The light of the golden bodhisattva, he was punished by Mr. on the first day of class, and the name Ye Qingguan was remembered. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sage house has been closed for 20 years, and now it is only open, in addition to some gentlemen and Confucians, as well as miscellaneous servants, there are more than 200 of their students, and they are all together in class, and it is difficult not to be known.

Jin Bodhisattva's cheek has really been practiced to the point that King Kong is not bad, eating and sleeping according to it, no matter what others think, it seems that it has nothing to do with her.

Dong Rushan was picked up the mountain, and the two of them re-divided a set of rooms, with two bedrooms, and after hearing these rumors, the eyes that looked at Ye Qingguan were also a little strange.

Ye Qingguan has a little affection for this boy who is very similar to him when he was a child, so he has no suspicion, teaches him to read and write, and teaches him some fist and foot kung fu, as for his achievements in the future, it is all up to him.

In the blink of an eye, it has been ten years since he arrived at the Sage Mansion, and on this day, it is a day of rest, Ye Qingguan plans to take a stroll in the Sage Mansion, and by the way, see where the sword soul is most likely to be.

Jin Bodhisattva had already dragged An Lanxuan to the bottom of the mountain, in her words, the big characters of the seal script of the Sage Lu were more terrible than the Sutra of Lingtai Mountain, and she wanted to find her true nature.

Carrying the ancient sword on his back, Ye Qingguan walked in the winding corridor, and below the corridor was a pond, rippling blue waves, crystal clear, but the lotus leaves were spread on it, holding up lotus flowers, and there was a faint fragrance floating away.

Passing through a door, Ye Qingguan came to the Library Pavilion.

The Library Pavilion is a seven-storey, tower-shaped building that houses the classic works of Confucianism that have been passed down for a thousand years, and has more books than in the palace compound.

Ye Qingguan showed his identity Jade Butterfly, and walked into the library pavilion, which was quiet and scary, only the sound of flipping through the books was echoing, and the students were sitting in all corners, immersed in their own world.

Even if he had fantasized about the vastness of the Sage Pavilion, but when he really saw it at this time, Ye Qingguan couldn't help but gasp.

The high-rise building is built with vermilion wood sandalwood beams, the wide space has a faint sandalwood and the fragrance of books wafting, on the bookshelf, there are full of bamboo books, stacks, layer by layer, looking at it, like a sea of books, there are countless how many.

"Is this the essence of Confucianism? It is worthy of being the top inheritance of the hundred sects!" Ye Qingguan was shocked in his heart, pacing quietly among the tall buildings, and found that the books were organized in a very layered manner, one category at a time, making it easy for people to find what they wanted.

"The classics of myths and legends, according to An Lanxuan, are on the second floor, I hope she doesn't lie to me. Ye Qingguan turned around and walked towards the second floor.

An Lanxuan had already entered the Sage Mansion, in this place, Xu Ziling didn't dare to mess around, she was truly safe, so she fulfilled her promise and told Ye Qingguan what she knew about the inheritance of the Eastern Emperor.

However, according to her, the record in the ancient books is not detailed, it is just a clue, and it is a legend of the world, and almost no one thinks it is true.

Walking to the second floor, there were very few students here, Ye Qingguan found a bookshelf in a corner, on which a series of books on myths and legends were specially placed, "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", "The Legend of Sou Shen", "The Legend of Qingqiu" and the like were all in it.

Ye Qingguan glanced around, but suddenly frowned, and found that the book An Lanxuan said was not here.

"Could it be that she is lying to me?" Ye Qingguan's eyes were slightly cold, and a murderous intent flashed.

Suddenly, he noticed something, and when he turned around, he saw a thin figure huddled in a corner, holding an ancient book and looking at it.

"Xiao Dongzi?" Ye Qingguan was surprised in his heart, "Why are you here?"

Dong Ruyue looked at him, his eyes were very clear: "When I was a child, I heard my grandfather tell a lot of stories and legends, so I came here to take a look, and I wanted to know if what my grandfather said was true." ”

Ye Qingguan was a little dumbfounded, he was really a child, he also asked Uncle Thirteen like this when he was a child, he was full of curiosity about those myths and legends of the gods and monsters, everything would break the casserole and ask to the end, and finally Uncle Thirteen was really impatient, so he threw him a lot of books and asked him to read them by himself.

He didn't expect Dong Ruyue to be like this, and the book he was holding in his hand was the one An Lanxuan told him.

"Master, do you want to read this one?" Dong Ruyue handed over the book.

After Ye Qingguan took it, Dong Ruyue said again: "Master, take your time, I'll leave first, what Grandpa said seems to be true." ”

Looking at his departing back, Ye Qingguan's eyes flickered.

The surname is Dong, this surname is rare!

"Could it be that I really saved an amazing character by accident?" Ye Qingguan shook his head, then opened the book and read it.

Fifteen hundred years ago, the Tang Dynasty founded the country with martial arts, focusing on military merits, and when an enlightened saint like Taizong, the world was one, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains were splendid and prosperous, and countless romantic characters emerged.

At that time, there were five saints in the world, guarding the five directions of east, west, south, north and middle.

There is a sword madman Li Jianmo in Zhongzhou, the Tuoba clan in the north is difficult to break, there is an old lama in the Western Desert who is immortal for three hundred years, and someone on the coast of the East China Sea fights all over the world with a pair of fists, and enters the saint with martial arts, this person is the Eastern Emperor!

It is recorded in ancient books: In the 37th year of Kaiyuan, Taizong was dying, and there were evil dragons in the East China Sea.

The Eastern Emperor sat on the coast of the East China Sea, fought the evil dragon with his bare hands, fought fiercely in the sea for seven days, defeated the evil dragon with two fists, but it was difficult to kill, so he locked it into the bottom of the crypt, and turned into a stone tablet after his death, and suppressed it forever!

Five hundred years later, the saint came here, opened a school, washed the evil dragon with holy power, preached for a hundred days, and incarnated his body, after which the world was peaceful, and the evil dragon became a legend.

Ancient words flashed in Ye Qingguan's eyes, but it was difficult to suppress the turbulent waves in his heart, the legend is true, the Eastern Emperor really existed, and before the Confucian Sage, he was one of the great promoters of martial arts, and his strength was almost to the point of shattering the void, and even the evil dragon could suppress it.

And the evil dragon in it made Ye Qingguan think even more, could this be the sword soul of the ancient sword?

According to Uncle Thirteen, his sword is cast from dragon bones, poured with dragon blood, and the dragon soul is the spirit, but after the collapse of the Divine Dynasty, this sword is also almost disintegrated, the sword soul is missing, the murderous spirit is not there, and the biggest possibility is that it fell on those seven miracles, and now it seems that these are all true.

"The ancient sword and sword soul, as well as the inheritance of the Eastern Emperor, are all here?!" Ye Qingguan's eyes brightened, and then he thought of more, these people broke their heads and entered the Sage Mansion, presumably they also knew a little clue, only for the inheritance of the Eastern Emperor.

"It seems that it is another battle between dragons and tigers!" Ye Qingguan sighed in his heart, the inheritance of the Eastern Emperor is moving, even if it is the top person in the world, I am afraid that he will be moved, after all, it is a strong man comparable to a saint.

Suddenly, he thought of Dongruyue again, and thought of him looking at the holy hill at the bottom of the mountain again and again, and after he was picked up the mountain, he learned some words, and he couldn't wait to run here.

"Could it be that he is really a descendant of the Eastern Emperor?"