This cliff is carved with the top of the mountain of the Emperor Shen Jiaolong, and there are three people standing at this time, as well as the woman who is skilled in swordsmanship, I don't know where I am, I only hear her voice and don't see her face.

Among them, Cui Minghuang of Guanhu Academy, who is the lowest in cultivation, has the most headaches, and in other places, he Cui Dajun should be a first-class immortal, respected as a guest, and his sycophants can be heard in the ears. It's a pity that here tonight, Cui Minghuang has become the most inconspicuous ant, and it may even be inferior to an ant.

This bad feeling made Cui Minghuang, who was accustomed to being high, full of depression, and had to silently recite Confucian classics and suppress distracting thoughts.

He glanced at the old man who had returned to the world by boat from the heavenly galaxy, and the old man's disguised identity on the table was Huang Tingguo's former attendant, but in fact he was a frighteningly old Jiao.

The old man was much calmer than Cui Minghuang at this time, twisting his beard with one hand, looking at the sword qi cage with great interest, talking to himself, and was amazed.

Cui Minghuang's trip was ordered by the national teacher to quietly go south, to come to discuss secret matters with the dormant old Jiao here, Da Li Guoshi wanted this old man who temporarily incarnated as the former Huang Ting Guohu Lang Lang, as the first mountain master built in the new academy in Phiyun Mountain, and he Cui Minghuang will still be the deputy mountain master agreed before, plus a prestige enough Dali literary sect master, the three of them jointly take charge of the new academy that fills the vacancy of the mountain cliff academy, I believe that with the ambition and courage of the emperor of Da Li, the new academy of Phiyun Mountain, which has not yet been named, will definitely be more grand than Qi Jingchun's mountain cliff academy, the tone is depressed.

As for the position of the mountain owner of the new academy that was originally promised to Guanhu Academy, it is said that Emperor Dali privately compensated for it.

Before Cui Minghuang received the secret letter from the national teacher Cui Yun, he didn't know that the little Huang Tingguo, a small pond, actually had such a big Jiao hidden, with the unique tenacity of the dragon and the innate mastery of water magic, even if it was a ten-realm cultivation, the combat power was definitely not inferior to the eleventh realm qi practitioner.

In the secret letter of the national teacher Cui Yun, it was revealed that since the earth-shattering battle of slaying ghosts and gods, the ancient Shu Kingdom, which is famous for its many dragons, has thousands of miles of blood flowing in the mountains, rivers and rivers, and the stumps and broken limbs of the dragons are everywhere, which is unbearable.

Subsequently, in the long river of years, this extremely old Jiao is very well hidden, and has been constantly changing his appearance, serving as a general, a pawn of a peddler, and a military general.

Lao Jiao is not interested in reproduction, there are very few heirs, the entire landscape around Huangting Kingdom is just a daughter and two sons, among which the youngest son is the god of cold food and water in Dashui Mansion, and the eldest daughter is the founder of Ziyang Mansion where Liu Jiahui of Qiulu Inn is located, but her true identity has been kept secret from the outside world, even if it is her first-generation disciple of Ziyang Mansion, there are very few people who know about it, and now with the death of those ancestors of Ziyang Mansion, the truth has long been annihilated. As for Lao Jiao's eldest son, he has a pure temperament, different from Jiao, and likes to travel around since he was a child, but now he has no news, and it is difficult to say whether he is still in Aquarius.

The poor old Xiucai with his bags on his back, who had just come to the top of the mountain here with the magical power of Taoism shrunk into inches, did not expect to be stopped by others, the key is that the trouble is really not small, which made Lao Xiucai more and more sad, because the sword qi wall that rose to the sky blocked the heaven and earth qi, even the old man could not sense the outside for the time being.

Lao Xiucai rubbed his chin, "I'm a good girl, now the mother-in-law and aunts outside are so powerful?"

