Taiqing Palace, like Jiufeng Academy, temporarily died down.

But rumors about Chang'an gradually began to spread in Middle-earth.

Ordinary people only listen to legends and stories, but in the eyes of those who have a heart, they will not take it lightly.

Soon, on the land of Middle Earth, there were more than one people who traveled eastward across the sea to the eastern frontier.

One of the people is from the famous Yansheng Mansion.

When they arrived at the coast of Eastern Xinjiang, they officially submitted a letter to see the city lord of Chang'an.

The name of Yansheng Mansion is still sacred to scholars everywhere.

Even if it is located in Eastern Xinjiang, Cao Ranran and others are famous, and they are all solemn.

They immediately tried to report to Chang'an.

However, after a few moments, there was a reply, ordering them to send them to Chang'an City.

"A reply so soon?"

Everyone in the Yansheng Mansion looked at each other.

It seems that there are many cultivators above the Nine Realms here, and among them there is even a Confucian Wenzong who has the ability to see words and faces.

However, if it weren't for that, how could Taiqing Palace and Jiufeng Academy be deflated?

In Middle-earth, it was also a behemoth that could be compared to their Yansheng Mansion.

Thinking of this, everyone was relieved and went to Chang'an with Cao Ranran.

However, walking on the road, the young man's eyes suddenly flashed:

"Did there be so many private schools in Dongjiang in the past?"

Cao Ranran shook his head: "No, this is all brought by Chang'an, and so far, it has only been a few months." ”

The man named Kong Yuan was more and more surprised:

"If there are always many scholars and talents here, then these many private schools can play a role.

But if there has never been a similar tradition, can hundreds of millions of scholars be conjured out of thin air in a few months?"

When Cao Ranran heard this, he smiled dumbly: "Mr. misunderstood, these schools, regardless of men and women, young and old, whether they have literary talent or not, can be enrolled, and what they learn is not esoteric classic articles, mainly just for literacy and hyphenation." ”

When Kong Yuan heard this, his face sank: "Isn't that playing the piano to the cow?" ”

The smile on Cao Ranran's face gradually disappeared: "Mr. said that he laughed, the saint also had clouds, and there was no class in teaching, so why should my generation care about who is studying, wouldn't it be beautiful to let the glory of Wenhua spread all over the world?"

Kong Yuan said coldly: "Sage Yun, the people can make it, but they can't make it known, there is no class of teaching, it is my generation of scholars, you don't want to distort the classics." ”

Cao Ranran's expression suddenly became serious: "Mr. Kong invited, the old man always thought that the sentence of the sage should be 'the people can make it, let it, not make it, know it', and educating the world is the way of the sage." ”

"You are a villager in the wilderness of Eastern Xinjiang, you have read and read into evil, what do you know about the way of a sage?"

Kong Yuan flicked the sleeves of his robe and beckoned his companions to leave: "Chang'an behaves like this, what level can be seen, the vertical is not enough and the plan, let's go!"

Cao Ran was dumbfounded: "Your Yan Shengfu interprets the saint's scriptures like this?"

In Chang'an City, in the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun smiled.

Kong Yuan them, I am afraid that they deliberately explained it this way, so as to make it easier for them to act.

"It's still the same as before......"

In a fantasy of light and shadow in front of Zhang Dongyun, Shen Herong's sigh sounded.

"It's more likely to get worse. Zhang Dongyun said indifferently: "If it weren't for that, it would not be good to make up for the losses we brought to them at the beginning." ”

Shen Herong was silent, but sighed again.

She was outside Chang'an City, and she had already rushed to the vicinity of Kong Yuan, Cao Ranran and others.

Everyone in Yansheng Mansion wanted to leave, and she directly used her own family and country to pretend to be everyone together.

Before Cao Ranran could even react, Kong Yuan and the others had already been taken away.

Everyone is within the scope of the invincible city, with Zhang Dongyun to help, and in Cao Ranran's eyes, it is the mysterious Mr. He who made a move.

Kong Yuan on the opposite side is the Great Confucian of the Ninth Realm.

Regardless of its character, but as the heir of the Yansheng Mansion, its strength is really extraordinary.

Cao Ranran just stood with the other party, looking at the Wenhua talent above the other party's head soaring into the sky, he could feel that if he was in the same realm as Kong Yuan, the other party's strength would definitely be above him, making him ashamed.

At present, although he has broken through to the tenth realm and has achieved the realm of Confucian Wenzong, if he wants to take down all Kong Yuan and others, it will take some effort, and there may even be a few fish that have slipped through the net.

But Mr. He was unceremonious, and he caught everyone in an instant.

That mysterious Mr. He, his strength is really extraordinary......

While Cao Ranran was turning his thoughts in his heart, he witnessed Mr. He's family and country, and the academic articles about himself in his heart, and he also understood it for a while, and felt that he had benefited a lot.

Shen Herong, who was incarnated as "Mr. He", couldn't help but shake his head slightly when he looked at Kong Yuan, who was still clamoring in the world of her family and country.

After returning to Chang'an, she directly handed over the person to Mr. Wuyun and stopped paying attention.

The city lord Zhang in the Daming Palace is beautiful in his heart.

Although Kong Yuan and the others did not take the initiative to make a move, they just brushed their sleeves away, but they were now within the scope of the Invincible City.

Shen Herong took action to pretend to be them with his family and country, and they intended to resist and break free, Kong Yuan, a Confucian cultivator in the ninth realm, immediately sent Zhang City Lord a thousand points of guardian training.

"Little sister is not so crooked and cracked at that time. ”

Shen Herong walked into the hall: "One generation is not as good as the next." ”

Zhang Dongyun smiled faintly: "In their eyes, you are the wrong person." ”

Shen Herong shook his head, got to the chair, and sat on his feet.

