Qin Xian raised her head and glanced at An An, seeing tears welling up in her eyes and pressing her hand heavily on the small box, she couldn't help but froze for a moment.
At this moment, the past between him and An An flashed through his mind, and he suddenly realized that the girl in front of him was one of the few laughters he had in the ten years of confusion.
He came to his senses, stretched out his hand to push the box back, and said, "My mother gave it to you, take it."
"No, Aunt Hong gave this to her daughter-in-law. It's impossible for me now."
"..." Qin Xian's hand on the box stiffened.
"I'm leaving. Maybe I won't see you again after we say goodbye. I like Brother Qin, but we are enemies. I can't convince myself to be with you." An An lowered her head and said sadly.
"Where are you going?" Qin Xian asked.
"Jade Capital City."
"What are you doing there?"
"In addition to finding Aunt Hong's box today, I also found a note from my father. I have some things I want to finish for my father."
"I can help you!"
An An shook his head.
Then he stood up with a smile, picked up his father's memorial tablet, and said, "Brother Qin! If, I mean in case, we meet again and I still want to take revenge, will you fight back?"
Qin Xian shook her head.
An An smiled, very happily.
she left.
Qin Xian let go of her hand on the small box, and the heat rising from the steamed cakes on the table hit her face. Through the mist, she watched the girl's back gradually blurring away. He picked up the unfinished steamed cakes on the table and swallowed it in one gulp. ,hot!
Then he looked at the basin of steamed cakes, grabbed one with one hand, and kept stuffing it into his mouth until the whole mouth was full.
When there was no steamed cake left in the basin, he grabbed the hairpin in the box and said vaguely: "Mother, I have let you down again."
…
Guzi Village, ancestral hall on the top of the mountain.
In front of the three-story ancestral hall, it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop!
Nearly a hundred people stood in silence in front of the hall.
Separated between the steps of the ancestral hall and the crowd is a dark group of cavalry soldiers - the Eight Cavalry Iron Kiln.
The black cavalry dismounted and divided into two groups. One group began to display and arrange the huge bronze tripod and a complete set of ritual utensils.
A group of men and horses burned a pillar of carved incense next to it, ready to be inserted into the bronze cauldron.
The crowd in front of the ancestral hall can only be divided into factions based on the style of their hats and robes.
Da Qing Yafuzi founded the country and Confucianism flourished, so the scholars listed are Da Qing.
Daman has a strong national power, a long heritage, strict laws, many aristocratic families, and gorgeous clothes.
Behind the members of the Dashan family there was a group of soldiers wearing swords and wearing black clothes embroidered with red. They had bright eyes and were arranged in an orderly manner. No one had any fat on their bodies and they were more capable than the soldiers.
As sharp as the Eight Cavalry.
Da Yan Xiu Yi Zhili was specially trained to deal with Da Qing Baqi's warriors. However, due to the truce between the two sides, he is currently responsible for some supervision, sacrifice and guarding.
The young prince, who was guarded by the officials in embroidered clothes, looked at Da Qing's series of actions and whispered to his brother: "These Confucian scholars are really good at doing this, fancy things."
The eldest prince Ji Yao glared at his younger brother and cursed: "Shut your mouth!"
The young prince was so frightened that he stopped making a sound.
At this time, among Da Qing's group, the young man wearing a python robe, who was also the crown prince of Da Qing, looked at the rising sun and nodded to Xu Lai beside him.
After Xu Lai saluted, he stepped out from the crowd, took out the roll of tissue paper from his arms, and threw it high into the sky.
A stream of green energy flew out of the paper and went straight into the sky.
After a while, it turned into an ink dot and landed in front of the hall, causing the ground to shake.
The smoke and dust dispersed, and a stone statue wearing a beam scarf, a round-neck gown, and holding a letter stood in the center.
Prince Daqing took the lead and carefully prepared the ceremony.
Everyone in Da Qing followed suit.
No orders, just the same thing.
Statue of Yafuzi.
It is also the holy statue that was moved into the temple this time.
The temple we entered was the pavilion in front of us that the people of Zuzhou called the ancestral hall.
In the eyes of worldly practitioners, this is the Wen Mo Temple.
