The huge Shangyin School Palace, the breeze is slowly fluttering.

Blowing the faint ripples of the Lotus Lake of the School Palace, it is like a woman's sadness, setting off a slight wave.

There has never been a time in the world like today, where the top masters in the rivers and lakes have gathered the most in the past hundred years, and the number of people is enough to shake the two rivers and lakes of Liyang and Beimang, and almost most of them have the mentality of fighting to the death.

This is very different from when Cao Changqing and Deng Tai'a ascended to the top of Wudi City, at that time, there were many spectators, hidden dragons and crouching tigers, but there were only two people who really shot, and they watched the excitement but would not join in the excitement, compared to this big negotiation that affected the entire rivers and lakes of the Central Plains and even the world, it was too far behind.

Only the masters of the rivers and lakes who have already surfaced and rushed to the surface in person, there are two white-clothed monks of the Zen Temple Li Dangxin, the ancestor of the Wu family sword mound, Chai Qingshan, the sect master of the Dongyue Sword Pond, Wudang who has just slashed the dragon and returned to the world, and the rest such as the Rotten Mountain Tantra, Guanyin Sect, Youyan Villa, Kuaixue Villa and other forces have come to the sixteen power masters.

There are more masters of all forces in the world, Xu Fengnian who rode alone to swallow Xishu in Beiliang, Chen Zhibao who carried a plum, Yuan Zuozong, the third person in the Liyang army, Chu Lushan, who controlled most of the secret spy agencies in Beiliang, Cao Changqing, the most famous sword fairy emperor Jiang Ni, Gu Jiantang, the first sword armor in Huaibei, Zhao Yi, the king of Guangling, Zhao Bing, the king of Yan and their respective masters.

This time, we are playing a game of dynasty change that competes for the world and wins the Central Plains, calculating and fighting with each other to devour and finally Jackie Chan.

This big negotiation that will decide the pattern of the world and even the Beimang world, the wide range of forces includes half of the forces in the rivers and lakes, and the five major hegemonic forces in the world, no one dares to have the last laugh.

In the big negotiation, there are four people who are the most interesting.

Xu Weixiong, who is carrying the red sword, the first of the deputy comments on the rouge list, the nineteen hands talk about the world's unparalleled "Xu ten and thirteen" saying, taught by the king and the vertical and horizontal road for the long Shangyin School Palace, the art of war, yin and yang, chess art for the first in the palace, is the most outstanding protégé in the palace, and was sincerely convinced by the three thousand bachelors to be named "Mr. Big", "Huanglongshi second".

What is deeply interesting is that Huang Longshi, who played against Xu Weixiong, also came out of the Yin School Palace.

He was also the most outstanding disciple in the school palace, recognized as the first in the nineteen paths, and the first in cursive and yin and yang wisdom.

One after the other, one old and one new, casting a layer of fateful duel on this highly interesting national war match.

In addition to the two of them, there is also a war that affects the pattern of the world.

Wang Xianzhi, who was already invincible in the world, went out of the city at the head of Emperor Wu, and Chen Jun, the new sword god who was romantic in the way of the sword after Li Chungang, had just started at this time.

This war and negotiation that is bound to go down in history and will be passed down through the ages, and everyone present is a witness and witness.

There seems to be a feeling that the spring and autumn water and moon are disappearing, even the old ancestor of the Wu family's sword mound, Chai Qingshan, the sect master of the Dongyue Sword Pool, and other great masters of the rivers and lakes can't help but pay attention, looking forward to the first words spoken by this sword god.

The invincible Wang Lao Wei has been lonely for too long.

There have been many people who have gone up to the Martial Emperor City and have not come down, and one of the few records that have been rumored to be bold is that Cao Changqing went upstairs for the first time and said, "Ask for a few fights with the seniors", and Deng Tai'a said more sharply, "I have a sword to ask you", and most of the mediocre juniors and those who died at the hands of the old monster were relatively respectful and restrained.

If the sword god is not shocking and endless, saying the kind of 'cut off your head as a wine jug', then it is interesting.

The swordsmen with long swords in their hands were all looking forward to it.

"It's all up to me what I do, I don't owe you any money."

