The bamboo grove swayed, rustling in the wind, and two fair-faced young men from a big family were walking on the edge.

Following this path, the two young men prepared to leave this relatively remote place, because it would not be long before the Wendao Conference was about to be held.

Hearing his companion's words, another young man surnamed Kong showed obvious resentment.

"People don't look down on our Kong family, haven't you listened to those guys in white?

For more than 2,000 years, our Confucian family not only did not have the way of Confucius, but also surrendered to every dynasty, and not only did not stand up and take the lead in resisting when foreign invasions were invaded, but always aided and abetted. ”

The young man who spoke first was stunned for a moment, his face changed several times, and he quickly reacted.

He sighed, shook his head and pretended to regret: "It's a pity! But to be honest, it's no wonder that the Kong family is not going to blame for this matter, the continuation of the family bloodline is fundamental, and these people in the hidden vein of the Kong family also don't have a backache when they stand and talk."

In the past 2,000 years, more or less the ancient family of the same era as the Kong family has been submerged in history!"

The young man surnamed Kong sneered, his face showed arrogance, and Yudao mocked disdainfully:

"I've been hiding for more than 2,000 years and now I come out, I really think that our Kong family is still the insignificant little branch back then!

Hmph, my Kong family will let these self-esteemed hidden veins know what true power is.

...”

Listen to the two young men talking about the farther and farther away, and gradually disappear.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, between the green bamboos, Zhao Tian frowned.

"It seems that there is a deep contradiction between the hidden veins of the Confucian family and the Confucian family who have been living outside.

I don't know if this matter will have an impact on this Wendao Conference? I hope there won't be any accidents!" muttering to himself, Zhao Tian slowly shook his head, no longer thinking about this matter, after all, this matter has nothing to do with him.

Closing his eyes again, Zhao Tian fell into that deep understanding again, and seemed to have forgotten the Wendao Conference that was about to start.

Faintly, with the help of the mysterious energy factors that filled this heaven and earth, he seemed to have grasped a breakthrough opportunity.

As early as when he was still in Egypt, Zhao Tian could actually break through at any time, and the essence of his life level had changed, and he had become a title-level powerhouse.

However, out of some kind of intuition, he always felt that something crucial seemed to be missing, and if he broke through rashly, he would inevitably leave regrets that could not be repaired.

So nearly a month has passed, and he is still at the third-level peak life level.

Until today, with the help of the special environment of this place, Zhao Tian finally grasped a glimmer of spiritual light dimly.

Time slipped away minute by minute, getting closer and closer to the scheduled time.

Today's sky is exceptionally clear, with only a few white clouds in the sky.

The sun at noon is slightly blazing, like a big fireball that is burning, and the scorching sun shines on the earth, which contains an incomparably strong sun essence.

I don't know how long it has been, and the whole world suddenly reverberated with a vast and ancient Qingyue roar, which sounded leisurely and loudly, as if it had penetrated the long time of more than 2,000 years, and sketched a magnificent scene of that era in front of everyone.

In an instant, the whole world fell silent, as if time had stopped, it was amazing!

Ancient and long-lasting, with the heaviness and precipitation of the years, a sound of joy and joy continues to echo between this heaven and earth, bringing people a shock to the soul.

It's like an ancient ritual, or something.

In short, after I don't know how long it was, Zhao Tian suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the stone.

Qingyue's roar had long since stopped, but the wind had left traces, the charm was eternal, and Zhao Tian's ears seemed to be echoing with that ancient voice.

At the same time, outside the city, among the mountains and forests, on top of a hill.

A young man opened his eyes, a faint smile on his lips.

Holding a black and white feather fan, the young man walked to the edge of the pavilion and looked at it from afar.

"Are you going to start?"

Whispering to himself, his gaze seemed to penetrate the distance, to see the center of the ancient building.

"It's time to start!"

In a canyon, Guiguzi, who was in a high-crowned ancient costume, raised his eyes.

On the uphill road in the area where the Confucian family's hidden vein was located, a young man in blue with black hair scattered over his shoulders and an ordinary face stood alone.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a shallow smile, and he continued to climb the mountain step by step, leisurely and casually, very indifferent!

In the city, in several courtyards located in different locations, but also inconspicuous, several white-haired old men, or ordinary as old farmers, or as elegant as scholars, or tall as warriors, they all raised their heads at the same time, and looked in the direction where the hidden veins of the Kong family were located.

"The Spring and Autumn Chimes ring again, is it really the return of Kong Sheng?"

Someone muttered to himself, and immediately wanted to get up, but after hesitating, he finally shook his head with a sigh and withdrew his gaze.

When Zhao Tian followed the road and felt the central area of this building, the place where the Wendao Conference was held, he suddenly found that he was late.

The entire Wendao Conference had begun, and the Grand Elder of the Confucian Family, who was presiding, did not delay, and in just a few words, he announced the beginning of the entire conference.

