The green shirt is called the green shirt.

He originally had a surname, but he was still a young man after all, so when his teacher Sun Ce said something to him that day, he decided not to have a surname.

Why should the guardian of Confucianism be an outsider.

It is necessary for a sword cultivator who does not enter the stream and who does not live long to provide.

He couldn't understand what his uncle was thinking.

But he will prove to his teacher and his uncle that he is right, and he is the guardian of this Confucianism and the way of the teacher who should be passed down.

So when he heard that Ye Bai came back from outside the territory.

Not much of a surprise.

If Ye Bai can't even do the simple things that seem simple to him, then he is not qualified to be his opponent, a person has friends and happiness in his life, but it is not a lucky thing to be able to be such an opponent who is slowly surpassed by himself.

He is here today to teach the guqin.

He heard that Ye Bai was also coming to learn the piano, so he came in person, the fourth son, in fact, should have his name, but he was willing to be lonely, he hoped that at the Gathering Immortals, he could be a blockbuster, so that the world could see his efforts, his persistence, and everything about him.

Confucianism is all he has.

Qingyi watched Ye Bai walk in.

Eyes nodded.

Ye Bai looked at the green shirt.

The two met for the second time, and Ye Bai didn't realize how the green shirt was, but he just regarded it as a friend who had met once.

So nodded faintly.

Like a meeting in the water.

Meeting like this makes Tsing Yi very angry, because if you regard one person as your lifelong rival, and the other person does not take you seriously at all, but only as a nodding friend, then this is the most embarrassing thing.

Qingyi looked at Ye Bai.

There was no trace of attention in Ye Bai's eyes, so he felt very bad, although he was low-key, but among the Confucian disciples, everyone respected him, and he didn't talk about Wu Zibo as an opponent because he thought that Wu Zibo had not yet reached the level of being able to threaten him.

He was a proud man.

But this proud person is a little embarrassed now, of course, and the embarrassment is only deep in his heart, and the students around him don't feel so embarrassed.

It's just that the position made by Ye Bai is empty.

Confucian disciples are now divided into academies and sects.

The Qingshan, Ye Bai, and Wu Zibo of the sect.

There are also some disciples.

The same is true of the people of the Six Gates.

There are also some who can't cultivate, or don't want to cultivate, and prefer to walk the world, just like the original Confucian disciples.

These disciples studied Confucian classics, ritual music,

Most of the disciples here are Confucian academics.

Ye Bai, a disciple with a bloody smell, was a little out of place, he didn't know what Teacher Kong Zhong wanted him to do here, but he still came.

Maybe wash all the lead and look plain.

Maybe it's the mountains.

Or just want Ye Bai to have more talents.

Tsing Yi suddenly became a little angry, he was a proud person, he thought that these disciples were a little faceless and skinless.

So he moved.

He pointed to the distance and said, "Why are you like this?"

A disciple said: "Such a person who drinks blood. ”

Ye Bai smiled, the lion smiled at the sheep, but he was also interested in the young man in front of him.

How about he wanted to take a look at the green shirt?

Qingshan said: "In ancient times, you and I were like this, and Ru Mao drank blood, don't you think that there are such people to keep my Confucianism prosperous, and in the Confucian scriptures, equality is everywhere"

Sprinkled with water.

Qingyi said indifferently.

Ye Bai looked over at the moment and admired this rather individual green shirt.

Tsing Yi nodded.

Looking at these disciples, who were not far away from Ye Bai, and did not delve into it, they played the strings and said, "Let's talk about the piano today." ”

"The rhythm is 13 emblems, the instrument of ritual music, belongs to the silk among the eight tones, the vocal range is wide, the timbre is deep, the aftersound is melodious, it is said that it is created by the ancients Fuxi, the relatives of Fuxi, a string, seven feet long, two villages"

Ye Bai listened.

It's boring.

He was a bit like a student in his previous life who was forced to listen to a lot of classes he didn't like.

Sleepiness is on the head.

Ye Baixin said: "It seems that I really don't have the talent to learn the piano." ”

Tsing Yi talked all morning.

Ye Bai slept all morning.

Qingshan looked at Ye Bai helplessly, Ye Bai rubbed his eyes, a little embarrassed.

Tsing Yi nodded.

Suddenly, he said, "Don't come tomorrow." ”

Ye Bai nodded.

Qingyi said: "I'll teach you myself, but I hope you can try a game or two with me." ”

Ye Bai said: "Why?"

Qingshan said: "There's no reason, I just want to see your strength." "The current students have left one after another, leaving only Ye Bai and Qingshan.

Ye Bai saw a touch of pride and a touch of fighting intent in the eyes of the green shirt.

He didn't know where this fighting spirit came from.

But he nodded the same way, this is what he likes, Guqin Ye Bai thought about it, or forget it.

Tsing Yi spoke.

