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It doesn't look big, there are nine zhang high, boxy, on behalf of the person is upright, on the top eaves corner of Juxian Pavilion, there is a holy crane standing on one foot, spreading its wings, this is the meaning of recruiting talents.

"Boy, you guys go in first, I want to take a look in this Juxian Village, I wonder if Brother Kong Xuan has time to walk with me?"

"Naturally, Yuanbao Gongzi is well-informed, I also want to ask you for advice, Senior Brother Daoyan, I am a few years older than you, I will call you that for the time being, what else do you want?" Kong Xuan bowed his hand and invited Daoyan and his party to enter the Juxian Pavilion.

Xu Daoyan was a little anxious, and Wu Xiaobai was the same, so they didn't go to hang out, and everyone returned the salute to Kong Xuan: "No need, we can take care of everything, if the other three senior brothers have any news, I hope they can inform me as soon as possible, if there is anything useful to me, it must be incumbent." ”

"Okay, I'll thank you for the three senior brothers first, Senior Brother Daoyan, Wu Gongzi, Liuhan girl, please come in. Kong Xuan stretched out his hand and saw that the door of the Juxian Pavilion was open.

As soon as you get started, you will find rows of neat bookshelves, on which are placed the manuscripts of Confucian sages for generations, recording the splendid articles of Confucian exile for all generations.

Kong Xuan did not go in with them, but after saying goodbye, he and Yuan Bao turned around and left.

Xu Daoyan and his entourage entered it, watching that the wood on the bookshelf had been wiped clean and spotless, and many wills were condensed in that scroll of silk books.

Xu Daoyan felt as if he had come to a world of books, he had never seen so many books, and the entire Juxian Pavilion was square layer by layer, separated by bookshelves, and the walls were also hollowed out as bookshelves.

"Books can calm people's minds, I see that you are upset, why don't you read it?" Wu Xiaobai could understand his mood: "It is rare to have the opportunity to enter the Confucian Juxian Pavilion, and I also want to read books to increase my knowledge." ”

Dayi Liuhan does not yearn for Confucianism, but if she comes, she will be safe, even if she is not interested, it is good to know more, you must know that even Confucian disciples may not be able to enter, since he is fortunate to be able to enter, he naturally cannot let go of this opportunity.

Here gathered Confucian classics, as well as the Confucian sages of the past dynasties to write down the Confucian six arts of ritual music shooting imperial book experience, Dayi Liuhan directly to shoot the area.

In this Juxian Pavilion.

Xu Daoyan observed carefully, the bookshelves were arranged in the direction of gossip, the Confucian classics were placed in the dry position, some of the magazines left by the Confucian sages of the past dynasties were in the Kun position, and the others were the number of Lile Shooting Imperial Books, he diverted his attention, and his mood calmed down a lot, so he picked up a few books at random and looked at them carefully.

"This Confucian sage of the past generations is really extraordinary. Xu Daoyan picked up a scroll of silk books casually, and walked the dragon and snake on the writing pen, like a living thing, revealing an amazing heroic righteousness between the lines, as well as the spiritual will contained in the article, surging, magnificent, between the pen, Jin Ge Iron Horse, the Great Wall is thousands of miles, swallowing mountains and rivers.

No wonder it is said that Confucian protégés can calm the world when they put pen to paper, and martial arts can set the world, he took a deep breath, calmed down, and read carefully.

Cangwei followed the ingots and silkworms, and Xu Daoyan and his party were immersed in this Juxian Pavilion and read the classics left by the Confucian sages of the past dynasties.

Three months passed in a blink of an eye, and Xu Daoyan only felt that his literary spirit was satisfied, and he unconsciously reached the peak realm of saints.

He reads more miscellaneous books, will read some of everything, especially when he sees a number of categories, this is the way of Confucian divination and calculation, mysterious and profound, no wonder they all say that they don't hear things outside the window, and only read the books of sages and sages, and don't go out, they know the world's affairs, which is the observation of the world's fortunes.

Wu Xiaobai has also gained a lot, one law is all over ten thousand laws, and some Confucian knowledge can indeed bring him some unprecedented insights in the attainments of the institution.

Not to mention Dayi Liuhan, although she is not like Xu Daoyan who has obtained the supreme archery of Confucianism, but the sages who have been proficient in archery in the past dynasties have made her respectful of Confucian archery, because in these three months, she has learned too much from it, and I believe that combining with Gu Yi's cold blood will further improve her own way of attacking.

With the help of Cangwei and Sister Silkworm, Yuan Bao found a lot of problems in details, not to mention that he has a thorough understanding of Zhong Confucian Village, but at least let Yuan Bao's attainments in feng shui thaumaturgy have been greatly improved.

He and Kong Xuan talked very happily, although Yuan Bao looked like a hanger, but Kong Xuan made people feel very comfortable in terms of dealing with people, even if Yuan Bao had some language offense, he just smiled, not too much, the two of them talked, Kong Xuan was able to take over the topic very skillfully, and in turn dug up some substantive things from Yuan Bao, Yuan Bao deeply felt Kong Xuan's power.

