The eighth day of the second month of the summer calendar.

In early spring, the spring breeze is steep, and the grass waves are flying.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, a magnificent majestic city is located at the foot of Niu Mountain. The broad Zishui runs out from the belly of Niushan, passes through the east side of Xiongcheng, and flows to the east, endlessly. The blue-gray walls of Xiongcheng are reflected in the sparkling water, swaying and rippling. On the river, the boat is like a shuttle, through the weaving, the wharf on the bank of the river, the unloading of containers, a prosperous scene.

The name of the Xiongcheng is Linzi City, out of Jimen to the west, there is a small city with a unique style outside Jimen is located on the grass waves, this small city is the world-famous Jixia School Palace.

To the south of the Jixia School Palace is a large lake called Shen Pond, which is a system of water that flows out of Shen Pond and winds to the north, flowing slowly.

It was the afternoon, and the warm sun sprinkled on the water, sparkling and flickering.

Next to the water, on the vast grassland outside the west gate of the Jixia School Palace, the young Jixia students are all dressed up, some riding fast horses, galloping, chasing and playing, and exercising riding skills on the vast and boundless prairie; Some bent bows and arrows, and the arrows shot out, and in an instant, they were firmly nailed to the red heart of the arrow target a hundred paces away.

A young man stretched out his bow and set up an arrow, his eyes were firmly fixed on the arrow target in the distance, trying his best to aim, his little face was red from the force, and he was about to shoot out, when a shout came from behind him-

"Ziyuan, stop practicing, Qi Yu and Ma Chengjia are fighting again, let's go and see."

A little fat man ran panting from behind, put his arm on the boy's shoulder, and grinned.

The young man Xie Ziyuan reluctantly put down the longbow in his hand, stuck the arrow in the quiver behind his back, exhaled a long breath, and said, "Why are you fighting again?" Don't you care, sir? ”

The little fat man smiled "haha" and said: "Mr. is also watching from the side today, how can he care, they compete in martial arts, and the sword skills will naturally progress faster, Mr. is happy to see it." ”

As he spoke, he pulled Xie Ziyuan and ran to the river, at this time, a large group of students had already surrounded the river, and from time to time there were shouts and the crisp sound of weapons handing over from the crowd.

Xie Ziyuan shook his head and smiled, turned around and ran over.

The two of them got into the crowd, only to see the open space surrounded by everyone, the two teenagers were fighting fiercely, the two teenagers were tall and one short, the short one was thick shoulders and thick neck, hemp face, lion nose, quite ugly, the tall teenager was handsome and extraordinary, the jade tree was in the wind, and a pair of eyes were even more seductive, looking forward to life.

A tall and thin young man in the crowd who looked like an ape saw Xie Ziyuan and the little fat man struggling to get in, so he pulled them and laughed: "Where is the excitement, there must be you Young Master Duan Heng, Ziyuan is forced to bring you again?" ”

The little fat man Duan Henggang stood still, slapped the young man who looked like an ape, and said with a smile: "Each other, where is the excitement, where is there your brother Zhao Pu, how is the battle situation now?" ”

Zhao Pu smiled quietly and said, "It's still the same, Ma Chengjia has done his best, but Qi Yu still has reservations. ”

The little fat man Duan Heng smiled slyly and continued: "But the results are often unexpected, Ziyuan, who are you betting on winning this time?" ”

Xie Ziyuan glanced at the little fat man helplessly and said, "I can't see it." ”

Xie Ziyuan's gaze did not look at the field, but fell on a girl who was also watching the battle not far away.

The girl is fair-skinned and delicate, with a good face, dressed in a strong suit, tall, with straight legs, looking heroic, her eyes are full of light, and her spirit is vibrant. The girl also looked at the competition in the field, but her eyes showed laughter and disdain.

