In mid-October, when Feng Qingyan went north to the long pavilion, the sky was high and the clouds were getting cold. The so-called change of years, the cycle of the four seasons, a leaf knows autumn, and a piece of frost enters winter. By the time he had slain the "weird" in the Netherworld and cleaned up the demons, it was already the end of winter.

The grass and trees withered, the stinging insects were dormant, and the snow in the north covered the sky.

Mo Dao was late, and he knew that the winter nights were long.

Early morning.

The people struggled to get up from the warm bed, opened the door, and a knife-like chill rushed towards them, scraping their cheeks painfully.

Touch!

The door slammed shut.

At this time, whether it is in the yard or in the vast field, there is a thick layer of snowflakes. The white breath exhaled from the nose and mouth rose gently, slowly dissipated, and seemed to be condensing, and the people shook their bodies and rubbed their hands and said, "It's so cold!"

On the streets of Bocheng.

The hawker was already shouting the trumpet......

In the courtyards on the south bank of the Lingshui River, students also had to get up in pain, hurriedly put on light fur or robes and other warm clothing, and hurried to the academy in the cold wind.

In front of the main gate of the academy, there are several teachers wearing thick robes.

"I've seen the teachings. ”

"I've seen the teachings. ”

The students who arrived hurriedly saluted.

The teacher just nodded slightly, and his eyes fell on the hill on the side of the academy, and his eyes were full of satisfaction.

Because on that white mountain, there are already many students who are reading in the cold wind.

Such as Helian Mountain, Yan Shan and other students.

"When the gentleman left, the academy seemed a little deserted. ”

Some teachers looked around.

"Definitely. ”

There is a teacher nodding.

However, it can only be said relatively.

Although there are now more literati and artists in Bocheng than ever before, the academy without a gentleman, and Bocheng without a gentleman, seems to be indeed "deserted" a lot.

In the consciousness of many people, as long as there is a gentleman.

Even if there are only a few thousand people in Bocheng, they will not feel deserted, and without a gentleman, even if there are 100,000 people in Bocheng, they will feel deserted.

At present, the students and teaching of the college are like this.

"The gentleman went to the Wanli Long Pavilion, and it has been more than a month, why haven't you come back?" Youjiao Xi was a little curious, then shook his head and said: "If you don't rush back, I'm afraid you will miss the position of senior brother." ”

"Except for a gentleman, who can be the senior brother of the academy?"

At this time, a young teacher smiled dumbly and added, "Who dares to be a senior brother?"

The other teachers nodded when they heard this.

Apart from the gentleman, who can be the senior brother of the academy?

Who dares to be a big brother?

Although it is said that the position of the senior brother of the academy is a bit of a chicken for a gentleman who is a virtual saint. However, the position of the senior brother of the academy should be the honor of a gentleman, and it should also be one of the journeys of outstanding disciples of Confucianism......

This is a kind of consummation.

Moreover, the position of the senior brother of the college represents not only honor, but also powerful power. Not only is it equivalent to the great teachings of the College, but it can also represent the College when it walks the world.

And the one who can represent the academy, except for the academy master, is the senior brother.

Not even the Great Teachings.

Of course, the Great Edict represents the will of the head of the Academy, and it can also be said to represent the Academy.

That's not the most important thing.

The most important thing is that only the senior brother of the Eighty-one Academy of Confucianism can compete for the position of Holy Son. And only the Holy Son can become the head of the sect......

This is the reason why Senior Brother was able to suppress the Great Teaching.

Therefore, even if Feng Qingyan becomes a true saint, if he is not a senior brother of the academy, let alone a holy son, he cannot be the leader of Confucianism.

Unless usurper.

In the age of all saints, the status of the leader was higher than that of the saints.

There have even been cases where the sect leader is just a half-saint, and a group of saints make a pilgrimage to the half-saint.

Now Feng Qingyan is just a virtual saint, that is, the common respect of the world, naturally because the saint has returned to seclusion, and he is the only virtual saint in the whole world.

But the status of the sect leader is still higher than that of the Void Saint.

"The gentleman hasn't returned for so long, will something happen?"

There is a teacher who mutters for a while.

"It is rumored that the Sect Master has already gone to the Ten Thousand Miles Long Pavilion, and countless great sages have rushed to support, what can happen?"

The young teacher smiled, not too worried.

Their news was still more than a month ago, and they didn't know that Feng Qingyan led 100,000 fierce spirits into the Netherworld, and they didn't know that the sect leader of the three sects of Confucianism and Mofa had just arrived at the Long Pavilion and immediately turned east.

Boom –

At this moment, it was like a bolt from the blue.

A holy and flawless white light seemed to suddenly explode from the sky, causing the entire heaven and earth to tremble slightly.

The teachers in front of the gate of the academy were all taken aback and immediately looked up.

They saw a dazzling and holy white light in the sky, as if a saint had come into the world, and they were all a little shocked.

What is it?

Holy Light?

They felt the breath of white light, and it seemed to be holy light.

But how did the sky suddenly burst with holy light?

"Hey, there seems to be something in the Light. The young teacher was a little surprised, so he squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and indeed saw something in the dazzling holy light, "Look...... It's like a jade plaque. ”

"Jade?"

"What is this?"

"Is it a holy treasure?"

The teaching in front of the gate of the academy was very curious.

At this time, whether it was in the academy or in Bocheng, there were many people looking up at the sky, curiously looking at the holy light that suddenly appeared.

"Could it be that a saint has come into the world?"

Many literati said excitedly.

"It's not a saint who came into the world. ”

Someone immediately shook his head, how could it be such a scene when a saint came into the world?

The saint came into the world, the heaven and the earth gave birth to flowers, and ten thousand books worshipped and other holy images, how could there be less?

"Jade!"

"There is a jade plaque in the Holy Light. ”

At this time, many people found the jade plaque in the holy light.

"Jade?"

The old teacher of the academy faintly noticed that he seemed to have seen the jade plate somewhere, and then the whole person suddenly trembled, and said in shock: "Zhewei?!"

"Zhewei?"

"What philosopher?"

Many students in the academy have never heard of the philosophical position.

Or I read it in the book, but I didn't react for a while, and I was a little puzzled.

What is a philosopher?

"Zhewei?"

At this time, some of the academy's teachings suddenly reacted, looking at the holy light in the sky in horror, and they couldn't believe that Zhe had come to the world.

"How is this possible?"

The old priest was so shocked that he couldn't believe his eyes, and exclaimed, "Impossible!"

The saint has long since gone into hiding, where does the world come from?

At this time, the holy light was gradually dissipating, but the jade plaque in the depths of the sky did not disappear. The jade plaque is holy and flawless, exuding a faint holy light, and a mysterious texture emerges.

"It's a philosopher, indeed. ”

An Xiu also walked out of the apse and looked up at the jade plaque in the depths of the sky.

The first thought that came to him when he saw the jade plate was that he thought of his disciple Feng Qingyan, but immediately denied it.

How could a void saint give birth to a philosopher?

If Feng Qingyan was a true saint and gave birth to a philosopher, he would not be surprised, nor would he be much shocked.

But the position of the void saint ......

But if he is not his own disciple, who will he be?

And who could it be?

......