After Zhong Kui left the post house, he was included in a piece of old acacia that looked like a shocking tree, and the old Taoist priest suddenly turned around, shrank thousands of miles away, and came to the courtyard where Chen Ping'an was in one step.

Chen Ping'an, who was still in a daze and had not yet come back to his senses, hurriedly bent down and clasped his fists, "Senior Chen Ping'an visits the old immortal master." ”

Zhong Kui talked about his death before, and he said it lightly, mentioning the Taoists of Taiping Mountain, but he did not hide his closeness.

The old Taoist priest stretched out his hand and pressed it twice, "No need to be polite." ”

After Chen Ping'an straightened his waist, he asked, "I don't know if the old immortal master has gone and returned, but is there something?"

The old Taoist priest glanced at Chen Ping'an, nodded and said, "If you can hold it, you are a real hero." No wonder Huang Ting and Zhong Kui are impressed by you. ”

Chen Ping'an didn't understand, but he didn't ask much.

The old Taoist priest was in a good mood and asked with a smile: "Self-proclaimed swordsman, where is your sword?"

The flying swords that appeared from the sword cultivator before were the first and fifteenth of the first year, and the old Taoist priest of Taiping Mountain turned a blind eye.

Chen Ping'an said frankly: "I used to practice boxing and just practiced swords, so when I practice swordsmanship at this time, I am all holding the sword in a virtual way, and I still have more visualization in my heart." ”

The old Taoist priest said to himself: "If you knew this, you shouldn't have been busy competing with others before, not to mention losing, and you should have missed watching your situation in the blessed land of lotus flowers." ”

The old Taoist is tall, wearing a hibiscus crown that symbolizes one of the three veins of Taoism, the Taoist robe is plain white, and he has white hair and white beard, which is very fairy.

Chen Ping'an didn't know how to answer, so he didn't speak.

In the face of such a wise old fairy, there is no need to be clever at all, any whitewashing, it is tantamount to an old woman smearing rouge, and a child wearing an official uniform and smiling generously.

The old Taoist priest suddenly asked: "Poor Dao can lend you a sword, whether it is Jiazi time or a hundred years, you can discuss it." It can be exchanged for magic weapons, and it can also be paid Gu Yu money. ”

Chen Ping'an hesitated, but still shook his head and said, "Thank you for the kindness of the old immortal master, but I actually already have a sword." ”

Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed, "What's more, I don't have a single Gu Yuqian on me." ”

The old Taoist priest didn't force it, and the reason why he wanted to lend the sword to this young man was because he appreciated the thousand-year-old covenant between him and Zhong Kui too much.

There is also a deeper layer of selfishness and kindness in it, but after the words are spoken, there is already some regret.

It's better not to pull out the seedlings to help them grow.

The rebellion of the Fuping Sect made the old Taoist priest a little worried.

As for why he returned to the small courtyard, he saw the strange movement of Chen Ping'an's heart, as if Zhong Kui's death had a great impact on the mood of this person.

But when he looked at it carefully, he was relieved again.

For those who practice, the taboo heart is like a flat boat, drifting with the tide. As for those who are in a chaotic state of mind like catkins, in the eyes of the old Taoist priests, they are not worthy of talking about taboos or not, they should not cultivate the Tao at all, cultivate the Tao, and climb the realm by luck, all just for the sake of flies and dogs, seize the opportunity to fight for magic weapons and seize aura, go down the mountain and walk the world, in addition to showing off their power and fighting against others, what good things can they do?

It's just that the old Taoist can't get used to many qi practitioners who don't cultivate their strength, so they can only guard the one-third of an acre of Taiping Mountain, so that the door of their own mountain is not crooked.

Chen Ping'an asked cheekily, "I don't know the old immortal master, is there a mountain protection formation?"

