Songhai, Little Sage Village.

Yan Lu was wearing a coarse linen coat, stepping on a pair of tattered straw sandals, and was sitting under the banyan tree in front of the door with an angry face.

Looking up at the gate of the Little Sage Village, he was very desperate.

An hour ago, he was hidden in a caravan after being put on makeup by his uncle, and he blended all the way into Songhai. Following the direction of the passer-by, he successfully found the address of the Little Sage Village.

Shouldering the heavy responsibility of moving the rescue soldiers, Yan Lu did not dare to delay, and hurriedly stepped forward and knocked on the door. But unexpectedly, when the high-spirited gatekeeper saw that he was in rags, he thought he was called Hanako, and drove him out without waiting for him to speak.

Yan Lu was anxious in his heart.

At this moment, the master and the little uncle must be in danger, and he alone blended into Songhai. If I can't move to the rescue, I'm afraid that the lives of my master and uncle will be in danger.

He kicked the clods of soil on the ground irritably, and he only wished that he could burn down the little sage village.

"Hmm...... Fire? ”

Thinking of something, a thought rose in Yan Lu's heart.

"If you don't let me in, then I'll burn you out." Yan Lu held the torch stolen from the back kitchen of the restaurant in his hand, and said in a broken heart.

This honest and calm boy even has a thunderbolt method.

"Burn, the bigger the better", the boy leaned on the wall, and threw the torch in his hand.

Seeing the sparks igniting the grass and the flames sweeping through the cherry trees planted around, Yan Lu couldn't help but high-five excitedly.

"It's out of the water, put out the fire."

The fire grew bigger and bigger, alarming the students in the village. Everyone ran and shouted, shoveling soil in a panic, scooping water scooping water, and rushing to the fire together.

Seeing the chaos in the village, Yan Lu stood on the wall and shouted: "I am Yan Lu, an unknown disciple of Confucianism, and I want to see Kong Qian, the head of the Little Sage Village." I am a disciple of the Sword Saint, and I want to see Master Kong Qian. ”

Kong Qian, Kong Ling's descendants.

Kong Qian is not famous in history, but he has a pivotal ancestor - Kong Ling.

Kong Lingzi Si is the son of Boyu, the son of the sage Kong Qiu. Kong Ling was trapped in the Song Dynasty and wrote "The Mean", which was added as one of the four books.

His life's achievements are comparable to those of Confucius, Mencius, Yanzi, and Zengzi, and he is known as the Five Great Sages of Confucianism, and is also the founder of the eight schools of Confucianism.

The descendants of Kong Ling inherited his ideas, and over the centuries they continued to grow and develop, and now they are the most powerful of the eight schools of Confucianism.

Kong Qian is the contemporary leader of Zi Si Zhiru and the head of Xiao Shengxian Village.

If there is no Bai Feng, Yan Lu should be recommended by an anonymous letter to worship him and become the gentle and humble second master of Confucianism in the original play.

But butterflies flap their wings, and history has already made waves.

"The one who set the fire was the little ghost, catch him." The servant guarding the door saw Yan Lu standing at the head of the wall, pointed at Yan Lu and shouted again and again.

Seeing that someone rushed towards him, Yan Lu did not resist, and was obediently restrained.

…………

"......, you set the fire?"

Kong Qian is an old man with gray eyebrows, he is neatly dressed in Confucian clothes, and his old face is very old-fashioned.

"Yes", Yan Lu was not afraid and responded loudly.

"I heard you want to see me, that's your method?" Kong Qian's face did not show a trace of expression, but his voice was a little more condensed.

Obviously, he wasn't in a good mood.

With a roll of his eyes, Yan Lu immediately fell to the ground, he hugged Kong Qian's thigh and wailed: "Uncle Help, I am Yan Lu, the disciple of Mr. Unknown of the Qidiao Clan, my master was ambushed by Luo Net in the Prison Dragon Valley, please save him." ”

When Kong Qian heard this, his face turned pale.

As the head of Confucianism, he naturally would not be unaware of the nameless movements.

Looking down at Yan Lu, he secretly read in his heart: "Is this the child?" It's also quite a bit of a hurry. ”

Seeing that Yan Lu was sad and looked panicked, he said: "Since you are a Confucian disciple, there is no reason for an accident in Songhai, you don't need to panic." ”

He turned his head to look at the disciples who were serving beside him and ordered, "Fu Nian, your senior uncle is in danger in the Prison Dragon Valley, so you can take someone there." There is no need to spare your hands and bring people back safely. ”

Obviously, he was very confident in this young disciple.