Zhang Dongyun stretched out his hand and volleyed it into the air at this time.

So in the main hall, there was a fantasy of light and shadow, reflecting the scene outside Chang'an City.

Among them, there is Zhuo Sin as a guide, who is leading a Taoist aunt to Chang'an City.

Seeing this Dao Gu, Shen Herong raised his eyebrows slightly: "If the little sister doesn't admit her mistake, this is the righteous Jin Xiaoxiao, right?"

"Not bad. Zhang Dongyun bowed.

Yansheng Mansion and Jiufeng Academy did not deal with each other, and it was rumored that someone in Jiufeng Academy suffered in Chang'an, so they sent people to explore the way.

In the same way, the Zhengyi faction is currently fighting with the Taiqing Palace, and after hearing that there are disciples in the Taiqing Palace who have encountered a wall in Chang'an, they also sent someone to contact them.

However, just looking at the representatives from both sides, you can see the mentality of each other.

Although Kong Yuan is a descendant of the Confucian family in Yansheng Mansion, he is not a direct line, not a Confucian master.

As an envoy for the first time, he is certainly qualified.

But compared to the side of the Zhengyi faction, it's a different matter entirely.

"Yunshen Fengming" Jin Xiaoxiao, the elder of the Zhengyi faction, the third realm of the Taoist Yuanshen, that is, the cultivation of the twelfth realm of Taoist cultivation, is one of the few masters of the Zhengyi faction under the Chengyang Zhenren.

She came here in person, basically second only to Chengyang Zhenren.

Of course, according to the information that Zhang Dongyun had before, it is impossible for Chengyang Zhenren to come here at this moment.

The Zhengyi faction is being attacked by Peng Ziling, the head of the Taiqing Palace, and is on the verge of life and death.

Even if Chengyang Zhenren has the ability to be distracted, he does not dare to be distracted at this moment, and must concentrate all his strength to fight against the Taiqing Palace.

It's just that he can't come, Jin Xiaoxiao can appear in Chang'an, which actually surprised Zhang Dongyun and Shen Herong.

After all, as a master of Chengyang Zhenren, she urgently needs every ounce of strength when the Zhengyi faction is in a critical situation.

"What do you mean by Elder Jin here?"

When Mr. Wuyun saw the other party, he asked first.

Jin Xiaoxiao punched the other party with a Taoist head: "This faction is in danger, Poor Dao has come to ask for help, please forgive Poor Dao for not being able to stay for a long time, and he will leave soon, and I implore the city lord of Chang'an to receive him." ”

Mr. Wuyun glanced at each other up and down: "Chang'an has its own pace, and it will not be broken for the sake of others, if you say anything about joining forces to fight against the Taiqing Palace, you don't have to, the Taiqing Palace is just a little bit of the footsteps of Your Majesty." ”

When Jin Xiaoxiao heard this, his heart sank halfway.

Whether the other party really thinks about it, or intends to sit on the ground and raise the price, answering like this is not a good signal for her trip.

It's just that I don't know if the other party dares not to ignore the Taiqing Palace and the Zhengyi faction, is it a bluff of bargaining, or is it really confident?

Jin Xiaoxiao didn't bother much.

On the one hand, she didn't have time to delay, and on the other hand, it didn't match her style.

"The lord of Chang'an is coming to Middle-earth, and this faction is willing to respond locally to facilitate Chang'an's actions. ”

Jin Xiaoxiao said bluntly: "Chang'an pace, poor Dao does not dare to interfere, it should be decided by the city lord of Chang'an, and this faction only waits for good news." ”

When Mr. Wuyun heard this, he glanced at the other party up and down again, and then nodded: "Daoyou is very fast, even so, the old man can pass through His Majesty for you, but whether His Majesty summons him, the old man does not dare to make a guarantee." ”

"This is natural, there is Lao Daoyou. Jin Xiaoxiao's heart finally let go slightly.

In the Daming Palace, Shen Herong smiled: "If we really return to Middle-earth and gain a firm foothold, even if it is just a soldier, the Taiqing Palace will also care, as long as the Zhengyi faction can support until that time, the Taiqing Palace will naturally retreat, she helps us, and she also helps the Zhengyi faction herself." ”

Zhang Dongyun also smiled: "It's quite sensible." ”

Jin Xiaoxiao was slightly apprehensive in his heart, and he was not completely relieved, so he followed Mr. Wuyun to Daming Palace.

When she entered the palace, she first saw someone on a high seat, whose face seemed to be shrouded in light.

Another young scholar sat on the side, smiling at her.

"Jin Xiaoxiao, a poor Dao Zheng, has seen the city lord of Chang'an. ”

Dao Gu calmed down and saluted Zhang Dongyun above.

"No courtesy. ”

Zhang Dongyun glanced at the other party and said indifferently: "A month later, the people of Chang'an set foot in Middle Earth. ”

Then he said no more.

Before Jin Xiaoxiao could answer, Mr. Wuyun on the side said respectfully: "I respectfully obey Your Majesty's holy decree." ”

On the side, Shen Herong, who turned into the appearance of "Mr. He", also followed the same example, and got up and saluted: "Obey Your Majesty's holy decree." ”

Jin Xiaoxiao opened his mouth and didn't make a sound.

Seeing that Mr. Dark Cloud looked as usual, she made a "please" gesture to her.

“...... Xie Chang'an City Lord. Jin Xiaoxiao finally had to sigh lightly and leave with Mr. Wuyun.

After leaving the Daming Palace, Mr. Wuyun looked at the other party calmly: "One month." ”