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A girl next to her asked in a coquettish voice: "Teacher, you played the piano so well just now, why did you suddenly stop playing?"

The white-clothed scribe reached out and touched the girl's head, and said with a smile: "An old man has appeared, and the teacher has to stop for a while. ”

The girl tilted her head and asked curiously, "Where is the old man?"

The white-clothed scribe smiled: "In the sky, in front of you." ”

The girl smiled and said, "Teacher, you're playing dumb riddles again!"

The white-clothed scribe laughed and said, "Stinky girl, what do you know?"

He laughed a few times, and suddenly his eyes froze.

In front of him, thousands of miles of void, a blue light flew rapidly with a long flame tail, flashed a few times, and it was already in front of him.

In the exclamation of the girl next to him, the white-clothed scribe snapped his fingers, and the jasper ring on his index finger suddenly emitted a bright and uncertain blue light, and the flying blue light seemed to be attracted by the blue light of the white-clothed scribe's ring, and with a "whoosh", it flew to the right hand of the white-clothed scribe, and was gently and skillfully grasped by the white-clothed scribe in the palm of his hand.

"Ah, what is this, teacher?"

The girl's eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "Is it a meteor?

The white-clothed scribe spread his palms and said with a smile: "Come and see!"

The girl craned her neck to look at the palm of the white-clothed scribe, and saw a small jade talisman made of jasper lying quietly in the palm of the teacher's white jade.

The jade talisman in front of him was extremely small, only the size of a fingernail, but it revealed an extremely majestic and solemn aura, which made people look at it at a glance, and couldn't help but slow down their breathing, and they didn't dare to give birth to a sluggish heart.

At this time, this jade talisman circulated in the palm of the white-clothed scribe, as if it could breathe, like a living thing.

"Teacher, is this the jade talisman?"

The girl was intimidated by the aura of the jade rune, and asked softly, "Where did it fly from?"

The white-clothed scribe did not answer the girl's question, but stood up and put Yaoqin aside, his eyes like a jade talisman in his palm.

"Boom!"

The jade talisman in the palm sensed the gaze of the white-clothed scribe, and suddenly the blue light was flourishing, and the white-clothed scribe's eyebrows were all blue.

The little girl next to her screamed, was stimulated by the bright light, and closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw the white-clothed scribe standing with a shocked expression, and the jasper talisman he had just put away had been put away.

"Confucian Yang Xian?"

The white-clothed scribe muttered to himself, "Who is Yang Xian?"

"Mr. Mei's apprentice?"

"How can there be such a great martial arts master in the world silently?"

He was surprised, delighted and strange, "Could it be that in addition to Mr. Mei, there is also a great master in the Confucian Sect?"

The girl looked up at the teacher with a confused expression, not knowing what was wrong with the teacher.

Just when the middle-aged scribe was in a daze, in another place, some people had different expressions.

This is a private school, seven or eight students in the private school are shaking their heads and reciting poems, suddenly saw the old gentleman in front of him with a ring ruler pushing open the window, a light flashed from the window, and instantly disappeared into the old man's sleeve.

The old gentleman put his hands on his sleeves and slowly sat down on the main seat, and after a faint light flashed from his sleeve, the old gentleman's body shook and suddenly howled.

Several students were taken aback and stood up one after another, "Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

The old gentleman shook his hand again and again, sobbing and said, "I'm fine, but I suddenly remembered an old man, and I was a little sentimental!"

When he spoke, tears rolled down his face, and he couldn't stop flowing, and said in his heart: "God is pitiful, my Confucian sect has a new master!"

He turned to look at the holy image of the Confucian ancestor hanging on the gable wall behind him, and couldn't help but feel sad and unspeakable, with tears in his eyes, "The ancestor is above, and the inheritance of the disciples is still there! The roots of our Confucianism are still there!"

Just when the old gentleman was crying bitterly, in the dozens of academies in the Great Zhou, there were also countless Confucian scholars secretly hugging their heads and crying.