Chen Jun walked through the military drill ground of the Academy Palace, which contains ancient history, stepped on the small corridor covered with bluestone slabs, and chuckled in his voice by the lake.

Many swordsmen were disappointed.

Chen Jun's eyes fell on Wang Xianzhi, who was dressed in sackcloth, even if the autumn mood was getting stronger and the weather was getting colder, his clothes did not change from the last time, and the image was still the same image, burly, with a beard, a bright head, and the spirit of killing a giant whale with bare hands.

"Do you know what you wanted to say when I first saw me?"

"I want to hear about it." Wang Xianzhi said.

"I want to say in the tone of a long-time friend of God, you are here, but think about it carefully, plus I have only met you twice this time, and my friend can't talk about it.

Or bring a pot of wine, because you and I are fighting for life and death, and if you can't keep one to death, take a sip of wine before the war, which is not in line with the image of those masters of romance legends. ”

The elderly swordsmen barely understood the meaning of the words, but the young men and women who carried the swords had starry reverence in their eyes.

This kind of psychology like a fledgling male and female swordsman is very interesting to be said by the strongest swordsman in the world,

The image given to people is that the sword god is not like a cold and arrogant god who is high above, but like a gentle senior brother by his side, Dun Dun tells about the psychological processes he has experienced through the rivers and lakes.

Wang Xianzhi shook his head: "There is no need for so many false courtesies!" ”

"Are you in a hurry?"

"Don't worry, since you're here, you can't leave this trip."

Chen Jun nodded, walked to the front of the school palace, the masters on both sides consciously gave way to a road, and when he saw Xu Weixiong and Huang Longshi playing, he asked, "Why do you want to play?" ”

Xu Fengnian shook his head, saying that he didn't know when he first came. Cao Changqing said softly: "Take the way of heaven as an oath and press the luck of the Beiliang and Liyang Zhao families."

Xu Weixiong was instructed by Xu Xiao to comprehensively coordinate the three major fronts of Beiliang, Xishu and Huainan. Huanglongshi took Zhao Yi, the king of Guangling, Zhao Bing, the king of Yan, Nanjiang Road, Guangling Road, Dongyue Road, and part of Jiangnan Province to draw a chessboard for gambling, a son and a city, and set the pattern of the world. ”

Xu Fengnian looked at the second sister Xu Weixiong in the game, and his face was stunned.

Cao Changqing sighed: "There are only a handful of opponents in the world who can compete with Huang Lao Monster in the chess road, when Huang Lao Monster and Li Beware played two games, first with the lives of more than 300 monks, one person made a son, and forty-three people died in one game.

After hundreds of Buddhist temples in the world's hundred counties as chess pieces, lose a son to destroy one, win a son to let the Liyang Dynasty build one more, now Huang Lao Wei to take the Zhao family's luck and Bei Liang to make a bet, the world's biggest trick is nothing more than this.

Now Xu Weixiong and Huang Lao Wei have just taken off, and they have not yet decided the winner or loser, if you make a move to stop and resist the backlash, you can still block it. ”

Many masters were shocked.

"It seems that the big officials have changed from royal to domineering, and they have forgotten Confucianism and morality more and more."

At this moment, a voice came from the Moral Merit Forest of the Shangyin School Palace, and a middle-aged Confucian led another older Confucian scholar who was even older and walked slowly.

A smile appeared on the corner of the middle-aged Confucian scholar's mouth, it was Qi Yanglong, the great sacrificial wine of the Shangyin School Palace, shaking his head and reciting the words: "Zi said: The way of heaven and earth, Bo Ye, Hou Ye, Gao Ye, Ming Ye, Youye, Long Ye, don't bully also!" ”

Qi Yanglong recited the famous sentences that have been passed down through the ages in the books of sages as if he were reading a book.

When Cao Changqing heard the voice, he turned his head and immediately became in a trance, not because of this great sacrificial wine that taught the three earth-shattering strategists of Yuan Benxi, Xun Ping, and Xie Feiyu, but because he saw the elderly Confucian beside him.

The old Confucian couldn't help but sigh.

Cao Changqing's body trembled, did not hesitate, and immediately bowed down, just like a Confucian student in Tsing Yi who was ignorant on the way to study.

The people who can afford Cao Changqing's worship in the world except for Jiang Ni are not even qualified for Wang Xianzhi, and the elderly Confucian happens to be qualified enough.

