There should always be a reason for killing people in the world, maybe it is a grudge over the years, or maybe it is to provoke someone who shouldn't be provoked, but according to the current situation, the Confucian school doesn't care about any reason, but simply wants to kill Xu Baichuan.

This doesn't make much sense, just like the attack not long ago, which came inexplicably.

Therefore, Xu Baichuan wanted to know the thoughts of the Confucian Academy, he had been attacked and killed by many people along the way, but after all, these reasonable scholars accounted for the majority, could it be that compared with the other two religions, Confucianism hated him more?

Why is it because he is a sword cultivator? This is very wrong, then why is it that only Confucianism is so attentive, and how many people keep coming, while the other two religions have not appeared at all in these days.

It's extraordinary.

Everything should have a cause.

It's just that he wouldn't think of the reason for all this, largely because of the autumn wind in his hands.

Maybe he'll know later, but now he really doesn't understand.

Cheng Yuqing was speechless, and didn't know how to answer, this scholar saw the whole thing in his eyes, and felt that it was very unacceptable, just like that Qian Feng, who didn't know Xu Baichuan at all, there was no grudge between the two sides at all, this was Qian Feng's first time in the Confucian Academy, but despite this, he still wanted to kill Xu Baichuan.

But in fact, he understands a little bit of the inside story, not long ago when he was on the phone with Mr. through the seal, he learned one thing, that Chen Sheng, who had not long been a saint, had left the Confucian Academy a few days ago, and when he came back, he mentioned Xu Baichuan in passing.

The words of a saint, even if they are just casual words, are like holy decrees in the ears of some gentlemen, and perhaps this is why this is what makes this situation possible.

There are not many magic tools for the disciples of the Confucian Academy to communicate with each other, and as long as they do not leave the Great Zhou world, they can learn most of the news.

Scholars don't go out, but they know the world, that's it.

Cheng Yuqing said softly: "Because you are a sword cultivator." ”

The words are very straightforward, the reason why this is the case is completely because you are a sword cultivator will be attacked and killed so much, if you are just an ordinary monk, Shan Zeye Xiu, you will not suffer so much trouble, the monks of the three sects have always been above the top, and they disdain to argue with the rest of the Shan Zeye Cultivators, but they are only cautious and cautious about sword cultivation, as a thorn in the flesh in the eye, and they can't wait to think of a way to exterminate all these sword-wielding people.

The Three Sects have always done this, and after the sword cultivation began to wither and decay, they have been fueling the flames in the back, not only letting the sword cultivation enter the rivers and lakes to become a swordsman, in order to break the inheritance, but also hanging a high reward among the monks, and the means can not be described as vicious.

Originally, this method was very clever, and he wanted to completely exterminate the sword cultivation, but those monks of the Three Sects who were above the top never thought that the sword cultivation would actually survive tenaciously like spring grass burned by wildfire, and it also had a tendency to spread.

So the monks of the three sects did not stop doing anything, and invited the saint who looked down on the clouds out, intending to borrow the power of the saint to exterminate the sword cultivation, but forced all the sword cultivation into the time when Qingyuan was about to make a move, but he did not expect that a Lin Shugui came out of nowhere, relying on the human world in his hands, and forcibly killed the saint of the three sects, which can be regarded as preserving the Sword Sect and the last vitality of the sword cultivation lineage.

Having said that, how dare the three sects give up, in the final analysis, there are still more monks of the three sects in this heaven and earth, as long as there is a sword cultivator in the heaven and earth, then there will definitely be three sect monks who will follow.

In fact, in the final analysis, the realm is still not enough, if the sword cultivation in the world is as strong as Lin Shugui, between talking and laughing, you can slaughter the head of the saint, if it really comes to that point, then no matter what conspiracies and tricks appear in the three sects, it will be useless.

In the eyes of the sword immortal, the affairs of heaven and earth are not uneven with a sword, if there is, then there will be a few more swords.

Sitting on the chair, Xu Baichuan held down the autumn wind tightly, and for some reason suddenly remembered the old Taoist priest in Yizhuang, if that person encountered this situation, the result would be very different.