The old Taoist priest nodded and said: "I have two mountain protection arrays in Taiping Mountain, and one formation center is the bright moon mirror, which can illuminate the demons and evil in the world, so that it has nothing to hide, and the distance depends on the cultivation of the person holding the realm. After that, it should be the turn of the four sword formations to appear, four ancient swords, imitating the ancient four great immortal swords, is the rank of the half-immortal soldier, after forming a sword formation, it is equivalent to an immortal soldier, thousands of miles away, in an instant, the old beast before, if it was not for refining one of them, it would have been killed by the poor road, and it would be okay to run thousands of miles for it. Now it has escaped death, but the immortal realm is around, the old beast has just entered the twelve realms, the realm is unstable, and it has to be suppressed by the rules of this world, and now the natal thing is destroyed, and the real body has been poked out of several holes, hurting the original god, it is no longer worth mentioning. ”

When the old Taoist priest mentioned the old ape with the sword on his back, he was murderous, and his majestic aura was like substance, and the white mist was misty, like a slender stream of water lingering around, and the old Taoist priest collected his heart, and the vision disappeared, which was actually one of the sequelae of the fall, "The trouble is that the old beast suddenly drilled into the ground, followed a broken ancient dragon vein, and disappeared, most of which was a premeditated retreat." ”

The old Taoist priest pointed to the top of his head, "Poor Dao fought with the old beast before, and then repelled a big man of the underworld, a certain Confucian saint who was in charge of sitting in the sky above Tongye Continent, of course he saw it, and landed on our Taiping Mountain, after learning that Zhong Kui died, he was furious and went to hunt down the white ape in person, where did he think that he still hid it for the old beast." Now look at Huang Ting, who has some cause and effect with it, he can find some clues, as long as he finds it, even if Huang Ting dies in battle, one of the seventy-two saints who accompanied him in the Temple of Literature, this time he had already prepared a shot, he could kill with one blow. ”

Chen Ping'an wanted to speak and stopped.

The old Taoist priest smiled: "This is the worst case, Huang Ting's girl has always been lucky, and she has sharpened her temperament in the lotus flower blessed land, and she has two ancient swords to protect her, chasing and killing the white ape, maybe it is a chance to break the realm." ”

Chen Ping'an snorted.

The old Taoist priest smiled playfully, "After being forcibly dragged out of the lotus flower blessed land by the poor road, I thought I was going to complain to her for a long time, but this girl didn't nag for a long time, and she mentioned you many times along the way, saying that she must go to Dali Longquan to find you in the future." ”

The old Taoist priest waved his sleeves slightly, "It's strange, poor Dao is not a talkative person, and his words tonight are worth decades of saliva." To get back to the point, the mountain protection array of my Taiping Mountain has a great history, both offensive and defensive, and it is the upper sect and authentic mountain gate of many Middle Earth Divine Continents, and it is nothing more than that. Poor Dao is not good at privately passing on your refining and operation methods, which involves the mountain and water luck of Taiping Mountain, but Poor Dao has a mountain protection array, which comes from a secret realm cave of ancient immortals, which has great killing power, but it can be sold to you, but it is too much silver, it costs money to build, and it costs money to maintain the operation of the large array and eat more mountains and rivers, Poor Dao originally planned to one day, if Huang Ting wants to set up his own door, open a sect elsewhere in Tongyezhou, or simply marry a woman and form a Taoist couple, he will give her as a dowry, and it is inevitable that Poor Dao will take out most of the coffin。 ”

Chen Ping'an swallowed his saliva, it had nothing to do with Huang Tinghe's dowry, coffin book and the like, but was frightened by those four words, "Eat too much silver"!

The old Taoist priest found Chen Ping'an's hesitant look, laughed, and quipped: "Good calculation, good calculation, poor Dao likes it!"

Without waiting for Chen Ping'an to figure out the joints, the old Taoist priest no longer mentioned the stubble of the mountain formation, and reminded softly: "Chen Ping'an." Although Poor Dao doesn't know what treasure you have on your body, it can cover up the heavens and prevent others from deducing your direction and fortune, but such a thing, you must cherish it, it is really an unavoidable object, and there is only one piece in the entire Taiping Mountain, which is still left by our founding ancestors. ”

Chen Ping'an remembered the inconspicuous oil-paper umbrella and nodded heavily.

looked at Chen Ping'an.

The old Taoist priest was very pleased.

The female crown Huang Ting and the gentleman Zhong Kui are all young people who are among the few old Taoist priests and have the eyes of the law.

Now add this Chen Ping'an.

The old Taoist priest felt that whether it was Tongyezhou, which was located in the southeast corner, or the vast world, such a young man would have one more if he could.

The world is chaotic again.

There are still pillars.

In order to prevent Zhong Kui's ghost, the old Taoist priest was taken to Huangquan Road by the big man of the underworld before, and he fell into a situation, knowing that he would have no chance in this life to make up for the biggest regret in his heart.

