Chen Luo opened his eyes, shook his head, and finally regained consciousness.
In Chen Luo's memory, just now, he and Kun Ling were trapped by something that suddenly appeared. At the moment when their sight was almost cut off, the willow leaf on the back of his hand flickered again, and Kun Ling suddenly He blew out a bubble towards himself and wrapped it around himself.
Then the bubble burst, his vision went dark, and he lost consciousness.
"Xiao Qi, did you smell anything just now?" Chen Luo asked.
The frustrated voice of Xiao Qi came out from the store: "That fish smells so good, I can't smell other smells."
Chen Luo sighed, stood up, and looked around.
I am now standing in a place that seems to be in the middle of a mountain. When I raise my head, I can see the collapsing sky. On one side of the cave, there is a path that is only accessible to one person. The whistling sound of wind comes from the path, which should lead to the outside. .
"Could that bubble be a teleportation spell?" Chen Luo thought in his mind as he looked at the cave.
The entire cave is very flat inside, about the size of a house. In the middle of the cave, there is a big withered tree. In front of the big tree, there is a figure sitting cross-legged. The figure is wearing a blue Confucian robe. Chen Luo knew that the material of the Confucian robe was the same as the one on his body, made of silkworm brocade.
"Why is there still someone?" Chen Luo was confused, but he still saluted respectfully, "Daxuan Wan'an Bo Chen Luo, I have met my senior!"
After a while, there was no reply. Chen Luo frowned slightly, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit strange.
He raised his head again and looked at the withered old man in front of the figure. It was not conspicuous at first glance, but when Chen Luo looked carefully, the big tree seemed to suddenly turn into a towering tree, obscuring Chen Luo. All eyes on Luo. The giant tree was filled with light and overwhelming momentum.
Chen Luo was startled, took two steps back, closed his eyes suddenly, and when he opened them again, he was freed from the astonishing illusion.
The last time I felt like this was when Wen Lei saw the shadow of an ancient willow tree when Liu Zu came.
"This tree is not simple!" Chen Luo made a judgment in his mind, but he did not dare to observe rashly anymore. Instead, he was more curious about the figure sitting cross-legged in front of the tree.
He took a few steps forward and saluted again: "Junior Chen Luo, the junior disciple of the Semi-Saint Zhulin, I have met you sir!"
At this time, the figure had no reaction.
Chen Luo frowned slightly and took a few steps forward. He could barely see the face under the green Confucian robe through the blue Confucian robe, but at this sight, Chen Luo was stunned for an instant.
Under the thousand-year-old silkworm brocade, there is a set of withered bones of a human race that has been dead for who knows how many years!
Chen Luo's expression changed greatly, and he hurriedly stepped forward. The withered bones remained in a cross-sitting posture. Except for the Confucian robe on the outside, the clothes and skin, flesh, and internal organs inside had all rotted away. Broken bones could be vaguely seen on the chest.
There was a jade plaque hanging on the withered neck, and Chen Luo stretched out his hand toward the jade plaque.
The moment Chen Luo's hand came into contact with the jade plaque, the jade plaque suddenly shone brightly, and a huge amount of information poured into Chen Luo's mind. Chen Luo's movements suddenly froze, and his whole movements seemed to be pressing... The pause button just stopped...
…
Ji Zhong walked quickly and came to a mountain.
"Huh? There is no road." Ji Zhong looked at the mountains in front of him and frowned slightly, "The method taught by the young master doesn't work!"
"Forget it, do it again."
Ji Zhong picked up another branch from the ground, threw it up, and dropped it. Then he looked in the opposite direction where the branch pointed, and unexpectedly discovered that there was a trail in the mountain.
"Could it be?" Ji Zhong suddenly became energetic and immediately ran towards the trail.
The trail was very long, as if it went straight to the center of the mountain. Ji Zhong began to wonder if he was going in the wrong direction.
After walking for about half a stick of incense, Ji Zhong's eyes suddenly became clear.
"Young Master!" Ji Zhong saw Chen Luo reaching for the jade at a glance, but paused. He looked surprised and walked over quickly. After taking only two steps, he discovered that Chen Luo was the same.
