The heavenly qi is divided into two, half of which converges in Kyoto Castle, which is located in the center of the chessboard continent, and half of which gathers at the top of Shushan Mountain in the southeast cape.

Eight hundred miles northwest of Kyoto City, a tall and distinguished scholar in white stood beside the post road with his hands behind his back and his head slightly raised, as if waiting for someone.

Da Da

Three stagecoaches came at an unhurried trot from the northwest.

Immediately, one person sat on each side, and two of them wore soap clothes that the yamen caught quickly, and wore long knives at their waists. The other was dressed in prison uniform, his hands, wrists and neck were chained by a pair of shimmering silver dots, and he was a prisoner.

The three people and three horses came from Fencheng, and the two Fencheng County Ya's arresters escorted Guo Xiao, the son of Guo Muhuai, the former Fencheng County Commander, into Beijing and sent the Xiansi to be imprisoned.

On the same day, Yu Qingzhi, the chief arrester of the Immortal Division, personally ordered Guo Xiao to be escorted to Beijing, and Cao Yuan, the county leader, and Zhang Song, the chief bookkeeper, did not dare to slack off. Originally, it took nearly a month to travel from Fencheng to Kyoto, but it only took more than half a month to arrive.

"Senior Brother Ouyang!"

The stagecoach walked in front of the white-clothed scholar, and Guo Xiao, who looked sluggish and unkempt on the horseback, suddenly screamed in surprise.

The two arresters in charge of the escort hurriedly reined in the horses, pulled out their waist knives with a snort, and stared at the white-clothed scholar with wary eyes.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here."

The white-clothed scholar glanced at the two catchers and said indifferently.

Just by taking a look, the two catchers felt a chill down their backs and broke out in a cold sweat. Knowing that this white-clothed scholar was not a figure he could afford to provoke, he was busy and drove away.

"Senior Brother Ouyang, great, you're finally here to rescue... Save..."

Guo Xiao rolled off the horse, staggered and ran to the white-clothed scholar, I wanted to say that you finally came to save me, but after seeing the white-clothed scholar's cold eyes, he was so frightened that he swallowed the rest of the words.

The white-clothed scholar glanced at the shackles that locked Guo Xiao and shook his head.

"Without the key, even Mr. can't open this shackle. Although you are only a registered disciple of Mr., if you enter Kyoto with this appearance, Mr.'s face will not look good. So, I'm here to see you on your way."

"Senior brother... I... I was wronged, it's all that Rong Fei, it's Rong Fei who framed me, I didn't lose face as a gentleman, senior brother, you can't..."

"You still don't understand."

The white-clothed scholar patted Guo Xiao's shoulder, and Guo Xiao's whole body immediately shook violently, and there was a crackling sound in his body.

"It doesn't matter what you've done, it doesn't matter who you provoke, the important thing is that Mr.'s face can't be damaged in the slightest."

As soon as the white-clothed scholar finished speaking, Guo Xiao was already slumped in a puddle of mud with seven holes of bleeding.

It was a real puddle of mud, because the bones of his whole body had been shattered into powder by Haoranqi.

Just killed Guo Xiao lightly, the white-clothed scholar suddenly raised his head and looked at the southeast sky with a frightened expression.

"Wenqi - from the east!"

At the same time, in the city of Kyoto, eight hundred miles away, the Qiankun Guan Qingyang Daoren, Shushan Zhao Ge, Sword Pavilion Changkong Wuji, as well as Murong Canghai, Bai Zizi and others who had been stranded in Kyoto and had never left, also noticed the abnormality for the first time, rushed outside, and looked up at the overwhelming cultural clouds coming from the southeast with a solemn expression.

What's going on?

Could it be that there is a bunsheng in Kyoto City!

When Dayan was first established, the ministers had a fierce dispute with Taizu Zhu Ying over where the capital should be built.

Taizu Zhu Ying insisted on rebuilding a capital city on the site of the Great Compassion Temple, but the ministers proposed to choose a place closer to the south on the grounds that the empire was just starting to be built, financial shortages, loss of money and money, and too close to the north.

In the end, the controversy ended with Zhu Ying's strong sentence "The Son of Heaven guards the country" and the god of catching came forward to stand for him.

Dayan Kyoto Castle was rebuilt on the dilapidated site of the Great Mercy Temple.

And this place is less than two thousand miles away from the territory of the Northern Demon Clan.

If the demon wolf rider drives with all his strength, it only takes one day and night to kill the castle of Kyoto.

But the fact is just as Taizu Zhu Ying said, since the founding of the country, the demon clan has never set foot in half an inch of Dayan's land.

Wild goose back, strong wind, Xuanhuang.

These are the three passes that guard the gateway between Dayan and the north.

Among them, the Yanhui Pass is in Taizhou, and the Gale Pass is in Jinzhou, and these two passes are thousands of miles away from Kyoto.

Qingzhou, where Xuanhuang Pass is located, is the closest to Kyoto City, and between the two places is a plain wilderness, there is neither the danger of mountains and rivers, nor the obstruction of rivers, just look at the direction and go straight for more than 2,000 miles to arrive.

The old eunuch Wei Lin secretly left Beijing alone, and after walking in the direction of Taizhou for a day, he took out a letter from his bosom in a no-man's land in the mountains and forests.

Before leaving, Zhu Sheng personally handed over the three letters to Wei Lin, and solemnly told him to open the first letter one day after leaving Beijing.

After reading the contents of the first letterhead, Wei Lin was confused. Although he didn't know what Zhu Sheng's intentions were, he still changed his direction according to the instructions in the letter and went to Qingzhou instead.

