The sound of books and the incense of sandalwood surround the quaint academy.

Beyond the quiet Junzi Pavilion and through a long corridor, you can see a large locust tree that is hundreds of years old and needs to be surrounded by five people.

Under the tree, an old man was playing chess.

There is only one person playing chess.

That is what ordinary people call beating themselves.

The old man has gray hair and looks old.

But he looks in good spirits, his face is ruddy, and his body still exudes a serene scent of books, and he should have at least twenty years to live.

His name is Ning Lang, the master of the Junzi Pavilion, the supreme great master!

This quaint academy is the Junzi Pavilion, one of the seven sects of the Zhao Kingdom.

If ordinary people want to worship the Junzi Pavilion, they must first go through a three-year enlightenment period, read hundreds of scriptures, and then learn the six arts of the Junzi and practice the foundation of Confucianism, which is another ten years.

Ten years later, after passing the examination of Mr. College, he was able to worship the Junzi Pavilion as an apprentice.

Such a selection of the best, the people who worship the Gentleman's Pavilion are all people who are both civil and military, and in terms of learning, they are definitely not a few points worse than those who lift people.

However, according to the patriarch's testament, these people cannot enter the court as officials, but because of this, they have a little less stereotypical sour smell.

Their works are also highly sought after by the people.

As for how many people are chasing the brand of Junzi Pavilion, it is unknown.

In this way, Junzi Pavilion has become a holy place for many scholarly families.

Because Junzi Pavilion came and went freely before it was officially apprenticed, many people also regarded it as a place to study.

Of course, you have to pay.

If the food and clothing should be provided by the Junzi Pavilion, then even if the apprenticeship is not successful, after the ten-year learning period, he will have to work for the Junzi Pavilion for ten to several decades until the kindness is repaid.

It can be said that you love me, and Tong Su is not bullied.

But even so, those students who came out of the Junzi Pavilion and entered the imperial court system will still consciously gather together and become a small and small group in the court of Zhao State on the grounds of classmates.

Therefore, although Junzi Pavilion is one of the seven sects that single-handedly caused the death of Shenwu, their relationship with the imperial court has always been very ambiguous.

Ning Lang holds white in one hand and black in the other, fighting left and right.

I don't know how long it took, a trace of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and it was obvious that he was at a critical moment.

Finally, the white piece landed on the chessboard, and the black child won.

Ning Lang shook his head and said with a wry smile:

"After so many years, the left hand is still slightly better, and it seems that the left hand is still a little more comfortable to use. ”

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Su Wenzheng, who had been waiting for a long time, and asked:

"Wenzheng, after so many years, you are still so particular, do you have to wait for me to finish this game of chess?"

Su Wenzheng smiled slightly: "The teacher plays chess, and the students dare not disturb." ”

"Okay, don't be polite to me, don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, you are looking for me, what is the matter?"

The master waved his hand and slowly twisted the chess pieces one by one into the chess box.

His movements are slow, but when you look closely, they are full of beauty.

It's as if his every move is in line with the rules of heaven and earth, and it feels like it should be like this, but if he moves a little, it becomes discordant.

Su Wenzheng had already typed the draft and said, "The student came to ask the teacher for help. ”

"Oh?" the master laughed, "and what stumped you Su Wenzheng, was he beaten?"

Su Wenzheng nodded awkwardly and said, "Almost." ”

"It's a long story, the student has a disciple named Zeng Yu, and he is ......"

“...... By the time the student arrived, he had already died, and there were countless corpses that had fallen to the ground, including the Tianjian guards. ”

“...... The devil is cunning, and the students are afraid of falling into his trap, so they want to ask the teacher to help give the order and invite a few masters to go with him.

You also know that students are usually not sociable, and there are no great masters to find among their friends, so you can only be cheeky to ask for a teacher at this moment. ”

The master sighed: "The birth of the divine soldier, the warning of the sky, the troubled times are coming, and seeing the miserable creatures, it is sad and lamentable. ”

"It's just Wen Zheng, you don't have to worry about this matter, someone has already gone to find trouble with the six prison demons, and the source is very big. ”

"Who?"

