The old master Pingshang came in a carriage, his eyes were fixed on the Xundu Xue Palace floating in the sky in the distance, the stone tablet bloomed with dazzling brilliance, and thousands of palace buildings were hidden in the power of incense projected from the sky.

In the meantime, there are the sound of books, there are great mantras, there are games and debates between the sages, and thousands of disciples of the school palace walk among them like immortals, listening to the flowers blooming and falling, and enjoying the breeze and clouds.

"Original...... It really exists!"

Pingshang has only heard of this place in rumors, and according to legend, the sages wrote books and said that there are great merits in the world, and death is immortal.

Feng Sheng preached jade slip to create an incense blessed land, and the Xundu School Palace was inherited and lasted forever.

Only those who have great merit and sages in the palace can enter this place.

The frame stopped in front of the stele under the light with the music, and the power of the incense flowed like the sun, shining on the Pingshang, and when you raised your head, you could see the temples of literature, the palace, and the academy in the light of the Yangshi.

In this light, you can see the scene of the heyday of the school palace, the picture of educating the world.

"I'm ...... Are you dead?" Pingshang hunched his waist and stepped out of the car, and a horde of ghosts and gods surrounded him, and they climbed up the passage like a heavenly staircase.

"My disciple Pingshang, your longevity is not over, this time it was the saint who summoned you!"

Pingshang's teacher looked at his students with satisfaction, but he didn't expect that this time he had a great opportunity to be in the same lineage, and was appointed by Feng Sheng as the teacher of the fifth saint of Wendao, but at this time, he couldn't say it directly.

can only look at Pingshang solemnly: "There will be a heavy responsibility in my Shangxian Palace, you remember, the luck of Wendao will be placed on you this time!"

Climbing all the way up, the stone steps stretch continuously, as if leading to the sky.

Step by step, with longing, Pingshang is like a pilgrimage to the top.

On the road, there were people nodding to Ping Shang, and Ping Shang felt that the faces of these people were extremely familiar, and every time he saw someone, he immediately found the shadow of the other party from the familiar portraits preserved in the school palace.

Everyone is an ancestor and sage, it is these thousands of people who have created today's era, for Pingshang, this world, if there is no school palace, if there is no them, let those witch sacrifices and monks govern, it will only remain in the ancient barbaric era.

Everyone doesn't know words, etiquette and morality, just like wild beasts and plants, it is with their Xundu School Palace that they have the current era of civilization and prosperity.

When they arrived at the top, even the three beings in the Heavenly Palace on the top of the mountain projected their gaze and fixed their eyes on Ping Shang's body.

Ping Shang raised his head in an instant and exclaimed, "Sage!"

All the way forward, the tall locust flowers on both sides are in full bloom, the legend once in the Xundu School Palace, it is planted with this kind of book, the moon locust fragrance in front of the Xundu School Palace, has become the scene of praise of many poetry students.

Finally, in front of a towering moon locust tree, Heishang finally saw the saints who only existed in legends, not three, but four people wearing master's robes, shining with crystal light, and they stood under the moon locust in the sky.

Hundreds of millions of branches hung down from the tall locust tree, each of which spread out in layers of flowers, purple and red, accompanied by the light of the incense sun in the sky.

The vines swayed, and the flowers collided with each other, and they rang like bells, crisp and pleasant, and penetrating to the heart.

At this moment, for Pingshang, it was like a dream.

Yi Sheng, Yi Sheng, Zhuang Sheng, and the young master who was facing away from him at the moment, admiring the moon locust flower.

That is the legendary Feng Sheng, the saint who opened the school palace and the fortune of Wendao, the figure of the beginning of the ancient times, and only in the oldest annals and historian myths can you find his records.

Pingshang's face also calmed down a little bit, and he once again became the old master who insisted on studying and teaching for decades.

Step by step, stepping on the stone slab paved with white jade, he prostrated on the ground in front of the saint, his big sleeves folded, and he saluted respectfully.

The whole ceremony seemed to have an atmospheric and solemn taste, and Ping Shang's eyes at the moment were as heavy as a chime.

"The twenty-third generation master of Shangxian Academy, Pingshang, meet the saint!"

The saint, who had been watching the flowers all along, finally came back to his senses from the beautiful scenery of the sea of flowers, stepped forward, and the sea of vines and flowers hanging down in tens of thousands of years also swayed.

The other three saints followed him, and with him looked at the Pingshang who was kneeling on the ground.

The eyes of the four saints were on him, and Ping Shang felt as if four mountains were pressing on him, but he knew that this was probably the most glorious moment of his life, and he also felt as if he had been chosen, what kind of mission he would carry.

As if after thinking about it for a long time, Feng Sheng, who was the leader, finally spoke, and the rumbling voice poured into Pingshang's ears like the sound of the Great Dao: "The hundred-year period is approaching, and the fifth saint of Wendao has appeared, and he will worship under your door!"

Even if Ping Shang had guessed before, he trembled with excitement at this moment, and he threw up his hand: "I will definitely live up to the trust of the saint!"

Feng Sheng nodded: "There are three people who have come into your door this time. ”

"Tang Li is the fifth saint of humanity I have chosen, and he will preach the Jade Jane, and he will create an era of the heroic spirit of literature and Taoism, and from then on, the disciples of the Xue Palace will also be able to practice. ”

Fang Xiu stretched out his hand, and a volume of preaching jade slips was handed to him by Zhuang Sheng Zhuang Li, of course, the real preaching jade slips had already been integrated with the entire Xundu School Palace, and had become a thing that carried the soul of the sages and the incense and luck of the school palace, and it could not be easily shaken.

This preaching jade slip had already become an incense artifact, and after reaching the fourth order, Fang Xiu imitated the divine spirit system, and from this preaching jade slip, he could peel off a Dao origin seed and plant it into the human body.

It can make people like believers, practice through this seed, and cultivate the aura of Haoran through this powerful incense artifact.

And the deeper they read the scriptures, the deeper their connection with this preaching jade slip became, and the stronger they became, and they were even able to use the scriptures of the sages to perform spells and use the power of the ancient sages.

At this point, the Academy truly entered the era of rise, becoming an important part of suppressing the luck of humanity and the fate of the human race, and forming a balance with the increasingly powerful monks who can do whatever they want.

Otherwise, if these monks are allowed to do whatever they want day after day, I am afraid that in the end, the entire human race will be completely destroyed.

They use the power of the preaching jade slip to step into the practice, and after death, they will also become a part of the preaching jade slip, in this Xundu school palace, into the spirit of the sage, like a cycle.

A disciple of the Academy Palace will refine this magic weapon all the way to the point of a seventh-order immortal weapon, and may even directly reach the eighth-order.

At this point, this is no longer an ordinary magic weapon, but an existence similar to the legendary Immortal Cave Heaven, Elysium, and the Divine Kingdom of Another World.

"Gaicang is the reincarnation of the ancient power, and the pursuit is the cultivation of immortality, and he has his own destiny in the future, so you are only responsible for guiding him and teaching him the method of cultivation. ”

"As for the burden!"

Feng Sheng's voice paused, this person was an unexpected person, and he didn't arrange what he should do at all: "Let it be up to him to decide." ”

Fengsheng waved his sleeves, like the light of the scorching sun shining down from the mountain, brushing over the entire Xundu School Palace.

In the Yang World, the master and son Pingshang in the dilapidated school palace finally slowly opened his eyes, holding a scroll of white jade books that exuded a clear light like the moon.