Because Zhu Sheng instructed in the letter to act secretly, Wei Lin was afraid of exposing Xingzang and did not dare to go to the post station to change the horses, so he could only abandon the old horse that was traveling, and used his spiritual power to run with all his might.

Showing his identity, he saw the Qingzhou General Soldier and Jingyuan waiting for Chang Gaoyuan, and handed the other two letterheads to him.

Half an hour later, Chang Gaoyuan pretended to be a merchant and quietly left.

Wei Lin stayed and relied on his vivid ventriloquism, disguised as Chang Gaoyuan to guard the Xuanhuang Pass.

Running sleepless for two days and two nights in a row, Chang Gaoyuan, who was covered in dust and dressed as a businessman, looked at Kyoto Castle not far away, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

How long ago was the last time I left here, but I don't remember it, it's been too long.

He was about to take a step, but he noticed a vision in the sky.

Chang Gao was far from being a monk, and he couldn't see through the mystery of the cyan clouds, but he felt that such visions were extraordinary.

"The storm is rising, a good sign! Hahahaha."

Secretly smiled in his heart, and strode towards the city gate.

"What happened?"

"How is this so, could it be that a great demon has descended into the world to cause trouble in the world?"

The southeast cape, the top of the book mountain.

More than 100 Shushan disciples were attracted by the vision of the sea of clouds rushing and rolling in the sky, and they put down the things in their hands one after another, and they got together in pairs, whispering with suspicious expressions on their faces.

Compared with Kyoto, Shushan is really a small place, and it is shrouded in a rich literary atmosphere all the year round, like a sea of clouds, and the disciples of Shushan have long been accustomed to it.

But this is the first time I have seen such a vision of the clouds rolling and rushing like huge waves.

As soon as the vision appeared, dozens of green rays flashed from the mountainside, and then rushed towards the clouds.

"It's the Great Confucians, it's the Great Confucians!"

Immediately, a disciple shouted with joy.

I saw the green mangs transformed by the great Confucians walking through the rolling sea of clouds, as if trying to restore their calm, but with little success.

At this time, it was already possible to see that the clouds formed by the convergence of literary qi were rapidly escaping towards the outside of the book mountain.

Just when the Confucians were helpless, a huge jasper brush phantom like an optimus pillar shot out from the top of the book mountain, and the stroke of the pen stopped the surging and leaking literary atmosphere in the sky.

More than a dozen great Confucians who were floating in the sea of clouds like immortals breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to the top of the book mountain.

"See His Holiness."

Inside the Innocence Residence, Huang Liangyi seemed to be crazy, pointing to the Wen Qi rushing in the southeast sky and shouting loudly with exhaustion.

"Wen Qi comes from the east! The spirit is coming from the east!"

At this time, all the great Confucians had already realized what had happened to make Huang Liangyi so out of shape.

The heavenly qi is divided into two, half of which converges in Kyoto Castle, which is located in the center of the chessboard continent, and half of which gathers at the top of Shushan Mountain in the southeast cape.

Where the culture is prosperous, it is where the orthodoxy of Confucianism lies.

Kyoto Castle and Shushan have been fighting for many years, and the competition is the amount of this culture.

And the key to determining the amount of literature is which side has more Confucianism and deeper knowledge.

If Rong Fei passes the assessment and is promoted to Confucianism today, he will indeed compete for some literary spirit from the side of Shushan and break the balance that has been maintained by the two sides for many years. After that, when they quarreled with the people of Shushan, the Confucian people on the side of Kyoto Castle could take this matter into play.

Although Rong Fei has a promising future, after all, his age and experience are here, even if he succeeds in becoming a Confucian, how much can he compete for?

There is a total of one stone in the world, and there are five buckets in each of the book mountains and Kyoto.

This is the casual joke of the new Confucian in Shushan when Shushan was promoted to the fifteenth great Confucian a few years ago.

Although it is a joke, it is ashamed of the Confucianism in Kyoto.

Once upon a time, Kyoto Confucianism occupied seven buckets and eight buckets, and ancient and modern times shared one bucket, and your book mountain was only one bucket or two buckets.

Now it is able to sit on an equal footing with Kyoto Confucianism.

The fifteen great Confucians in Kyoto have a total of five buckets of literary energy, so that the three great Confucians are one bucket, and each great Confucian is more than three liters.

These great Confucians have been famous for many years, and their disciples are all over the world, and their knowledge can only be described as unfathomable, and they can only compete for three liters of literary spirit.

Rong Fei was promoted to Confucianism, and Kyoto Confucianism did not dare to expect too much from it, as long as it could compete for a promotion, it would be enough.

The worst should be two or three catties.

It is a little vulgar to use catties, liters, buckets, and stones to measure the formless and qualitative tone, but it is more conducive to understanding.

But at this time, looking at the momentum that Wen Qi was impatient and rushing, it was like a thousand jun pressing the top.

The great Confucians have never seen such a magnificent spectacle.

This... That's a lot of temperament.

What stones, buckets, and liters are too small to fit at all!

But just when the Confucians were ecstatic, the Wen Qi in the sky suddenly stagnated, and gradually retreated.

In the clouds of literary atmosphere, there is a faint shadow of a brush carved from a huge jasper.

"Old immortal deceit!"

Huang Liangyi saw the origin of the brush, and immediately scolded angrily.

can be scolded and scolded, and the clouds and mist have begun to retreat rapidly towards the southeast.

"Rong Fei!"

Huang Liangyi suddenly remembered something, rushed to the table like crazy, grabbed Rong Fei's hand and pressed it on the paper.

"Write, write, write, write..."

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