Because since the fall of the Great Qin Dynasty, for 800 years, generations of scholars in the world have had to recite the word "Zi Yue" that is densely packed in the books of the sages.

Now that Liyang is in the imperial examination, there are more scholars, and the natural children are even worse.

This "Zi said".

That is, the words of the first Confucian sage Zhang.

In the face of the first generation of Confucian saints, Cao Changqing did not have the slightest reluctance to worship from within, but it was only a bow, and he immediately recovered his figure, and now the big officials are no longer simple Confucian students, shouldering the heavy burden of reviving Western Chu.

Wang Xianzhi concentrated his eyes and looked at the elderly Confucian scholar, his body did not move, but Chen Jun said: "He has been hiding for eight hundred years, is it not worth your shot?" ”

As soon as these words came out, it was like a boulder thrown into the Pinghu Lake, and it suddenly set off waves.

"Except for Lu Zu, the people in the three sects are not beaten!"

The fluttering words seemed to be expounding a simple and true truth, no different from the usual tone, and the first Confucian sage was not angry at Wang Xianzhi's conceit.

One person stood on his side, like an invisible breeze, allowing the old ancestor of the Wu family's sword mound, the sect master of the Guanyin Sect and other famous people in the rivers and lakes, the great grandmaster spirit to probe, but he couldn't capture the existence of this old man at all.

Finally, someone came back to it, vaguely staring directly at the impossible guess in his heart.

The old Confucian in front of him should have been dead for 800 years.

Especially since the founding of the Dafeng Dynasty, the status of Confucianism has risen, and in all subsequent dynasties, this person has been respected by the king as the most holy teacher!

Countless scholars, whether they are famous in history or not, have been honored by accompanying them during their lifetimes!

This humble old Confucian scholar.

It is the first generation of Zhang family saints!

Suddenly, there was a commotion, and there was a commotion, and the well-educated Confucian scholars of the Shangyin School Palace for several miles, together with many masters of the rivers and lakes, and masters of all forces, all bowed down in unison.

The old Confucian accepted it calmly, and he deserved it.

Only a small number of people on the field did not bow down, but great masters such as the Wu family sword mound and Dongyue sword pond showed a rare restlessness.

In the eight hundred years of the world, Lu Zu has never been so far away.

There are only a few people in Shangyin School Palace who can be treated normally, only Xu Weixiong, Huang Longshi, Chen Jun and Wang Xianzhi who are playing against each other.

The old Confucian stood in place, looking up at the man in white in front of him, "Aren't you happy to have a guest from afar?" I've seen the sword god. ”

Chen Jun didn't have the slightest fluctuation in his heart about this Confucian primordial saint, and he was not even as interested in the medicine saint who might be able to live for a hundred years, so he could also exchange and discuss.

Chen Jun said: "It seems that the Academy Palace is presiding over the maintenance of this big negotiation. ”

The old Confucian nodded and said: "Xu Weixiong and Huang Longshi are the most outstanding disciples of the new and old generations of the Academy, and since they have set up a national war game, then no one can stop them."

What's more, Xu Xiao waved his horse to step on the Six Kingdoms, breaking the backbone of the Spring and Autumn Period, so that the Central Plains was full of new graves! Do you really think you don't need Bei Liang to pay off the debt for this?

If there is chaos today, the Xu family takes advantage of the situation to win the championship, how can it be so easy?

Even if you, the sword god, help Jackie Chan, you have to talk about some rules in everything. There is a sharp edge and mystery in the words.

Suddenly, the plum wine in Chen Zhibao's hand gradually turned blue and purple.

Xu Weixiong trembled in the chessboard game.

Xu Fengnian was shocked and angry.

"Why do you want to block it?

I like to leave professional things to professional people, I can't play Huang Longshi when I play chess, and I can rest assured that Xu Weixiong is playing against him. ”

Chen Jun's five fingers lightly rested on Xu Fengnian's shoulder, and he said slowly in a magnetic voice: "But listening to your tone, it seems that you are dissatisfied with Beiliang and the Xu family." ”

His tone was the same as Wang Xianzhi's, and he didn't use any saint title for this Confucian sage.