After all, that one relied on a body of Taoism, forced through a lot of Confucian territory, felt puzzled, and finally hit the Confucian Academy, which frightened those sanctimonious people a lot, and finally if there was no saint to appear, I am afraid that the generation of the Confucian Academy would have withered, and the cause of all this was that a scholar scolded the old Taoist priest.

Xu Baichuan is very yearning, the old Taoist priest can do that, if he reaches that realm, can he also go to the Confucian Academy?

It's just that according to the current state of cultivation, I'm afraid it will take hundreds of years to do it.

Xu Baichuan raised his head calmly and said softly: "Although the world is big, I only have one sword." ”

This is a declarative sentence, which is very inexplicable, and the front foot is still talking about why the Confucian Academy wants to kill him, and now he is saying this kind of words, and the span is actually a bit large.

Cheng Yuqing tugged at the corners of her mouth, "I know, I know, I know that you have a sword in your hand, and you can go to the whole world, I have heard this sentence a hundred and eighty times, and my ears are calloused, you are not annoyed, I am annoyed." ”

Xu Baichuan smiled and said an irrelevant word.

"Cheng Yuqing, I know a lot of readers, but most of them died under the sword, and only a few of them find it really interesting. ”

"Then am I really interesting, or am I not interesting?" Cheng Yuqing also smiled on his face.

Xu Baichuan said seriously: "You are a friend, I admit it." ”

It sounds a little irrelevant, but in fact, it is very involved, in this sword cultivation heart, only friends are interesting, and the rest do not need to be said.

Cheng Yuqing laughed and quipped: "Xu Baichuan, I don't want to recognize you as a friend!"

Xu Baichuan was noncommittal.

Cheng Yuqing couldn't stop smiling, but she felt that it was too boring to stand like this, so she went to the back room and moved a stool and table over, and then waved her sleeves slightly, revealing a lot of food.

There is wine and meat, meat and vegetarian, exuding a wonderful aroma, very tempting, touching with your hands, and a slight heat comes from it, in this deep cold winter day, it is very unusual.

The two chatted while eating, and talked a lot about each other, Cheng Yuqing can be regarded as a genius in the Confucian Academy, and his husband is the only student like him, so he naturally teaches each other, don't look at his age, but in terms of learning alone, he is even much higher than the average gentleman.

And Xu Baichuan is also quite different, he has read books in the Tibetan Sword Building for three years, and there is a landlord on the side to solve his doubts, he has a wide range of knowledge, astronomy and geography are all-encompassing, and he is no worse than Cheng Yuqing.

Therefore, the atmosphere between the two is very lively.

There was a lot of talk about the topic, but somehow, he suddenly talked about the Great Zhou Tianzi.

Cheng Yuqing sighed with emotion: "If the emperor has a ranking among the world, then the Son of Heaven of the Great Zhou Dynasty is the first, there is no dispute about this matter, the territory and population alone are the sum of the rest of the countries, and the title of the Son of Heaven is worthy of the name." ”

Xu Baichuan said softly: "That Son of Heaven is actually not inferior to a saint in terms of personality alone, but it's a pity. ”

Cheng Yuqing nodded and agreed, the Great Zhou world has its own world, and the Great Zhou world, as the lord of this world, as long as it is within the Great Zhou world, it is equivalent to a saint, with its own heaven and earth protection, and it is just idle to turn evil into auspicious encounters, and there are even rumors that the Great Zhou Tianzi has a heavenly constitution in his mouth, and he does not rely on breath spells, he only needs to say casually, he can call the wind and rain, and the power of the Son of Heaven can be seen.

And it's a pity that as the son of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he enjoys the luck of a realm, and his words are supernatural powers, so he can't even step into cultivation, and can only watch himself die of old age, how ridiculous and desolate.

As an emperor, you can't practice, this is a rule set by the saints, it has existed for a long time, and it has been implemented until the present day, and the reason is why, perhaps only the heavenly saints know.