Ji Zhong took out the broken sword from his waist and slowly stepped forward. When he got closer, he found that opposite Chen Luo was a withered human skeleton. Chen Luo was holding a jade plaque in his hand, his eyes were closed, but his breathing was normal and his face looked normal. Ruddy, as if falling asleep in this position.
"Dream?" Ji Zhong remembered that Song Tuizhi had said this when he was chatting with him. After general soul information is instilled into the communication jade, it will gradually disappear as time passes. But there is a kind of dream jade that can preserve the soul information for a long time, but when reading it, it will enter a dream-like state.
This kind of reading cannot be interrupted, otherwise at least the message will disappear, and at worst the person reading will be immersed in a dream state and unable to wake up.
Ji Zhong quickly covered his mouth, walked quietly to the side and sat down, planning to wait for Chen Luo to wake up. At this moment, his ears moved, and a voice came from the wind in the passage.
"Grandpa, this is it."
Ji Zhong stood up and walked outside.
At this time, no one can disturb Chen Luo!
…
Chifuhara.
Tian Xiangwan and Wang Bu returned, and Ye Dafu was running quickly on the plain.
Tian Xiangwan seemed to have some secret method that could lock the direction, and brought Wang Bugui and Ye Dafu with him. Ye Dafu frowned slightly, increased his speed, and next to Tian Xiangwan, he said through a message: "Mr. Tian, what you are locking is not My eldest brother?"
Tian Xiangwan shook his head: "Fang Xiujie had a folding fan, and we tampered with it. What I'm focusing on now is the position of that folding fan."
Ye Dafu glanced at Tian Xiangwan: "What is your identity?"
Tian Xiangwan was silent.
Ye Dafu: "I am the Crown Prince of Daxuanjing!"
Tian Xiangwan hesitated for a moment: "I am Tian Xiangwan, an assistant teacher at Zheliu Academy, and I am also Chunyu Wei Qianying, the Xuan Division of Daxuan Town."
Ye Dafu was slightly startled: "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. Spring Rain Guard! What on earth are you checking?"
Tian Xiangwan thought for a while and said, "Thirty years ago, the Song family's heart was stolen!"
"Twenty years ago, Li Jiawen's heart was stolen!"
“Ten years ago, Ma’s heart was stolen!”
"Six years ago, the literary scholar of the Zhang family died in a barbarian battle. It is said that his body was taken away by the barbarians."
"But the Northern King didn't find any clues that the barbarians took away the body of Zhang family's great scholar."
"The person who fought alongside the Zhang family scholar at that time was a Fang family scholar. He also said that the body was taken away."
Ye Dafu frowned: "Do you doubt the Fang family?"
Tian Xiangwan nodded: "After all, Wenxin also has another role, that is, it can replenish the world of Confucianism and repair the wounds of the holy way."
"That person from the Fang family..."
Ye Dafu understood instantly: "You mean the one who was crippled by the Bamboo Saint?"
Tian Xiangwan nodded: "The origin of the literary heart that Wan Anbo obtained is unknown. The Fang family has made things difficult for Wan Anbo several times, and even offended Zhulin again, just to get the literary heart."
"According to our investigation, Fang Xiujie was not going to participate in the Crystal Demon World this time, but was personally ordered by the head of the Fang family to replace the clan members who were originally going to participate."
"And Fang Xiujie is the direct grandson of that one."
"If it is really the Fang family, and the King of Zhen is paying attention to the outside world, the Fang family has no chance to take action. It is most convenient to cover up within the collapsed world, and even the King of Zhen may not be able to deduce it."
Ye Dafu frowned: "With the Bamboo Sage's temper, which one is not afraid of being crippled again even if he succeeds?"
"I'm afraid that the Fang family is well prepared this time. If the Bamboo Sage takes action, he will encounter a thunderous counterattack. You know, there are many enemies in the bamboo forest." Tian Xiangwan sighed, "This is the last thing the king wants to see. things to come.”
After Ye Dafu heard this, he couldn't help but shiver all over, and a terrible thought came to his mind.
Perhaps this is part of a trap.
"Then why bother? Find Fang Xiujie quickly and beat him to death!"
…
Outside the mountain road, Ji Zhong walked out slowly. His eyes narrowed and he saw a familiar figure.
"Fang Xiujie?"
