The young man named Yuanyi bared a mouthful of big white teeth, grinned, and said: "Sage Zhang, you don't know, this flower that Master Yasheng likes, don't look at me usually lazy and slippery, but if I water the flowers, I am the first to water it, but I don't know what happened recently, Master Yasheng suddenly ordered me not to water this boneless flower anymore, what do you say that if you stay in the greenhouse for a long time, you have to taste the bitterness, what Master Yasheng said is in the clouds, I will say it to you now, do you understand what Master Yasheng means, anyway, Yuanyi doesn't understand, hehe." ”

The boy smiled silly, and the two dimples were good-looking.

The sun is high above the Temple of Literature, and the gentle sunlight spreads with brilliance like a saint's preaching, enveloping the entire heavens and the earth.

The sun shines on the boy's face, and the cute dimples resurface with the boy's giggle, which is very pleasing.

Zhang Xianjun muttered in his heart for a while, afraid that Yasheng was talking to some kind of code, and then raised his hand and rewarded Yuanyi with a violent shiver, and scolded with a smile: "Let you usually not study well, now you can't even read Yasheng's words, it seems that I haven't gone to the bamboo forest to copy books recently, and I will go to the bamboo forest to copy books after watering the flower garden for a while." ”

"Ah, still copying books, I just finished copying the Tao Te Ching a few days ago, and let me copy it, I'm ......"

The dimple boy hadn't finished his words, his eyes happened to be on the pair of peach blossom eyes of the plain-clothed scholar, and the words he wanted to say could only be swallowed into his stomach.

The plain-clothed scholar stared at the back of the dimple boy and smiled, this kid is really getting more and more unruly.

Yuanyi is actually not a pure human race, his father is a human race, but his mother is a demon race, and the combination of the two gave birth to Yuanyi, a race called a half-demon by the world.

This kid probably inherited half of his mother's demon bloodline, and his lifespan is much longer than that of ordinary people, and it will be about two or three hundred years if he pinches his fingers, anyway, Yasheng brought it back to the outer heavens, and others didn't ask more, and they didn't dare to inquire more.

He didn't have much interest in cultivation, but fortunately, the Temple of Literature has a lot of luck accumulated in the past few eras, and there are some saints and powerful people who teach the Tao every good time.

Zhang Xianjun said that he went up the stairs, I don't know who designed the ladder leading to the gate of the Confucian Temple, probably to highlight the tall and majestic shore of the Confucian Temple, the supreme scholar of literature, the ladder is long, and it is all made of fine white jade, in which each stone is engraved with formation runes, it is not luxurious, but it is a little difficult to walk, it just so happens that the Confucian Temple cannot teleport or even shuttle through the void, so people who want to come to the Confucian Temple must be prepared to climb this high ladder before coming.

Besides, the height of the Temple of Literature still needs to be displayed by the height of the stairs?

Zhang Xianjun walked halfway up the steps, and Yuanyi shouted from the flower garden below, "Zhang Shengren, this boneless flower can't be watered yet, I look at it and it's dying, it's a little shorter than the spirit just now." ”

Zhang Xianjun did not stop, continued to walk the steps, and said to Na Yuanyi with his heart: "Listen to your Yasheng master." ”

Yuan Yi next to the flower garden scratched his ears and cheeks, looking at the boneless saffron that was about to die in front of him, this is really going to die if he doesn't water it, and he doesn't know what's going on with this saint, this flower is obviously his treasure is tight, and now he sees that it is about to die, the saint's mind is really don't guess.

Why don't I sneak in and water it? The idea just popped out of my head and was extinguished by myself, or don't violate the words of the Yasheng master, I still remember that it was about twenty-eight years ago in the Dragon Boat Festival, I was disobedient, and I said that the rules of the book could not go down the mountain to watch the dragon boat race, but I watched others go down the mountain one by one to play, the heart was as anxious as a monkey's claw scratching, extremely unbearable, and finally I couldn't stand it and violated the rules and went down the mountain, the dragon boat race that night was very beautiful, and the lanterns were really beautiful, but then it was discovered by Yasheng, and even Bengali was fined to copy a lot of books, so there was no bamboo forest for half a year。

The ring ruler that day was also extremely painful, which made people remember it vividly, and it was because of that memory that I was able to calculate the time, place and pain of the ring ruler so accurately......

Every time he thought of this, he would subconsciously rub his palms, itching very much.

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The Temple of Literature is very large, and almost the entire Outer Heaven is the building complex of the Temple of Literature, but the building standing in the highest place outside the Heaven is the core of the Temple of Literature, that is, the place where Zhang Xianjun went on the White Jade Square.

The white jade square is surrounded by ninety-nine jade pillars, and the distance between each jade pillar is ingeniously impossible to calculate, because no matter how you calculate it, it is like that, fine and just right.