The old man sighed, raised his arm, bent his fingers into the void, and said softly, "Fixed." ”

Heaven and earth were silent in an instant, and there was no more sound of the river surging, nor the subtle smashing sound of gusts of mountain wind hitting the sword wall.

Within these ten miles of mountains and rivers, time will no longer pass.

The Confucian and holy atmosphere is mighty.

Cui Minghuang turned from fear to ecstasy, and began to recite the teachings of the saints aloud in his heart, so as to increase his own heroic aura.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a Confucian gentleman who aspires to sanctification.

At this moment, even the well-informed Lao Jiao was shocked, and subconsciously took a few steps back, distancing himself from the old Xiucai who was not good-looking, even if this distance was useless at all, but Lao Jiao still did it, in order to show a humble attitude.

In ancient times, before the dragon was slain, when Lao Jiao was still young, he heard the elders of the clan say that the Confucian saint who was only in the temple of literature after the holy master had made an unwritten rule with the dragon king of the four directions.

There was once a great dragon in the lake second only to the dragon king of the four directions, in front of the saints who traveled on the shore, stirring up waves, deliberately raising the waves to the sky higher than the good fields of the city on the shore, intimidating the people along the coast, in order to provoke the saints, this move means that I have never been ashore, have not violated the rules, you are a Confucian saint, what can I do?

At that time, the young old Jiao just felt that this move was very happy, but he listened to the elders and said the tragedy behind, the Confucian sage stretched out a finger and said a sentence similar to the old Xiucai tonight, in order to point out the great magic power of the country and the mountains, the real dragon was fixed in the air, so that the lake retreated dozens of miles, so the real dragon was equivalent to going ashore without authorization, and met the saint and did not dive, so the saint skinned it and cramped, suppressed it under a lake rock as big as a mountain at the bottom of the water, and punished it for dormant for thousands of years.

At that time, the elders earnestly told the younger generations that the temper of those Confucian saints, especially those who have altar statues in the Temple of Literature, is actually not very good, otherwise why would there be such a saying as "Taoism and Tranquility"?

Lao Jiao asked suspiciously at the time, isn't the behavior of Confucian sages unruly?

The elder replied indignantly, "Fool, have you forgotten who made the rules yourself?"

At this moment, the old Jiao on the top of the cliff didn't know what old things he remembered, he was a little sentimental, and muttered: "The dragon Jiao and his ilk, for the heavens, the clouds and rain, are indescribably expensive, and they can almost be regarded as the division of the feudal towns that listen to the tune and do not listen to the announcement, and finally fell to this, almost extinct, and the saints are not complained, it is really ambition, and the blame is self-inflicted." ”

Lao Xiucai sighed, turned his head to look at Lao Jiao, who looked like an ancient scribe, smiled and nodded: "Knowing that you can change, good is great." It's no wonder that the last time I passed through this place, I saw the beautiful scenery, but I still felt that something was missing, it turned out to be your sake. Well, there is also a gentleman, a gentleman, Xiao Qi was ...... back then Well, it's fate...... It's a pity that I can't take care of you for the time being, go. ”

Lao Xiucai muttered to himself, and then gently wiped his fingers outward.

Lao Jiao and Cui Minghuang were forcibly moved out of the top of the cliff.

One person and one Jiao landed on the river in the distance, each spread out his palms and looked down, and then almost at the same time his palms clenched, hiding the golden words in his palms, of course, he didn't want to make it public.

The old Xiucai in the mountain cliff sword array looked around and laughed: "Zangzang is not a hero!"

Lao Xiucai quickly realized that what he said was unreasonable, and he didn't know how to relieve himself for a while.

On the side of the cliff near the water, there was a tall woman in white, holding a large lotus leaf in her hand, which could be regarded as a lotus umbrella, but the lotus leaf and lotus handle were all snow-white, which complemented the white clothes and white shoes, and was clean and dusty.

