Chapter 92: The Holy Land of Confucianism
On the streets of a deserted city.
Yu Yan walked slowly, and behind him were five figures following.
I don't know how long it took, Yu Gen finally turned around and smiled at Meng Dao and the other five people, "Brother Meng, you can send it here, I hope that next time we meet, this deserted city will definitely return to its former vitality under the leadership of Brother Meng and the others." ”
Mengdao was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then his eyes also flashed with Dao essence, his expression was solemn, and he looked at Yu Yan and said, "We will never live up to Lord Yan's expectations, and the next time my lord comes to the deserted city, I will definitely give you a different scene!"
Yu Gen nodded slightly, he could see the seriousness in Meng Dao's eyes, and he also saw the hope for the future of the deserted city.
"We'll meet later. Yu Yan only hugged his fists at Meng Dao and the other five people.
"There will be a period later. Meng Dao and the other five people immediately hugged their fists, and their expressions were respectful and serious.
After saying goodbye, Yu Yan turned around, and then did not stop at all, taking one step, the whole person disappeared in front of Meng Dao and the other five people in an instant.
"The deserted city will definitely return to its former prosperity!" Meng Dao looked at the direction in which Yu Qian had disappeared, his fists couldn't help but clench, and a determined light flashed in his eyes.
However, there was a hint of complexity in the eyes of one of the five people, and this person was the middle-aged man with a thin broken arm.
"Second brother, you want to go out, right?"
At this time, Meng Dao looked back at the man with the broken arm and smiled softly.
The man was slightly stunned, and the two women next to him and a big man were also shocked, and they all looked at the man with the broken arm.
"Big brother, I'm sorry, I ......"
"I'm your eldest brother, don't I know what you're thinking?"
Before the man with the broken arm could continue, Meng Dao immediately interrupted, and then said, "Go, this is your dream, now the caravan no longer exists, and the deserted city is about to prosper, you can follow your dream with peace of mind, with your talent will soon become a master that we all admire." ”
"Yes, second brother, you can go, leave the deserted city to us. At this time, the two women and a big man suddenly said as well, and their tones were full of encouragement.
Listening to Meng Dao and the others, the man with the broken arm finally couldn't hold back his eyes, and tears fell, and he knelt down, "Big brother, brothers and sisters, when I succeed in my studies, I will definitely come here to meet you again." ”
Then the man with the broken arm was hurriedly held up by the knife.
"There will be a date later!"
"Take care!"
As he spoke, the man with the broken arm bowed respectfully to Meng Dao and the other four, and then as soon as he turned around, the whole person also turned into a streamer and disappeared in front of Meng Tao and the others.
"Big brother, although the second brother said that he was going to practice, do you know which sect he went to practice?" At this time, a woman walked over, looked at Meng Dao and asked.
"If my guess is correct, the second brother will go nine times out of ten...... Genmon. Meng Dao muttered, and a trace of yearning flashed in his eyes, but this trace of yearning quickly disappeared.
Because at this moment, there is still an important task on him, that is, to rebuild the deserted city.
And Yu Yan only learned many years later that the few people he had inadvertently saved had become famous city lords, and the once deserted city had also become one of the most prosperous and lively cities in the fairy world.
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After Yu Qian left Fangcheng, he rushed in the direction of the Confucian Holy Land, because at this moment, he still had a traitor in the Confucian Holy Land who had been hunted down for many years.
He didn't expect this sentence to be the former second elder of the Confucian Holy Land, who was also a well-known master in the Confucian Holy Land before, and he was gentle and elegant. But because of some things, he was disfigured, and then he became jealous and retaliated for betraying the Confucian Holy Land, and he became the leader of the horse gang today.
Five days later, Yu Yan came to a vast area, and at the end of this area were rows of flat buildings, but everywhere they were full of majestic and righteous buildings.
"This Confucian holy land really lives up to its name, it is wider than my Xuanmen area, and the whole body exudes a majestic atmosphere, which makes people look awe-inspired, it is really a treasure of feng shui!"
Yu Yan was dressed in white, standing on the top of a mountain peak, looking at the vast area in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh.
Call!
A gust of wind blew, and the white clothes moved in the wind, and then Yu Yan's figure disappeared in place.
The next moment, when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of a magnificent mountain gate, guarded by two Tsing Yi disciples on both sides of the mountain gate.
"Who?!"
Seeing Yu Yan suddenly appear, the two Tsing Yi disciples who were guarding both sides of the mountain gate immediately shouted.
Yu Yan was slightly stunned, and was about to speak.
"It's not easy to have friends from afar!" A loud laugh suddenly came from below.
In the blink of an eye, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi suddenly appeared in front of Yu Yan.
"Meet the master!" When the two disciples saw the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi here, they were immediately startled, and hurriedly knelt down and bowed.
"Get up, remember that the person in front of you is the master of the Xuanmen, and if you see him in the future, you must also bow to him as respectfully as you did to me. The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi suddenly said to the two disciples.
The two disciples were also very surprised, but as soon as they heard a middle-aged man say this, their faces suddenly changed.
"Yes!" The two disciples hurriedly bowed, and then immediately turned around and bowed to Yu Qian, "We offended a lot just now, and we ask the master of the door to forgive us." ”
"It's because we don't know Mount Tai because we have eyes, and we ask the door master to forgive us!"
Yu Yan was stunned for a moment, a little crying and laughing, and at the same time, with a wave of his hand, an invisible force had lifted the two of them up.
"No need to be polite. ”
"Haha, door master, let's go in?" The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi suddenly smiled and said to Yu Gan.
"Please!" Yu Yan also smiled.
Then the two walked side by side towards the mountain gate, and disappeared in front of the two disciples in a blink of an eye.
"I really didn't expect him to be the master of the Xuanmen!"
"Yes, although I have heard of it, it is still much younger than I imagined!"
Seeing Yu Gen and his own head go in side by side, the eyes of the two disciples were full of shock.
Under the leadership of a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, Yu Gen and he soon came to a beautiful secluded garden.
Yu Yan quietly followed behind the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, his eyes couldn't help but sweep around, and a trace of amazement also flashed in his eyes, and the garden was full of attractive fragrances of flowers and plants.
"It's here. ”
Finally, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi stopped.
Yu Yan was slightly stunned, and only then did he notice that in front of them was a simple cabin.
"Master, Elder Taishang, the master of the Xuanmen Gate is here. The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi suddenly bowed respectfully to the wooden house.
"Come in!"
As soon as the man finished speaking, a deep sound came from the wooden house, and then only a 'squeak!' was heard, and the wooden door of the wooden house opened automatically.
Let's go! The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi turned his head and smiled at Yu Yan.
Led by the middle-aged man, Yu Gen walked into the wooden house with him.
After a while, the two of them came to the house.
At this time, Yu Yan also saw two old men sitting cross-legged in front of them, one with white hair and the other with black hair.
Both of them knew each other, especially the white-haired old man, who was the blue-clad and white-haired old man who had fought side by side with him, that is, the Supreme Elder of the Confucian Holy Land.