Xu Baichuan suddenly spoke: "The rules set by the heavenly saints seem to you to be followed, but in the eyes of us, they are bullshit, and there will be no restraints. ”

After speaking, the sword cultivator stopped talking and began to drink the wine on the table instead.

And these words have been echoing in Cheng Yuqing's mind, Cheng Yuqing is very smart, in combination with the previous situation, an idea was born in his mind, and when this idea was born, he couldn't help but be startled.

Cheng Yuqing swallowed a mouthful of saliva, barely calmed down, organized some words in his heart, and wanted to say it, but quickly closed his mouth again and did not confide half a word.

It's really that what he thinks is too shocking, if it gets out and is known by outsiders, then his life will definitely not be saved.

Some things can only be thought about in the heart, if you just reveal half a word, the death will definitely be extremely miserable, don't look at Confucianism to be reasonable, but when it comes to unreasonableness, it is more ruthless than anyone else.

Not to mention that Confucianism is the one who established itself in the Great Zhou world, but there is no mistake.

Cheng Yuqing looked at Xu Baichuan's expression a little helplessly, if he hadn't said before, I'm afraid he wouldn't have had so many thoughts, and the feeling of having something to say and holding it in his heart is really not very good.

So he said another sentence, which was somewhat related, but it wasn't really relevant, it was just an idea that suddenly came to his mind.

"Do you think anyone else would think like that?"

Xu Baichuan said naturally: "Whether the monks of the three sects will have this kind of thought, I don't know, and they don't dare to have it, but there are actually a lot of possibilities in sword cultivation, I can give birth to this kind of thought, there is no reason why the rest of the people can't think of it, even if the rules of the saints of the three sects are terrible, and the premise of all this is based on the authority of the saints, and it just so happens that there is a person who is not afraid of those saints, and he doesn't care about most of the rules in the world." ”

Who was that person? I didn't say, but both of them knew.

After being silent for a long time, Cheng Yuqing broke the silence with a smile, "It's thousands of miles away, even if it happens, it has nothing to do with us, why do you want to do this kind of thing?"

Xu Baichuan smiled and no longer talked about it, but called Feng Cheng, who was practicing swords on the side, sorted out his thoughts and began to give advice.

Although the two of them were talking just now, in fact, most of Xu Baichuan's attention was on Feng Cheng, the sword cultivation situation was difficult, most of the genius disciples were recruited by the three sects, it was rare to meet one, so they had to be more attentive, after all, as long as Feng Cheng did not die young, there would always be some good achievements in the future.

I just hope I don't die.

——

In the Confucian Academy, there is a temple with many lights burning, and one of the lights goes out unexpectedly, which makes people sigh in amazement.

It was an old pedant, dressed in coarse cloth and white, with a gray beard and hair neatly and meticulously, and the old pedant was reading a book.

It is not a Confucian classic, nor is it the words of a sage, but a secular book, about talented and beautiful women, the book is very old, it is covered with folds, and it seems to have been turned many times.

The old pedant looked at the extinguished lamp and sighed slightly, as if he was sorry.

The place where he is located is called the Righteous Qi Hall, and he is the hall master here, and his duty is to watch the lights.

Each of the disciples of the Confucian Academy will have a righteous heart lamp, which carries a little spirituality, which is connected to his own life, and the lamp goes out when he dies.

The old scholar has been in the righteous hall for hundreds of years, and most of his time has been wasted in it, even if he is used to seeing it, but he still feels a little regretful, these disciples are in the prime of their youth, and after their older generation dies, they are the mainstay of Confucianism, and the future of Confucianism will be handed over to them.

Stepping forward, taking down the lamp, looking at the name engraved on the lamp, the old pedant said softly: "Qian Feng, his husband is Sun Qing, right?"

The old pedant pointed out, and the lights came back on, but this time it had a different meaning than before.

After half the incense, someone knocked on the door and walked into the Zhengqi Hall.

He was a middle-aged scribe with a thin face.

This middle-aged scribe is Sun Qing.