A golden light pierced the starry sky and landed on a towering mountain.

"Did you get it?"

The Lion King, who was standing on the top of the mountain and waiting for the dark sun, asked.

Dark Sun's face was gloomy, and he shook his head slightly and said, "No, that old blind man actually calculated that I would go, Feng Xing hid in the ferry in advance and stopped me." What about you, did Ling Ruoxu and them take the opportunity to counterattack when I was away?"

The Lion King was slightly surprised, he didn't expect that the old blind man to have such magical powers, the Dapeng King had already used a treasure to cover his breath, and he still had insight into his own plan in advance. With Feng Xing intervening to stop it, it was indeed difficult for King Peng to take the life of the old blind man. The lion king didn't say anything comforting, just patted the dark sun on the shoulder, and talked about the battle in the past two days: "You haven't been in the past two days, the human race has indeed taken the initiative, but it's not a big deal, it's still just a change of life between the two sides." Presumably, the reinforcements from the rest of the states have not yet arrived, and the Terrans don't want to be too aggressive. ”

The Golden-Winged Roc King nodded, which was also expected.

"Chengdao is still a little worse over there, let's fight a little more fiercely these days, we must complete the Demon World Floating Slaughter before the people from the human race states rush to the Demon City. ”

"Dark Sun, are you sure that Bai Zhao will not come to the Demon Town? After all, he is also a Terran monk. ”

The lion king nodded when he heard this, anyway, he was advancing according to the strategy formulated before the war, and the general trend was under control. But what really worried him the most in his heart was the man named Bai Zhaofu. After all, the strategy they had planned before was to exclude this person, and once this person joined the battlefield, I was afraid that the tide of the war would be reversed in an instant.

Faced with the lion king's question, King Peng was also silent.

After a while, Dark Sun slowly spoke: "It shouldn't be, the hatred for the righteous path of the human race is so great that it will definitely not appear on the battlefield here." I think for him, there is no difference between facing the tilt of the righteous path and facing my demon clan. ”

After the words fell, the two kings stopped talking and looked at the empty battlefield in front of the Demon City together.

But that name was indeed like a stone hanging overhead, making them always worried, after all, once that person really descended on the Demon Town, the balance that the two clans had maintained tacitly at the moment would be immediately broken.

One of the five emperors of the Ethereal Spirit Realm, the Demon Lord, refuses in vain.

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The Great Sui Dynasty was the most powerful of the three dynasties in Dongshengzhou, with a vast territory, accounting for almost a quarter of Dongshengzhou.

And the entire Void Spirit Realm, the Holy Land of Confucianism and Taoism, Bailu Academy, is located in the land of the Great Sui.

Meng Haoran, the president of Bailu Academy, is recognized by Confucianism and Taoism today as profound in learning, and has the image of Haoran, and is respected by the world as "Master Mengzi".

Among the Confucian scribes of the past dynasties, almost all those who could get the title of master were the leaders of the Confucian sect at that time. And Meng Haoran, who was called the master thirty years ago, was praised by the people of the world as "a pedantic celestial." He is admired as the highest scholar since the originator of Confucian learning, "Yuan Sheng" Confucius.

On weekdays, most of the people who lived in seclusion and devoted themselves to their studies were standing at the gate of the academy early today.

When the students of the academy saw this scene, they were all amazed at what kind of person could make the master himself wait outside the door early. You must know that even ten years ago, when the Emperor of Heaven led the civil officials of the Celestial Empire to visit, the master did not take the initiative to greet him.

Meng Fuzi stood outside the gate of the academy, gently grinding a stone lion in front of the door with one hand, and squinted at the willow tree he planted when he first came to the academy in the forest in front of him. The master with two hundred temples seemed to be reminiscing about the interesting things of his youth, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a trace of arc.

Suddenly, the Master stood solemnly, turned to the right, and bowed to the end.

