The young man wore a green shirt and walked alone in a foreign land.

After the gentleman took him into the mirage building, he disappeared without a trace, and he didn't know where to go?

On the road to a foreign land, people come and go, and passers-by will throw a kind smile at him, as if he is very satisfied with the young man, and seems to want to be close.

Yang Xiaotian didn't understand what the reason was, it could only be attributed to the folk customs here, and the people here were very hospitable to outsiders.

I didn't expect to meet Mr. Ye in the cold sea, and I was surprised at first, but after seeing the appearance of Mr. and the Coral Saintess, I became replaced by joy, and Mr. was widowed, and finally lived the life of a fairy couple, which is the freedom of the sword fairy.

What Yang Xiaotian wanted was not such a life, and he couldn't help but think of Liu Feiyi, who was far away in Xihuang Mountain, and his heart couldn't help but be replaced by a warmth.

Although he desperately wanted to take a trip to Xihuang Mountain, it was just to sort out his thoughts, learn more about the details, and figure out some conspiracies and tricks that were still hazy for the time being? Of course, not only that, but the most important thing was to meet Liu Feiyi. Who knows what will happen in the future, maybe there is a big conspiracy waiting for you.

Who knows that after Mr. knew his thoughts, he still had to follow him into this mirage building, and he didn't explain anything to himself, just said that Shen Tuwu's was a trivial matter, and he couldn't turn over any wind and waves, and a bigger storm was about to start, and this mirage building could not be the beginning of everything.

Yang Xiaotian was also skeptical at first, and in his impression, the so-called mirage tower was just some illusion, it couldn't be true, just listening to Mr. 's tone, the mirage tower in front of him was a real city, and it was also the entrance to a certain place.

There are a lot of things to do now, but since the gentleman said that none of them are things, it must not be a big deal.

Yang Xiaotian's trust in Ye Zhiqiu comes from his bones and will remain unchanged for a long time.

"This little brother, are you from outside?"

An old man dressed as an old Confucian came over.

After Yang Xiaotian made a standard late birthday ceremony, he smiled and said, "Old man, dare to ask what kind of place this is?"

The old Confucian looked at him carefully a few times, and said suspiciously: "Since you can come in here, how can you not know what kind of place this is?"

"Don't hide it from the old man, I was brought in, and now I am also confused, please let the old gentleman know!"

The old Confucian seemed to think of something, and said with a smile: "It's okay, then let's talk while walking." ”

"Yes, old gentleman, please!"

The old man shook the feather fan in his right hand, attached his left hand behind him, and walked forward slowly.

"Who are you Ye Zhiqiu?"

Yang Xiaotian didn't expect him to know his master, and when he saw that he made it clear, he said, "It's my master." ”

The old man nodded and said, "No wonder you can come here." ”

"Anyway, no outsiders have come in here for many years!"

Yang Xiaotian heard what he said interestingly, so he asked with a smile: "Old man, isn't my master an outsider?"

The old man shook his head and said, "Of course not, Ye Zhiqiu didn't tell you that he was a registered disciple of the Great Elder?"

"No!" Yang Xiaotian said.

"I didn't expect Ye Zhiqiu to have a very tight mouth, and he didn't even tell his apprentice, which is very good. ”

Yang Xiaotian saw that he had been talking for a long time, and before he could get to the point, he reminded: "Old man, you haven't told me what kind of place this is?

The old man said, "If you want to know, come with me." Maybe Ye Zhiqiu's kid is also in the valley. ”

After speaking, he didn't care whether Yang Xiaotian agreed or not, and walked forward directly.

Yang Xiaotian still wanted to say something, but found that the old man's body was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was already dozens of zhang away, and his figure was about to disappear around the corner.

Not daring to delay, Yang Xiaotian hurriedly swept out and came to the old man's side.

The old man seemed to be deliberately trying his kung fu, his body was getting faster and faster, and in front of Yang Xiaotian, he turned into an afterimage, and his body was already a hundred feet away.

Yang Xiaotian felt a little funny, and his figure turned into an afterimage, following the old man closely, but he didn't know whether he wanted it or not, and fell behind two or three bodies behind the old man.

After a stick of incense, the two came to the entrance of a valley.

The cool breeze blows the peach petals, and the falling flowers are colorful.

Patches of peach forests stand quietly on both sides.

"It's here!"

The old man said stop when he said stop.

Yang Xiaotian was defenseless, rushed out of a large distance and turned back.

As far as I can see, out of the peach forest or the peach forest, where are there other figures.

Seeing the young man looking at himself suspiciously, the old man laughed and walked to the peach forest on the left, after waving his long sleeves a few times, the peach forest seemed to be alive, and the peach trees avoided both sides and gave way to a deep forest path.

Yang Xiaotian followed the old man in, and not long after, a solemn hall appeared in front of him.

There is a gold-lettered plaque hanging on the main hall, which reads "Temple of Literature".

Yang Xiaotian is also a scholar and knows what the "Temple of Literature" represents.

"Is this the Most Holy Temple of Literature? Why is it here?"

The doubts in Yang Xiaotian's heart were not only not explained, but also more and more.

