Seven or eight stars away, the bright moon sprinkled a silver glow through the branches.

In the backyard of the school with "Learn and Go High", Kong Xin'an and the man with the sword on his back were silent.

It's also very interesting to say, back then, a handsome young man who was born with a clear sword heart and a white-clothed scholar who was just born to be famous in Chongyang Kingdom, looking back, they have become a rough man with a stubble and a white-haired old man with a more eruphemic body.

In this small courtyard, the wanderer sees the old man, and the junior brother sees the senior brother.

The man was brewing a belly, but he couldn't even collapse a fart.

He suddenly felt a little bad, grabbed a wine jar from the air like a trick, first rinsed his mouth and spit out some mud, and poured it up, drinking his face full of wine, and flowing all over his body.

Kong Xin'an was too lazy to say some gossip, and spoke directly, "If you have something to say, get out of here!"

When the tall man with stubble on his face heard this, he directly smashed the wine jar, his voice was loud, and he opened his mouth to scold, "Kong Xin'an, do you think Lao Tzu is wading through mountains and rivers just to find you to drink?"

"Sir... The gentleman is gone. ”

The more the man spoke, the quieter his voice became, and in the end it was as thin as a mosquito and a fly.

The rickety old man, who had already turned around and walked to the door, paused, turned his head and pointed to the sky, and said with a smile: "Mr. has ascended to the immortal realm?"

The man's face suddenly changed from full of wine to full of tears.

A well-known Confucian sword cultivator in the Eight Realms outside actually cried like a child and became a tearful person.

The rickety old man stepped in front of the man in one step, and directly lifted him up with one hand, his voice was like announcing the decree of the law, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't spare the bend, say it directly!"

The tall man brushed the old man's wrist away with one hand, his eyes were blank, and tears rained down, "It's gone, it's gone." ”

The rickety old man actually kicked the man a few meters away, crashing through the wall of the small courtyard, and at the same time said angrily: "If you dare to cheat again, don't blame me for ignoring the feelings of my brother and beating you to death!"

Kong Xin'an sat at the table leisurely, looked up into the distance, and muttered: "No, how can it be gone, an assistant to three generations of kings, and even had the opportunity to fly directly to the immortal realm back then, but because of the border war, he imprisoned himself, and the sages of the Ten Realms who wrote countless Confucian models are gone... What kind of big joke are you playing on me, although my generation of Confucian students is not like those old kings in Tsing Yi who have lived for thousands of years, but Mr. is talented in the first life, at least five hundred years is more than enough, and now he is only more than three hundred years old, how can it be gone.

Thinking of this, the old man was even more angry from his heart, pointing at the man and scolding, "Today, Chongyang Kingdom is qualified to judge Mr. less than a hand, what kind of thing are you!"

The man who fell on the wall was speechless, rubbed his eyes, and reached out to hold out a crystal clear white jade that slowly fell into the palm of the old man's hand.

Kong Xin'an looked at the four small characters on the jade pendant in a daze, and a Confucian half-saint of the Nine Realms actually had some weak legs.

"Evil does not prevail over good".

Especially that orthography, in the eyes of outsiders, it is as big as a star, which makes people dare not have a trace of evil thoughts.

The rickety old man seemed to see a white-haired old man who was half a head shorter than him from the jade, with a smile on his face, hanging this piece of white jade around his waist, leading a white-clothed scholar and a handsome young man who liked to practice swords.

If there is a long river of time in the white jade, the white-clothed scholar is gone, the handsome young man is gone, and the old man is in a glass portal with the door of heaven wide open and chose to turn back, since then, the old man's waist pole is becoming more and more rickety day by day, and the words have become less and less, and finally he is sitting alone on the sea of clouds, turning into a golden light like a drizzle of raindrops sprinkled throughout Tai'an.

Everyone increased their luck for no reason, and even climbed directly to a higher realm.

But few people know what the joy of the city means.

Kong Xin'an held the white jade, slowly knelt down under the moonlight, his head choked on the ground, "Sir, I'm ashamed..."

As soon as the old man said this, the transparent peiyu engraved with "evil does not suppress the right" cracked in response, and a simple "orthography" floated out of it and drilled directly into the old man's forehead.

This small courtyard began to appear with golden brilliance, no longer wisps but like the tide of a large river.

A giant pillar of light was like a giant sun, with a mighty momentum, from the small courtyard to the sky, and the whole town was as bright as day in an instant.

The thunder above the sea of clouds is rolling, and the momentum is magnificent, like a dragon that is overturned to the sea wantonly releasing its voice to the heavens and the earth.

Kong Xin'an, who was originally half a chip lower because of the loss of a word, went directly from nine to ten.

There is one more saint in the world.

In the county government of Qianping County, Yu Zhong, who was still full of joy because he had just sent away a scoundrel, looked up and was stunned, turned his head and smiled bitterly at the expressionless peach blossom girl: "Look if I'm blind, how can there be sun on this big night." ”

Peach Blossom Girl is just a paper person, so naturally she can't respond.

Yu Zhong ran out like an old dog with a bitten tail, and after staying in this broken place for a few years, he could be regarded as hugging the thigh, but now, it was not enough, far from enough.

At the same time, in the majestic palace of Tai'an City, thousands of miles away from here, there was an old man in a dragon-patterned cloud robe who was still reading the papers, but the next moment, as if he had a sense in his heart, put down the pen and paper, looked into the distance, and got up and bowed.

In the Shangde Academy in Tai'an City, which was canonized by the imperial dynasty, several people looked up at the south at the same time, and there were whispers, sighs, and admiration.