Su Wenzheng frowned, he wanted to find trouble with the Six Prison Demon Marquis, not to covet the divine soldiers, well, it would naturally be better if he could recapture the divine soldiers.

He wanted more of a personal vendetta.

Although there is a good chance that his disciples were not killed by the Six Prison Demon Marquis, it must be politically correct to seek revenge on him.

Whoever makes him a man in the devil's way, who doesn't beat him.

And this is also his confession to her, his own grandson died, and he had to be responsible.

The Master shook his head and said:

"Wenzheng, I told you a long time ago, although we read the books of sages, we are the sect of the rivers and lakes, and we can't ignore what is going on outside the window.

Recently, such a big thing has happened in the rivers and lakes, you have never heard of it at all, and it is better for me, an old man who does not leave the academy. ”

Su Wenzheng smiled bitterly: "This ...... If the student is wrong, please ask the teacher for advice. ”

"You just told me about the Heavenly Guard, don't you know that the master of the Heavenly Guardian is Jiang Ping, the Guardian of the Righteous Path Alliance?

It is even rumored that even the divine weapons in the hands of the Six Prison Demon Marquis were taken from him.

How can this person not report this great humiliation?"

The master looked terrible and said:

"The Six Prison Demons have provoked someone who shouldn't be messed with. ”

Su Wenzheng still looked puzzled and said:

"I've heard of Jiang Ping, and I've heard that this person is a martial arts genius, who has gone through the journey of countless martial artists at a young age, and broke through to the great martial arts master in the double ten years.

His father-in-law is Tie Ao, the director of the Divine Capture Division, and his relationship with the Wuyue Sword Sect is even closer.

Later, he was recommended by Master Sekong, and with the approval of Master Huaikong, he served as the supervisor of the Righteous Path Alliance.

But what does this have to do with the Six Hell Demons?

As a person in the Demon Dao, he is already incompatible with those of our righteous path, even if he is offended, he will be offended, what else is there not to provoke?"

Even if he was just looking for one or two great martial arts masters, they would go to the mountain gate of the evil prison sect to ask for advice, and teach the six hell demon marquis a good lesson.

As for taking out the Six Hell Demons?

If the Grand Master was so easy to kill, they would be worthless.

Especially since everyone's martial arts realm is about the same, if you can defeat him, you can blow for more than ten years.

Not everyone is like Qiye, killing a great grandmaster with a sword at every turn, and not every sword is called drawing a sword and slashing the sky.

But the master sneered, and said with some disappointment:

"Wen Zheng, do you think that this is all the background of that Jiang Ping, his identity is much deeper than you think.

Otherwise, in the past half a year, his Tianzhuwei has made waves in the alliance and arrested him on a large scale, and no one has come out to treat him.

It's not that I can't, but I don't dare.

As long as he does not violate the principles of the Righteous Path Alliance, he is more secure as an overseer than anyone else.

This time, do you know how many great masters responded to his order, and how many martial arts masters followed.

The Demon Marquis of the Six Prisons wants to live, unless he is willing to sacrifice the divine weapons in his hand and seek the protection of the master of the Demon Gate, otherwise he will be in a catastrophe this time, and the immortals will not be able to save him. ”

Su Wenzheng was shocked for a while.

When did the Grand Master become so worthless?

......

"Your Excellency wants to save me!"

In the mountain gate of the Evil Prison Sect, which is quite far away from the Junzi Pavilion, the Demon Marquis of the Six Prisons is holding the Divine Soldier Shocking Shield and wants to cry without tears.

How could he have thought that a young man who let go because he didn't care about it would be so big.

After he heard the news, his brain was buzzing.

How could he, Xu someone, be able to let a great grandmaster with nearly two digits be dispatched, just to destroy his little evil prison sect?