This ancestor of Taiping Mountain, after successfully entering the immortal realm back then, was given the title of Guan Miao Tianjun by the Dao of the vein where he was located, and his status was transcendent.

The biggest regret in the life of the old Taoist priest is that in history, whether it is the Confucian orthodox Haoran world, or the Taoist Qingyin world, as long as there is a Taoist from the true monarch to the heavenly monarch, no matter which of the three veins, you can invite the ancestor of the Palm Sect to come in person, and personally hand over the Taoist robe, the Taoist crown and a token, but Guan Miao Tianjun, as the latest Heavenly Monarch in the Dao system, has not been able to see the Great Palm Sect leave Baiyujing and descend on this vast world. The Emperor of Heaven did not dare to speculate, but up and down the Taiping Mountain, he was very blind to ponder, so the sect master of Taiping Mountain also deliberately went to the northernmost academy in Tongye Continent, and tentatively asked if it was a Confucian sage who had a statue of a god in the Temple of Literature who was in the way of it, so that their vein master failed to appear.

The mountain master of the academy is also a cheerful person, too lazy to go around in circles with the sect master of Taiping Mountain, and asked with a smile, the other two masters may have this "treatment", but with the incense of your lineage and Taoism and our Confucianism, if he wants to come to Haoran World, who will stop him?

After receiving this reply, the old man became more and more depressed.

After thinking about it, he could only think that his realm was high enough, but the avenue was still small, so the patriarch in charge of the sect deliberately beat himself.

Before the battle of Taiping Mountain, Lao Tianjun would still think that if he entered the Flying Ascension Realm in the future, he would always be able to meet the master of the sect.

Now it's a complete luxury.

Regrets are gone, regrets are inevitable.

The old Taoist priest just wanted to leave, Chen Ping'an said: "Thank you to the old man!"

The old Taoist priest smiled and asked, "Why are you thanking me? Are you saying that it is for Zhong Kui's fall?"

The old heavenly monarch shook his head, "No need, this is what Taipingshan owes him." ”

Chen Ping'an said in a deep voice: "Thank you to Lao Zhenren and Taiping Mountain, I want to know that the gods on the mountain also have a chivalrous heart that treats the world well." ”

The old Taoist priest was in a good mood, "Okay, I never thought that your kid was similar to Zhong Kui, and he was very good at slapping horses." ”

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "It's my true words." ”

The old Taoist priest looked at the young man with a smile, "Sincere sycophants, that's what makes people feel comfortable." ”

The old Taoist priest left in the wind.

A small head was lying on the window, staring at the courtyard in a daze.

Strange to say, Zhong Kui and Lao Tianjun appeared, no one in the post house noticed it, only Pei Qianxing may have stumbled by mistake, and looked at Chen Ping'an in the courtyard in the middle of the night.

Chen Ping'an looked back at Pei Qian, "Go to sleep." ”

It's okay not to say it, as soon as Chen Ping'an spoke, Pei Qian went to move a stool, climbed onto the windowsill with neat legs, jumped down, and landed steadily.

Chen Ping'an asked, "If you don't sleep, what are you doing here?"

Pei Qian flattered: "I can't sleep, I'll talk to you for a while." ”

Chen Ping'an waved his hand and said that he wanted to practice boxing, and you can stay if you want.

After Pei Qian saw a stick of incense, he became sleepy, said to Chen Ping'an, took a deep breath, sprinted to the windowsill of the house, jumped high, probably trying to press his hands on the windowsill first, and then pulled his legs indiscriminately, thinking that he would rush up, and he would be majestic.

As a result, his chin slammed against the windowsill.

Fall to the ground on your back.

Chen Ping'an turned his head and couldn't bear to look at it.

Pei Qian sat on the ground, stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, turned his head, his eyes were hazy with tears, and he wanted to cry.

Chen Ping'an walked over, squatted down, gently took her hand, looked at it, and asked with a smile: "Are you still heroic?"

On the little girl's dark face, tears fell down.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to put away his smile and help her stand up, "There is a little girl who is similar to you, and she is also so frizzy, but she can bear the pain more than you, if it were her, she would definitely smile at me at this time, and maybe comfort me not to worry." ”

Chen Ping'an added, "But each has its own temperament, and you don't have to learn from her." ”

The two sat at the stone table.

Pei Qian only dared to open his mouth slightly, and asked vaguely, "What's her name?"

Chen Ping'an said: "Her name is Li Baohua, she likes to wear a big red cotton jacket, and she also likes to call me Uncle Xiao. ”

Pei Qian asked in a low voice, "Do you like her very much?"

