Huiji Mountain, Wang Xizhi wrote back then, "Gu Zhi is dead and alive is illusory, and Qi Peng is vain." "The Rantei.

Chu Fengge was wearing a green shirt, the aroma was slowly bubbling in the copper furnace beside him, and there was a chessboard in front of him, and he was holding the black and white characters respectively, and he was performing thaumaturgy in his chest between the square inches of the chessboard.

A young man wearing a dark robe with a hosta on his head stood aside with his hands behind his back and watched Chu Fengge play there, but he also watched with relish.

Nantian Confucian Sect Liu Ziyue and senior brother Xie Sichi rushed from the foot of the mountain.

The two of them were ordered by their master to carry the "sword slave" to ambush the sword sect Yue Gu Han, and the three grandmasters still failed together, but instead escaped the first person below the three saints of the Sword Sect.

The layout of the Confucian sect gradually reached the stage of closing the net, and the changes in the eyes brought by Yue Guhan couldn't help but make the two of them not nervous, so they could only quickly rush back to Huiji Mountain to report the matter to the teacher.

"Senior brothers are here. ”

Although the two senior brothers had not arrived, the black-robed disciple's ears and eyes were deaf and sensible tomorrow morning.

"What do you think of their trip?"

Chu Fengge fell behind, the sunspots on the chessboard gradually gained the upper hand, and the whites were like candles in the wind and were operating bleakly.

"It should be defeated. ”

The black-robed young man didn't care about taking care of the face of those two.

"How can you see it, is it because they have run all the way without the elegance of a leisurely stroll?"

Chu Fengge fell again, and the sunspot gradually formed a slaughtering situation.

"Not really, it's just that the disciples thought that the three grandmasters wanted to kill the Sword Sect when they were ambushed in the shadows, and they took it for granted. ”

In the face of the accusations of his disciples, the Confucian saint was so angry that he was not angry.

"Well, I did take it for granted. What would you do if it were you?"

"The number of people is not important, the timing is the most important thing. ”

The period that this disciple was referring to, Chu Fengge knew in his heart that it was after the emperor and the Sword Sect joined forces to fight the Dao Saint.

"It was indeed me who was a little hesitant at the time, wanting to keep him to deal with Wuming. ”

Chu Fengge responded: "In terms of timing, I am indeed inferior to you, what should I do now in your opinion?"

"Speed up the launch. ”

The black-robed young man lowered his head, picked up a white piece and put it on the chessboard, and the situation suddenly changed completely.

"Oh?" Chu Fengge's mouth was full of smiles, this disciple had finally inherited some of his mantle.

"We have been planning for a long time, and both the Dao Saint and the Imperial Court have their own troubles now, we must be fast, so fast that they can't react. ”

"Hebei, Jiangnan, which one to move first?"

The black-robed young man looked at the chessboard, Bai Zi had regained his vitality, and there were faint signs of killing the sunspot in the upper right and lower right positions of the chessboard.

It turns out that the evolution of this game of chess of Confucianism is the overall situation of today.

"First move Hebei stormy, and then chaos in the south of the Yangtze River. ”

Originally, it was Kuroko's turn to settle, but the young man ignored these rules, lifted the white son in the upper right position and landed another son, and the situation changed when he landed, and the Kuroko was already defeated.

"Poetry, calligraphy, etiquette, music, and the six arts, you have done my best in the 'royal', and you are more blue, wrong, you are very good. ”

The master, the art of driving, is the art of conquest. The chariot is the protagonist of the Spring and Autumn Struggle, and the Confucian imperial art is the method of intensive conquest.

The black-robed young man Gongsun Cuo, although his martial arts have not yet reached the extreme, his understanding of the military book and battle strategy, and his grasp of the current situation and fighters, have all passed on the mantle of Confucianism.

The Confucian sage stood up and looked north.

"The intertwined towns of Hebei are not only an ulcer in the world, but also an opportunity to reform the world. Wrong, I asked you to go north to preside over the plan, do you have confidence?"

"There are students. ”

"The accumulation of wages in the house is bound to become a prairie fire. Is the rebellion in the world today caused by my generation, or is it due to the number of Yu Dynasty?" Chu Fengge's eyes were full of wind and frost.

"It's that the imperial court is exhausted. It is not for us to mess up the feudal towns, nor for the Uighurs to fatten up, and it has never been us who have confused the people of the world for the sake of one family and one surname. ”

Chu Fengge shook his head, from now on, the Central Plains will be troubled, and the painful price has been paid, but it is unknown how far the big thing can go.

"Master, disciple and others missed, the true face of the sword slave was peeped through by the Sword Sect, and Master Wanwang punished him. ”

Xie Sichi and Liu Ziyue went up the mountain together, knelt down in front of the Lan Pavilion and asked Chu Fengge for punishment.

"It's a little thing, you don't have to worry about it. ”

All this seems to have been expected by the Confucian sage.

"The sword slave was just an accident, but now that it has been spied on by Yue Gu Han, it will be used directly, think about it. ”

Although the sword slave's martial arts are high, the self-consciousness has been annihilated, and only Xie Sichi can control it with the magic of music.

"The disciple is here. ”

"You took the knife slave to Hebei with the wrong child, just to use his face. ”

Hebei?

Xie Sichi couldn't hold back his excitement in his heart: "Disciple understands. ”

"When you go over there, march and set up, left and right, you have heard the wrong arrangement, but he has to listen to the enemy against the master, before and after. ”

Gongsun Cuo and Xie Sichi hurriedly clasped their fists and saluted.

"The disciple understands. ”

Chu Fengge looked at the chessboard on the side: "Ziyue." ”

"The disciple is here. Nantian Confucianism stood up, in this small pavilion, only his temperament was closest to Chu Fengge.

"If my subordinates talk about force, you are the best. Yue Guhan is arrogant, and I want you to deal with it. But can you get past that hurdle in your heart with his friends for many years? ”

"Master rest assured, the disciple respects Yue Guhan, but the righteousness of the world is here, and the small righteousness between friends should be put aside. ”

Chu Fengge bowed his head, he was the most relaxed about Confucianism, he only had six disciples in his life, if you talk about indifference and persistence in your bones, Liu Ziyue is comparable to Yue Gu Han.

"Okay, the three of you can't kill him, but you can hold him back. ”

Chu Fengge said: "I need to sit in the Huiji Mountain, and I will work for you." ”

The Confucian saint was so polite, and the three disciples hurriedly expressed their stance again.

The six disciples of Chu Fengge inherited the six arts respectively, but the big disciples who practiced the art of etiquette and the younger disciples who practiced poetry and art were all hidden, even Liu Ziyue, Sima Cuo and Xie Sichi had not seen them.

Zhang Xu, a disciple who is proficient in calligraphy, is practicing in Jianlu, and all the remaining elites are gathered here, planning to spread it, just to change the appearance of the Central Plains Heaven and Earth.

"Well, the deceased, you all have a heavy responsibility, and I will not keep you. ”

Chu Fengge looked at the three disciples who had been carefully cultivated.

"You guys do it. ”、

The three of them agreed.

Chu Fengge opened his mouth to sing sad words: "I am a Chu madman, Feng Ge laughs at Kongqiu......"

Huaihai, now at such a critical juncture, I have someone from Chu to accompany you in this Huiji Mountain, which can be regarded as paying off the debts of the year.