The word "civil and military" engraved on the plaque hanging high in front of the palace also illustrates this point.
After the worship, all the scholars present used Confucianism in front of the holy statue, and the green aura surged, and they moved the holy statue into the Man Mo Temple little by little.
On the third floor of the temple pavilion, a fat old man in gray robe was watching all this quietly.
Entering the Man Mo Temple, there are already four stone statues behind the incense table, lined up from left to right.
The first two people wear mysterious crowns and five-claw embroidered dragon robes. They should be the two emperors Wen and Wu of the ancient Yu Dynasty.
The latter two are both wearing Taoist robes, one is wearing a fishtail crown and the other is wearing a lotus crown. They are Chen and Li, the second ancestor of the Taoist sect.
Now there is one more person, Confucian sect, Yafuzi.
When the stone statue fell to the ground, everyone, not just Da Qing, offered incense and paid homage.
When everything was over, suddenly thousands of green clouds shot out from the statue of Yafuzi, rushing through the temple and covering the entire ancestral continent like a birdcage. An inexplicable force enveloped everyone. The rules of this ancestral continent have changed.
Someone exclaimed: "I can't use the power of heaven and earth here!"
"Me too, martial arts can't be summoned!"
Unlike some ignorant people who couldn't understand the reason, His Highness Da Yan said to Prince Da Qing: "Ya Fuzi is indeed overbearing in his actions, and is not at all like Confucian benevolence and etiquette first?"
Prince Daqing didn't know how to deal with it, so he only heard Xu Lai beside him say: "Your Highness is ridiculous, there are no rules, there are no rules! The way of the Yasheng is not something that we and the younger students can understand."
"Oh, I am being abrupt." His Highness Da Yan said with a slight smile.
When the two princes were having a conversation, no one else dared to say anything, but there was a burst of bickering outside the temple.
"It seems like it's over. It's all you who worked so hard to climb the mountain. Look how out of breath you are."
"Second brother, where am I? It's obviously my husband who is dragging his feet and walking too slowly." Song Qian gasped and glanced at Zhang Jian, who was slowly approaching.
"That's right. We can't come up without sir leading the way." Mo Qijia nodded.
Everyone turned around and saw a scholar leading two teenagers to the front of the temple.
"Mr. Four!"
Suddenly a beautiful figure flashed out from the crowd and jumped into Zhang Jian's arms.
Zhang Jian touched the girl's head and pretended to be displeased and said, "You little deer, don't you know how to be polite?"
The girl raised her head and said with a smile: "Isn't this why I'm so excited after not seeing you for a long time, sir?"
After speaking, he took two steps back and hugged deeply: "The student has met Mr. Four."
Mo Qijia and Song Qian behind him couldn't take their eyes away when they saw such a young girl. Song Qian swallowed his saliva and stepped forward and said, "Song Qian, I see that the girl looks very much like an old friend. Do you know her name?"
Mo Qijia twitched the corners of his lips, thinking that this method was too old-fashioned.
Liang Lusheng tilted his head and looked at Song Qian, and then asked Zhang Jian, "Sir, who are they?"
Zhang Jiandao: "Two young men from the same village."
"Your method is too old-fashioned, I don't want to say it." After saying this, the girl took Zhang Jian's hand and entered the Wenwu Temple.
Mo Qijia followed and turned to Song Qian as he passed by and said, "It's really cliche."
Song Qian said nonchalantly: "It's not expensive to recruit new people. With such a beautiful woman, as long as she can succeed, I can recruit anyone."
Seeing Zhang Jian coming in, everyone in Da Qing hugged him.
Prince Daqing said: "Mr. Fourth, long time no see."
Zhang Jian nodded and said, "It's been a long time, and now you are the prince."
Prince Daqing smiled when he heard this, changed the subject and said, "Mr. Fourth, you are a little late."
As soon as these words came out, the scholar next to him broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, and thought to himself, the prince is still very lacking, the city is too shallow, is this what you can say?
Then he hurriedly said, "Don't be surprised, Mr. Fourth. The prince just wants to say, Sir, do you want to worship the statue of Yafuzi?"
Zhang Jian's expression was as usual and he couldn't see clearly what he was thinking.
