"You want to try?"

Mei Niansheng listened to Yang Xian's words, and suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashed like thunder, "Xian'er, there are countless masters in this Great Zhou Dynasty, do you want to fight against the entire court with your own strength?"

Yang Xian said: "It's not a confrontation, but I want to see it." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

He looked at Mei Niansheng and said slowly: "Teacher, today, natural disasters and man-made disasters continue to occur, especially in Qingzhou, drought year after year, the people are starving to death, and the hungry people cannibalize each other. The emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty did not observe the people's feelings and appease the people, but instead severely punished the law and doubled the punishment of disobedient people, which made the people's grievances boil, and those who rose up abounded. ”

He said to Mei Niansheng: "Teacher, I think if you have the opportunity, it would be best to meet the Ming Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty and state this matter to him, so that you can do your part for the people of the world." But before seeing Emperor Ming, I have to measure the strength of the masters of the Great Zhou Dynasty before making plans. ”

Mei Niansheng's eyes showed a strange light, and after looking at Yang Xian fixedly for a while, she suddenly laughed out loud, "Okay!"

He laughed and said, "It's worthy of being my good apprentice! Sure enough, he has ideas and courage! Do you think that if you meet the Ming Emperor and tell him the truth about this kind of thing, you can change the situation of the people being displaced?"

Yang Xiandao: "The disciple doesn't dare to think so, if this Ming Emperor is really dedicated to the people, the world will not be what it is today, but if he tells him this kind of thing in front of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military affairs, if he still wants to be cheeky, he should take some action, as long as he can speak, he can always live more people." ”

Mei Niansheng said: "Xian'er, do you know that even if you can meet Emperor Ming, you may not have the opportunity to say these things, even if you can tell him the facts, he may not do what you think." ”

He looked at Yang Xian and sighed: "What is especially important is that now that the people of the Physicist are in control of the government, how can they let you go? If you really go to Zhongjing, it will be ten deaths." ”

Yang Xian said, "The disciple knows. ”

Mei Niansheng asked, "Then are you still going?"

Yang Xian said: "Go." ”

Mei Niansheng laughed, "Okay, knowing that you will die, you must also move forward generously, sacrifice your life for righteousness, and you are really worthy of my Confucian disciple!"

He stretched out his broad palm and patted Yang Xian's shoulder, and sighed, "Child, I have already done all these things you said before!"

He pointed to the bleeding hole in his forehead, "How do you think I got this wound?"

He smiled and said: "A few years ago, when I was repeatedly invited by them to enter the Zhongjing Imperial Palace, I really thought that Emperor Ming was tired of science and wanted to restore my status as a Confucian. Who knew that as soon as I entered the palace, I was besieged by the Buddha, the devil, the soldiers, and a few people in my Confucian traitor science, they killed me even and killed me, and I tried my best to escape, but after all, I was also hit by the broken yang finger of the demon gate, and he hit the forehead, cutting off my vitality. ”

When Mei Niansheng said this, his eyes showed a look of great shame, "It was also because I was too eager to restore my Confucian status that I was subject to the calculations of Emperor Ming and the people of science." This is my own fault. knew that the other party was not credible, but he still went with the hope of what happened, and the result was that he became the person who is not a ghost or a ghost. ”

When he said this, he sighed, "Xian'er, don't trust anyone!"

He stared at Yang Xian's eyes, "Never put your hope on others! What we have lost in Confucianism will be taken back by our own hands! There is no need to fake the hands of others, nor can we fake the hands of others!"

Mei Niansheng coughed again and again, and the blood in the blood hole on his forehead flowed back more and more rapidly, "This Great Zhou Dynasty is difficult to return, and there is no help! If you want peace in the world, you can only overthrow the Great Zhou and choose another master!"

Yang Xian said: "Yes, the disciple remembered!"

He looked at the bloody hole on Mei Niansheng's forehead, and said softly: "I see! Teacher, I asked you about the origin of your wound before, and you kept silent about it, but it turned out that you were framed by Emperor Ming, so you were injured like this." ”

He stretched out his hand to touch the wound on Mei Niansheng's forehead, but he didn't dare after all, and his arm retracted, "Teacher, if he has time for me, I will definitely return your wound to them." ”

Mei Niansheng shook his head and said: "Revenge is a small matter, but saving the world is a big matter." ”

As he spoke, he coughed repeatedly, his face turned an abnormal red, and blood began to drip from the wound on his forehead.

Yang Xian saw that Mei Niansheng's wound began to drip blood, his body was shocked, and his eyes turned red, "Teacher, are you going to go?"