Xie Ziyuan looked at the girl stupidly, and the little fat man Duan Heng said excitedly on the side: "I bet that Qi Yu's skills are superior, so I bet on a chicken leg in the canteen at noon tomorrow, how about it?" Sub-meta. As he spoke, he stabbed Xie Ziyuan with his elbow and the dazed Xie Ziyuan on the side.

Xie Ziyuan replied absentmindedly: "Then I'll bet on Ma Chengjia to win." ”

The girl seemed to hear their conversation, turned her eyes, glanced at the little fat man Duan Heng, and said with a smile: "Qi Yu's swordsmanship is good, but it's a pity that he always likes to be handsome, and he looks good when he makes moves, and discards those moves that look ordinary but are more useful." If he fights seriously, Ma Chengjia will definitely not be his opponent, but if he plays tricks like this, he is afraid that he will lose again. ”

Zhao Pu nodded approvingly and said, "Yes, Ma Chengjia's progress is very fast, but Qi Yu doesn't seem to care about winning or losing." ”

The little fat man Duan Heng's little face fell, and he said unwillingly: "Do I want to lose my chicken leg to Ziyuan again?" ”

Xie Ziyuan looked at the girl with love, nodded affirmatively, and said, "Sister Rou's analysis will not be wrong, the chicken leg belongs to me." ”

As the girl said, the lion-nosed young man Ma Chengjia's swordsmanship in the field was wide open and closed, full of a sense of power, and the handsome young man Qi Yu had a chic posture and a good move, but it was complicated and redundant.

At this time, Ma Chengjia slashed straight down with a sword, Qi Yu smiled, turned around exaggeratedly to avoid, turned around and backhanded a sword, the tip of the sword rose up, and stabbed at Ma Chengjia's shoulder socket, Ma Chengjia hurriedly retracted his strength and returned to the sword, and opened Qi Yu's long sword, but Qi Yu laughed, he had already retracted his strength, but with the strength of Ma Chengjia, the long sword swung out of a semicircle in the air, and pointed obliquely at Ma Chengjia's lower abdomen.

At the edge of the crowd, a tall and majestic man who looked to be in his thirties, with long hair and a shawl, calmly watched the competition in the field, his eyes deep and unpredictable.

The man's black hair was scattered over the man's broad shoulders, his nose hooked like an eagle, and his eyes were deep-set, giving him a sense of coldness and ruthlessness. His hands hanging on his sides were a little longer than the average person, and his face and hands were as clear as snow. His eyes are deep and unfathomable, focused and determined, as if he never needs to blink.

With black hair and white skin, the strong contrast makes him look like the god of war in hell, and he suddenly broke through the earth.

Suddenly, the man seemed to feel something, and looked up at the sky—

I saw that above the clear blue sky, a streamer was falling rapidly, and the target was the shore of this system.

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Inside the Kinoshita School Palace.

Under a plum tree, a stone table, two bamboo mats, two old men are sitting and playing chess, a child in Tsing Yi is serving tea on the side, a small incense burner is placed on the stone table, next to the chessboard, and the cigarette smoke winds up, dispelling the wisps of spring cold around.

The old man on the left is full of silver threads, with a long silver beard hanging down his chin, his face is ruddy, his skin is crystal like a baby, there is no wrinkle on his face, his big sleeves are fluttering, and he is holding a sunspot in his hand at this time, hesitating.

The old man on the right has half black and half white hair, meticulously tied on the top of his head, his face is full of wrinkles, he has a neatly trimmed short beard under his chin, he is in good spirits, his waist is straight, his eyes are deep and calm, and he is quietly waiting for the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man suddenly sighed, threw the black spot in his hand into the chess box, and said with a depressed expression: "Brother Xun, the Qi country is no longer the Qi country of the past, and the Ji Xia is no longer the Ji Xia of the day. ”

The old man surnamed Xun was stunned when he heard this, and asked with heavy eyes: "Brother Zou seems to have something to do with this?" ”

