

"Put it down! The preaching jade slip is the token of the master of Xundu, the thing of the school palace preaching!"

"Who are you a student, so ignorant of the rules!"

Even with Yi Yan's qi cultivation kung fu, he was furious at this moment, the young man in front of him broke into the important place of the library without permission, and also privately flipped through the jade slips of the preaching, which is a thing inherited from the school palace that only the master can touch, and each generation of masters will pass it on to the next generation of Xundu school palace masters before they die.

Fang Xiu watched the thousands of words on the jade slip of preaching continue to pass by, and the entire jade slip recorded not only the doctrines and scriptures of the various schools of the great sages, but also the official history and the remarks of a large number of historical figures.

Looking at the master Yi Yan in front of him, who was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, he said lightly: "I was also a master!"

"Nonsense, where are you coming from......"

Before Yi Yan finished speaking, his eyes suddenly swept over the portrait of the saint hanging on the wall, and the three saints of literature were standing tall, like shining through the mountains and rivers, igniting the sun of humanity and civilization.

One of the men at the head was holding a preaching jade slip, his eyes were as deep as if he had passed through thousands of years, and there was a line of vigorous small characters in the lower corner.

"In the beginning of ancient times, who preached!"

The pen is full of vicissitudes.

Yi Yan turned his head and looked at the man holding the jade slip with an indifferent and deep gaze.

His face and demeanor are the same as those above the portrait.