In front of the tall sword gate of the Sword Hall, the three parties confronted each other nervously.

On the left is a group of black-clothed Taoist priests, with high buns, all with frosty faces, holding long swords.

The head of the Dao, the Taoist bone fairy wind, wears a Xuan crown, pedals on the cloud boots, yellow robe and yellow skirt, two feet and four feet, twenty-four.

If Ye Changsheng was present, he would definitely be surprised to find that this Dao Master was also a fifth-grade Cave Xuan Mage, and a Taixu True Person of Zixia Palace, who was of the same grade!

On the right is a group of scholars dressed in white, all with angry eyes and shining scribe swords.

The scribe at the head, around sixty, stood alone, thin and erect, dressed in a green shirt, carrying his hands behind his back, exuding Ling Ran's heroic aura.

If Ye Changsheng was also present, he would definitely see at a glance from the jade pendant on the old man's waist that the old man was the mountain chief of Wenshan Academy!

And among the two groups of people who confronted each other, it was the warriors of the Wenjian Hall led by Ye Xiangbei.

Ye Xiangbei and the others were like facing a great enemy, and they had to face two groups of people and horses, and they also had to protect a flatbed truck in the middle.

On the flatbed car, there was a young scholar who had passed out in a coma, and the scholar had a sword and an ancient sword in his chest.

Both sides of the confrontation had some scruples, but they were tense but they were always just staring, but they made Ye Xiangbei and them cry bitterly.

Fortunately, what reassured them was that Qin Feng came, and Ma Liming and them rushed to hear the news.

Qin Feng was draped in wet brown curls, holding the Blood Killing Sword with one hand, and strode forward, and when he saw the leading Dao Leader and the scribe, his eyes couldn't help but flash with surprise.

He whispered a few words in Ma Liming's ear, and the latter was equally surprised and nodded repeatedly.

Ma Liming came to the scribe and said respectfully: "I ask Ma Liming, the chief manager of the Sword Hall, dare to ask the old man, why did there be a conflict in front of the door of the Sword Hall where I asked him?"

He had already learned from Qin Feng's mouth that the leading scribe was the largest academy in the Yunlong Principality, the head of the Wenshan Academy, and the Confucian Xiaowenzong.

And the Dao Leader on the opposite side is one of the four real people of the Three Swordsmanship, as for which real person it is, Qin Feng can't guess it.

In short, the two groups of people are not easy to mess with, Ma Liming thought about it for a while, and still felt that the Confucian mountain chief was the best to be reasonable.

Sure enough, Lu Zixin glanced at Ma Liming and said the conflict in a polite tone.

Ma Liming was dumbfounded, but ridiculous.

It's easy to say, the two juniors clashed during their travels, and then they faced each other.

The little Taoist priest of the Three Swords was afraid of suffering, so he stole the ancient sword of the Taoist and stabbed the little scholar of Wenshan Academy.

But the problem is that the ancient sword is stuck in the middle of the little scholar's ribs, and it is very stuck.

If the ancient sword is pulled out, not only will it hurt the scholar's life, but the ancient sword will also be damaged.

The little Taoist priest who knew that he was in trouble had an idea, so he brought the injured little scholar to the Question Sword Hall.

It's a pity that the little Taoist priest hasn't seen Ye Changsheng yet, and the men and horses on both sides have already arrived in advance, so there is the current confrontation.

What made the Confucian students of Wenshan Academy angry, these bull-nosed Taoist priests hurt people, not to mention, and now they are disregarding the lives of scholars for the sake of a sword.

Even if this little scholar was not from their Wenshan Academy, they couldn't bear to be so careless about human life.

And for the Taoist priests of the Three Sword Paths, the ancient sword that has been passed down is even more important than their own lives, how can they tolerate the slightest damage?

Besides, the Three Sword Dao is also the Dao of Sword Cultivation, how could it be possible to weaken its momentum in front of a group of sour Confucians?

Ma Liming smiled bitterly to himself, fortunately, he had already sent someone to inform the young hall master, he really couldn't cope with this kind of scene.

While Ma Liming was anxiously waiting, a carriage slowly approached and stopped outside the Sword House.

Ma Liming was relieved, hurriedly ran forward, and said to Ye Changsheng, who got out of the car: "Young hall master, you are finally back!"

At that moment, Ma Liming whispered the situation to Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng looked surprised, and immediately revealed a ridiculous expression.

The dispute between Confucianism and Taoism has been going on for a long time, but this time the dispute is a bit strange.

Ye Ru's face was expressionless, pushing the wheelchair forward, straight through the confrontation between the two sides, and came to the flatbed.

Ye Changsheng frowned, sensing that the scholar's life breath was still quite strong, so he looked at the ancient sword.

That ancient sword was an imitation of a light-containing sword.

The Three Sword Dao is actually a sword cultivation sect in the Daomen, and its existence is somewhat similar to the Fayan Sect of Buddhism.

The three swords refer to Chengying, Xiaolian, and Hanguang, these three ancient Dao swords, none of them can kill people in legends, but they contain a deep Taoist rhyme.

The combination of the three swords is the method of practicing the three swords.

Ancient books record that it contains a light sword, which is invisible, and does not know what it touches.

The light-containing sword inserted in the scholar's chest, although it is not as magical as the legend, the sword body is still very clear, and after hundreds of years of cultivation, there have been signs of sword spirit.

It's no wonder that the Taoist priests of the Three Swordsways attached so much importance to this sword, and even dispatched a real person.

Ye Changsheng sensed for a moment, looked at Lu Zixin, the dean of Wenshan Academy, and lowered his head and said, "Junior Ye Changsheng, I have seen the mountain chief." ”

Lu Zixin looked at Ye Changsheng curiously, and returned the salute lightly: "Old man Lu Zixin." ”

Ye Changsheng said: "The students of the mountain chief are fine, please rest assured." ”

After saying that, he looked at the Dongxuan Zhenren of the Three Sword Dao again, lowered his head and said, "Junior Ye Changsheng, I have seen a real person." ”

Yunxiao real person returned the gift: "Poor road Yunxiao." ”

Ye Changsheng said: "Real person, this light-containing sword, the sword body is not damaged, just pull it out." ”

Yunxiao Zhenren hesitated for a moment: "Won't it damage the blade?"

Lu Zixin on the other side was furious: "Yunxiao, Taoists also have compassion, a living human life, where are you placed?"

Yunxiao Zhenren said coldly: "Isn't he good, it's not so easy to die!"

"What did you say?!"

The scholars of Wenshan Academy were furious and accused loudly.

The Taoist priests of the Three Swordsways were naturally not to be outdone, and scolded back one after another.

Ye Changsheng's head was almost big, he stood up, grabbed the hilt of the lightsaber, and pulled it upwards violently.

"Poof!"

A trail of blood flew out, and the lightsaber was drawn.

The unconscious scholar let out a scream and woke up in pain.

When the two groups of centaurs exclaimed, Ye Changsheng shook off the blood stains on the light-containing sword with one hand, and pressed it on the scholar's wound with the other.

The attributeless spiritual power was released, cleaning away the blood marks on the sword's body, and the other hand, the vitality of the worry-free prayer bead, was injected into the scholar's wound and stopped the bloodstains.

Ye Changsheng casually handed the light saber to Yunxiao Zhenren, and moved the flatbed car in front of Lu Zixin.

Calmly clenched his fists, Changsheng smiled and said, "Since everyone is here, please go to the hall to talk about it." ”

Yunxiao Zhenren and Lu Zixin glanced at each other, snorted coldly, and walked towards the sword gate of the Sword Hall at the same time.