Suddenly, he said, "Something." Uncle Zi is not here, I have to come forward. ”

Ye Bai also heard some noisy things, and he also felt a little surprised by the ear power of the green shirt, but he was not very optimistic about the strength of the green shirt, and his current strength had reached a peak.

Although Qingyi is a Confucian disciple, his practice is also divided according to the realm of practice.

Tsing Yi is now in the middle stage of foundation building.

But it's still not in Ye Bai's eyes.

At the Gathering Immortals Meeting, the only thing Ye Bai paid attention to was that Lei Gongzi, and his sister was also at the top of his strength, he had to defeat that person, and then leave with his sister, or during this period, he still had to follow the Confucianism into Zhongzhou to fight the younger generation of monks in the world to practice swords.

Then break open the heavens and the earth.

Heaven and earth will fall.

That's his plan.

"You practice. ”

"I'll take a look. ”

Tsing Yi smiled reluctantly.

He headed in the direction of the noise

In the distance, Tsing Yi looked over there.

It was a man dressed in black clothes, who was sitting in front of the Confucian Academy, holding a fan in his hand at the moment, and then said to the Confucian disciples in the distance.

"In the ink dance, the ink of the ink is not the ink of the Mozi. ”

"May one person pick all the Confucian disciples. All six arts are acceptable. ”

"Kick the gym. ”

Qingshan is a little strange, but he is also relieved, there are some people who are too forgetful, and there will be some people who are so obsessed with cultivation, not all of them are cold and cold, and they have no more than seven emotions and six desires.

But now there are too few people who can come out of Confucianism.

Yutai Bingyue took away some of the disciples who had just cultivated a little.

So now.

White Deer Academy is really a academy.

"I hope I can give one or two instructions, otherwise I still invite Confucian disciples, it's better to teach, and you are still not suitable for cultivation. Mo Wu looked at the people around and no one cared about him, he said to himself. He has already used these Confucian disciples as a test stone.

His eyes were full of contempt.

Qingshan's silent eyes thought deeper, Taishang forgot the way, Lingtian Miaodao, it seems that there is also a balance between the sects, Confucianism is strong, although it seems to be weak now, but the potential and the influence on the world are unlimited.

Tsing Yi didn't make a move.

None of the four disciples made a move.

They are all waiting for Tsing Yi to speak, Tsing Yi Master Sun Ce can't make a move, where is the seniority, if he makes a move, then Confucianism really has no face.

So the current situation is very embarrassing.

The green shirt looked at a disciple.

This disciple is a very outstanding disciple of the younger generation, and at this moment, his eyes glanced at the green shirt and nodded and walked out.

Then draw your sword.

The sword followed.

The Confucian Haoran Righteous Qi Sword and Ye Bai are the same, but he is taking the road of breaking the law, compared to Ye Bai's way of support, it is much sharper, of course, it can't say who is good and whose is bad, it's just that the two are not suitable.

The man put the fan back.

Transform into a sword.

He smiled and said, "I will use whatever you use in the six arts of Confucianism." You can compare you to Lile, I can do it, Confucian disciples are really ignorant, I am too forgetful, I am the orthodoxy of this Southern Regions, you are too low-level. ”

Haoran's sword aura is rampant.

This Confucian disciple worked hard enough.

Haoran's sword has already had a bit of fire, and the action of drawing the sword brings Haoran righteousness. It's already a bit of a broken law.

Sword movement.

The two swords intersected, making a sound of swords colliding, and the sword of Taishang Forgetfulness was just a conjure, but now it was a real sound.

syllable

The sword parted as soon as it was collected.

When the sword moves again.

This disciple's wrist was already bleeding continuously.

Tsing Yi looked at it.

It is the disciple sword who knows that this is too forgetful of love, and it has reached a peak.

The man also recognized Tsing Yi and said, "I heard that your piano is amazing, can you teach you a lesson or two." ”

Tsing Yi was silent.

He agrees like this now, so he thinks that this Confucian sect is already inferior to Taishang Forgetfulness in terms of swordsmanship, so he can't say it, but if he doesn't say it, it doesn't mean that Mo Wu can't say it, Mo Wu looks like he came prepared today.

He smiled.

Wiped it off the back.

Conjured up a long black box, just now I tested the kendo, this ink dance has been carrying such a thing, and it can still be defeated, so it is really a little scary.

The Confucian disciples around saw it clearly, and they also understood.

I am even more afraid of this ink dance.

But the most fearful thing is the green shirt, he knows what the black box is, it is the guqin, and inside the box is the guqin, and it is one of the four famous qins.

He could feel the joy of the harp.

That's not the joy of the ink dance itself, but the joy of the guqin itself, the famous qin has spirituality, although the Qingshan piano skills are amazing, but in comparison, it is missing a weapon to take advantage of, and the first thing is to fall a lot.

Mo Wu ignored this.

Suddenly laughed, opened the black box, and then flicked it lightly, the sound was like Hong Zhong Dalu.

Mo Wu's face turned pale.

He knew he couldn't win anyway.