One of the old men coughed twice and withdrew his gaze, sighed, and muttered: "Old man, there are still people to take over your mantle, okay, okay, it's a pity that only one of the old man's disciples has some appearance, and he is still too young, wait for the old man to find you again." ”

In the northernmost part of Chongyang Kingdom on the border of Longwu Kingdom, in a huge city tower called "Pingtian Sword Palace", there was a blue-shirted sword cultivator with silver hair and extremely handsome appearance, who slowly raised his head in one place, and then retracted his gaze, directly rose from the ground, and swept into the sky.

Jian Xiu walked flat in the air, and a simple long sword with rippling sword qi hung quietly behind him.

He grabbed the long sword, pointed to the tall city walls made of heavy gold in the distance, and said with a hearty smile: "Long San, come, come, come, let's fight again." ”

And in the realm of Longwu Kingdom, the tall man who was resting on his side opened his eyes slightly, and said sarcastically: "Qing Wuer, are you stupid." ”

Jian Xiu waved lightly, and the golden waterfalls poured straight into the city wall like a big river hitting the bank, the man's eyes widened, and he swept out in an instant, making a fist with both hands, and a golden colossus as high as a mountain appeared behind him, with a blurred face, and he also made a fist with both hands, and kept swinging towards the golden sword qi.

The tall man slapped his body, and a pair of glazed armor that bloomed with silver brilliance immediately covered his whole body, and at the same time said angrily: "Lao Tzu has immortal armor, will he be afraid of you?!"

The white-haired sword cultivator named Qing Wuji made a thumbs down movement, and rushed directly from a high place to a higher place, his body instantly submerged in the sea of clouds, and the man sneered twice and flew into the air.

From time to time, there were sword qi over the border between the two countries or golden light falling all over the ground, and the thunder sound roared over the entire sea of clouds, and the night was as bright as day.

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Yu Zhong, who left the county government, ran all the way to the school.

It's not that he can't fly in the sky, it's not that he doesn't dare, the gentleman before was only a half-saint, and his own husband is also a half-saint in the Nine Realms, so he can maintain his attitude.

But now the difference of one word, across the whole world, gives him ten dares, and he doesn't dare to be presumptuous.

In the backyard of the school, Kong Xin'an had already gotten up and sat at the table thinking about something, and the man with the sword on his back didn't speak, just took out another jar of wine and drank it, he was in a bad mood anyway.

The white-haired old man glanced into the distance, retracted his gaze and pointed at the man with the sword on his back and said, "Tomorrow, you take that young man to Tai'an City, don't be in a hurry on the way, you can walk slowly, but if something happens because of your cynicism, you know how I will clean you up." ”

The man pursed his lips, "What are you going to do?"

Kong Xin'an stood with his hands in his hands, his clothes were swinging without wind, and there seemed to be a breeze in the two big sleeves, full and fluttering.

His eyes were sharp, and Mu Ran spoke, "Naturally, I want to go back and see, Mr. has worked hard all his life there, how can I sit idly by." ”

The man nodded, but he showed a bit of playfulness, "The old emperor is already gray-haired, and several princes are even more ambitious, aren't you afraid of going back now and ending up with bad intentions?"

The old man looked up at the stars and whispered four words.

"Evil does not prevail over good. ”

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the void, and the county lord Yu Zhong fell directly in front of the two.

Yu Zhong first bowed his hand in fear, "Meet the saint." ”

The latter nodded, and Yu Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, but after a glance at him, his heart was pulled up again, and he hurriedly gave it up again, "Meet the Sword Immortal." Yu Zhong still has palpitations in his heart, this person has really tortured him, either letting him pour tea and water, or gagging, he is also full of heroic spirit, and what he does is not personnel.

The man seemed to see through the man's thoughts, took a sip of wine, and said, "Boy, your life is so good, blessed." ”

Kong Xin'an waved his hand and said slowly: "Yu Zhong, since your county government is usually fine, then come and experience the feeling of being a teacher, if someone can understand Haoran, you have no problem with one or two, three years later, what do you want to do, how about it." ”

Yu Zhong nodded again and again, "Whatever the sage master says, I deserve, I deserve." ”

Kong Xin'an shook his head and smiled bitterly, reached out and took out a piece of golden rice paper from his waist, and wrote four big characters with his finger as a pen.

"A gentleman. ”

Especially the orthography, which is a bit glaring.

Yu Zhong took the golden rice paper, a flower smiled on his face, carefully put it away, looked up and smiled: "Thank you Sage, Master, with this thing, let alone three years, I will recognize it for ten years." ”

This is not an ordinary character, this may be a chance of the avenue, and even something that can save his life.

The old man sighed with his hands in his hands, and instructed the two of them again, "Just this little thing, don't go wrong, otherwise I will set things right for you." ”

After the old man finished speaking, he swept the air in one step, turned into a long rainbow and went straight to the north.

It wasn't until he completely disappeared under the moonlight that the man beat his waist, got up and scolded angrily: "Be a bullshit saint, look at you proudly." ”

He then glanced at the man, and said angrily: "Why are you staying, wait for me to invite you to dinner, don't go back to prepare, how will you start teaching tomorrow." ”

Yu Zhong nodded hurriedly and arched his hand: "Then I'll go back first, Sword Immortal Master, you can do your own thing." ”

As soon as he left the small courtyard, Yu Zhong flew away, his face was extremely proud, "In the end, I Yu Zhong has some ability, this thing that fell from the sky, if you want to pick it up, you must have the ability." ”

The man with the sword on his back spat twice on the ground, and scolded "something without conscience", but when he turned his head, he was a little sad, sat on the wooden bench, and said with a wry smile: "What should that little rabbit cub do if you don't listen to me." ”

He immediately asked himself again, "The feud that was just formed in the morning will definitely not listen to me, so let's just kidnap him at night, so that he has no way to go to heaven and no way to go to the ground." ”

The man slapped his thigh and stood up suddenly, sneaking towards the grass hut in the night.