The atmosphere in the Temple of Literature suddenly stagnated, it was unreasonable to be reasonable, the front foot itself was established, and the back foot was broken by itself, there is no reason for this.

Zhang Xianjun said: "Shi Sheng, the mistake made by Pang Beidou is not big or small, this time he committed his first offense, and I also executed the vacuum criminal law, or just forget it, erasing the record is not also a matter of raising your hand for you." ”

For the old man in front of him, Zhang Xianjun has to speak leisurely, he is also a saint, but people have gone far on their own path, if you want to talk about age, Zhang Xianjun is just a child in front of him.

Shi Sheng didn't answer his question directly, but said, "How is Daozang?"

Zhang Xianjun said: "Now that people are in Jiangnan, with Pang Beidou following, it is no big deal. ”

Shi Sheng took the pen to write and draw, "Beidou followed, okay, for the first time in so many years, you begged me, my old guy can't help but give face to you, the new saint, but once I move, who are you going to throw this cause and effect on?"

Zhang Xianjun sat up straight and replied, "Otherwise, I will let Pang Beidou owe you a personal favor?"

Shi Sheng sneered, "What do I want that bastard's favor to do, so let's do it, I have also seen the matter in front of the white jade table, Mr. Huge is also beating people for others, as for who it is, you know better than me, then that's it, let that kid in Daozang owe me a favor, next time I have time to come to the Temple of Literature This cause and effect, what do you think?"

Zhang Xianjun was a little hesitant, Dao Yuan had a very bad opinion of himself now, would it be a little inappropriate to act rashly, but after thinking about it, there was nothing too good to do, so he could only talk about it in the future.

Zhang Xianjun nodded, which was regarded as a promise, but Shi Sheng asked instead: "Don't you agree so early, is the master of that kid in Daozang, the master of your former fellow disciple?"

Zhang Xianjun said with a smile: "Shi Sheng, even if you do it, I will be his senior brother at any time, and I will still do this, you can rest assured." ”

Shi Sheng nodded thoughtfully, put down the jade pen, got up and said, "Come with me." Then the figures of the two disappeared.

There are many independent spaces in the Temple of Literature, all of which were opened up when the Temple of Literature was built in the early years.

The two Shi Sheng descended into a relatively large parallel space in the Temple of Literature.

This space is surrounded by nothingness, but there are some stars dotted in it, forming a galaxy painting.

The two of them came to the center side by side and stood still, and the next moment they saw Shi Sheng raise his hand and wave it in front of him, and a large writing-shaped plate appeared in front of them. The dense words on it are really dazzling to look at the people.

Zhang Xianjun glanced at this plate, he knew what it was, this thing was called a record, it recorded the people who had been punished with the Temple of Literature, a lot, in one of the specific columns, I saw Pang Beidou's name, the record was good, and a small black dot was suspended there, which means that Pang Beidou had a punishment record.

This kind of thing is very bad for those of them who have advanced cultivation, because it will determine the judgment of the Temple of Literature on them, and it will also determine whether the Temple of Literature will help them when they want to take that step in their cultivation in the future.

Of course, those with low cultivation are a different matter, and the scope of this punishment is very small, and only these worlds are eligible to be included in it.

There are more Confucian temples, and they can't manage it.

Shi Sheng didn't say much, stretched out his palm, and didn't know what mysterious spell he used, he saw the black dot under Pang Beidou's name shake a few times, and then jumped out of the record and flew into Shi Sheng's hand, floating in his palm without a little luster.

Shi Sheng threw the black dot to Zhang Xianjun, who took it in his hand, closed his palm, and the black dot disappeared.

Shi Sheng said: "I don't talk much if you know how to deal with this thing, but you'd better go a few days later, the guards over there seem to have disappeared recently, and they are old, and they will disappear for a few days as soon as they disappear." ”

Zhang Xianjun knew where he was talking about, the Eye of the North Wind, a forbidden place.

The person who watched the recipient was also a strange person, there were always a few days a month to disappear, and no one knew where he went, if the saint wanted to check, he would naturally be able to find out, but if he did, he would inevitably be scolded by him poking his backbone, and you couldn't reason.

Zhang Xianjun said: "Where did he go this time, no one in the Temple of Literature knows?"

Shi Sheng stared at him with interest and said, "I don't have time to look at it, besides, everyone has a little privacy, as long as he doesn't threaten the world." ”

That guy is an uncertain factor, and none of the guards in the forbidden land are good at stubble.

Shi Sheng took back the record and left first, followed by Zhang Xianjun.

The two of them left this place and returned to the hall of the Confucian Temple, in front of the long white jade table.

Shi Sheng sat down on the spot and continued to bow his head and take the jade pen to scribble and change, the first year of the Tang Kingdom is getting closer and closer, time is pressing, prepare first, and he can be a little more relaxed when the time comes.

Zhang Xianjun was very interested and did not continue to bother, turned around and walked towards the gate of the Confucian Temple.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Zhang Xianjun stopped, looked back and found that Shi Sheng also put down his pen and looked up at himself, the two looked at each other and smiled, each knowing in his heart.

