Situ Zhuxiang died.

It's so pitiful and lifeless.

The fatal wound was a little scarlet at the center of the eyebrows.

The peachwood long sword wrapped in the true qi of Yun Mengjue, the tip of the sword is incomparably sharp.

In an instant, it had already penetrated the head of Prime Minister Situ.

A sword pierced the entire skull.

Wipe out their lives in the blink of an eye!

Known as the "Sword Buddha" by the people of the rivers and lakes, the bearded giant monk who buried many unjust souls under the blade.

died in this way in the hands of the new master of Shoudeguan.

Looking at the fat corpse of Situ Zhuxiang on the ground, he smiled happily as he was not inferior to the former's muscular body.

Then, decently, he raised a single palm on his chest.

Hanxu shook his head, learned the tone of the monks in the temple, and said leisurely: "Amitabha." ”

Then, he felt that it was not quite right, and scolded angrily: "you-grandma's Amitabha!" You Situ Zhuxiang was killed by Lao Tzu with a sword, why didn't you come to save you? Ridiculous no? ”

After scolding, he was finally satisfied, relaxed, and happy, and he already had the Taoist Hanxu of the "upper three grade realm", pinching the Dharma veins and Taoist tricks, Feng Xu, and returned to the mountain gate where his Taoist temple was located.

The burly Taoist priest is not chic.

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The scenery is surprisingly the same as that of the outside world, and there is also a rolling Yellow River that is thousands of miles long in the ruins!

Winter is approaching, and some river belts are already showing signs of freezing.

The clouds drifted across the sky, and the warm sun was rare.

A cyan robe, a yellow-haired man.

The two sword cultivators seemed to have made an appointment in advance to hand over the sword together.

The fiery sword produced by the former burst into flames.

The latter's sword trick is warm, and the four seasons are like spring.

The Yellow River, a whole Yellow River flowing more than 10,000 miles long, there is no half of frost left!

Qiujin, who had yellow hair on his head, looked full of joy, and shouted loudly: "Brother Ling, the sword qi spans 30,000 miles, shining on the earth, our joint sword is called-'Heaven and the world, the four seas and five lakes welcome spring together'!" ”

Ling Zhen, who was wearing a cyan robe, took out a pot of fine wine Xinghua Village from the ring and drank it a few times with pride.

Throwing the wine jug into Brother Qiu's hand, the young man in the green robe said in a loud voice: "The sleeve is big, the sun and the moon rise in the pot, Brother Qiu, but it's okay to drink!" ”

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Yingchun, who was draped in a white tiger skin on his shoulder, took Wei Jie's small pot and took a sip.

The thin black old man touched his shriveled and fleshless abdomen, and muttered as he touched it: "It's really good to be young, that vigorous and energetic, the old man can't envy ......"

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The night was dark, the cold wind was gusting, and there was not even the shadow of half a pedestrian around, and it was unusually empty and peaceful.

Unknowingly, Ling Zhen had been in this world for almost three months.

"Being a decent gentleman is really a thankless chore, and you have to force yourself to do things you don't want to do."

Qiu Jin sighed, "At this time, I should have been drunk and lying in the gentle township, where is the need to drink the northwest wind on this street?" ”

"That's because your consciousness is not high enough!"

Ye Yiran said in an unhappy tone, "When you don't feel bitter, you will be a real gentleman." ”

Ling Zhen, a young man in a green robe who was walking with the two, shook his head and said with a smile: "It's also bitter, isn't the gentleman bitter?" ”

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Qiu Jin agreed with Brother Ling's words, "That is, suffering and freezing, eating and drinking, and then you don't feel bitter?" Where is this very gentleman, he is clearly a saint! If I can really do it, red-haired monster, don't call me Uncle Qiu in the future, just call me 'Autumn Sage', or 'Autumn Son'......"

Ye Yiran was disdainful, "Let's talk about it when you really do it." ”

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Yingchun was not low, turned his head to look at the green shirt, and asked with a smile: "What do you think of the title of 'Yingzi'?" ”

Wei Jie suddenly remembered the old man Ying's former god name "White Emperor" Bai Yan, laughed a few times, nodded and said, "It's better than 'Baizi'." ”

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This night.

At Ling Zhen's suggestion, the three of them really came to the Confucian Confucian Temple, which is known as "the first in the world".

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Confucian temple.

After digging the Qinhuai River into the Pan Pond, a tall archway stands in front.

Six pillars and three gates, there is a square forehead hanging at the top, and four thick ink characters are written horizontally and vertically - "Tianxia Shu".

It was late at night, and the passage was closed off by a wooden fence.

Ling Zhen opened the way in front alone, and behind him were Qiu and Ye.

The green-robed guest casually threw a few punches, smashing all the rows of fences, and the road became unimpeded again.

Walking into the archway, it is the Confucian Temple Square.

There are stone pillars on the east and west sides of the square, and the autumn gold has excellent eyesight, and although the night around is heavy, you can also see the words engraved on it.

It was "the military attache of the civil minister who dismounted here".

"Although I am neither a civil servant nor a military attaché, my father is a battlefield general, and after all, this is a temple dedicated to saints, if I drive a horse straight in, there will be a desecration after all......"

Thinking of this, after Qiujin, the former general of the Tianluo Kingdom, turned over and jumped off the horse, tied the famous Dawan Ma Zilei to the pillar, and changed to walk with Ye Yiran.

Ling Zhen naturally turned over and touched the ground, tying his mount to the white horse here.

Passing through the square in front of the temple, the three finally came to the main hall of the Confucian Temple.

Dacheng Hall.

Stepping over the threshold, he entered the interior of the majestic hall.

Ling Zhen had a natal fire in his palm, and as a guide for lighting, the three of them walked towards the Dacheng Hall little by little.

There is a tablet in the middle of the hall, which reads "the divine seat of Confucius, the most holy master of Dacheng".

In the north of the main hall, there is a bronze statue three or four zhang high, which is the watch of the Master of All Saints, Confucius.

Next to the bronze statue of the saint, there are also twelve white marble statues of two or three zhang high, and the carving is naturally the most famous twelve virtuous disciples of Confucius.

Bypassing the tablet and coming to the front of the bronze statue, the three of them knelt on the futon one after another, full of respect, and kowtowed three heads to the statue of the saint.

After the salute, the hatred lock on Qiu Jin's chest suddenly burst into green light uncontrollably.

Fei Ren himself took the initiative to fly out of the lock.

"You don't practice hard in the lock, what are you doing when you run out?"

Qiu Jin asked with an eyebrow.

Fei Ren bowed down and told the story of the Confucian classics he had heard from a scholar in Zhongshan who was rushing to take the exam, and said firmly: "The greatest ideal in his life is nothing more than self-cultivation and Qi family ruling the country and leveling the world, and the person he admires most in his life is none other than Confucius, the most holy Confucian confucius!" Today, if you are fortunate enough to enter the temple of the saints, if you close it and do not come out, wouldn't it be a great disrespect? ”

After hearing this, Qiu Jin nodded, "I see, I can't imagine that you still have such good ambitions." ”

Fei Ren said "um", "Now that you see the saint, you need to bow three times and bow nine times." ”

As he spoke, he knelt down to the futon and kowtowed to the bronze statue of the Confucian saint.