At dawn, the heavy rain turned into light rain, as fine as cow hair, falling on the mountain flowers and trees in the high mountains.
A winged Mohist Flying Eagle Spirit Treasure Ship whizzed by.
Xin Zhuo sat in the corner of the Lingbao Ship with Xiao Huang carrying the dead bones on his back, scanning the mountains, rivers and dense forests, and fell into deep thought.
The person who invited me must be Huang Taigai. This should be the second trial person he has seen, and he was still close to him. To be honest, he felt a little complicated and uneasy.
He didn't even know what kind of identity he should face when he saw Huang Taigai, and what should he say?
Where are those people and what happened?
There was no point in asking what he couldn't say.
Also, Huang Taigai actually knew that he was in Weiyang City, but what was he going to do by inviting him and people from Da Luo and Dayan to come together?
He looked at Qing Guzi and Wang Baidu on the side, and found that they were also looking at him with complicated expressions.
Xin Zhuo didn't know much about the place "Rushan", but Daluo and Dayan disciples were very familiar with "Rushan". It was a place that was unwilling to dispute with the outside world and only practiced sage knowledge and martial arts, but had a profound background. The unique existence of the saint, the saint personally invited, and several people could not refuse. Since Xin Zhuo was also invited, they could not continue to take action.
Therefore, the two Qing Guzi relaxed their hostility towards Xin Zhuo and instead developed a sense of curiosity.
Seeing Xin Zhuo's eyes, Qing Guzi's face hardened and he looked into the distance.
On the other hand, Wang Baidu smiled and said: "Brother Xin's martial arts skills are indeed impressive. I have learned from you, and I still have lingering fears."
The speech is straightforward.
Xin Zhuo nodded: "Yes."
Um?
Wang Bai was choked up after reading the words, and for a long time he didn't know what to say.
At this time, Dayan Sect's Xuezang's voice came from the front: "I wonder what the Masters of Confucianism Mountain mean by inviting us...?"
It seemed like he had been holding back his words for a long time.
Ling Gucheng also adjusted the tassel hanging down from the vertical crown and said: "According to the wishes of the saint, there is an old friend of Xin Zhuo in Rushan. Could it be that Rushan intends to protect Xin Zhuo?"
Xin Zhuo looked over subconsciously, and Wang Baidu and Qing Guzi also looked over immediately.
"hehe."
The Saint Peacock of Confucian Mountain, sitting cross-legged in the front, has a slender and straight figure. The neck exposed by the collar of the Confucian shirt is also as white and as tender as jade. The Confucian aura emanating from her whole body seems to make people feel admired and respected without using any martial arts. Respect, but what she said was filled with unparalleled confidence and heroic spirit:
"Rushan has never been involved in the world's disputes for countless years, and has no intention of protecting anyone, but... if you want to protect Xin Zhuo, why do you need to use the word "please"? Why do you need the consent of Daluo and Dayan?"
Ling Gucheng and Xue Zang looked a little embarrassed. They could not refute the words of Saint Peacock. Medieval classics once recorded that Confucianism Mountain did not compete with the world, but it never discussed things with others. Thousands of years ago, there was a great super sect. There was a conflict between the family and Confucianism. In an instant, the entire family was massacred by Confucian scholars, and the quasi-sage master also fled elsewhere. From then on, he changed his name and surname, and never dared to mention any grudges.
Ling Gucheng coughed lightly: "Then..."
Peacock looked solemn and said: "Two things. First, the name of Haotian. I heard that there is a Haotian sect under Da Luo. These two words cannot be used again, otherwise the three thousand Confucian monks will not follow. Since you are the direct disciple of Dongfang, you will naturally You convey it.”
"throat……"
Xuezang and Wang Baidu lowered their heads and almost laughed out loud.
It is rumored that "Haotian" is the sage teacher of Confucianism in the ancient times and the first great emperor of Confucianism. He later ascended to heaven and founded the Heavenly Court. He became the first generation of immortal emperors and suppressed the world and the world for countless years. The Immortal Emperor who established the Immortal Rules of Heaven.