Mei Niansheng laughed when he heard this, "Yes, I am indeed going!"

He stretched out his hand and touched the top of Yang Xian's head, "Xian'er, you have to promise me one thing." ”

Yang Xian nodded slightly, but he didn't speak, he was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, he would cry.

Since Mei Niansheng rescued Yang Xian six years ago, he accepted Yang Xian as a disciple, and the two are obviously masters and apprentices, but they are actually no less than father and son.

Since Yang Xian first saw Mei Niansheng, the wound on Mei Niansheng's forehead has been circulating repeatedly, but it has never flowed out.

Yang Yi was young at the time, and he only felt that the teacher's wound was very terrifying, but he didn't know why this happened, until he had now become a martial arts master, he knew that the wound on the teacher's forehead must contain the martial arts true intent of another martial arts master, so he would bleed and couldn't stop.

But fortunately, the person who injured Mei Niansheng was not much higher than Mei Niansheng, although the martial arts true intent attached to this wound was strong, but it couldn't kill Mei Niansheng for a while, and the essence blood that continued to flow out was sucked back by Mei Niansheng with supreme magic skills just after it flowed out, so there was a continuous circulation of blood.

In the past five or six years of teaching Yang Xian, the blood flow rate at the wound on Mei Niansheng's forehead has been accelerating, and at the same time, the injuries with multiple wounds on his body have also continued to erupt, and his breath has become weaker and weaker.

Yang Xian saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart, but he knew that with his current skills, he could not provide any effective help to the teacher at all, so he could only redouble his diligence and hard practice when the teacher taught him, and strive to reach the teacher's realm as soon as possible, so as to expel the true meaning of martial arts in the wound for the teacher and extend his life for him.

But now that he saw that blood began to drip from Mei Niansheng's wound, it seemed that the teacher could no longer suppress the injury in his body, otherwise this situation would not have happened.

At this time, being touched by Mei Niansheng on the top of his head, feeling the warmth of the teacher's palm, Yang Xian's body trembled slightly, and his heart was full of sorrow.

His family was poor since he was a child, and his family of nine all starved to death in the year of the catastrophe, and he was the only one who survived.

When he was on the run, he once saw that he was going to be caught and eaten by hungry people, but fortunately he was rescued by Mei Niansheng, and this was the fate of master and apprentice.

Yang Xian's family died early, and since he was six years old, he has been practicing martial arts with Mei Niansheng, and he has long regarded Mei Niansheng as his closest relative.

Now seeing that Mei Niansheng is seriously injured and is about to die, even though he has been accustomed to seeing many tragic things in the past few years, and his heart has long been like a stone, but at this time, seeing that his teacher is not long dead, he is still inevitably grief-stricken and difficult to restrain himself.

Mei Niansheng gently rubbed the top of Yang Xian's head with his palm, and said with a smile: "Idiot, why should you be sad? I am now nine out of a hundred, if according to the opinion of ordinary people, I am actually already a long-lived person, even if I die, it is a happy event, and it is not a funeral." ”

He took out a palm-sized black iron seal from his arms and handed it to Yang Xian, "Xian'er, this is my Confucian seal, only the master of the sect can hold it, you can continue." ”

Yang Xian knelt on the ground, raised his hands and took it solemnly.

Mei Niansheng saw Yang Xian take the big seal, nodded slightly, and suddenly shouted: "Yang Xian, how do I practice as a Confucian scholar?"

Yang Xian said respectfully: "Self-cultivation, Qi family, governing the country, and leveling the world!"

Mei Niansheng asked again, "What are the precepts left by the sages of my Confucian sect?"

Yang Xian held the big seal in his hand and said loudly: "Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations!"

Mei Niansheng asked again, "You may know and do it in one way?"

Yang Xian said: "Yes!"

Mei Niansheng nodded and said, "Okay! Now I will pass you on as the thirty-third generation master of the Confucian Sect." ”

Yang Xian said: "Oh!"

Mei Niansheng laughed, and suddenly saluted Yang Xian: "Confucian Mei Niansheng, I have seen the master of the door!"

Yang Xian hurriedly got up and saluted Mei Niansheng, "The teacher is polite!"

Mei Niansheng said with a smile: "Xian'er, good boy, although you are young, you really have the bearing of a sect master." ”

He looked at Yang Xian, "Today you are the master of my Confucian Sect, this is a happy thing, how can you cry with a sad face? ”

Yang Xian pulled the corners of his mouth when he heard this, and grinned a few times, but before the laughter came out, tears fell down in a pour.