With a sharp wave of his hand, a cloud of pitch-black smoke exploded in front of him. By the time the smoke cleared, the bird and the giant bird beneath his feet were gone. Only the empty sky remained, as if he had never appeared. And Zigong looked indifferent, and he had no intention of pursuing.

"Four generations of Confucian Academy...... Sage Zisi, I've seen Senior Brother!" Seeing the enemy leaving, Zisi bent down and bowed his hand to Zigong as a disciple. He pondered for a moment as he said the word saint, his cultivation as a saint was too weak in front of the enemy, which made him feel worthy of the title of saint.

Zigong is the first generation of senior brothers, and Zisi should be a disciple of him. Even in terms of age, Zigong was a person from hundreds of years ago, and I don't know how many years older he was.

"No need to be polite. Zigong nodded and said, "You are the fourth generation of the dean of the Confucian Academy, and I am just the former disciple of the Academy. According to the 'etiquette' of the college, I should also salute you three points. So you don't have to salute when you see me. ”

"Thank you, brother. Zisi thanked him. Looking up at Gong, I found that he was dressed plainly, with a kind and righteous face in Chinese characters, and the whole person was full of the profound heritage of Confucianism. There was no gloomy and violent aura of the two I saw before, so I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart and asked, "May I ask Senior Brother, you said that the bird slippery just now was fake?"

"Hmm. Zigong nodded and said, "I also dealt with Bird Slippery hundreds of years ago, and I know his temperament very well, he is by no means an evil person who loves to kill. Moreover, several saints of the previous generation were all admired by the world because of their high moral cultivation and strong cultivation. How could such a person come and wantonly slaughter the junior disciples of my academy?"

"So the Zhuangzi I saw in the Sword Gorge of the Book of Soldiers is also fake?" Zisi asked.

"Zhuangzi also appeared?" Zigong frowned.

"Yes. Zisi replied. So he told him what had happened before. Finally, he said, "They all have all the supernatural powers and powerful abilities of the previous generation of saints, who can pretend to be them, and what is their purpose?"

"I don't know about that. Zigong replied, "The power of the saint knows the world." You don't know everything, and you know that. I'm sure of it, though. There must be a huge conspiracy behind this, a conspiracy that someone has carefully planned. As for what exactly is behind it, you need to find out for yourselves. Zigong paused for a moment and continued: "My business in the Shujian Continent has been completed, and I need to go back. I can't interfere too much in the affairs of the Confucian Academy, and I will have to rely on yourselves in the future. ”

After speaking, Zigong waved one hand, and a cloud of earthy yellow light flashed, and he also disappeared into the void.

Looking at the disappearing figure of the elder brother. Zi Si was stunned. At the same time, he also knew that these powerhouses of the previous generation were not from the same world as himself after all, and they also had to abide by some rules. If it weren't for the imminent extinction of the Confucian Academy, I'm afraid they wouldn't have done it, and they would have to rely on themselves.

Looking at the several teachers of the academy lying on the ground, Zisi's heart ached for a while. The cultivation of these masters has all reached the realm of scholars, and the loss of any of them is a huge loss for the academy. Now that they are under the attack of the birds, the scholarly cultivation has been completely lost, and it has been reduced to the lowest level of children.

The Confucian Academy first lost some of its most gifted disciples. Now there are several powerful masters who have been lost. It seems that the Confucian Academy has been weakened like never before in its own generation. Thinking of this, Zisi's heart was extremely heavy. Whether the Confucian Academy will completely decline under his name, he felt a little afraid.

At the same time, he was thinking in his heart. The previous Zhuangzi and the bird slippery are all fake, so will this Zigong also be fake? It is completely impossible to accurately judge it with one's own cultivation.

......

The Han Empire, the imperial capital.

Li Changsheng was accompanying Emperor Wu to receive the envoys of Mo Yueguo with Guo Jie, the son of the sword. His current scholar has just reached the pinnacle of all conspiracies. It can't affect him at all, so his life is still very 'peaceful'. Now that he had solved the two problems of the envoys of Mo Yueguo, he was waiting for their last problem.

If the people of the Han Empire can perfectly solve the problems raised by the envoys, then these envoys will have nothing to say and will not be able to take the opportunity to make some demands to Emperor Wu. For example, reducing tribute, or even directly breaking away from the control of the Han Empire. Li Changsheng, as the representative of the eight great princes of the empire's young geniuses, received foreign envoys and maintained the dignity of the Han Dynasty was his duty.

"Is Your Excellency practicing calligraphy or swordsmanship?" The eldest prince saw that Li Changsheng was carrying a long sword, but he surpassed his cousin Changsi County Lord in mathematics, and his knowledge of solving the problem of trees was simply profound. Obviously he is a swordsman, but his knowledge is beyond that of most scholars, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Fellow scholar of the sword. Li Changsheng replied lightly.

Hearing these words, the corners of the eldest prince's mouth couldn't help but show a hint of a smile. From ancient times to the present in the Book Sword Continent, no genius has been able to cultivate both calligraphy and sword to reach the peak level, sword path cultivation to the sword saint cultivation, and calligraphy cultivation to the saint level. In doing so, Li Changsheng can be described as taking a road of no return.

Even if he was amazing now, he would be reduced to a mortal in the end. The ultimate result of a fellow practitioner is that there is no achievement in either aspect, and it is not that there have never been geniuses in history who have been inscribed with calligraphy and swords, but in the end, they all have the same fate, that is, they have become ordinary people.

Even in the history of the Great Han Empire, all the saints and sword saints of the Seven Great Academies and the Ten Sword Sects were all submerged cultivators. Thinking of this, the eldest prince was relieved.

Seeing the eldest prince's inadvertent sneer, Li Changsheng also knew what was in this person's heart. Li Changsheng didn't say anything, although he took a path that others had never taken, his heart was unusually calm. Everyone has their own path in cultivation, and it is not necessary to follow the path that others have taken. Since he chose to be a fellow scholar and sword practitioner from the beginning, he had to go on without hesitation.

In terms of swordsman cultivation, Li Changsheng walked out of his own path. At first, he used the Spirit Snake Sword, but now he has the Acacia Sword on his back. The Spirit Snake Sword is weird and agile, while the Acacia Sword is sharp, two different swords, witnessing his growth in the way of the sword. On the path of a scholar, he took the path of poetry, which is also different from the Seven Academies. At the same time, he combined books and swords to create a book business qi sword.

All of this has never been seen in the Shujian Continent, so in terms of cultivation, Li Changsheng is taking his own unique path, and cultivating is his own unique path.

(To be continued.) )

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