Although it is just a myth and legend, and it also has the intention of opposing the warriors of the world, after all, he is the supreme sage of the Confucian sect. It is really ridiculous that a mere large sect dares to use the name "Haotian Sect".
Ling Gucheng immediately explained: "The sect of the younger generation has been suppressed by the immortal rules of heaven for a long time. It can only survive after the golden age of martial arts arrives. It lives with little grass and grass. There is not much knowledge. It just wants to be domineering and deafening. In the world of mortals, There are even warriors named Ba Tian, Zhen Tian, Yu Yu, Hong Huang, Invincible, Immortal Lord, and Great Emperor. Those who don’t know are not surprised.
Of course, I will definitely report to Master when I return to the sect, except for these two words. "
Saint Peacock nodded, waved her sleeves and said: "The second thing is that the Confucian Saint's remnant jade is opened, and outstanding warriors below the quasi-sage within a radius of thousands of miles can participate in the epiphany. You are here to meet, so I am specially invited!"
The expressions of Ling Gucheng, Xue Zang and Qing Guzi changed slightly, and then they showed a hint of emotion and nodded: "That's it!"
"The Confucian Sage's Remnant Bi" is a stone jade handed down from Confucianism through the ages. No one knows what is on it, but anyone who has seen it can't deny its charm. It is said that those who understand it will benefit greatly.
So it's a good thing that "Rushan" invites him for this matter.
Xin Zhuo, who had been silent all this time, also looked slightly moved, and he suddenly realized that he was good at this kind of thing!
"so……"
Xuezang suddenly turned his head delicately and looked at Xin Zhuo, "After this incident, Xin Zhuo will kill and behead him as he pleases, and Rushan will never ask a question?"
Saint Peacock didn't say anything, just smiled lightly.
Xin Zhuo glanced at Xue Zang lightly and rubbed Xiao Huang's head.
Xiao Huang cooperated and raised his butt to Xuezang.
Xuezang sneered and turned back.
"Whoosh——"
The Flying Eagle Lingbao was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye for dozens of miles, a thick fog suddenly appeared in front of it, like a strange formation barrier. Through the fog, the front suddenly became clear——
It was a huge continuous pavilion building. A huge statue first came into view. The statue was an old man, dressed in a Confucian robe. He held a roll of bamboo slips in his hands on his back. He looked up at the sky and was not close yet. It makes people feel a sense of great righteousness.
Surrounding the statue are a complex of colorful pavilions with carved beams and painted beams, varying in height. Among them are fairy flowers and herbs, cranes, and spiritual animals. Countless Confucian disciples with wide robes and long sleeves and a strong scholarly atmosphere walk among them in an orderly manner.
Looking down from a high place, one can't help but feel excited. Even ordinary people have become a bit more elegant when they get here.
When the Flying Eagle Spirit Treasure Ship slowly landed on a stone platform extending into the sea of clouds, three Confucian male disciples and three Confucian female disciples came forward. They were all in the Yangshi and Lingtai realms, and they all controlled their strength to stabilize themselves. Lingbao Spaceship, then stood in awe and bowed.
Saint Peacock Shi Shiran walked down and looked back: "Rushan has his own arrangements, I'll go ahead."
Leaving gracefully.
The four people in Ling Gucheng turned back to look at Xin Zhuo. Before they could speak, they saw the six waiting Confucian disciples looking at Xin Zhuo with strange eyes, and then saluted: "Invite you, distinguished guest!"
One of the female disciples led Xin Zhuo alone, not walking with the four people from Ling Gucheng, through a pavilion and a stone path, and went straight into the depths.
When they reached a deserted place, the female disciple suddenly turned around. Even though the scholar's shirt tried hard to hide it, the waves were still undulating, and she said with a smile: "Does your Majesty remember me?"
Xin Zhuo looked carefully and said, "Huh? Who are you?"
(End of chapter)
