Just when Emperor Wu led his two sons, Li Changsheng and Guo Xie to receive the envoys of Mo Yueguo, several teachers from the Confucian Academy were on their way back to Lu with a retinue. The ten elite disciples with the strongest cultivation brought by the academy have now returned to the imperial capital with Taishi Dong Zhongshu to join the Shinto Academy. Therefore, among this group of people, there are only a few masters who have the strongest cultivation. Of course, Zisi, the sage of the Confucian Academy, would not go with him, and he had already taken the lead in returning to Lu to deal with the major affairs of the academy.

The country of Lu was far away from the Haoyue Sword Sect, and when they were about to reach the border of the country of Lu, it had already taken two days for this group of people. The elite disciples of the academy were selected, which made several masters look indifferent, and no one spoke to be extremely upset. Without these elite disciples, this session of the Confucian Academy collapsed, and its strength was greatly reduced.

There were about thirty of them, and three carriages were moving slowly. Ahead, a large river lies in front, about dozens of zhang wide, the breeze blows, and the clear river water ripples slightly. A stone bridge Changhong is generally erected on the big river, and after crossing this river is the territory of the Lu country, they are about to return to the main courtyard of the Confucian Academy.

"Crunch!" the carriage came to a halt on the stone bridge, and in front of them, a man stood in the middle of the bridge with his back to them, blocking their way. This person is slender and well-proportioned, and his robe is quite graceful in the breeze. He did not have a sword on his back, so it can be judged that he was not a swordsman, but a scholar.

"Who is your Excellency, and why are you blocking our way?" asked a master who jumped out of the carriage. After scanning this person, this master was shocked: with his strength, he couldn't see through the other party's cultivation at all! These masters who participated in the book and sword discussion were all strong men of the academy and elites of the academy. With their strength, they can't see through each other, so it can be seen that the person who came is by no means an ordinary person.

"Are you a disciple of the Confucian Academy?" the visitor turned around. Asked in a cold voice. The tone is arrogant and indifferent, and the eyes are very disdainful. Looking down at them is like looking at a swarm of ants.

When he looked back, the group of Confucian scholars had already seen his face clearly. This man's face was like a knife. A pair of deep eyes are like an ancient well, unfathomable. The emaciated face looks like it carries the vicissitudes of time, but he looks no more than thirty years old. Standing there quietly without the slightest shaking, as if it had merged with the breeze around him and the water under his feet.

The bright and gorgeous golden robe not only reflects a faint light in the sun, but also is comfortable and elegant on the body, and looks beautiful and beautiful. Chest front. One pattern that stands out is a nine-tailed fox embroidered in red thread. The nine-tailed fox is comparable to the ancient divine beast and the extraordinary beast.

"I'm just waiting for you, dare to ask my predecessor what his surname is, and what is the noble reason?" the master asked. Although this person looked to be only in his thirties, for scholar cultivators, it was impossible to determine a person's age by their appearance. And he is standing here, giving these people the feeling that he is like a mountain, unable to see through and unshakable.

"Bird slippery!" the person said three words lightly.

Everyone was shocked by the three words that came out of the two generations of the Mojia Academy. I opened my mouth wide in disbelief. Yu Slippery is the second strongest person in the Mo Family Academy after Mo Zhai, and if you count it according to the age, he is now more than five hundred years old. Could this person be real?

Although the matter was somewhat suspicious, several masters knew about it. In all likelihood, this person's words are not false. In front of the sage Zisi of the Confucian Academy, they felt the boundless pressure of the strong. However, what is felt in front of this person is unfathomable and unpredictable. The more you don't feel it, the more terrible it is.

In the Warrior Book Sword Gorge. Zhuangzi, the second-generation sage of the Taoist Academy, appeared, which almost brought a catastrophe to the Shujian Discussion of Taoism. And now in front of them, the second-generation sage of the Mojia Academy has come again? Is he here to intercept and kill our Confucian Academy? A group of people chuckled in their hearts. Then my heart beat violently.

"Is he really a second-generation saint of the Mo family?" someone in the crowd asked in a whisper. After all, a big figure like the saints of the Seven Great Academies would not appear easily, let alone those saints of the previous generation? Many of the academy personnel who went to participate in the Shujian Discussion were followers, and with their cultivation, they couldn't feel the horror of the other party at all.

"I think seven or eight times out of ten are true...... one person's tone trembled a little, and he whispered: "It is recorded in the classics of our Confucian Academy that Yu Huali was once a disciple of my Confucian Academy, and later transferred to the Mo family generation of sage Mo Zhai, and achieved the cultivation of a saint. His spirit fox supernatural powers and magic axes are unparalleled, don't you see a huge spirit fox embroidered on his robe?"

Hearing the other party's affirmative answer, the person who asked closed his mouth and turned pale.

"What's the matter, I've seen the senior saint, and I haven't come forward to meet you!"

"Senior sage?" A master teacher of the academy took a deep breath, and then said calmly: "The Tao is different, the thinking of the major academies is different, how can my disciples of the Confucian Academy pay homage to people from other academies?"

"What's more......" The master sneered and said, "You, Yu Huali was once a traitor to my Confucian Academy, what qualifications do you have for me to wait to pay homage?"

In the face of a super strong man, this master was able to say these words without humility or arrogance, which shows that this person's ideological cultivation is not trivial, and it is the essence of Confucianism. Confucian colleges pay attention to benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom and faith, and believe in killing and becoming benevolent. In the face of a powerful enemy, they will not lose their character, let alone grovel.

"An ant-like existence actually dares to slander the saints of the predecessors? Looking for death!" the bird snorted angrily! On top of his golden robe, a thick black aura suddenly shrouded the Linghu pattern, like dark ink.

Immediately, a huge phantom appeared in the void behind him, this phantom was desolate and simple, with a heavy metallic aura, and it looked like two huge gears, one large and one small, occupying half of the sky. The huge metal gears were dark and heavy and snapped into each other, and the dark aura gave people a great sense of oppression.

Ordinary Mojia students need to summon their own book spirits to use the magic work, and this second-generation saint of the Mojia Academy directly uses it.

(To be continued.) )