The old man surnamed Zou sighed, nodded and said: "Yes, you and I saw the restoration of the Qi State back then, and we were originally returning to Jixia with great ambitions to contribute to the revival of the homeland, but in today's situation, you also know that the doctors under the Jixia have long been no longer qualified to participate in politics and discuss politics, and the power of the government is monopolized by Tian Dan, arbitrary, and even the king is helpless, and the Manchu magnates only want to enjoy themselves, blindly arrogant, empty-eyed, and escape the reality that the Qi country has long been decayed. I have a lot of talents, but I have no opportunity to display my ambitions, so I can only talk and debate all day long, and no matter how clear my knowledge is, it will not be beneficial to Qi Guo. What's the use of me Zou Yan staying here! ”

The old man surnamed Xun closed his eyes sadly, and said: "Over the years, old friends have left Jixia one by one, leaving only you and me, and now even you are leaving......

Zou Yan twisted his beard and sighed lightly, "Brother Xun, it's not a secret, I watched the stars on Chinese New Year's Eve in the early days, and I have already measured that the luck of the Qi country is only more than thirty years left, and the reason why these years are still here is just that this old bone is attached to my hometown, but although the country of Qi is my Zou Yan's homeland, it is not as important as the rise and fall of the world in me, in recent days, the old man has faintly felt that a new saint who will unify the world is about to be born, and this trip to leave the country of Qi, the old man is going to find a new saint who will end the turbulent era of hundreds of years." ”

The old man surnamed Xun was shocked when he heard this, Huo Ran opened his eyes and stared at Zou Yan tightly. Hearing this, Rao was moved at this time with his self-cultivation: "The new saint is really going to be born?" Brother Zou may be sure? ”

Zou Yan nodded and said solemnly: "At least eight points certain." ”

The old man surnamed Xun was full of joy on his face, and said three "good" words in a row, and said happily: "Master Meng said: 'There will be a king in five hundred years', and there is finally hope for peace in this world." Apparently he was convinced of Zou Yan's observational skills.

Zou Yan looked at the old man surnamed Xun with hope, and asked: "Before my trip, I have to go to the East China Sea to find out the reclusive Brother Lu, old friend, with your reputation in the Seven Kingdoms of Xunzi's name, why don't you go with me this time?" ”

It turned out that this old man surnamed Xun was the famous Xunzi in later generations.

Xunzi had already adjusted his mood at this time, but there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he shook his head when he heard the words: "The world is about to be unified, and the old man can't leave." ”

Zou Yan knew Xunzi very well, and said with a smile: "Is it because of your two proud protégés?" ”

Xunzi said with a smile: "Although Jixia has long ceased to be prosperous, but after all, it is the center of the world's academics, the old man is old, and there are not many days left in this life, it is better to leave what he has learned in his life to the next generation, and the new era in the future will be their world after all." ”

Zou Yan smiled and sighed: "Speaking of the ability to teach students, there is really no one in our group who can match your brother Xun, Han Fei and Li Siju are rare in a hundred years, and they are all found for you." ”

At this moment, Zou Yan suddenly felt something, "Huh", his face was surprised, he stretched out his hand, pinched his fingers, and said in surprise: "In the sky!" ”

Xunzi had already paid attention to Zou Yan's behavior, and when he heard this, he and Zou Yan looked up at the sky at the same time-

I saw a streamer piercing the clear blue sky, falling rapidly, and the target was the place west of the Jixia School Palace.

Zou Yan was shocked, and said in a trembling voice: "Could it be a new saint, how can it be so fast?" It shouldn't be, Brother Xun, come on, let's take a look. ”

As he spoke, he stumbled to his feet, didn't care about tidying up his scattered clothes, pulled up Xunzi, and the two old gentlemen who were over half a hundred years old supported each other and hurried towards the direction of the meteor's fall.

The little boy in Tsing Yi behind him stood in place, paused for a moment, hurriedly put down the teapot in his hand, and trotted over to support Xunzi, and the childish boy sounded: "Teacher, Cang'er also wants to go to see it." ”