After Lao Xiucai saw the lotus leaf, he frowned, quickly began to calculate and derive, and finally his expression was gloomy, he sighed, looked up at the sky, and was reluctant to retract his gaze for a long time, and muttered: "The last trip was there......?" It's hard for you. ”

Lao Xiucai looked at the tall woman in white, "If Chen Ping'an kills the young Cui Yun, it will not be a good thing." ”

She smiled and said: "That's it, but I can't care about it, you have the ability to get out of the sword formation and then say, the truth or something, it's useless to tell me, you go and tell my family Xiao'an, it may be a little useful." ”

She paused for words and sneered: "But the premise is that you have to go out first." Those two guys can be sent out by you smoothly, but I don't bother to stop them. ”

Lao Xiucai said helplessly: "When I was alive, I was not good at fighting, and now it is even more useless, why should you be strong, and then Chen Ping'an and the young Cui Yun, now one is me...... Half a disciple, one is half a disciple, who do you think I will help more? I went over there this time, although it was to help Cui Yun live, but in the final analysis, it was not for Chen Ping'an's good?"

The woman in white nodded and said, "The reason is very reasonable. ”

Then she shook her head and said, "But I didn't come out this time to reason with people at all." ”

Lao Xiucai became more and more helpless, "For the sake of your family's little peace, give me an exception?" I am a teacher, if you don't listen to reason, I will have no use for my skills, and you are the most skilled person in the four worlds...... One of the few swords, it's not all right to say that the sword is not all, forget it, don't bother with this title, in short, this is unfair to me!"

The tall woman was holding a strange umbrella, her face was indifferent, "Break the formation." ”

The old man was helpless, so he had to ask cautiously, "Do you know who I am?"

The corners of the woman in white curled up at the corners of her mouth, "I know, Wen Sheng." ”

The old man was stunned, thinking that he knew that he was fine, and he still didn't give face, which was a bit too much.

Now this vast world is holy, sacred, and sub-holy.

They refer to the head of Confucianism, this old man, who is the holy teacher respected by all Confucian protégés in the world, sitting in the highest and most central part of the Confucian Temple.

Next is the second generation of Confucianism leaders who are listed on the left and right of the gods, the rite saint, and the sub-saint who carries on the past and opens up the future for the entire Confucian context.

The former has received the most praise and awards from the holy teachers, and is regarded by Confucianism as a moral model and a teacher of etiquette, and has formulated the most rigorous and elaborate set of rules of Confucianism. The latter is recognized as having a depth of knowledge, which is closest to the most holy teacher, and it is unique, allowing Confucianism to truly become the only "imperial teacher" in the world.

Next, Wen Sheng was the Confucian saint who ranked fourth in the Temple of Literature.

Of course, this is a thing of the past, and now this position has been vacant for a long time, because the statue of the god has been lowered again and again, and finally the Temple of Literature can not stay, and it was moved out, and the fourth saint of the hall has rolled up from the Confucian Taoist system to get out, and that's it, and in the end even the statue of the god has not been saved, and the Confucian protégés who are stubborn and extreme and claim to be defenders of the Tao have smashed the statue that has been miserable enough to need to be sent under the fence, and then they are gone.

Lao Xiucai stretched out his hand and walked around behind him, patted his bag, and the bag disappeared.

Lao Xiucai asked patiently: "Otherwise, we have something to say?"

The woman thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Then I'll be polite?"

Lao Xiucai nodded happily and said with a smile: "This is the best." ”

In an instant, the sword aura of that sword array became more and more intense and majestic, and that incomparable sword momentum simply had signs of splitting the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

According to legend, there are many ancient sword immortals, heroes come out in large numbers, dare not bow their heads to the patriarchs of the three sects, and wantonly crisscross the world, so as to stop the swordsmanship, the way of the sword, the invincible sword spirit, and the sword world.

The woman tugged at the corners of her mouth, "Please Wen Sheng break the formation! So, isn't it polite?"