Chen Ping'an nodded.

How can there be a little uncle in the world who doesn't like Li Baohua?!

She was right.

Pei Qian was silent.

Chen Ping'an asked, "Just watched me practice boxing, how about it?"

Pei Qian looked dazed, this time it was not a disguise, I don't know why I asked this.

Chen Ping'an also became puzzled, "You haven't thought about stealing from school?"

Pei Qian asked rhetorically: "What am I doing when I learn from you to walk around?"

She stood up, her face was radiant, her teeth and claws were dancing, she suddenly pretended to draw her sword out of the sheath, poked her fingers together, jumped a few times at once, and played a set of Wang Ba punches, showing off her mess, and said, "Of course I want to learn the most powerful moves!"

Chen Ping'an didn't feel anything ridiculous, but looked solemn.

On the lotus flower blessed land street, Lu Fang Sword.

Chen Ping'an's school dragon.

and the god-man drum pose that repels the planting of autumn.

Mixed with some scattered moves of the demon Ding Baby.

It's not like it.

But.

Someone once said that practicing boxing without practicing truth will make ghosts and gods laugh. But if you practice boxing, you can directly put aside all the boxing fights in one step and practice the true meaning?

Chen Ping'an has the impression that only one person can do it.

And so it was.

Chen Ping'an asked a question: "What did you see when you stared at Shao Daochang during the day?"

Pei Qian didn't dare to answer.

Chen Ping'an said: "As long as you don't lie, no matter what you say, it doesn't matter." ”

Pei Qian looked around and said softly: "I think that person surnamed Shao has bad intentions and is not a good thing." ”

Chen Ping'an asked the second question, "Can you see the old Taoist leader tonight?"

Pei Qian nodded vigorously.

Chen Ping'an was a little helpless.

That is the ancestor of Taiping Mountain who used the great magic power of the abbot heaven and earth.

Chen Ping'an asked again, "If you have a chance to practice martial arts in the future, and you feel that someone has bullied you, what will you do?" Honestly!"

Pei Qian hesitated, "One punch is only half dead?"

Seeing that Chen Ping'an seemed to be angry, he simply broke the jar and broke it, wrapped his arms around his chest, and said angrily: "Kill with one punch and pull down!"

Chen Ping'an smiled and asked, "Then what if you are actually wrong?"

Pei Qian said confidently: "I stay by your side every day, where will I make mistakes!"

Chen Ping'an couldn't cry or laugh in his heart, and asked with a straight face: "But one day you will go out and travel by yourself, walking the rivers and lakes." ”

Pei Qian said categorically: "I won't! Why do I have to go out alone, there are so many bad people outside, what if I can't beat them? Also, if I don't bring enough money by then, and I starve every day, I will steal and rob it, you know, they will beat me and scold me again, what can I do? Right, so I still don't go out." ”

Chen Ping'an asked: "Then if one day, you are very good at martial arts, even more powerful than me?"

Pei Qian frowned, thought about it very carefully, shook his head desperately, and said: "I'm lazy, I like to sleep the most, and I'm afraid of pain, you don't know, I walked before, and the soles of my feet were blistered, and when I picked it, I cried hoarsely." When you fight with someone in the inn, you can see the bones in both arms, and you won't cry, I can't, I look down at my arms, maybe I'm going to faint with fright. Alas, if there is a peerless martial art in the world that can be practiced overnight without enduring hardship, then it would be good. ”

Chen Ping'an couldn't help but smile, "You also know that you are lazy, unmotivated, and timid?"

Pei Qian drooped his head and hung his head in despair.

Chen Ping'an asked, "Why don't you speak?"

Pei Qian said aggrievedly: "My jaw hurts." ”

Chen Ping'an smiled, turned his back, leaned against the stone table, and looked at the night sky.

Pei Qian learned from him, but she was small, so she could only hold the back of her head against the stone table.

Chen Ping'an said softly: "After the New Year, you will be eleven years old, so you have to read more books and learn more truths." ”

Heavy responsibilities.

It's really more tiring than practicing boxing by yourself.

But it's good.

Chen Ping'an rarely talked to Pei Qian more, "When I was in my hometown, I was slightly older and had never read a book, so Mr. Qi told me that I reasoned in books and was outside books. ”

Chen Ping'an finally muttered: "I hope that everyone in the world can meet a Mr. Qi when they are young." ”

Pei Qian is still the little girl who only likes to choose what she likes to listen to.