This time, because there were so many people who participated in the conference, it included all kinds of schools, so it was completely impossible as before.

Generally speaking, the beginning of the Wendao Conference is similar to the general Wenhui Conference, where students from all walks of life talk about poetry and songs, or compare qin, chess, calligraphy and painting.

After that, a few seniors who had heard the cultivation world were selected by everyone, and the geniuses of the younger generation debated with each other and expressed their opinions.

If someone can overpower everyone, then they can be regarded as the champion of this Wendao Conference.

In general, the atmosphere of the Wendao Conference is still very harmonious, different from martial artists, or other cultivators, after all, everyone is a cultural person, and it is impossible to really fight with each other.

However, this time, the rules are completely different, not to mention the major geniuses invited by the Confucian family, just the major academies, the Ming family, the Luo family, the Tang family, the Heavenly family and other Heavenly Son families, there are many scary people sent out, and there is no way to be like before.

"The Luo family is really scary this time, at least several big shots have been dispatched!"

Some people sighed that the Qing Dynasty's Aixin Jueluo family is also the Luo family, which is worthy of being the closest Son of Heaven family to this era, although the background is far less profound than other Son of Heaven families, but it is much easier for those sleeping powerhouses to recover from the seal.

"Chai Weng Zheng Zhen, Guoshi Sun Zhirang, Zeng Guofan, Zhang Zhidong..."

The crowd of onlookers on the periphery pointed at the Luo family and his party, and there was a lot of discussion.

There are well-informed people, and many of them are recognized.

Zhao Tian listened secretly, although he had never heard of the names of many of them, but only a few familiar historical figures appeared in front of him alive, which still made him feel a little fluctuating for a while.

Standing in the crowd and looking quietly, Zhao Tian recognized Zeng Guofan, and the other party's beard was particularly conspicuous.

He also recognized Jang Zhi-dong, which was seven or eight points similar to the pictures in the history books.

Sensing the life fluctuations emitted by the other party, Zhao Tian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, although these people were powerful, each of them had reached the title level, and several of them were even more terrifying, Zhao Tian judged that they should be infinitely close to the quasi-king realm.

However, with his current strength, even if he does not break through, he is still at the peak of the third level, and he is not afraid of these people at all.

In fact, the Qing Dynasty was not without a king realm of literary and Taoist cultivators, such as the famous Ji Xiaolan, as well as Nalan Xingde, as for Cao Xueqin, who wrote the Dream of Red Mansions, it is said that he has touched the threshold of the monarch's realm.

However, due to the Luo family's own reasons, these people are not in the Luo family now, or have joined the major academies, or they are nowhere to be found.

Therefore, although the lineup of the Luo family this time is luxurious, there is no king who can suppress everything.

Considering that there are too many people and different genres in this conference, there are three levels that must be passed if you want to participate in the final real conference.

As a result, those who lacked strength would be kept out, and the strongest Wen Zhi cultivators would be screened out.

The first checkpoint set by the Confucian family is the name of the Spring and Autumn Period.

A nine-storey tower with hollowed out walls, the scene in which can be clearly seen.

Located on the highest ninth floor, a hazy and illusory world loomed, a mysterious light flowed, and half a roll of ancient bamboo slips rose and fell in the light.

Zhao Tian stared at it for a while, and couldn't help but shake his head, sure enough, as those people said, only entering that nine-story tower would be affected.

It is said that the half-scroll bamboo slip was written by Confucius himself, and it was the first spring and autumn book in the world, containing the avenue of heaven and earth that Confucius comprehended after entering the forbidden realm.

According to legend, the other half was lost in the war when the original emperor was in turmoil, and it is suspected that it was destroyed in the refining process of the Ten Thousand Souls Fire Pool.

In fact, the incident of burning books and pit Confucianism recorded in the history books was actually one of the steps of Qin Shi Huang's refining of the Ten Thousand Souls Fire Pool.

Once you enter the nine-story stone tower, your spirit will be implicated in another illusory world, experiencing one different life after another, and only those who always maintain their original heart can continue to move forward and ascend to higher heights.

The difficulty of each layer will increase dramatically, becoming more and more difficult, once the heart is shaken and cannot adhere to his fundamental understanding of heaven and earth, he will naturally be taken out of this nine-story stone tower by the power of spring and autumn.

Fortunately, it is not necessary to reach the highest level to pass the level, and no one present can do it.

As long as you can pass the first three layers, even if you can't hold on to the fourth layer for a minute, you can still pass the level.

And just when Zhao Tian understood the specific situation from the conversations of the people around him, someone had already climbed the second layer of the stone tower.

And that person Zhao Tian is also very familiar with, it is not those ancient beings who have recovered from the seal, dressed in green clothes, it is Li Mad .