At the same time that Xiang Yun and Luo Xiaoxia rushed to the Jinhe Sword King's Mansion, Meng Juntong took Bai Yu with them, but Xiang Ming and the three of them left in another direction, and they continued to go to Jixia.

Xiang Ming didn't understand why his brother resolutely didn't let him meddle in this matter, Xiang Yun's reason was that Xiang Ming was determined to be in the temple in the future, and it was not appropriate to touch too many affairs of the rivers and lakes, but he knew that this was just his brother's excuse.

What's even more strange is that with Meng Juntong's temperament, he actually agreed not to get involved, and continued to travel east to Jixia to participate in the so-called sage conference.

"Miss Meng, what did my brother and Sister Xiaoxia tell you that night? Why did you suddenly give up walking. Xiang Ming struggled with this question all the way, and it wasn't until he was almost at the end of the day that he asked it.

Meng Juntong glanced at Xiang Ming and sighed softly: "We are still too shallow to think about everything, Brother Xiang Yun wants to completely destroy this tumor across the Western Regions in one fell swoop this time." ”

Xiang Ming suddenly remembered that among the generals who had gone on an expedition to the Western Regions, there seemed to be a master of Xiang Yun, and that general was not able to return to Chu alive.

At that time, Xiang Ming's age was too young, but he clearly remembered that after this incident, Xiang Yun locked himself in the dark room for three days and three nights, he had secretly entered the dark room, Xiang Ming clearly remembered, in that room, on the wall, on the ground, on the beams, as long as there was a place in the house, he carved it all over the swear to destroy the Heavenly Demon Palace, and swore to kill Lu Weilou.

"Big brother, is this going for revenge?"

"No," Meng Juntong denied Xiang Ming's statement very seriously: "He wants to eliminate harm." ”

When the three of them entered Jixia City, it was already night, and they arrived at Jixia three days later than the original time, and the sage conference initiated by Jixia School Palace had already begun.

The three of them did not look for an inn to settle in, in fact, in today's Jixia City, there is no longer an inn in the city that can have a vacant room.

She went directly to the Jixia School Palace, because it was night, not at the time of the Sage Conference, so the area around the School Palace was quite quiet.

Go out to respect the school palace, whether it is a protégé of the hundred schools of thought, or a person from the rivers and lakes, they will not easily disturb the tranquility of the school palace.

When I came to the gate of the Jixia School Palace, two white-clothed boys immediately greeted me and said: "Three guests, the School Palace will no longer be open to the public after the Shen Shi, and please go back to the School Palace early tomorrow morning to listen to the school." ”

The temperament of the child is very elegant, and he is quite bookish.

Meng Juntong also hurriedly performed Confucian etiquette at the moment: "Mr. Xiao, we are here to visit the saint for important things, and please ask Mr. Xiao to pass it on to us." ”

Xiao Tong's face was slightly stunned, there are many people who have come to the academy to visit the academy Mr. or the master, but he has never seen a visitor come to the door to find the saint.

Although it is a school palace under the rule of a saint, the saint has not always been in the palace.

"Guest, forgive me for being rude, it's just that this visit to the saint is really ......" Xiao Tong looked very embarrassed, not that he refused to help pass it on, but that they didn't have much opportunity to deal with the Confucian saint on weekdays.

Meng Juntong remembered what Xiang Yun said, and hurriedly picked up the Qingfeng Sword in his hand with both hands and handed it to Xiao Tong: "Little Sir, please hand over this sword to the master of your courtyard, he will have his own decision." ”

Xiao Tong seemed to believe it a little, but he still carefully took the Qingfeng Sword with both hands.

"I also ask the guests to wait. The boy immediately turned and trotted to the inner courtyard.

"This is what my eldest brother entrusted you to do?" Xiang Ming seemed to understand a little.

Others may not know it, but he knows that the Qingfeng Sword in Meng Juntong's hand has a very close relationship with many big names in this world, especially with the sage master in this Jixia Academy, as well as the legendary national teacher in their Great Chu country.

Meng Juntong nodded: "The Western Regions Heavenly Demon Palace is intertwined and has been operating for decades, if you want to get rid of it, you don't just rely on the force of the rivers and lakes, the suppression of bloody killing is useful, and this is only within the rivers and lakes, in the countries of the Western Regions, the power of the Great Heavenly Demon Palace is even greater, if it can't be uprooted, it will definitely be born again in the future, so ......"

"Therefore, the eldest brother hopes to borrow the hands of Confucian sages to completely solve the Great Bright Palace in the Western Regions. ”

Meng Juntong nodded: "The saint has the criteria of the saint, when the Chu State sent troops to attack the Western Regions, this was a matter of soldiers, and the saint could not interfere, and later the contact between the Heavenly Demon Palace of the Western Regions and the Central Plains was all disputes between the rivers and lakes, and the saint could not interfere, but at this time, Lu Weilou, the palace master of the Great Heavenly Demon Palace, used the demon way to bewitch the common people and cause trouble to the world, which touched the bottom line of the saint." ”

Xiang Yun told Meng Juntong all the things about the Great Heavenly Demon Palace that day.

Meng Juntong knew that the way the Heavenly Demon Palace controlled people was mostly through a phantom medicine called Blissen.

Once this drug is exposed, it is difficult to quit, and its harm is far greater than that of poison.

It didn't take long for the little boy who had gone to the courtyard to report before, running out, he didn't have the Qingfeng sword in his hand, he trotted to Meng Juntong and Xiang Yun, and said, "The master of the courtyard invites guests to enter the school palace." ”

Meng Juntong and the three of them thanked the little boy, and then they were led to the inner courtyard of the school palace by another scholar.

Jixia School Palace has a history of more than 1,000 years, as early as a thousand years ago, it was not divided by the Warring States, and the Jixia School Palace at that time was a holy place for the former Son of Heaven to educate protégés, and it was a holy place for preaching and teaching in the world.

It is precisely because of the existence of the Jixia School Palace, Qi State hundreds of years ago, was the leader of the Central Plains countries, no one dared to attack Qi, or war with Qi, that is, in these years, the Confucian Palace was established in Chu and Zhao one after another, and the Qi State gradually showed signs of decay due to the death of the monarch.

Walking through a large green bamboo forest, the scholar led the three of them into a very dilapidated small grass hut.

"Your courtyard master lives here?" Xiang Ming felt a little incredible.

He didn't think about what a luxurious residence the master of a school palace would live in, after all, Confucianism attaches the most importance to self-cultivation, wealth and luxury, which is not what they want.

But the dilapidated situation is also a bit too exaggerated.

"The mountain is not high, there is a fairy name, the water is not deep, there is a dragon is a spirit, although this leaks the room, the dwellers are wise, a few please." The scholar smiled and made a gesture of please.

He didn't follow into the cottage, but turned and walked away slowly.

"Master, the little scholars here all feel very powerful. Bai Yu looked at his peers who were the same age as him, but his gas was so calm, and he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

Meng Juntong stretched out his hand and gently touched Bai Yu's head: "Our little Yu is also very powerful, let's go and see the saint." ”