There was a rain of blood between heaven and earth, enveloping half of the human world, which surprised many monks, and the blood rain of heaven and earth had not appeared for a long time, so this blood rain caused some riots among the monks.

Soon after, a message began to spread around the world.

Sword Immortal Lin Shugui fought with the saints of the three sects and Qingyuan above the clouds, with one enemy and four, drove the world's long sword into a long dragon, broke the law of the Ming king, cut a saint and a demon, and went away in style.

As soon as this news came out, it caused an uproar and attracted the attention of countless monks.

That's the sage big demon, standing in the top of the world in the four directions, each of them is holding the world, mastering the stars and sunsets, and taking it out alone is enough to start a sect, but such a big person, it is actually no better than a sword immortal, which is very incredible, for a while people have different thoughts, the monks of the three sects who originally looked down on sword cultivation have also changed their views on sword cultivation, and there are even many who think about whether they can change their path to practice swords, not seeking to achieve Lin Shugui's appearance of swallowing mountains and rivers, but seeking the first place in the same realm of killing power.

As for why you think so?

After all, Lin Shugui came from the mouth of the Huiyin Sage, and the Huiyin Sage was a monk and never spoke, so this news was very true.

This piece of the world is always respected by strength.

Lin Shu returned to his sword and killed a saint and a great demon, making things in this world weird.

There is a fixed number of saints, five each in Confucianism and Taoism, and three in Buddhism.

As for the big demon, you have to look at the meaning of the demon domain.

Now that Confucianism has died of a saint, one of those five positions is vacant, and one person needs to fill it.

Therefore, for the position of saints, many old things that were not born in Confucianism have begun to be active, lectures and lectures, preaching and preaching, as well as showing their own knowledge, and the methods are countless, and so on, naturally just for one thing, they have stood on the threshold, and have not had the opportunity to step into it in the past, and now they finally have a position, naturally they want to fight, although the probability is not very large, but if it happens, it is a saint who can sit in the clouds, look down on the world, and practice for hundreds of years, isn't it just for this moment, so these old gentlemen, who have always called themselves gentlemen, told the words of the saints, began to curse each other, the means of each began to show.

After all, they are all old foxes who have lived for hundreds or even thousands of years, and no one is worse than the other.

So during this period of time, the Confucian school located in the world of the Great Zhou Dynasty was particularly noisy and rioty, and the usually rare old gentlemen appeared one after another, while reasoning with the students, they were distracted to smash the field, but let the Confucian students have a good look.

It wasn't until the position of the saints was determined by the remaining saints that they stopped.

Although they still have dissatisfaction, there is no way, after all, it is the saint who has set the seat, they can't resist, they can't resist, at most they just scold in their hearts, and they are angry, it's better to go back and stay up, in case that sword immortal kills another saint, maybe they have another chance to come.

These old things suddenly felt that it was extremely beneficial for the sword cultivator to be a sword immortal, at least the saint who was supposed to die quietly and old could be killed and vacated his place.

The person who set the position of the saint soon spread in the Confucian school.

It is an old gentleman who has practiced for more than 1,500 years, with gray hair and a coarse cloth robe, like an old pine that has been beaten by wind and rain for a long time, and is very tough.

The old gentleman's surname is Chen, and he is called Chen Wen.

Mr. Chen Wen has a very good background, his uncle is a saint on the clouds, and he was once the master of the Confucian Mansion, and after the retreat, he handed over the position to the apprentice, so it is passed down from generation to generation, it can be said unceremoniously that since him, every Confucian master is his descendant, let him enter the clouds and become a saint, in the eyes of those saints, is the best.

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Chen Wen stood in front of a private house, with a loving face, looking at the girl who was holding a book and looking through it for a long time.

It was only when the girl finished reading the book and raised her head to find him that she spoke softly.

"Your husband's name is Wu Shou, isn't it?"

The girl glanced at Chen Wen, nodded, and said nothing.

She didn't know what the old gentleman had come to him for and why he had asked for his name, but according to him, it should be right to be careful.

The girl was very wary.

Chen Wen said softly: "Your husband has done a very big thing, if it is done, he can come back, but he didn't do it, and he can't come back now." ”

The girl was stunned for a long time, very lost, her eyes were red, but she held back her tears.

Mr. said that girls can't get married when they cry, she remembers.

The girl was depressed and asked softly, "What is the old gentleman coming to me for?"

Chen Wen smiled and replied, "Don't ask how Wu Shou died?"

The girl was silent for a moment, then shook her head at last, and said nothing.

