Goose Lake Academy.
The lifeless cemetery was empty and tidy.
On the altar table, there were only pieces of spiritual tablets left.
Some are dim, while others are shimmering.
The surnames on the spirit tablets are all - Lu!
In front of the altar table, a slightly unreal figure stood there, staring at the pieces of the Lu family's spiritual tablets with a sigh in his eyes.
"Abandoning all your glory, you are willing to bury yourself at your peak, hide all your glory, and just wait for the great age to come."
"It's really hard on you!"
A faint voice came from this figure's mouth.
Boom, boom, boom!
Among the densely packed coffins behind the spiritual tablets, sudden noises came from each coffin, and a strong fighting spirit seemed to come out of the coffins!
It seems like the next second, they will break out of the coffin!
The figure waved his hand, and the tyrannical light instantly suppressed these coffins.
"There's no need for this! The time has not come yet, and it's not yet time for you to show up! This time I came to the Lu family's ancestral hall just for the sake of Lu Chi, a descendant of the Lu family."
As soon as these words came out, the sound suddenly stopped.
In a coffin slightly to the back, the coffin board was pushed open with great force.
A rough figure stood up suddenly.
His face looked slightly older, he was draped in an animal skin, with white skulls on his left and right shoulders, a dark golden chain around his waist, and two hammers the size of sea bowls hung on his back!
Look at the name on his spiritual tablet. His surname is Lu and his name is Shan Ming!
He is Lu Chi’s direct ancestor!
As soon as he opened his mouth, the surrounding coffins buzzed.
"Bitterness is our voluntary choice! What's more, this is also the ambition of our ancestors! From the moment the mind science was born, the war with Neo-Confucianism has begun, and is destined to last for a long time!"
"And your appearance just proves that we are doing the right thing! We are willing to turn into the foundation, just so that one day, the glory of Xinxue will envelope this world!"
Lu Shanming jumped up from the coffin, came to the illusory figure, and bowed, "Lu Shanming, I have met Mr. Yang Ming!"
Wang Yun looked at him and nodded slightly: "It's Shan Ming!"
Lu Shanming grinned, and the chains and hammers on his body made a clanging sound: "Mr. Yangming, could something have happened to that bastard Lu Chi?"
You know, through the blood induction, he knew that his brat Lu Chi had been promoted to a semi-saint!
Such talent, so outstanding!
Definitely his type!
"Something did happen."
Wang Yun nodded and briefly told the story about Nanchang Mansion.
"I only have one spiritual thought here, and I can't move lightly. My true body has important matters and I have left this world temporarily. Therefore, you, Shan Ming, need to go and find out the matter in Nanchang Mansion in person!"
"The secret of Nanchang Mansion is obscure, Zhu Zi's handiwork is hidden in it, and the deposed emperor's lineage is active in it. It involves the dynasty's struggle for the dragon, so you should proceed with caution!"
Wang Yun warned.
"Dare you plot against my great grandson?!"
Lu Shanming's eyes were fierce, he looked at Wang Yun, and nodded heavily, "Mr. Yangming, please don't worry, leave this matter to me!"
Wang Yun looked at him, waved his hand, and a ray of holy power swayed out.
Vaguely, a trace of holy power came to Lu Shanming!
"With my Holy Power, you can have the power of a heavy tower for two hours, so you can deal with any unexpected situation."
"Thank you Mr. Yangming!"
Lu Shanming bowed.
Wang Yun looked at him, and his figure slowly disappeared into the void.
Lu Shanming watched him disappear, grinned widely, jumped out of the Lu's ancestral hall, threw off his two long legs, and ran towards Nanchang Mansion!
"Dear grandson, I'm here to save you!"
Along the way, hammers and chains clanked behind me.
I was so excited that I forgot that there was nothing on the table in front of my spiritual tablets!
Seeing his figure go away, Wang Yun's figure slowly emerged in the void, fluttering and flickering, as if a breeze could disperse it.
"Holy power, holy power..."
He murmured to himself and raised his head to look up at the sky, "Although I don't want to control the holy power in the world, nor do I have the intention to overpower everything in the world, but after all, I am unwilling to give up this world to those people I hate!"
As the words dispersed, so did the figures.
Nanchang Mansion.
Yang Fan arranged for Liu Rushi and others to stay in the small inn courtyard that Han Qianyun and others had rented before.
The entire small courtyard suddenly became filled with a lot of powdery air, which made Nie Bao's disciples and grandchildren not far away have their eyes red with envy.
Look at what this saint’s disciple did!
Young, wealthy, and charming!
Surrounded by all the beauties, all of them are disciples!
Look at them again. They are surrounded by strong young men. Four or five of them are crowded into a guest room every day. Looking at each other, they all feel pretty!
It's not their fault either.
Literary education is difficult to achieve, and all those under the great Confucianism are ordinary people. Therefore, since they start practicing literary education, they basically have to practice martial arts as well, and first use martial arts to strengthen their bodies.
A strong body is full of energy, which is more conducive to learning.
However, their family is not that well-off. Even with the help of teachers or masters, their lives are quite tight.
Xiu said he was going to Mianhuasuliu. He didn't even have enough money to buy books, so he could only borrow books and copy them, and one by one he made his right hand extra strong.
Where have I ever seen a beauty of Qinhuai Ba Yan’s level?
I can never forget what I saw, and it haunts me in my dreams.
And at this time.
Yang Fan sat in the main seat, Liu Rushi and others sat in the subordinate positions.
"So, Yu Jing is the only one who has not broken through to Great Confucianism yet, but you and others have all broken through to Great Confucianism?"
Liu Rushi and others nodded repeatedly.
Bian Yujing showed an expression of shame: "Teacher, the students are stupid and the progress is a little slow, but I have already touched the threshold. In a day or two, I may be able to break through!"
"good!"
Yang Fan was also very happy.
The seeds he planted at the beginning did not expect to blossom and bear fruit so quickly, which surprised him.
It can only show how talented these eight beauties of Qinhuai are!
I actually got a big deal!
When Bian Yujing breaks through, he will be one of the Eight Great Confucians, and he will be truly magnificent!
"When the time comes, I may be able to teach the Tao Te Ching in chapters, and my literary practice will surely advance further because of them!"
After all, his literary realm has been trapped in the Wenzong realm for too long!
He had a feeling in his mind that once he officially taught the Tao Te Ching, he would definitely break through the bottleneck of his realm and successfully enter the realm of great sages!
Although martial arts is strong, literary skills are his foundation!
He, Mr. Yang, doesn't want to be a reckless man, just carrying a big halberd and running rampant all day long!
"I, Yang Fan, am the one who wants to be a saint!"
"When you become a semi-saint, you will start copying books immediately! Try to copy him into a saint! Forget it, let's just create a "Collected Commentary on Zhu Xi" so that he has no way out!"
Yang Fan thought ambitiously.
And in the eyes of the girls, they saw their teacher's smile getting weirder and weirder!