The night was getting deeper.

In the Confucian Village, Kong Xuan was walking with ingots, they looked up at the stars above the nine heavens, there were three Wen stars whose light was faint and dying, Kong Xuan frowned slightly, and sighed softly: "Could it be that the three senior brothers still can't escape this catastrophe?"

"It seems that this time they were too seriously injured, and the three families of Kong and Mengxun couldn't save them together. Yuan Bao was speechless for a while, always feeling that he owed Confucianism something.

"Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven. Kong Xuan said softly and then said no more.

Juxian Pavilion.

The three figures appeared, which were Confucius Yuan, Meng Xiao, and Xun Huo, who were highly respected in Confucianism and had a great right to speak in Confucianism.

"Daoyan. Confucius Yuan was the leader, and he bowed.

Xu Daoyan was taken aback, and hurriedly returned the salute: "Ancestor ......"

"Fart, you call him Shizu, didn't you lower my seniority?" At this moment, the old beggar's scolding voice came from a space.

In front of Confucius Yuan, Meng Xiao, and Xun Huo, the layers of space were torn apart, silently, making people not notice a trace of the fluctuation of the Holy Dao, appearing in front of Xu Daoyan, even Confucius Yuan and his party were shocked like never before, it was obvious what was happening in front of them, but they did not notice it in the slightest, and the prohibition laid down by the entire Confucian Village was not broken.

The old beggar was dressed in rags, full of filth, unkempt, with long hair robbed, extremely dirty, and insects wriggling in his hair, he tilted his head to look at Confucius Yuan and his family, and plucked his ears: "You three old foxes, pull this group of children into the Confucian Village, I know what farts you are holding in your stomach." ”

"I have a senior, I hope to help my three Confucian sons survive a catastrophe. Confucius Yuan was gentle and polite, and with his seniority, he even called the old beggar a senior, even Xu Daoyan was taken aback.

"Got it, boy, that's the first thing I'll do for you. The old beggar glanced at Xu Daoyan with bared teeth, he was quite satisfied with his growth to such a point.

"Thank you, Master. Xu Daoyan was excited, it turned out that all the old beggars had already seen it in his eyes.

"Thank you, I just don't want to owe favors to others, these three old foxes put you into this Juxian Pavilion, read a lot of books, they are the essence of the Confucian sages of the past dynasties, just want me to be embarrassed to refuse, otherwise do you think, anyone can enter here? Even the three sons of Confucianism who want to retreat and practice here have a time limit, let alone you? What do you see, hurry up and obediently retreat here for a while, otherwise, Lao Tzu will die, and if you don't step into the realm of sages now, you will be in danger of dying at any time, don't let me waste my energy to save you at that time. The old beggar shouted at Xu Daoyan, but he didn't care, and nodded his head again and again.

"Take me, old fox. The old beggar's legs trembled, swaying around, without the appearance of a master, and he didn't take Confucius and his party to heart, but he had to admit that he was very powerful, from the old beggar Xu Daoyan saw what confidence, this is a Confucian village, Yuanbao said that if someone can get in, they may not be able to get out, the old beggar can go through the layers of space to get here, uninvited, it shows how strong his strength is.

"There is labor. "Confucius Yuan saw the piece of chess that the old beggar gave to Mencius Yan that day, and when he saw the leopard in his tube, he could know that his strength must be above himself.

At least he couldn't set up a game of chess to let Mencius Yan break through the mental barrier and step into the realm of the Holy Emperor, which shows how unpredictable this master behind Xu Daoyan is.

"Let's go. The old beggar and the three powerful existences of Confucianism disappeared at the same time, Meng Xiao finally knew why Xu Daoyan refused that day, he didn't expect the master behind him to be so powerful, even if he joined forces with Confucius Yuan and Xun Huo, he was not sure of victory, you must know that they had all reached the realm of the Holy Emperor.

Xu Daoyan was excited, no matter what, his three senior brothers were saved, and since the old beggar had already appeared, things would take a turn for the better.

Wu Xiaobai and Dayi Liuhan, who were on the side, also sighed, but soon they fell into the books left by the Confucian sages and experienced them quietly.

Xu Daoyan's heart was relieved, he was no longer worried, and continued to read the book seriously, invisibly, the holy sound was transmitted in his heart, washing every corner of Xu Daoyan's body, so that Haoran righteousness was contained, and he believed that if he gave himself a period of time to retreat here, he would definitely be able to break through to the realm of the holy general.

Now the holy rules in his body, through the baptism of the essence of these Confucian sages and sages, the essence is growing, but on the surface there is no difference, but it is not at all comparable to the sages of a few months ago, Xu Daoyan can read these sage books into his heart, integrate them into his blood, and have his own unique will, integrate them, which is very important.