Looking at this stubborn girl, Chen Wen sighed lightly, thought for a while, and said softly: "How about you follow me to study in the future?"

The girl glanced up at him, and quickly shook her head.

That's rejection.

In the girl's heart, there is only one husband in her husband, and no matter how good the rest is, she will not follow.

Chen Wen was not disappointed, his expression was still the same, the girl was unwilling if he was unwilling, he would not force it, even if he was about to become a saint, before him, the girl's husband Wu Shou was also a saint.

It is very common for a girl to develop such a heart.

Chen Wen walked a few steps, took out a green jade brush out of thin air, and did not look greedy, but naturally handed it to the girl.

The girl recognized this brush, it belonged to the husband, she often watched the husband play with the brush, she was very familiar with it, and now she wanted to keep it, so she did not refuse.

After accepting the brush, the girl whispered a word of thanks, listening to Chen Wen's ears, making him smile a lot, he said in a very serious tone: "Your husband and I are good friends, and I have now inherited his favor, you can hold this brush, it can be regarded as inheriting his path, therefore, if you have something in the future, you can go to the Confucian School to find me, as long as you hold this brand, the Confucian School can let you walk through." ”

When the words fell, the old gentleman who was in charge of the sect before handed out a sign with only one big character written on it, "Confucianism!" If ordinary Confucian disciples saw it, they would definitely be shocked, just this small token, but it was the power of Confucianism to hold the teaching, and it could command the disciples of Confucianism to hand it over so easily?

The girl did not go to get the token this time, but politely excused herself, saying that it was already a great favor for Mr. to send back the brush, so how could she ask Mr. for something so easily.

Chen Wen listened to this sentence in his ears, and his face couldn't help but show admiration, he really wanted this girl to study with him at this time, not to mention what his qualifications were, just with this kind of heart, it was enough to get out of Xu Yuan, maybe he would become a saint in the future, and there was a great chance, after all, there was a holy weapon in his hand, and it was a ready-made saint avenue.

The token girl didn't want it, he wouldn't force it, and after taking it back, he didn't stay here anymore, turned around and left, and walked towards the mountain where the Confucian Academy was located, and soon disappeared in front of the girl's eyes.

The girl held a brush in her hand, full of melancholy.

After returning to the Confucian Academy, Chen Wen first went to the Qinxue Palace, found the apprentice who was in charge, and asked him to pay attention to the girl at the foot of the mountain, if the opportunity allowed, he could be accepted as an apprentice.

The master was very puzzled, but he didn't ask much, the patriarch was about to become a saint, and every move was mysterious, so there was no need to guess, just do it.

After giving the order, the old gentleman left the Qinxue Palace, turned to find a path, and walked up to the highest peak of the Confucian Academy, the Xuexue Mountain.

There is a large temple on the hill.

Chen Wen stood at the door and looked at the three characters of Confucian Temple on the temple door, and couldn't help but feel agitated, he had practiced hard for more than a thousand years, what was he asking for? He had already talked about the truth, he had received the students, and he had even written a few books, let alone fighting with others, and now it seemed that he had not done anything to become a saint, and now it seemed that he also wanted to be a saint.

The door of the temple was wide open, so he easily went in, and as soon as he entered, he saw the four wooden statues on the platform, and instead of saluting as usual, he went to the remaining vacant places, smiled, and then took out a wooden statue of himself and placed it parallel to the previous four.

Here are five wooden statues, which are naturally five saints.

Chen Wen walked out of the temple gate, looked at the sky outside that was already full of thunder and lightning, chuckled, and then stepped into the sky step by step, standing in the dark clouds, letting the thunder and lightning hit him, but he still didn't move.

Thunder roared among the dark clouds.

Chen Wen faced the thunder and lightning in the sky.

This is to be sanctified.

The situation he had created was quickly overshadowed, after all, it was hard not to notice the dark clouds and thunder.

The Confucian students all stopped what they were doing, looked up at the sky, and looked at Chen Wen in the clouds, but they didn't speak, after all, it was a saint who sanctified it, which was very beneficial to them.

It's just that they don't say anything, but there will be someone else who will break the silence.

In the distance, the sky was full of clear light, and a saint in a Taoist robe suddenly arrived, stopped in the clouds, and looked at Chen Wen who was alone in the thunder and lightning, looking very thoughtful.

And after him, another golden light was released, and a Buddhist saint came here one after another, also stopping in the clouds.

The two saints were separated by a distance, but they just glanced at each other, and they were silent.

