The guard inspected the customs clearance documents on his behalf, and everything was normal at first, but when he turned to the second page, his brows were furrowed, and he looked up at Song Mazi, and then at the man in brocade.

In order to make sure that nothing was wrong, the guard also walked to the front of the carriage, stretched out his hand and pulled up the curtain, and glanced inside, where three young men and girls stared at him.

"My lord, this?"

"Huh?"

The guard respectfully handed the customs clearance document in his hand to the man in brocade, and whispered: "My lord, they are from Taiping County, but they are just ······ There are only two names on the clearance paper. ”

Because every time the Daxuan Dynasty passes a pass, it will engrave the official seal of the territory to which that pass belongs on the customs clearance document.

If the seal engraved on the page is too complicated, then it is necessary to make up a "continuation" at the nearby official office, so the first page that the guard sees is actually the second page.

Starting from the "Taiping County" at the top of the second page, as the starting point of a group of four people, turning to the first page, it is the pass seal that is getting closer and closer to the capital of Daxuan.

But a customs clearance document must clearly record everyone's name on it, so that those who want to get through the customs can only be discouraged.

The reason for the guard's frown was that there were only two names at the top of the first page, but there were three people in the carriage, and four with the coachman, two more.

The man in brocade quickly glanced at the name on the customs clearance document, and he said in a deep voice: "Who are Lu Zhixing and Song Jingshan?"

The girl poked her head out of the carriage and looked at the man in brocade with a blank expression.

Song Mazi hurriedly put on a smiling face, pointed to himself and said: "This adult, I am Song Jingshan, that is my young lady, Lu Zhixing, we are all from Taiping County." ”

The brocade-clothed man crossed Song Jingshan directly and walked straight to the carriage, he pulled it violently, tearing the curtain so that he could see more clearly.

Lu Zhixing was shocked and shrank into the carriage.

Li Huairen frowned, and just wanted to make a move, but was pulled by the arm of the scholar Li Zijin beside him, "Young master." The boy shook his head slightly.

Song Jingshan hurriedly took a step back, so as to stand in front of his young lady, and said with a pleasant face: "My lord, why bother, if you have something to say." ”

The brocade-clothed man snorted coldly, and said mercilessly: "Lu Zhixing and Song Jingshan can pass, the other two, come down!"

As soon as the words fell, several guards surrounded the carriage and pressed their thumbs against the scabbard.

Looking at the posture, if a few people don't do what the brocade man commands, then they will have to meet each other.

Song Jingshan quickly thought about how to deal with it in his mind, damn it, he had walked through so many counties before, and when he saw the jade plate in Li Huairen's hand, he obediently let him go, why is the commander of this pass so difficult?

Could it be that this identity under the mountain is not qualified? Do you have to show this little white face the identity of the mountain?

Thinking of this, Song Jingshan took out a short dagger with exquisite workmanship from his arms, the dagger body was sharp, and the two sides were engraved with the words "to drive away evil spirits" and "to unify ten thousand".

When the man in brocade saw Song Jingshan show his dagger, he was already moved with murderous intent, his aura had already condensed in the sea of knowledge, and the natal flying sword in the center of his eyebrows was just about to go out of his body.

The guards around him have also unsheathed their knives.

However, when the man in brocade saw the eight words on the front and back of the dagger, he immediately dispelled the idea of doing it, and waved his hand at his subordinates, signaling them not to act rashly.

"Zhengyi, what do you have to do with Longhu Mountain?"

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In the Daxuan Palace, Prime Minister Wei Xuancheng is playing against Li Xinzhen, the son of Daxuan.

Wei Xuancheng is strong in chess, but Li Chenzhen's original intention was only to delay the hour and fight to the middle game, Li Xuanzhen has been defeated, so he had to bow his head and fall into the long exam, and wait until he fell into the sheath, and then looked up at Wei Xuancheng, but Wei Chengcheng was already lying on the desk, sleeping soundly.

Li Xinzhen let the hard-working prime minister take a nap, and was not in a hurry to wake him up.

Seeing that it was already three poles in the sun, Li Xinzhen thought to herself, the white dragon who dreamed of me should have escaped, right?

Suddenly, Wei Xuancheng looked anxious, and sweat beaded on his forehead, as if he was having a nightmare.

Li Xinzhen personally shook the fan for him, and the breeze blew, and the beads of sweat on Wei Xuancheng's forehead gradually dissipated, and his expression became calm.

An elderly eunuch has been serving beside him, during which he proposed that he should shake the fan for the prime minister, but Li Xinzhen refused.

"Your Majesty, there seems to be a lot of movement over there in Ziwei Academy. The old eunuch glanced at the south of Gyeonggi and whispered.

Li Chenzhen's mind was all on the chessboard, and she asked casually: "How big can it be, is it possible that it can turn the capital upside down?"

The old eunuch immediately buried his head lower and said, "Your Majesty, Confucianism is chaotic with literature, and you must guard against it." ”

Li Xinzhen said impatiently: "I know, I know, isn't there already a Taiping Academy, is it true that I want to destroy the three academies in and out of the city, so that my Daxuan students have nowhere to study?"

The old eunuch immediately knelt down and said tremblingly: "The slave doesn't dare!"

"Alright, hurry up, and have something to say. ”

The old eunuch cautiously got up from the ground, approached Li Xinzhen, covered his mouth and whispered.

Hearing the second half, this Daxuan Tianzi frowned, and he couldn't even take care of the chess game, and after being silent for a long time, Li Xinzhen struggled to squeeze out four words: "Then it's up to you." ”

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Ziwei Academy.

Deputy mountain chief Li Haotang is giving a lecture to the students, he hangs half a jade plaque on his waist, the jade plaque seal is engraved with the words "Xiu Qi Zhiping", and the other half of the seal is engraved with the jade plaque of "Gewu Zhizhi" is one, holding a "Doushu Quanshu" in his hand.

The three major academies of the Daxuan Dynasty, South Ziwei, North Taiping, and Middle Daoxuan, each have their own specializations.

In addition to the Four Books and Five Classics, which are common books in the world, the three major academies have their own opinions.

The students of Ziwei Academy have to learn "Qintang Five Star Technique", "Eighteen Flying Stars" and so on.

finished a paragraph of "The sun is the main star, the moon is the main body, the same palace is avoided, and the sun and the moon are arched." After that, Li Haotang looked out the window, and his mind had drifted out of thousands of miles.

It has been more than three months since the mountain chief Zhuge Yi went to Taiping County, and it stands to reason that it shouldn't be so long.

With Zhuge Yi's cultivation, he should arrive in less than half a month after walking against the wind, and he should come back in a month after coming and going. It has been more than three months since Zhuge Yi went to Taiping County.

Li Haotang was a little worried.

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A deliberate resulted in a mistime, chaotic rain after it fell.

A white dragon head fell from the clouds, and above the dragon head, the horns had become the climate.

The Confucian sage sitting in the canopy of heaven swayed his sleeves, and in the blink of an eye, he put this dragon head into his sleeve, and made a complete white dragon corpse with the dragon body in his sleeve.

In the matter of clouds and rain, the genus of dragons in the world has always needed to follow the "number of days", and a bucket of water must fall in the sky, and there must not be a drop of bad pool.

In order to supervise the dragons in the world, there has always been a kind of incognito monk who has no real body, and his soul wanders in the body of ordinary people of different ages, identities, and genders in the world.

Named "Dragon Slayer".

The Confucian sage in the canopy stroked his beard and smiled.

"I didn't expect that dragon slayer to slay a dragon in a dream, it's really fateful. ”