Sitting on the platform, that is the place where the Confucian sages preached, the sages of the past dynasties also opened the altar there to preach, it can be said that it is a very strange place, containing their Taoist thoughts, if you are immersed in it, you can still hear their voices of Taoism. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Yan Bai, the second head of the sage house, sat on the platform for three days, and as a result, he fell into the "cognitive obstacle", his own thoughts and the thoughts of the sages conflicted, and he didn't know who was right and who was wrong for a while, and he walked into the obstacle, and he couldn't extricate himself from it, which was equivalent to going crazy.

Hearing what the head of the family said was so terrifying, Ye Qingguan was also shocked.

Everyone has their own way, their own way, Yan Bai wants to look at the holy scriptures of the sages, and then compare what he has obtained from his own body, but there is a conflict, and in the end, he doesn't know who is right and who is wrong.

Yan Bai, as the second head of the Sage Mansion, must have a very profound cultivation opinion, and the Dao heart is like a rock, and even people like him have fallen into the "cognitive obstacle", so it can be seen that the sitting platform is not something that ordinary people can go up to, and if you are not careful, you will destroy the Dao heart.

The head took Yan Bai away, Ye Qingguan stood there and muttered for a while, originally wanted to go to the photo platform to have a look, but now he didn't dare to make a decision easily, Yan Bai's state was really terrible, if his sword heart was also destroyed, then his whole person would be useless.

"Let's go to the inscription of the sages first. Ye Qingguan made a decision, and turned around and walked towards the inscription of the sage.

The sage tablet is engraved in the back mountain, Ye Qingguan walked out of the side door, along a bluestone path to go there, along the way the trees are lush, green, there are white clouds around the woods, that is the sage of the sage's atmosphere, ethereal like a sea of clouds.

When he walked into the distance, he suddenly heard a rumbling sound, Ye Qingguan raised his eyes, and saw a white waterfall hanging from the top of the holy hill, white and majestic, like thousands of troops and horses galloping, and finally merging into the East China Sea.

Looking at the small path leading directly to the waterfall, Ye Qingguan was amazed, he didn't expect the sage inscription to be hidden behind the waterfall.

Approaching the waterfall, you can feel the terrible water power, just afraid that thousands of pounds of boulders can rush down, rumbling like thunder.

Next to the waterfall, a deep pool was dug out, and Ye Qingguan saw a figure sitting there, fishing.

Ye Qingguan walked over, but he was slightly surprised, it turned out to be an acquaintance.

"Old man, it's you. "The old man in front of him is not the old man who is difficult to serve.

"It's you, boy. The old man looked up, also a little surprised.

"You carved it for the sages, right?" asked the old man again.

"Yes, the kid wants to go in and have a look. Ye Qingguan replied.

The old man shook his head: "Do you want to go in now?"

"Why?" Ye Qingguan frowned, how could the students not be allowed to go in when they admired the legacy of the sages.

The old man glanced at him: "You are not a real Confucian disciple, wait until you get the top three in the month-end assessment, not now." ”

Ye Qingguan's brows furrowed even deeper, indeed, compared to Yan Yu, they can only be regarded as outer disciples, far from the core, but there is still ten years before the end of the month, do they have to wait for ten days?

Moreover, he offended An Lanxuan's second uncle and Xu Ziling's uncle, and if he wants to enter the top three in the month-end assessment, he is afraid that it will not be ordinary.

"Alas!" Ye Qingguan sighed in disappointment, and was about to turn around and leave, but the old man's voice came from behind him: "But you kid is not bad, I helped the old man water the dishes for a day, and I will be cheap for you once." ”

Ye Qingguan's eyes were suddenly replaced by surprise, and he arched his hand towards the old man: "Thank you, senior!"

The old man waved his hand impatiently: "If you want to go, go away, don't disturb the old man, I'm fishing, this white fish, I've been guarding it for months!"

With great surprise, Ye Qingguan walked around the path to the back of the waterfall and walked into the cave.

A peck and a drink, it is really karma, Ye Qingguan didn't expect that he would be rewarded at this time for helping the old man water the dishes for a day.

And the identity of the old man does not seem to be simple, he can protect a place like the Stele Forest of the Ancestors, no matter how you look at it, it will not be an ordinary person.

According to these doubts in his heart, Ye Qingguan walked to the depths of the cave, and after walking a few feet, the scene in front of him suddenly became clear.

It was an extremely empty cave, like a huge dome covering it, and it seemed that the entire belly of the holy hill had been hollowed out.

In the wide open space, stone monuments are erected one after another, piled up into a forest, and the atmosphere is like the sea.

It is not dim here, and the surrounding stone walls are inlaid with a strange fluorite, which exudes a soft light and illuminates the cave.

The literary atmosphere here is rich and incredible, undulating like a sea of clouds, setting off bursts of waves, a piece of stone tablets are hidden in it, some are engraved with ancient characters, some only have a few strokes, and some are even messy, and it is impossible to see what is written.

Ye Qingguan looked at the depths of the stele forest, where the white text was extremely viscous, almost turned into a liquid state, and there was a faint sound of preaching and expounding, indescribable miracles.

"The Three Holy Monuments, the Seventy-two Great Sage Monuments, and the One Hundred and Eight Ancestral Monuments, this is the essence of the Sage Pavilion, which is worthy of being inherited for thousands of years, and it is really terrifying!"

In the history of the Sage Mansion, there have been three saints, the most holy Confucius, the resurrected saint Yan Yuan, and the sub-saint Mencius, each of whom is transcendent and saintly, and is above all living beings like a sword immortal.

And the seventy-two great sages refer to the seventy-two most outstanding disciples of the Confucian sage, among which Yan Hui is the leader.

As for the one hundred and eight sage monuments, they were left by the famous Confucian masters for thousands of years, and each of them has left a name in history and is praised by the world.

As for the others, although they are not as good as the ones in the middle, they are also extremely good, some have the famous sayings of governing the world, some have the swordsmanship of the gentleman, and some have the perception of life, if they can get it, every stroke is wealth.

Ye Qingguan's gaze stared straight at the deepest part of the stele forest, and the ancient sword behind him seemed to feel something at this time, constantly trembling, if he hadn't suppressed it, he was afraid that it would emit a dragon chanting sword sound.

"Sword Soul, it's really here!" Ye Qingguan's eyes flickered, and he forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, he knew that now was not the time to do it, there was an old man outside who was suspected of not having a low status, who knew if he was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Retracting his gaze, Ye Qingguan looked at the other stone tablets, thinking that it would be good to get a gentleman's sword here.

Suddenly, the ancient sword behind his back trembled again, humming, and a certain place in the stele forest also erupted at this time with the same aura as the ancient sword, and the sword aura soared to the sky.

"What's the matter, there is also the former sword master of the ancient sword here?" Ye Qingguan's pupils shrank and walked in that direction.

Li Changqing ...... The tenth generation of sword masters, it's a pity. Outside the entrance of the cave, the old man who was fishing suddenly muttered softly.