But in Zhongzhou Zhongjing Academy, there was a middle-aged Confucian student who looked at the sky with his hands in his hands, and sneered, "Mei Niansheng, aren't you dead yet?"

This middle-aged Confucian is tall, with thin eyes and long eyebrows, a straight nose and a square mouth, slightly gray temples, a magnificent bearing, and a majestic appearance.

He stood inside the academy, as if the entire academy space could not accommodate him, and as his chest rose and fell slightly, the space around him could not help but emit slight fluctuations visible to the naked eye.

He stood in the courtyard, and everyone around him looked down on him.

The middle-aged Confucian student's eyes flashed, looking at a blue light flying from the sky, and sighed softly, "If you want a person to die, is it so difficult?"

With a sigh, he stretched out his hand to take the jade talisman flying from the sky, and after looking at it for a while, he let out a cold snort, "Yang Xian, the news from the third prince, saying that this Yang Xian is not a ten-year-old martial arts master? When did he become a great grandmaster? He is still the master of the Confucian sect!"

Several Confucian students behind him glanced at each other, and one of the thin old men walked up to the middle-aged Confucian student, bowed down and said, "Sect Master, these chaotic Confucian remnants have appeared, what will we do with them?"

The middle-aged Confucian said: "Check!"

He looked at the thin old man, "Tell the people of the Heavenly Supervisor to investigate to the end! Give me a detailed investigation of the origin of the Confucian Yang Xian, if there is any omission, carefully check their heads!"

The thin old man's body trembled, bowed his head and said, "Yes!"

The middle-aged Confucian said lightly: "The third prince disappeared in Qingzhou, didn't the Lei people have already rushed to Qingzhou to find out the news? Where have they been now?"

The thin old man said: "I have arrived in Qingzhou, it is said that they have verified that the death of the third prince should be related to the soldier Wu Chaofeng, but it may also be related to Yang Xian, who appeared in Qingshan Town, Qingzhou." ”

The middle-aged Confucian said: "No matter how arrogant the martial arts are, they will not have the intention of rebellion, even if the third prince is killed by Wu Chaofeng, it is not a big deal, only the group of Confucians in front of him who have no monarch and no father are the big trouble." ”

The thin old man bowed his head and said, "Yes!"

The middle-aged Confucian said: "Summoning the Lei Ministry, search Qingzhou, find out this Yang Xian for me first!"

The thin old man said, "Yes!"

The middle-aged Confucian saw that he should be in his mouth but did not retreat, and asked, "What else is the matter?"

The thin old man said cautiously: "Sect Master, there are still many chaotic Confucian children in the academy now, how to deal with them?"

"Huh?"

The middle-aged Confucian glanced at the thin old man when he heard this.

"Poof!"

Being glanced at by the middle-aged Confucian student, the thin old man seemed to be pressed by a huge mountain, and his body suddenly bowed, and he fell to the ground, and the masonry on the ground was shattered.

"Don't touch them yet, these people's status is not trivial, and if you move them, it will be harmful to us, just house arrest. ”

The middle-aged Confucian looked at the thin old man, "If you talk more in the future, just pull out your tongue." ”

The thin old man pulled his head out of the ground, brought out a cloud of crumbs, and buckled his head at the middle-aged Confucian repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, my subordinates have written it down!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, "Idiot, is there another old immortal who has humiliated you?"

The thin old man said with his hair overhead: "Door Master Shengming, the villain was slapped by Zhou Hong today, so he was a little angry. ”

The middle-aged man snorted, "What are you doing to provoke him?"

He waved his hand at the thin old man, "Get out, don't provoke these old immortals!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The thin old man bowed back, and after withdrawing for a few feet, he straightened up and stretched out his hand to wipe his sweat.

After the middle-aged Confucian finished instructing the thin old man, he looked up at the sky and clenched his fists, "Mei Niansheng, are you dead?"

He muttered, "If you don't die, then come to Zhongjing!"