Ji Zhong blocked the entrance and said: "Master Fang, my son has important matters inside and it is not convenient to meet with people. You should find Yunmu somewhere else."
Fang Xiujie chuckled, as if talking to himself: "Grandpa, this man's name is Ji Zhong, and he is Chen Luo's personal guard. He said that Chen Luo is in that cave, so he should be right."
Ji Zhong frowned slightly: "Fang Xiujie, don't pretend to be a ghost. If you move forward, I will take action."
The strange awe-inspiring righteousness in Fang Xiujie's eyes surged out again and enveloped Fang Xiujie's body. Fang Xiujie's eyes instantly turned cold, and when he opened his mouth again, there was an old voice.
"You are pure and upright and a top-notch genius. How could you be willing to be someone else's protector?"
"I can't bear to kill innocent children. Now you make a Confucian oath not to leak what happened today. Then you will go back to our house with Xiu Jie. How about I accept you as a book boy?"
"My scholar's status is comparable to that of the legitimate son of a noble family!"
Chen Luo said nothing, raised his hand and pointed the blade of the broken sword at "Fang Xiujie".
"One more step forward and I will take action."
"Stubborn!" "Fang Xiujie" raised his leg and appeared in front of Ji Zhong in an instant. Ji Zhong opened his mouth and was about to use "Export into a Chapter" when "Fang Xiujie" snorted softly and Chen Luo felt a heavy blow on his chest. With one blow, the righteousness that had just been gathered collapsed.
Confucianism in the Confucian realm and the dignity of the teacher.
Those who are teachers should not be insulted.
Ji Zhong sighed and spit out a mouthful of blood: "You are a bullshit teacher!"
After saying that, he once again mobilized the awe-inspiring righteousness around him, and was about to counterattack, "Fang Xiujie" waved his hand, and a green ruler condensed in the air, hitting Ji Zhong. Ji Zhong couldn't avoid it, and was hit by the green ruler. He hit the rock hard and the rock exploded. Ji Zhong's blood poured out of his mouth like it was free of charge, and he fell heavily to the ground.
"Ji Zhong, you are only a Confucian scholar in the poetry realm. My grandfather is a master in the preaching realm at this time, which is a whole big difference. I think you should follow my grandfather's suggestion and join my Fang family."
Fang Xiujie's voice sounded. He saw that his grandfather did not kill Ji Zhong in two consecutive blows, which showed that his grandfather really cherished his talent. Although he was slightly jealous, he still spoke.
"If you join the Fang family, you and I will be brothers. It's better than being a little guard!"
The old voice also sounded again: "Boy, you can't do it once again, but you can't do it three times again. I saw that you read "Spring and Autumn" and became a Taoist, so I thought of cherishing your talents."
"Chunqiu? You are worthy of speaking of Spring and Autumn!" Ji Zhong stood up with support. The blood in his mouth was mixed with some broken internal organs, and he spat it out.
"I have searched through the Spring and Autumn Period, but I can't find the words 'faithfulness' and 'righteousness'. I said that being the young master's bodyguard means being the young master's bodyguard."
He hunched over, but still slowly raised the broken blade in his hand, pointing at "Fang Xiujie".
"I say it again, this road is dead!"
"Fang Xiujie" trembled slightly, and the old voice was a little cold: "Huh, he turns out to be a fool!"
"Fang Xiujie" raised his hand and squeezed it hard. Ji Zhong seemed to be caught by this hand, and all the bones in his body were squeezed "gurgle". In the severe pain, Ji Zhong seemed to be in a trance, and he seemed to see a figure from behind. , a figure with only one leg but running without hesitation.
"Fool……"
A tear dropped from the corner of Ji Zhong's eyes, and almost at the same time, the shadow of a roll of bamboo slips appeared behind him.
The moment the phantom of the bamboo slip appeared, a bright blue light emitted, instantly erasing "Fang Xiujie's" Confucianism. Ji Zhong fell to the ground. He raised his head and saw an incredible expression on "Fang Xiujie's" calm face.
"Sir, Xiao Ji is going to break the promise."
"After today, Xiao Ji can no longer be your guard."
Ji Zhong murmured, slowly stood up, and the bamboo slips behind him also opened...
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