Go straight to the icon and worship.
"Xu Lai." After paying homage, Zhang Jian shouted.
Xu Lai stepped forward and said, "The students are here."
"Senior brother, are you okay?" Zhang Jian asked.
In this current Confucian sect, there are four teachers, Zhang Jian is the last, and there are three senior brothers above him.
But at this time, the question was naturally about his Xu Lai's tutor, the Confucian master Yan Fu.
"I'm sorry to worry about you, Mr. Fourth, but everything is well with my family. I often mention you and Mr. Second, and I miss you very much." Xu Lai leaned over and replied.
Zhang Jian raised the corner of his mouth and said: "You have learned the ability to lie after following my senior brother. Even if my senior brother mentions the two of us, he doesn't miss us, but blames us."
"Students don't dare." Xu Lai said softly.
His Highness Da Yan spoke up at this time: "It turns out that the Fourth Master of the Confucian Sect lives deep in this ancestral continent. No wonder there has been no news for several years. Da Yan Jiang Xi has met the Fourth Master."
Seeing Zhang Jian nodding his head, he added: "Sir, you are considered to be the person with the highest cultivation level in Da Qing here. I dare not ask you, sir, when Da Qing and my Da Qing agreed to move the holy statue into the temple, they did not mention the statue of Yafuzi." It comes with its own restrictions, I wonder what Da Qing’s intentions are when he acts like this?”
Xu Lai frowned, His Highness Da Yan was really powerful. Even though the prince of the Da Qing official family was here, he went to ask a Confucian gentleman. This was clearly a provocation.
He turned to look at his prince, and as expected, his face showed displeasure.
Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Jian said, "I just came to worship the teacher. Other matters have nothing to do with me. You can ask them." After that, he turned and walked out of the temple.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Fourth." A fat old man came down from the corner stairs in the temple, holding a purification bottle with a dewy willow branch stuck in the bottle. It was he who kept Zhang Jian in export.
Behind the crowd, the young Taoist stared deeply at the pure vase in the hands of the fat old man, or to be precise, the willow branch in the vase.
His Highness Da Yan was included, and they all knelt down on the ground and shouted loudly, "My grandson pays homage to our ancestors!"
"Greetings to His Majesty the Emperor!"
Hong Feiluan, with his sharp eyesight and quick hands, stepped forward to help the fat old man.
The fat old man smiled extremely kindly. He first excused himself from everyone, and then said to Zhang Jian: "Mr. Fourth, like me, has been in this ancestral continent for a long time. You might as well stay and listen to the news that you are about to announce. , Sir also likes it.”
Zhang Jian gave a slight salute to the fat old man and said, "Oh? I wonder what the senior is talking about?"
The fat old man smiled and said nothing. He was supported by Hong Feiluan and came to the statue of the Five Saints. He placed the pure bottle on the incense table and took out the willow branch with his right hand. While shaking the dew from the feet of the statue, he said: "Listen. Da Qing's doll said come on."
Prince Da Qing and Xu Lai looked at each other, both surprised that the fat old man seemed to have known their purpose for a long time, but it didn't matter, it was what he wanted to say.
Xu Lai cleared his throat and said: "Today, Mr. Fourth of our sect is here, and Senior Da Yan Jiang is also here. I, Da Qing, really have something to tell the world."
After a pause, he said loudly: "In compliance with your Majesty's order, and in accordance with Yafuzi's previous wish, today we will start studying in the south at the Beizu Holy Continent Kaixue Palace, recruit disciples, and practice etiquette~"
One word stirred up a thousand waves.
Everyone's expressions suddenly changed.
In particular, the young prince couldn't hold back his anger at first, pointing at Xu Lai's nose and scolding: "Fuck you, it's my great kindness to let your ancestors of the Liang family return to their hometown in glory, so you still want to put your hands into this ancestral continent?" I can’t let you open all the teaching centers in this ancestral continent!”
"Snapped"
Without waiting for everyone in Da Qing to react, Ji Yao slapped his brother to the ground.
The guards quickly helped the young prince up.
Ji Yao scolded: "For those who have no rules, our ancestors didn't say a word. Do you have the right to speak? Get out!"