"Yes, Master." Fu Nian replied respectfully.

Yan Lu looked up, but saw that Fu Nian's face was straight, his eyes were like torches, and his every move was extraordinary. Feeling the extraordinary momentum of the other party, Yan Lu felt a little more stable in his heart at the moment, and immediately wanted to leave with Fu Nian.

"Stop",

A light sound came, and Yan Lu suddenly stopped.

"The Prison Dragon Valley is dozens of miles away from here, you don't know martial arts, so it's time to rush over. Your senior brother Fu Nian is the sword master of Tai'a, and his strength is extraordinary, so don't make trouble for him. ”

Kong Qian stared at Yan Lu and said.

“…… Yes", although he was aggrieved, Yan Luqing knew that he couldn't help much, so he could only respond in a low voice.

He watched Fu Nian leave, and his heart was uneasy for a while.

"Master, little uncle, are you all right?"

…………

Valleys, between cliffs.

A huge sword wound pierced Bai Zhi's abdominal cavity, and blood continued to ooze from the hastily bandaged wound.

The startled salamander held Bai Zhi tightly in his arms, and the internal force frantically surged into his body.

Her eyebrows are frowned, her jade face is frosty, and her beautiful face has long lost its usual coldness at this moment.

On the side, a nameless sword with a gloomy expression stood up, and the irrepressible murderous aura blew the grass and trees around him to hunt.

"If not, if it weren't for Ah Zhi's desperate obstruction, he should be lying on the ground."

Seeing that Bai Zhi was seriously injured, Nameless went crazy with hatred in his heart.

If it weren't for the shouts and demeanors of the two of them, he keenly sensed that their relationship was extraordinary, he would have slashed the salamander here with a single sword.

Nameless hated to be a substitute, but now, he could only watch the startled salamander heal Bai Zhi's injuries.

"Whew",

Nameless let out a vicious breath, his fingers creaking.

On the ground, Bai Zhi's face was as pale as snow, blood gushed out from the corners of his lips, and his white clothes were crimson.

But he looked half-dead, and in fact it was fine.

With a shield and a powerful body, this deadly sword was not as terrifying as he imagined.

It's just that the startled salamander that stabbed Bai Zhi by mistake seems to have lost its usual calm, and it didn't notice this.

Seeing that the frightened salamander Yuyan was flustered, Bai Zhi's heart was slightly happy. It seems that that unintentional drunkenness left a different kind of memory in the heart of this cold beauty.

The startled salamander, a cold beauty with a closed heart, has a rare opportunity to pry her heart.

He had planted a seed in her heart before, and it was time to strike while the iron was hot, so Bai Zhile pretended to be seriously injured.

At the moment when the startled salamander appeared, Bai Zhi's mind was full of thoughts. He must not sit idly by and watch the startled salamander kill Nameless, but he is even more afraid that Nameless Explosive will kill the startled salamander with a sword.

One is the righteous brother who teaches him, and the other is the thug girlfriend he prescribed, and if he loses any of them, he will cut the flesh of his heart.

Therefore, he chose to gamble, betting that he could affect the mood of the salamander, betting that he was fast enough, betting that he could take the sword, and betting that his physical body would not let him down.

Fortunately, he won the bet, and the result was even unexpectedly gratifying.

His eyes were miserable, and he looked at the beautiful face of the startled salamander in a daze.

"It's so beautiful," Bai Zhi murmured softly at the corners of his mouth.

What kind of woman is the most beautiful?

Perhaps each flower has its own floral fragrance, and everyone's definition of beauty is different. But in Bai Zhi's eyes, the woman's gesture of concern and discoloration made him heart break the most.

The so-called: This body originally didn't know sorrow, and I was most afraid of seeing tenderness in case.

When a woman's eyes are like autumn water, staring at your eyes with concern, I believe that no man can withstand this watery tenderness.

The startled salamander in front of you is the best in this place.

Her eyes that were as cold as water were misty at the moment, her white and smooth forehead was deeply frowned, and a little panic appeared on her usually elegant and calm face.

Her slender jade hand was covering the wound on Bai Zhi's abdomen, and the majestic internal force continued to pour in, but the speed of blood oozing out did not slow down in the slightest.

Seeing her jade face and mist in her eyes, Bai Zhi raised his hand to brush up a wisp of green silk hanging from the forehead of the startled salamander, and gently pinned her behind her ear, he said softly: "

Don't be afraid, Sister Wanyan. ”