Yang Xian stood not far from the city, and after seeing Zhou Qingyuan being thrown off the city wall, he turned around and left, returning to Bozhou City. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When he stood outside the city, he had already seen Liu Ping's mind clearly.

Such a sinister and deep person, who has never been liked by Yang Xian, wanted to teach him a lesson, but then thought about it: "In this troubled world, this person is ambitious, and his plans must be not small. The plotters are big, and they act naturally and moderately, and they dare not easily damage their reputation. As long as he cares about his name, the people under his rule will not suffer all kinds of suffering, but it is a little better than under the rule of the Great Zhou, otherwise how can he win the hearts of the people?"

"If you don't have a good reputation, who will go to it?"

"You can't kill it easily!"

After having such an idea, Yang Xian locked the enemy with a murderous aura and gave Liu Ping a warning, and then left Wuhua City.

With Liu Ping here, this Wuhua City no longer needs him to come to the rescue.

"When the world is in chaos today, and a group of males are swarming, this Liu Ping is also the number one person, and among the heroes who will compete for dominance in the world in the future, I am afraid that he will be indispensable!"

It's just that the Great Zhou Dynasty has a vast territory, with a total of nineteen states, and although this Wuhua City is large, it is only an inconspicuous small city among the nineteen states.

Although this Liu Ping's means are powerful, other state capitals do not have Zhang Ping, Li Ping, and Wang Ping.

Therefore, although he found that Liu Ping was extremely good, Yang Xian didn't care very much.

But he didn't know that because he scared Liu Ping today, Liu Ping was afraid of him for the rest of his life.

Yang Xian's first thing now is to escort Xiao Qingyu to the Demon Gate Qingmu Cliff, since this thing Huacheng has no worries, it is still important to hurry now.

After leaving Wuhua City, within half a day, Bozhou City was already in sight.

When the soldiers defending the city saw him enter the city, they all bowed down and saluted to thank him for his great kindness in rescuing the city of Bozhou.

Although at this time, Yang Xian's identity as a chaotic Confucian wanted by the Great Zhou Dynasty has been known to the people of Bozhou City, but which is better and which is bad, the people still know which is clear, not to mention that now that even the city lord has run away, who has the leisure to dare to find trouble with Yang Xian.

After entering the City Lord's Mansion, Xiao Qingyu had already gotten the news, and jumped out of the door, "Brother Xian, I thought you didn't care about me!"

Yang Xian laughed: "I just went to do something, and now that the matter is over, let's continue on the road!"

Just when Xiao whispered and smiled, Qiu Boran, Li Qingye and others who came out together walked in front of Yang Xian, all feeling quite cramped and uneasy.

Qiu Boran looked at Yang Xian and muttered, "Senior Yang, I didn't expect it to be you!"

He was quite ashamed and said: "The juniors don't know your identity, if it's rude, I hope the seniors won't be surprised!"

There are nine sects, thirteen sects and eighty-one sects in the world, and there are hundreds of schools, and only Confucianism is the only one.

What a great identity this Confucian master is!

At that time, the ancestor of Confucianism preached the world and supported hundreds of schools, and the whole world was benefited by him, even if the science is now powerful, and the hidden science cannot be hidden, but after all, the orthodoxy of the world is still in the hands of the traditional Confucianism, and the people in the court may not recognize the orthodoxy of the hidden school, but the people in the rivers and lakes still regard the traditional Confucianism as authentic.

Qiu Boran and the others, as the disciples and descendants of the middle three of the eighty-one sects, do not say that they have encountered the nine sects and thirteen sects on weekdays

It was okay that Qiu Boran and the others didn't know Yang Xian's identity before, but now that they know, do they dare to trust it?

The seniority of the children of ordinary famous families and big sects is generally much higher than that of people from small sects.

It's not because you have great skills and high seniority, but it's really because the people in the famous sects have advanced cultivation and extremely long lifespans, and there are even those who have reached the great grandmaster, shattering the void, and staying in the Three Realms forever, that is basically lifeless, old age, and death.

And the children of the small sect, because of the superficial exercises, even if they don't fight with others, they can't survive the urging of the king of Hades, and when the time comes, they will die in an instant.

And when these small disciples of small families died of old age, perhaps the disciples of the big sect were still bravely advancing on the path of cultivation, and they didn't even accept a single disciple.

It is often the case that the children of famous and large sects have not been passed down for two generations within a hundred years, while the inheritance of small sects has changed for three or four generations.

In this way, on top of the seniority, the seniority of the children of the big sect is getting higher and higher, while the people in the small sect are getting lower and lower.

This is the difference in generations caused by the difference in inheritance, not that the people in the big faction bully the children of the small sect.

At this time, Yang Xian, the master of Confucianism, has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, and he is only the thirty-third generation.

And 10,000 years ago, the sect where Qiu Boran, Li Qingye and others were located had never been created at all.

After learning Yang Xian's identity, everyone regarded themselves as juniors.

Not to mention that these disciples see the disciples of the Nine Sects and the Thirteen Sects, even when they see the descendants of the upper three sects, they will feel that they are dwarfs with three points, and now that Yang Xian, the master of the Confucian Sect, is in front of them, they can't help but feel panic.

Yang Xian saw Qiu Boran's worried face, and said with a smile: "Brother Qiu, why be polite, let's talk about our own things, and besides, you sacrifice your lives to fight with the living corpses for the thousands of living beings in Baobo Zhoucheng, I am also a few admirers, why do you have to be so angry?"

Qiu Boran smiled reluctantly, although Yang Xian said so, they didn't dare to be so presumptuous.

The Confucian sect master has the ability to command a hundred schools, and they don't dare to be presumptuous in front of Yang Xian no matter what, but when they hear Yang Xian's praise for them, several people are very excited and happy.

To be able to get the praise of the Confucian master is really a gift of a thousand gold.

Yang Xian saw him like this, and sighed secretly and said no more.

At that moment, he took Xiao Xiao's whispering hand, called the white tiger, and said goodbye to Qiu Boran and the others.

Xiao whispered that the carriage had already been renovated in Bozhou City, and a set of saddles was tailor-made for the white tiger, and at this time, out of Bozhou City, Yang Xian snorted softly, and the white tiger roared a few times in a low voice, and bowed forward.

This white tiger seems to be a different species from heaven and earth, and its endurance is so great that it is extraordinary.

Even if the BMW horse pulls the carriage for a long time, it will be tired and weak, and it will only take a long break to walk, but this white tiger pulls the tiger cart and gallops all the way, and it is not tired, and it is really longer than a mule and horse.

Yang Xian is now limited to lack of experience, and he can't tell the origin of this white tiger, but he knows that he has received this white tiger, and he may have a chance.

Demon Gate Qingmu Cliff, far away in the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Peak of Demon Cloud Prefecture, is still tens of thousands of miles away from Bozhou City, if you go slowly, I am afraid that you will not be able to reach it in two or three months.

Xiao Qingyu's identity is extraordinary, Yang Xian is not worried about himself, but he is worried about Xiao Qingyu's safety, and immediately ordered the white tiger to let go of the run, and in just one day, he walked two thousand miles.

This white tiger doesn't know where it came from, and after running for a day, it became more and more energetic.

Yang Xian once let it go on the way to the middle of the mountain, and let it go to forage for food, after it caught the prey, it did not run away or eat first, but came to honor Yang Xian and the others first.

Yang Xian was very curious in his heart, this big insect was interesting.