Chen Jun continued: "As Xu Fengnian's teacher, it is necessary for me to mention Beiliang and the Xu family. Huang Longshi is your disciple, right? ”

The old Confucian nodded, "It's the youngest disciple I have accepted." ”

"In this case, in the Spring and Autumn Nine Kingdoms National War, Huang Longshi lobbied among them, provoked many wars with one mouth, killed three million people with his lips and tongue, and was the head of the three major demons of the Spring and Autumn Period, how should this account be calculated?"

"Count it on his head, or on you?

I remember that the Confucian sages have a cloud, 'the teaching is not strict, the teacher is lazy', as the first sage of Confucianism, 800 years of teachers, what do you think? ”

With the Confucian scriptures and the Confucian scriptures, Xu Fengnian's eyes lit up, including many masters of the rivers and lakes, who never thought that the sword god with extraordinary swordsmanship would have such a sharp side.

The old Confucian squinted and smiled: "The attainment of the Sword God Vertical and Horizontal Technique is not low, and he can be Mr. Xuegong." ”

Chen Junlang said: "Sir can't afford it, I just want to ask you, as a Confucian first saint, how do you think of the behavior of the two?"

If Huang Longshi indirectly killed three million people, causing hundreds of people to be displaced and slaughtered by war, but it also promoted the general trend of the unification of the nine countries of the Central Plains in the Spring and Autumn Period, and had great benefits through the ages, then Xu Xiao's horse stepping on the six countries was certainly for his own glory and wealth, so as to cause new graves everywhere in the Central Plains, but how could it not be regarded as speeding up the process of unification of the Central Plains? ”

"For example, if the struggle for hegemony today, the people of Li suffered, a hundred years ago it was also the struggle for hegemony in the world, and the people of Li suffered, and the unification of Great Qin a thousand years ago was also the struggle for hegemony in the world, and the people of Li suffered.

The only lesson that man learns from history is that he does not learn any lessons from history.

Thousands of years later, you and I are all passers-by in the long river of history, and everyone here is too, and this long history will not be transferred by human will. ”

Chen Jun put his hands behind his back, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Now I ask for my disciple Xu Fengnian, why do the 300,000 iron horsemen in Beiliang have to defend the country to pay off the debt?"

The Spring and Autumn War decree came out of the Yang Zhao family, and it was the emperor of the Zhao family who gave orders to Xu Xiao, and now the Zhao family can fight for the emperor, and change to Xu Fengnian, who is better and can speed up the process of unifying the world, why can't he be the emperor?

Or Bei Liang, or Xu Xiao, or Xu Fengnian, do you have to take 300,000 iron horsemen to die on the border line for this so-called Liyang world, so that you can apologize? Dare to ask? ”

The wind of Shangyin School Palace blew gently by, and there was silence.

Is this still the sword god who flies thousands of miles and takes people's heads?

Almost all of them asked questions at the same time in their hearts, and even Wang Xianzhi couldn't help but look sideways slightly at this time, as if he had re-seen this new sword god who carried the world's sword path.

Xu Fengnian's heart welled up with pieces of warmth, thinking that the Xu family had been subjected to wanton insults from all over the world for so many years, Xu Xiao still adhered to the border between Beimang and Beiliang and did not let him go, his eyes gradually blurred, and suddenly a hand patted him on the shoulder a few times.

A voice said: "As long as Mr. is here, Beiliang is not sad!" ”

He suddenly turned around, and the ranger with a wooden sword stood behind him with a hippie smile, patting him on the shoulder, and the voice was a woman in purple, and her voice was as cold as ever.

At this moment, Qingyun has one door, one teacher and three disciples.

"Threesome, there must be my teacher, teachable."

The old Confucian man bowed slowly.

The Confucian scholars of the Shangyin School Palace looked at each other with a stunned expression.

Many masters in the rivers and lakes are even more like ghosts, and they all say that Xiucai meets soldiers, and it is unreasonable to say, but when the masters on the rivers and lakes meet the great masters of Confucianism, they may not be able to fight, let alone say it.

When you meet the first saint of Confucianism, the master of all ages, and the character of the ancestor master, the sword god can be said, on the rivers and lakes, no, there is only one in the world.

Not only the sword is amazing, but the words are even more amazing!