"The student meets the sir. ”

At some point, a sloppyly dressed rickety old man appeared beside Meng Fuzi, and he also stared at the weeping willow that had already been covered with his gaze.

"Xiao Meng, I haven't seen you for more than thirty years, you are already so old. ”

The old man stretched out his hand to help the Confucian leader who was performing the student salute.

Meng Fuzi, who was said to be old by this old man who looked drooping and decrepit, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

"Tut-tut, your kid was born with a good skin when he was young, and now he is seventy or eighty years old, and he still looks like a fairy. These young and beautiful schoolgirls can't be embraced, right?"

After the old man looked at Meng Fuzi carefully, he suddenly leaned his head over and whispered, and patted his master's shoulder vigorously, with a tacit obscene expression.

Hearing this insulting remark, Meng Fuzi also raised his hand and rubbed his temples, smiling bitterly.

He knew too well what kind of character this gentleman was. After all, Mr. can make peak monks like the Five Emperors retreat with one mouth.

All the scholars in the White Deer Academy stared curiously at the sloppy old man who went out to greet the master in person, and asked one after another if anyone knew the identity of the old man.

Meng Fuzi accompanied the old man all the way from the door to a private house in the academy, and listened to the whispered speculation and discussion of the students around him on the way, and he couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

Who would have thought that this unkempt and crude old man was the Confucian master who overwhelmed the Buddhist monks and the Taoist masters in the sensational debate of the three religions a hundred years ago.

After entering the elegant house dedicated to Meng's hospitality, the two masters sat opposite each other.

Meng Fuzi did not summon the student disciples, but began to boil water and make tea with his own hands. The old man sitting opposite him leaned back in his chair, kicked his shoes, and walked on stilts. Meng Fuzi, who had not been surprised for a long time, didn't bother to remind Mr. that it was a violation of etiquette, but just looked at his nose and nose, and focused on dealing with the tea set in his hand. The old man picked his feet and waved his hand to place forbidden nodules in the room, so as to prevent the words of the two of them from being heard.

"Xiao Meng, there is already a war on the side of the 100,000 mountains. What are you going to do?"

When Meng Fuzi heard Mr. talk about business, he also stopped his movements, and said solemnly: "My generation of scholars should be concerned about the safety of the world, and now that the two clans are in a war, my Confucian disciples will naturally not stay out of the matter." At present, more than 400 Confucian students from academies from all over the country have taken the lead in rushing to Zhongshenzhou, and the students also plan to leave for Zhendemon City in three days. ”

When the old man heard this, he seemed to have expected the student's decision, so he nodded.

"Nowadays, many people who read books have actually forgotten why they are studying. said that the self-cultivation Qi family would rule the country and level the world, but in fact, he only pretended to be fame and fortune in his heart. My generation of scholars reads, not for themselves, not for fame, but for the people of the world. Over the years, I have wandered around and met too many scholars who disappointed me, and these people only thought about the Golden House and Yan Ruyu in their hearts, but they turned a blind eye to the wise words of the sages. It is better for you to go to the Demon Town in person, at least let these people take a look at what the Master's book is reading. ”

Meng Haoran silently boiled the tea and poured it into two ordinary tea cups.

Placing a cup of tea respectfully in front of Mr., the Confucian master said lightly: "Sir, don't be disappointed, after all, there are still many people in this world who have read the benevolence, righteousness, and etiquette in the book to their hearts. ”

Turning his head to look out the window, there were already many children and teenagers sitting on the ground in the square of the academy, reading aloud. This is the morning reading and morning class that every student and disciple of the academy must complete on time.

For a time, such as "Be cautious and chase the distance, the people's morality will be thick", "Faith is close to righteousness, words can be repeated", "Don't suffer from people who don't know themselves, and people who don't know when they suffer" and other kinds of Lang Lang books spread throughout the college.

Meng Fuzi wordlessly looked at the reader reading aloud with a book in his hand outside the window, and felt a peace in his heart.

No matter what kind of world we live in, our generation of scholars only needs to read.