The saints of Taoism and Buddhism have appeared, so how can the Confucian Academy, as the ancestral land of Confucianism, not have saints appear?

So soon, two rays of light flashed in the sky again, revealing two scholars, and after these two people appeared, the Confucian disciples under the clouds all bowed down and bowed, calling Chang Sheng, Su Sheng.

The person who came was Su Mu and another saint called Chang Anyang.

Su Mu looked at the other two saints who had nothing to do and went to the Three Treasures Hall, and said indifferently: "Jiang Sheng, Zhitong Saint, why did the two of you come to my Confucian Academy?"

Jiang Chuan glanced at him and said calmly: "The three sects are originally a family, Confucianism is sanctified, we naturally want to come to watch the ceremony, is it possible that Su Sheng does not welcome us?"

Zhitong Monk nodded, and said with a smile: "The birth of the saint is a great joy in the world, and I naturally want to come and see it." ”

Su Mu looked at it indifferently, the three sects seemed to be one family on the surface, but in fact, they had already parted ways, their relationship was not very good, and it was a long thing to belittle each other, and he didn't believe in what these two saints said.

But this is a Confucian academy after all, and these two will not do anything too much, so Su Mu nodded and replied, "I'll go to you next time." ”

Listening to the words in his ears, Jiang Chuan's face was not very good-looking, as a saint, he was naturally the smartest person in the world, how could he not guess the meaning of Su Mu's words, it was nothing more than saying that sooner or later the two sects of them would die a saint, worthy of being a scholar, and he spoke so viciously.

Zhitong Monk said with a smile: "The life of a saint is extremely long, how can it be so easy to die, Su Sheng said with a smile." ”

Su Mu was silent, and glanced at Zhitong Monk lightly.

Chang Anyang opened his mouth at this time and said: "In the past, he could only die of old age, but now he is not sure, there is still that sword immortal in this world, with his ability, it should not be too difficult to send a few saints down, maybe I can really go over and take a look at it when the time comes." ”

As soon as the word Sword Immortal came out, there was silence in the clouds, and all the saints were silent.

If it was placed in the past, they might still say that the sword immortal was not very good, but not long ago, that sword immortal really killed a saint and a big demon, and the remaining two did not dare to fight back, this kind of killing power is really terrifying, and there is absolutely no problem in sending a few saints down.

Jiang Chuan suddenly spoke: "His sword was not so fierce before. ”

That he was naturally talking about Lin Shugui, and before, it was when Lin Shugui drew his sword into a sword for the first time, and it would not be more than fifty years since now, but after this short fifty years, the killing power of that sword immortal was so terrifying, why did it progress so fast, this was a deep question in the hearts of the saints of the three sects.

Su Mu said calmly: "Before it was, now it is now, maybe in a few years, his sword will be stronger, maybe this thing of a sword immortal, dare to call himself an immortal, how can it be a good thing." ”

Jiang Chuan was silent.

While a few people were talking, a long time had passed, and the dark clouds, thunder and lightning in the sky had gradually dispersed, and it was obvious that Chen Wen was about to get through this catastrophe.

Jiang Chuan and Monk Zhitong did not move, it seemed that they really came to see the ceremony, but what they thought in their hearts, these two thoughts were very incomprehensible.

A moment later, the dark clouds, thunder and lightning dispersed, and a golden light appeared in the heavens and the earth, surging towards Chen Wen's body.

So the scholar crossed the threshold and became a saint.

And after he became a saint, the Confucian disciples who were watching below bowed their heads and saluted, and said loudly: "Confucian disciples congratulate Chen Sheng!"

Chen Wen nodded to the bottom of the clouds, and after he was done, he turned his head to look at the other four saints standing on the clouds, and said with a smile: "Thank you for protecting the Dao, Chen Wen is here to thank you." ”

Jiang Chuan didn't say anything, just nodded, and then disappeared.

Seeing Jiang Chuan leaving, Zhitong monk soon left.

Above this cloud, there are only three Confucian saints left.

Su Mu said calmly: "In the future, you will handle the affairs of Confucianism." ”

Chen Wen smiled and said, "That's natural, Su Shengda can rest assured." ”

After Su Mu got a response, he didn't ask anymore, and left quickly, with Chang Anyang following behind him.

Chen Wen fell from the clouds, walked to the front of the Confucian Temple, looked at his wooden statue, was very happy, and couldn't help muttering softly: "It turns out that there will be such a mystery when you cross the threshold, no wonder so many people are thinking about it." ”

"Chen Shengna, I really never get tired of hearing it. ”