The cultivation place of the Taoist Heavenly Sect, in a verdant and vibrant bamboo forest, a thin layer of smoke swirls from time to time, gathering but not dispersing.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, there is a small bamboo house made of turquoise bamboo, which looks delicate and exquisite, elegant and natural.

Xiaomeng sits alone in the depths of the bamboo forest to cultivate, this place is in the back mountain of Tianzong, and few people usually come.

Although Xiaomeng is the head of Tianzong, his personality is arrogant, he rarely speaks, and he has little interaction with his peers.

Basically, what can be solved by force will not be moved, or what she says is reasonable.

Xiaomeng sat in the depths of the bamboo forest, feeling nature, although her stunning face was calm, but her heart was not calm.

Every time I close my eyes, I will remember the martial intent that Xu Yi exerted, which penetrated the sky and the earth, and the heaven and the earth changed color.

Compared with Xu Yi, Xiaomeng felt that he was incomparably small in the eyes of the other party.

This kind of thought is impossible in her heart, it is simply ridiculous, because Xiaomeng is not far from admitting that she is weaker than anyone else.

The more I thought about it, the more Xiaomeng's heart was like a stormy wave, surging in the wind.

The true qi in Zhou's body became uncontrollable and disordered, affecting this piece of heaven and earth.

Gradually, a strong wind blew, blowing the entire bamboo forest, and it made a loud noise.

He even can't help but unconsciously cast the discoloration of heaven and earth, turning everything around them into black and white, constantly switching between colored and colorless.

After a long time, when everything tends to calm down. The bamboo leaves stopped swinging, the color of heaven and earth returned to normal, and Xiaomeng's face gradually calmed down.

"I didn't expect that there would be a demon obstacle in my heart, and if I wasn't careful, I would be doomed, and ten years of hard work would come to naught."

Xiaomeng muttered to himself, secretly running his mind like stopping water, calming his mind.

At the same time, the outside of the bamboo forest. In the forbidden place of the back mountain, where few people usually come, a little boy wearing a gray robe slowly walked in.

This boy was about eleven or twelve years old, and he was born with red lips and white teeth, but when he saw Xiaomeng, whose face was like frost and did not smile, his expression was very serious.

After a slight ceremony, he bowed his hand, took out a crimson paper from his arms, and said in a childish voice: "Master, this is an invitation sent by the eldest prince Fusu."

Xiao Meng was silent, her slender jade hand swept slightly in the air, and a suction force spontaneously appeared, sucking the invitation into her hand.

"Got it."

Xiaomeng replied indifferently, her emotionless eyes just glanced at the invitation slightly, and then turned around and disappeared.

The current Xiaomeng is not suitable for retreat cultivation because her heart is already in turmoil.

If you want to break the demonic barrier, you can only solve the source of the demonic barrier.

After Xiaomeng disappeared, this little Taoist boy let out a long breath, and then touched his back, he was already wet with cold sweat.

……

Outside Songhai City, there is a reckless ancient road, with a row of lush trees on both sides.

This is a pitch-black sedan chair, the four corners of which are carried by four ordinary people carrying the handle of the sedan chair, and they are approaching Songhai step by step.

Around the black sedan chair, there were six men and women dressed in strange costumes.

Their faces were full of murderous aura, and their bodies couldn't help but exude a compelling cold aura, and no one could get close.

In the sedan chair, Zhao Gao, an imperial magnate, sat in it. The corners of his eyes are slanted, and there is a conspiracy in his eyes, and his face can't help but reveal the cruelty of a hunter.

"Fusu?"

Zhao Gao thought about it, his Luo Net accepted Fusu's order to come to Songhai, and he, as the master of Luo Net, naturally had to come.

But everyone in the court knew that he had dealings with the sixteenth prince Hu Hai, and Fusu was the eldest son of the first emperor.

The relationship between them is self-evident and very clear.

……

Two days later, the Little Sage Village.

Xu Yi was in the village, and he did not go with Fusu, but came to the village two days in advance to discuss the Tao with the three Confucian masters and discuss the way of the sage.

A Confucian disciple in a deep white robe walked quickly through the winding corridors of the Little Sage Village, and finally came to the pavilion.

Fu Er said something close to the ear of the big master Fu Nian, and then stood aside.

Fu Nian's face changed slightly, but it was only in an instant that it returned to normal.

Tidy up his clothes, take a deep breath, look at Xu Yi in front of him and say:

"Mr. Taichu, it seems that today's game of chess cannot be carried out with you."

Looking at the front again, Fu Nian and Xu Yi were playing a game of black and white Go, the chess was dangerous, pressing step by step, and it was a stalemate.

"That's a shame!"

Xu Yi showed a little regret on his face, and now he is a Confucian person, who has studied the six arts, and is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

In the past two days, Xu Yi saw the strong learning atmosphere of this Confucian disciple and was deeply influenced by it.

He felt it was time to fill himself up, especially in chess.

Xu Yi believes that if you want to pretend to be a master, especially like him, playing chess is an indispensable skill.

And now Xu Yi has a look of regret on his face, completely because he has played chess with Fu Nian in the past two days, and in the process of learning, he has been defeated repeatedly, and his face is too dark.

And it wasn't until today that it got better, and the black and white second-hand killing was dark, and the glue was like mud, but for some reason it couldn't go on.

"Don't hide it, I just received the news that His Majesty the First Emperor's eldest son, Fusu, will come to the village?" Fu Nian said.

Fu Nian is a scholar, and a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. He himself naturally knew that Fusu had come to his small sage village to travel, and it was estimated that if he was not careful, he was afraid that it would bring disaster to Confucianism.

"Oh, it turned out to be the eldest prince of the empire. There are many rumors in the world that Gongzi Fusu has a gentle personality and is a corporal with good manners, and he is not at all tyrannical like the first emperor. ”

Xu Yi's eyes deliberately showed a look of surprise, that acting skill was simply ..., and then muttered to himself:

"Uh... Such a character. I'm going to take a look, too. ”

"Mr. Taichu is a Confucian guest, so naturally he can. Without further ado, I'll go and prepare. Fu Nian bowed his hand slightly.

……

At noon, the Confucian children stayed outside the village early, with serious faces.

And today's three sages of Confucianism, Fu Nian, Yan Lu, and Zhang Liang stood at the head of the people and personally came forward to show Confucian etiquette.

At the back of the crowd, an old man in a wide Confucian robe walked slowly.

Although this old man looks like an ordinary old man, he has an indescribable temperament between his walks, and his unsmiling face makes people feel that they should not be approached.

When the Confucian disciples saw this person, they hurriedly bent down and saluted, and their faces turned pale, like a mouse seeing a cat, and they were so frightened that they were silent.

The old man is also Xun Qian, and he is the oldest Confucian in today's Confucian seniority.

Xun Jing's face stiffened, walked to the end of the person, suddenly stopped, looked at a young man, the old face showed a thoughtful look, and suddenly spoke:

"I heard Fu Nian say that a distinguished guest has come to the village in the past two days. Presumably, your Excellency is the recently famous Mr. Taichu. ”

The young man turned around, looked at the old man in front of him, and smiled:

"I heard that among Confucianism, there was an unborn master.

It is another Confucian master after Confucius and Mencius, and his voice shocks the world.

Especially the two children under his seat, both of whom have set off a storm in today's world. ”

"Hahaha, where is the master! It's just an old guy in his twilight years. ”

Xun Qian's eyes suddenly showed melancholy, and said: "Old and decrepit Xun situation."

"Xu Yi." The youth replied in the same way.