The Confucian Temple complex is like a pyramid, the further down the building, the more buildings are built, and the lowest foot of the mountain is inhabited by some ordinary people. Outer Heaven is not so particular, mortal immortals live in the same place, although it is called Outer Heaven, but they are also under the same sky, but they can move at will.

Because it is said that there is a magic circle in the entire outer world, which can be used to reclaim mountains and seas, carry and shuttle, and if necessary, it can move the entire outer heaven to travel through endless time and space to and from all parts of the world, but even the great war thousands of years ago did not make the Temple of Literature easy to move, and its stability can be seen.

Time is like a stream, quietly crossing the fingertips, flowing into the endless river of time, turning into a little bit of light, endless, and eternal.

Zhang Xianjun stepped on the last step without hurry, standing in front of this gate that represented the highest power of the entire Confucian Temple, his face was not red or breathless, and he stopped for a long time.

I still remember that Mr. Pang Beidou, the first disciple of Tianji Mountain, who had just been taught by himself, had come to the Confucian Temple with his teacher a few years ago, and then he didn't dare to come back after being killed, no one knew why, but he knew a thing or two.

At that time, they were all young, and not long after Pang Beidou worshiped the old man of Tianji, he came to visit the saints outside the sky with his teacher, which can be regarded as an unwritten etiquette.

At that time, Zhang Xianjun came to the Temple of Literature with the Emperor Cangxuan of Bulao Mountain, and he saw his childhood friend, and the two hit it off, which can be regarded as a crazy play. It was precisely because the two of them were close to each other at that time that Zhang Xianjun knew the reason.

It turned out that Pang Beidou had just come into contact with the hexagram technique at that time, and he was also obviously wise, his old man knew a little bit, and he would be able to learn it as soon as he learned it, and he had a little hexagram foundation, so he showed off, and completely forgot that his master often hung on his lips that the heavenly opportunity could not be revealed.

This guy came to the outside world, just like a thief and thief will reach out from time to time after being good, and generally come to occupational diseases, who is caught, who is counted, who is good, does not ask people for money, and if it is not good, it makes people angry, this dead pig who is not afraid of death chases and wants to collect money, and it must not be less at a time, at least two taels of silver.

There are some scholars in the Temple of Literature, and their kung fu is good, but when they encounter Pang Beidou, a scoundrel, they have no choice but to pay money obediently, and when they leave, they don't forget to scold him for insulting Sven.

It is said that the wicked have their own ruthless grinding, and the older generation of people can't discipline the old man because of the face of the old man, and some of the disciples of the previous generation who are more powerful than Pang Beidou disdain to deal with such a scoundrel, and the disciples of the same generation were able to suppress him at that time, and this one also followed behind to make a lot of money, so naturally he didn't make a move.

It wasn't until later that he met a girl who estimated how many years he would be about the same age as theirs.

This girl is said to be from the Wumiao, she is a tribal princess who was wiped out after the martial master traveled to the wilderness realm in his early years, and had no intention of saving.

This girl doesn't know if she was born with a love of dancing guns and sticks, fighting fiercely, or which one of the two temples secretly benefited, seeing Pang Beidou bullying people is two fists through the back, I don't know if Pang Beidou at that time was hindered by the eternal theorem that men and women do not kiss, good men do not fight with women, so straight and straight was knocked down by two fists, and later under Zhang Xianjun's careful questioning, I knew that it was really impossible to do it.

On the first day, the bully was found to have a panda eye in his right eye, and on the second day, he walked directly on the mountain with a pair of panda eyes, and since then he has not dared to go to the Temple of Literature, let alone the Temple of Wu, I am afraid that he will never go in this life.

Zhang Xianjun knew that Pang Beidou didn't come to the Temple of Literature for these two things, one was that the stairs were too high and he was tired and panicked, and the other was the shadow of his childhood, the little black girl.

I remember that the second Pang Beidou had already achieved something, after participating in the war thousands of years ago, he wanted to come to the Temple of Literature to listen to the law and get rewards, just arrived at the bottom of the mountain, and happened not to look at it and saw that black figure dangling under the Tianshan Mountain, good guy, he didn't say a word at the time, he spread his feet and ran, and after a thousand miles, he ran back to Tianji Mountain in a hurry, but he caused his master to be stunned for a while, thinking that he had smoked which crazy tendon, and he ran so fast that he ran faster than hiding his own board。

Since then, Mr. Pang Beidou has left a "scare (he) scare (he) prestige" in the Confucian Temple, and people give him a nickname, huge courage.

But the girl in the martial temple was a little embarrassed, in the end, a male monk hiding from himself like this will always be hung up and talking nonsense, you talk to me, and in the end, I don't know which girl Huaichun is.

Standing on the top of the stairs, Zhang Xianjun can always vaguely see the shadow of playing and playing here together back then.

Whenever he thinks of this, the corners of Zhang Xianjun's mouth will unconsciously rise, maybe this is the youth of these "old guys".

Zhang Xianjun whispered to himself: "A few thousand years old, it doesn't seem to be old." ”