Elder Wang, the pinnacle of the Great Venerable, is a figure of the same generation as the old fox, and he is the elder of the Third Academy, and his identity is extremely noble.

Even Liu Huanxue, the current president of the Confucius Institute, had to salute him as a junior when he saw him, and respectfully called Wang Lao.

But it was such a respected senior, but at this time, the excited old face was red, and even fine sweat appeared on his nervous forehead.

Seeing Elder Wang walking towards them excitedly, Mu Chen sighed helplessly, knowing that it was impossible to continue pretending to be a "new life" now.

On the side, Du Shuyuan, who didn't know it, thought that it was the new students she brought who inadvertently offended Elder Wang, and hurriedly took a step forward with her slender beautiful legs and rushed in front of Mu Chen and the others.

"What's the matter with you guys! Don't you apologize to Elder Wang right away!"

She scolded, but secretly kept glaring at them.

At this time, Elder Wang had already arrived in front of him.

"Elder, the freshmen are young and ignorant, don't take it to heart, I'll let them apologize to you. The girl hurriedly said.

The old man was in a cold sweat when he heard this, this is the honorary elder of the three courtyards and a group of honorary elders, and he is still a legendary figure with a title.

Don't worship the saint, don't kneel to the emperor, the lord of the city salutes when he sees people, and the sage bends down opposite.

Let such a group of cattle apologize to him, not to mention that he is just a third-elder elder, even the emperor can't stand it.

Wait, they seem to be bending down to themselves, this is going to be a long life!

Thinking of this, Elder Wang's face turned pale, and he was about to bow to Mu Chen and the others.

"Elder Wang, I can't help it. ”

Mu Chen stopped his movements, and the new students around him, including Du Shuyuan, were all dumbfounded.

What is the situation? The dignified three elders actually wanted to salute a group of freshmen, and their attitude was still so extremely respectful.

In fact, if you count them by generation, although Muchen is a sage, after all, they are too young to be worthy of the other party's great gift.

But the problem is that their identity is too detached, they have the sons of the human race with serious titles, and the prosperity of the Three Courts is also because of them.

It can be said that in the hearts of the world, Mu Chen and these people are the new hundred schools, and the leader Mu Chen is the same as Kong Sheng among the sons.

Du Shuyuan is a smart woman, and after being shocked, she quickly remembered a possibility, and looked at the "new student" in front of her who made her feel very familiar.

The little turtle slowly climbed from Mu Chen's arms to his head, and then, the method of changing the world dispersed, and a group of people officially appeared.

Deathly silence.

The freshmen looked mechanically at the statue not far away, and then at them.

The next moment, the screams burst through the sky.

......

"Wood Dust is back!"

When the news spread, it quickly alarmed the entire Confucius Institute, and all the students immediately flocked to the Confucius Institute, even the senior students who were in retreat.

Soon, the entire Baijia Square was densely surrounded and impassable.

Looking at the nearly 30,000 students around him, Mu Chen's head became big on the spot.

The elders stepped forward to greet them one after another.

"I'm back. ”

"It's been many years, but we old bones think about it. ”

"The freshmen of the past few years want to see you, and they want to go crazy. ”

"Be sure to stay at the academy for a while longer. ”

After the greetings, Luo Siyuan couldn't help but ask, "What day is today? Isn't the school city built a long time ago, why are there still so many students staying here?"

"Today is the day of the 100 schools of preaching once every half month. An old man surnamed Zhao replied.

This is also the tradition of the three academies, and since the establishment of the academy, the hundred schools of thought have held a public sermon every half month.

Regardless of race, there are no boundaries, anyone can come and listen.

Back in ancient times, the preaching of the Hundred Schools of Thought was not only a major event of the Academy, but also a major event of the Human Race.

The sages themselves talked about the Tao, and this was a great opportunity, which would always attract countless cultivators, and it would be prosperous.

In particular, the sermons of Confucius Sheng, even the emperors and foreign lords would come to listen to the sermons, and their influence spread throughout the world.

Of course, these are all in the past.

With the fall of many sons, although the preaching of the hundred schools of thought has continued, its influence has begun to decline like a cliff, and fewer and fewer people have arrived.

Later, most of the people who came to listen to the sermon were students from the three academies, and outsiders were almost negligible.

Prosperity must decline.

This is also the pain in the hearts of the presidents and elders of the past generations, although they all want to restore the glory of the hundred schools of preaching, but their strength is not enough.

Just like in this life, the deans of the three academies are only at the peak of the Great Venerable, and although the preaching of a strong person at this level is also attractive, it does not have much effect on the cultivators above the Venerable level.

Bang Bang Bang!

The courtyard bell rings, melodious, and the sound is very far.

This is the bell that indicates the beginning of the preaching of a hundred schools.

The students around the square originally wanted to pay more respects to Muchen and the others, but when they heard the bell, they had to find a place to sit down.

The preaching of the hundred schools of thought is not only a tradition left by the ancestors, but also has a very important significance to the three courts, and no one dares to destroy this sacred moment.

Everyone closed their voices, no one made a noise, and waited quietly for the sermon to begin.

This time, the preacher was Elder Wang.

The bell rang nine times and stopped, and Elder Wang walked into the center of the square, first burning incense to worship the heavens and the earth, singing praises to the ancestors, and then stretched out his hand to grab the sky, and the white clouds fell, transforming into a futon.

However, he didn't sit down, but said to the students around him: "I invite Mu Zi Muchen, the honorary elder of the Third Academy, to preach for everyone!"

Not far away, Mu Chen was stunned.

At this time, the students in the audience could no longer hold back the surging mood, and they all chanted Mu Chen's name.

Elder Wang walked up to him and said respectfully: "The Great Elder is here, the old man doesn't dare to get an axe in front of you, and he asks the Great Elder to explain the way for us." ”

"It's not good. He hesitated.

Seeing this, the other elders opened their mouths to persuade each other.

"Great Elder, please don't shirk, among the three courts, there is no one more suitable to open the altar and preach than you. ”

"It is a blessing for us to be able to listen to the voice of the Great Elder. ”

"With your status in the minds of the students, no one present is incomparable, and it is to worship your descendants, and this hundred schools of preaching are none other than you. ”

"Oh well. ”

After saying this, Mu Chen naturally couldn't refuse, and walked towards the center of the square without hurrying.

When everyone saw that Mu Chen had really walked into the square, they were all so excited that they couldn't help themselves, and some female students even excitedly scratched the uniforms of the people next to them.

Facing nearly 30,000 students, Mu Chen settled down and stretched out his hand to make a downward motion.

In an instant, there was silence.

On the other side, Elder Wang used his magical powers to move the statue of Mu Chen behind him, because the former sons were also in front of their own statues during the sermon.

Looking at his statue, Mu Chen smiled helplessly and sat cross-legged on the futon.