The old man put away the feather fan in his hand and walked straight into the Temple of Literature.

Yang Xiaotian also followed in with a stomach full of questions.

In the main hall, there are rows of seats on each side.

Yang Xiaotian clicked, and there were nine seats on each side, making up the number of eighteen.

Out of the front seats, there are people sitting on the left and right, and the rest of the seats are empty.

Yang Xiaotian found Mr. Ye Zhiqiu and the Coral Saintess standing behind the first one on the left.

Ye Zhiqiu found that Yang Xiaotian who came in, but he just smiled this way, and didn't say anything more.

Further ahead of the two rows of seats is a white jade step, and on the rosewood seat above the steps, an old man in Xuanyi sits on it, closing his eyes and recuperating.

Yang Xiaotian retracted his gaze and looked at the people on the seats on both sides, the seven people were the same as the old man who brought him over, they were all dressed as old Confucian students, and they were all looking at Yang Xiaotian with blazing eyes at this time.

The nearest old man who was close to Ye Zhiqiu had white hair and hair, but he was full of energy, and he was looking at him with a kind smile.

Yang Xiaotian thought to himself: This should be the Great Elder, that is, the master of the gentleman, no wonder he looked at him with praise in his eyes.

"I've brought people, see for yourselves. ”

After the old man who brought Yang Xiaotian over finished saying this, he walked to the seventh seat on the left and sat down.

Yang Xiaotian listened to the meaning of the old man's words, it was clear that it was not a chance encounter, but an intention to lead him over, at this time, he was full of questions, everything was mysterious, and he turned to Ye Zhiqiu with an inquiring look.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled at him and signaled that he didn't have to worry.

Yang Xiaotian saw that no one spoke for a long time, and couldn't help asking: "Ladies and gentlemen, the juniors are polite." Do you dare to ask the old gentleman why he brought me here, or can you tell me what this place is?"

After asking these words, he secretly glanced at Ye Zhiqiu, and saw that he had no intention of blaming, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the old man in Xuanyi at the top spoke, "Don't be too serious, it makes the children a little nervous." ”

Yang Xiaotian secretly said in his heart: I am nervous, I just feel that everything is inexplicable, and I just want to know what is going on.

After the Great Elder laughed loudly, he turned his head to Ye Zhiqiu and said, "Zhiqiu, it's up to you to talk to your apprentice." ”

Ye Zhiqiu said yes before he said, "Xiaotian, when you came in just now, you should have seen the words on the hall, right?"

"Temple of Literature?"

"That's right!"

Yang Xiaotian asked: "Sir, the Temple of Literature here is different from the Temple of Literature of the scholars in the world in Jiuzhou?"

"Of course it's different!"

"Huh?"

"Xiaotian, do you know who the ancestor of the human race is?"

Yang Xiaotian thought for a while and replied: "The sage Cangjie made words, the sky rains, and the ghost cries at night, and he is called Wenzu by later generations." ”

Ye Zhiqiu said: "That's right, on the day when Wenzu succeeded in creating words, the heavens and the earth changed suddenly, the gods were terrified, and the ghosts cried at night. ”

Yang Xiaotian asked, "Sir, didn't the prosperity of the human race begin with the change of innocent people? Could it be that the rumors are wrong?"

Ye Zhiqiu said with a smile: "From ancient times to the present, personnel changes, vicissitudes of the sea, mountains and fields, how much history has been submerged in the history books. In other words, a naïve person has realized the Tao from a book, and he has traveled across nine continents, but have you ever thought about it, where did the book he read come from? Could it have appeared out of thin air?"

Yang Xiaotian had a flash of inspiration in his mind, so it was.

"In that legend, from the text, you can understand the mystery of the text, changing the sky and the earth, changing the stars, overwhelming the mountains and seas, calling for wind and rain, these are all true?"

As long as you can control these words and comprehend the Tao, then you will be able to speak the Fa, shout loudly, move mountains and seas, and move the stars. It's just that in later generations, few people can master the power of words and drive the laws of heaven and earth, and changing the innocent people is just one of the outliers, at that time, the human race was in dire straits, and someone had to come forward, and the innocent people just waited for this luck, continuing the future of the human race. ”

"I see!" Yang Xiaotian nodded, "It's just that sir, you said so much, and you haven't told me what kind of place this is, what are you bringing me here for?"

Ye Zhiqiu said: "This is the hometown of Wenzu, and it is also the birthplace of the prosperity of the human race. ”

I didn't expect it to be like this.

Yang Xiaotian looked at those old men again, and there was more respect in his eyes, these should be the descendants of Wenzu.

Wen Zu's merits to the human race are immeasurable, and his descendants deserve respect.

"Master, why did you bring me to the hometown of the Wenzu Sage?" asked Yang Xiaotian.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't go back directly, but looked at the old man in Xuanyi above.

After nodding to Ye Zhiqiu, the old man in Xuanyi said, "I asked Zhiqiu to bring you over." Just because Zhiqiu said that you have a high level of understanding, the best understanding among the young people he has ever seen, and it just happens that there is a trouble here, so I will ask him to bring you in to see if you are as talented as he said. ”