Zhang Xianjun said: "I know that every time I leave, you have something to say. ”

Shi Sheng smiled and said, "This is probably the old man, a little verbose." ”

"In the future, I will often go back to the outer heavens, and I feel that you have been in the secular world for a long time and speak with an official taste, which is not suitable for the Temple of Literature. ”

Zhang Xianjun carefully recalled the conversation between Fang Cai and Shi Sheng, carefully a product does have a taste of secular officialdom, this is not a good habit for the saints of the Confucian Temple, it seems that they will have to go back to the world to stay in the future, and now it is only Shi Sheng who said him, if it takes a long time, the rest of them also say that it will be a big deal.

Zhang Xianjun smiled and turned to leave.

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Zhang Shengren, who walked out of the gate, saw a sneaky figure next to the door, ready to cross the staircase guardrail and go downstairs.

"Tao Xian, where are you going to go, isn't it worth it today?"

The plain-clothed scholar stopped Tao Xian.

The latter turned around and laughed first, with a lewd face, rubbed his hands, and said with a smile: "Oh, Sage Zhang, of course I'm on duty today, but this point should also be lowered." As he spoke, he gestured up at the sky.

As the sun sets, the glow shines through the clouds, enveloping the entire outer sky, and the clouds blend together, making it particularly sacred.

Zhang Xianjun looked up at the sky, and secretly said in his heart that it was indeed not early.

"This is where you're going. ”

Zhang Xianjun knew that Tao Xian was an idle person, and he was idle in his name, but he was an idle master in his life.

Tao Xian said with a smile on his face: "It's not that it's not too dark yet, I'm going to go down the mountain and take a look at the scenery." ”

He promised Xiaokouba to go down the mountain to find the second fat man for him to buy the card that he had been thinking about for a long time.

Zhang Xianjun smiled: "That's it, then I'll give you a ride." ”

Tao Xian was so frightened that he almost didn't sit on the ground, the last time he said to give him a ride, he thought it was a good thing, because the saint rushed to the road, it was a step out of thousands of miles and thousands of miles. But he was really afraid, because the last time he was also going to give himself a ride, he was so happy at that time, it was a great honor for him as a doorman to be able to put on the shoulders of the saint.

But the result was that Yu Feng flew under the starry sky dome that was tens of thousands of miles away from the ground, and this Zhang Dasheng didn't know what news he received, so he moved it away directly, yes, it was directly left.

Defenselessly, he dropped from the dome of the starry sky, which was thousands of miles high.

Fortunately, Tao Xian himself is also a little Taoist, but the distance is too high, exceeding the height of the distance law reached by his realm instinct under the starry sky dome, and the ending is obvious, he was directly pressed back to the ground by the ethereal law of the starry sky dome, although he returned to the Temple of Literature safe and sound, but he fell into the realm.

Thanks to this period of hard work, he came back from hard work, and you must know that he usually dislikes cultivation the most, because in his opinion, cultivation is very boring.

Now the person in front of him has to take a piece of himself, he just wants to say, my saint, my realm is low, and I have only been practicing for hundreds of years, and I really can't stand you flying back and forth like this.

But the Confucian sage Zhang Xianjun, who didn't care, gave him a chance to react, stretched out his hand to restrain Tao Xian's shoulder, but he didn't fly up against the wind, he knew the rules of the Temple of Literature better than anyone else, although he had just been ordered by the old man Shi Sheng, but he still knew the rules, and then his body slowly floated up, and his feet were a foot from the ground, and then he quickly slid down to the white jade square.

The two of them fell down and said hello to the dimple boy, who completely ignored Tao Xian's bitter gourd-like face, and secretly threw Tao Xian a look that remembered to bring back the card.

Zhang Xianjun said: "Yuanyi, remember to go to the bamboo forest to copy books after watering the flowers, I will always watch you, don't think about stealing and playing tricks." After speaking, he took Tao Xian to rise to the wind and disappeared.

Poor dimple boy, holding a shower in his hand, pulled his face bitterly, and muttered in his mouth, "Annoying, I still have to copy books, Sage Zhang is really the most idle sage in the entire Confucian Temple, and he knows every day to punish me for copying books." ”

"Add two more times and come back next time for spot checks. Zhang Xianjun's voice fell into the young man's ears word for word.

The shower in the young man's hand fell to the ground, and shouted in the direction where the two disappeared: "Sage Zhang, I was wrong, can I copy it again." "Originally, there were a lot of copies, but this is added twice, when will it be written.

There was no response, only the crisp and nice sounds of the colorful birds around the square.

But the thought that he was about to get his beloved card made the boy relieved.

Then looking at the two of them who were leaving against the wind, Yuan Yi raised his hand on his forehead, made a gesture for the monkey to look into the distance, and said with envy, "Wow, I really envy Tao Xian, it's good to be able to catch the sage's wind again." ”