For example, Chen Ping'an said that she will be eleven years old next year.

In this world, only Chen Ping'an will remember this, she will be ten years old this year, and eleven years old next year.

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The old Taoist priest of Taiping Mountain suddenly stopped his figure, took out the locust wood, and Zhong Kui's ghost appeared and fell.

Above the sea of clouds, Zhong Kui saw a most familiar person standing not far away, the mountain master of Dafu Academy, his husband.

The mountain master of the academy just looked at Zhong Kui.

Zhong Kui asked in a low voice, "Sir?"

The mountain lord didn't seem to dare to believe the bad news before, and even now he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him, "It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this." ”

With a thought, he shouldn't have gone to Biyou Mansion at that time, and he shouldn't have let this protégé, who was "the most satisfying in my life", go to Taiping Mountain. He should honestly stay in the inn of that border town and stare at the hidden nine-tailed fox.

Although the nine-tailed fox is the great demon of the Twelve Realms, but her identity is too special and her seniority is too high, so her real name has already been leaked, as long as she knows the true names of all the ancient demons in the world, Zhong Kui is equivalent to having the power of self-protection as long as she is in the vast world.

No one thought that the white ape with the sword on the back of Taiping Mountain was the culprit of the escape of the demon in the well prison.

Zhong Kui really couldn't stand the current atmosphere, and said loudly: "Sir, it's just my duty." Scholars, either educating the common people with knowledge, supporting the community, or destroying demons with righteousness......"

Shanzhuang was furious, "Need you to tell me these big truths?!"

Zhong Kui was silent.

The Heavenly Monarch sighed, "If the Xue Palace asks us, we will never shirk it." ”

When the mountain lord faced the old Taoist, he didn't treat Zhong Kui with the same demeanor, and said respectfully: "My brother, there will be annoyance, but he won't ask the teacher for guilt." Besides, what is the crime of Taiping Mountain? How could the Heavenly Monarch blame Zhong Kui for not being able to protect Taiping Mountain? Why can't he protect that earth immortal?"

Zhong Kui added softly: "Sir, that old Taoist is named Liang Su. ”

The lord of the mountain is going to be angry again.

Zhong Kui immediately shut up.

The old Taoist priest sighed with emotion: "After this catastrophe, Tongye Continent may be slightly better in the future, but Po Shan Continent and Fuyao Continent are probably going to be in chaos." Previously, there were heavy treasures born in the three continents, and it was really the plan of the demon clan. ”

Immediately, the old man whispered, "Your academy must protect that young man from the Fu Ping Sect." He was able to break through the ......"

Didn't go on.

The mountain lord nodded, "It should be so." I have already discussed with the Fu Ping Sect that the young man will enter the Dafu Academy under a pseudonym, and whether he will become a Confucian disciple in the future depends on the young man's own mind. ”

The old Taoist priest smiled and said, "Ji Hai's retreat disciple went to be a sage and a gentleman, and the Fu Ping Sect still can't fight with you?"

The mountain lord mentioned the Fu Ping Sect and the great monk Ji Hai, and he was a little embarrassed, "Ji Hai said frankly, whether it is to accept the young man as a disciple or to give that weapon, it is all right, but when he sees the young man, he Ji Hai is difficult to calm down in his heart, it will hinder his cultivation, and he will not be able to enter the immortal realm in his life, how will he go to the Great Wall of Sword Qi in the future and kill the other twelve realm demons?"

The old Taoist priest looked regretful, "Tongye Continent is the only pair of immortal Taoist couples in the Five Realms, a rare match made in heaven, it's a pity." Ji Hai's breakthrough will be difficult. The more obsessive and begging, the more difficult it is to eliminate the demons. ”

The mountain lord smiled bitterly: "There are some things that others can advise, and some things are not easy to persuade." ”

The old Taoist priest sighed.

The difficulty of cultivating the path is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

It's just that a long time ago, it was said that it was not difficult to ascend to heaven, but it was difficult to cultivate.

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Middle-earth, the top of one of the most majestic mountains.

There was a golden-armored god, with a sword in both hands, covered with visor, and the face of this god could not be seen clearly, and he stood next to a stone tablet on the top of a mountain, and an old Confucian was sitting cross-legged on the top of the stone tablet, extremely rude.

The old man pinched his fingers in his sleeve and patted his thigh, "It's a great kindness!"

The golden-armored god tugged at the corners of his mouth.

The old man was triumphant and asked, "How am I, a retreat disciple?"

The golden-armored godman who had been pestering the old guy for a month said impatiently: "Okay, okay, okay?"

The poor old man pointed to the god who almost climbed the huge stone tablet, and laughed: "I like your unconvincing virtue the most." ”

Then the old man began to be a hero again, only mentioning that he was brave back then, "I think that when I quarreled with people, after they lost, everyone was like you, and I felt comfortable." ”

The Golden Armor Divine Man was one of the Five Peaks of the entire Middle-earth Divine Continent, and sneered: "Who proposed to let you be a poor talent and enter the Temple of Literature? ”

This is a big unsolved case recognized by Confucianism.

Old Xiucai smiled sheepishly, "You guess?"

No matter how good the temper of the Suishan god is, some people will be irritable if someone chatters in his ear for a whole month, not to mention that this bad old man has always been a good thing to not see rabbits and eagles?

You're welcome at the moment, "I guess your uncle!"

Lao Xiucai cocked his thumb and pointed at himself, "It's not my uncle, it's our Confucian ancestor." I wish he was my uncle, alas, but it's a pity......"

This Suishan god, who is known for his unruliness and unruliness, actually stood up with a calm face and saluted with his fists in this heaven and earth, which can be regarded as an apology to the holy master.

Lao Xiucai said to himself: "You know my person, I am very thin-skinned, I always like to warn myself, no merit is not lost, but I am only a high learner, the article is well written, and the truth is wonderful, so our holy master, I found me, bitter words, good words and persuasion, I was moved to the point that I can't do it, the holy master said that I am a lot of places that I think are ordinary, but one of them, I think that when it comes to the heart, since ancient times, sages must be true heroes, heroes may not be sages!" As soon as I heard this, I felt that the Holy Ancestor still understood me, so I made a small request to this Ancestral Master......"

Suishan Okami said in a deep voice: "I don't want to listen, shut up!"

Lao Xiucai lamented: "Why can't you tell the difference between good and bad?"

The Great God of Suishan sneered: "If I can carry it well, can I let you go up the mountain?"

Lao Xiucai rubbed his chin, and felt that he didn't seem to be very reasonable in this matter, so he immediately changed his words: "That old bull nose in the East China Sea is really unpleasant, and he is still okay with himself. Knowing that he gave that child a good thing, although it is not helpful for cultivation, things and things in the world are better than coincidence, just enough to help cover up the heavens, which is even better than Ah Liang's broken hat back then. Just for this handwriting, the dirty things he did in the lotus blessed land, I won't care about him. ”

The great god of Suishan sarcastically said: "Even if you want to wrestle with him now, can you?"

Lao Xiucai said earnestly: "We scholars still have to distinguish between us and others in terms of reasoning, fighting, killing, and stabbing the sky, which is not a real skill." ”

The god of Suishan did not refute it for the first time.

Lao Xiucai clasped his hands in his sleeves, and the wind on the top of Suishan was stirring, that is, on the golden armor of the Suishan God, there were ripples of talismans, but Lao Xiucai's sleeves and hair did not flutter in the slightest.

Lao Xiucai said softly: "It is difficult for a saint to die, and it is difficult for a gentleman to live." ”

"Of the hundreds of schools, only we Confucianism do not deliberately pay attention to any protectors. The academy is the greatest protector of scholars in the world. The three university palaces and the seventy-two academies in the world all have such gentlemen who died before sanctification. I think these righteous men and gentlemen who are not smart enough are the backbone of our world, and they can ......"

When Lao Xiu said this, he suddenly ran out of words, turned his head and shouted, and asked, "Silly big man, do you want to say something." ”

The great god of Suishan said indifferently: "Stand up to the sky and the earth." ”

Lao Xiucai slapped his thigh again, "Great goodness!"

The great god of Suishan said coldly: "You have never been a gentleman of Confucianism. ”

Old Xiucai

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In the Temple of Literature, there is a saint who walks out of his clay statue, the altar is extremely high, the statue is very close to the holy master in the center, and he also leads a young man who followed him from other places in the world to the vast world.

After stepping out of the threshold with the young man, the sage turned his head to look at the vacant position of the god statue, and smiled at the young man: "In the future, if you have the chance, you can compete with someone." ”