A golden light broke through the starry sky and landed on a towering mountain.

"Have you succeeded?"

The Lion King, who was standing on the top of the mountain waiting for the dark sun, asked.

An Ri's face was gloomy, and he shook his head slightly and said, "No, that old blind man actually calculated that I would go. Feng Xing hid on the ferry in advance and stopped me. Where are you? Did Ling Ruoxu and the others take the opportunity to counterattack when I was not here?"

The Lion King was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, the old blind man had such magical powers. King Dapeng had already used a treasure to cover his breath, but he had an insight into his plan in advance. With Feng Xing preventing him, King Peng was indeed as difficult as climbing to the sky. The Lion King didn't say anything comforting, but just patted Anri on the shoulder and talked about the war situation in the past two days: "If you are not here in the past two days, the human race has indeed taken the initiative, but there is no big deal. It is still a change of life between the two sides. I guess the reinforcements from the other states have not arrived yet, so the human race doesn't want to be too radical."

The Golden-winged Roc King nodded, as expected.

"There are still a bit too many people on Chengdao. We will fight fiercely these days. We must complete the Demon Shifutu before the people of the human states arrive at the Demon City."

"Dan Ri, are you sure Bai Zhaojue won't come to the Demon-Suppressing City? He is also a human cultivator after all."

The Lion King nodded when he heard this. Anyway, it was advancing according to the strategy formulated before the war, and the general trend was under control. But what really worried him the most was the man named Bai Zhaojiu. After all, the strategy they planned before was to exclude this person. Once this person joined the battlefield, the direction of the war would probably be reversed instantly.

Faced with the Lion King’s questions, King Peng also became silent.

After a while, Anri slowly spoke: "It shouldn't be possible. He used the white trick to reject the hatred of the righteous path of the human race, and he would definitely not appear on this battlefield. I think for him, there is no difference between facing the righteous path and facing my demon race."

After the words were finished, the two kings stopped talking and looked at the empty battlefield in front of the Demon-Suppressing City.

But that name is indeed like a stone hanging above their heads, making them always worried. After all, once that person really descends to the Demon-Shencheng, the balance situation that the two tribes maintain tacitly in peace will be immediately broken.

One of the Five Emperors of the Void Spirit Realm, the Demon Lord, was a vain.

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The Great Sui Dynasty was the most powerful among the three major dynasties in Dongshengzhou. Its territory was vast and almost accounted for one-quarter of Dongshengzhou.

The entire Confucian and Taoist holy land of the Void Spirit Realm, Bailu Academy, is located within the territory of the Great Sui Dynasty.

Meng Haoran, the director of Bailu Academy, is recognized as the profound knowledge of Confucian Taoism today, and has a great image. He is respected by the world as "Master Meng".

Among the Confucian scholars of all generations, almost all those who were able to get the title of Master were the leader of the Confucian scholars at that time. Meng Haoran, who was known as Master thirty years ago, was praised by the people of the world as "scholars of heaven and earth." He was praised as the most knowledgeable since Confucius, the founder of Confucianism.

However, Master Meng, who is usually very quiet and devoted to studying, stood at the gate of the academy early today.

The students who came and went to the academy were surprised to see this scene. Who could let the Master wait outside the door in person early. You should know that even when the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty led the civil servants of the Celestial Kingdom to visit ten years ago, the Master never took the initiative to greet him.

Master Meng stood outside the academy gate, gently matteing a stone lion in front of the door with one hand, and squinted at the willow tree he planted when he first came to the academy in the forest ahead. The Master, with his temples on both sides seemed to be recalling the interesting things he had when he was young, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a curve.

Suddenly, the Master stood solemnly, turned to the right, and bowed to the end.

"Students greet you sir."

At some point, a sloppy old man appeared beside Mr. Meng, staring at the weeping willow that had already been as tall as a cover with his eyes.

"Xiao Meng, I haven't seen you for more than thirty years. You are so old."

The old man reached out to support the Confucian leader who held the etiquette of students.

The old man who looked old, said that he was old, Master Meng couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, you kid had a good face when you were young. Now you are in your seventies and eighties, and you still look like a fairy-like look. You must have those young and beautiful female students thrown into their arms, right?"

After carefully looking at Master Meng's eyes, the old man suddenly put his head over and whispered, and even patted Master on the shoulder vigorously, with a tacit and obscene expression on his face.

Hearing these insulting words, Master Meng also raised his hand and rubbed his temples, smiling bitterly.

He knew very well what his gentleman was. After all, he could use his mouth to make peak monks like the Five Emperors retreat.

The scholars in Bailu Academy stared at the sloppy old man who was going out to greet him curiously, and whispered to ask if anyone knew the identity of the old man.

Master Meng accompanied the old man all the way to a classy house in the academy. On the way, he listened to the whispering speculations and discussions of students around him, and couldn't help laughing.

Who would have thought that this ungrateful and crude old man was the Confucian master and Taoist Gao Zhen who was the one who was sensational in the world a hundred years ago.

After entering the Yashes where Master Meng served guests, the two masters sat opposite each other.

Master Meng did not summon the student disciples, but started to boil water and tea with his own hands. The old man sitting opposite leaned on the back of the chair, kicked his shoes, and his feet were on stilts. Master Meng, who had never been surprised for a long time, was too lazy to remind the gentleman that he was disobeying etiquette, but just looked at his nose and his nose, and focused on dealing with the tea set in his hand. While picking his feet, the old man waved his hand to set up a nodule in the room to prevent the words he and the two of them from hearing.

"Xiao Meng, the war has begun on the other side of the Ten Thousand Dashan Mountain. What are you planning?"

When Master Meng heard the husband talk about the serious matter, he stopped his hand and said solemnly: "We scholars should be careful about the safety of the world. Now that the two tribes of humans and demons are fighting, my Confucian children will naturally not be out of the matter. At present, more than 400 Confucian scholars from academies in various places have taken the lead in rushing to Zhongshenzhou, and the students are also planning to set off to the Demon-Shenzhen City in three days."

After hearing this, the old man seemed to have expected the student's decision, so he nodded.

"Now many scholars have forgotten why they are studying. They say that they are cultivating themselves, managing their families, governing the country and pacifying the world, but they only have the words "fame and fortune" in their hearts. Our scholars do not read for themselves, not for fame and fortune, but for the people of the world. Over the years, I have been walking around and seeing too many scholars who disappoint me. These people are only thinking about the Golden House and Yan Ruyu, but they ignore the supreme sayings of the sages. It is better to go to the Demon City in person, at least let these people read the Master's book."

Meng Haoran silently boiled the tea and poured it into two ordinary tea cups.

Putting a cup of tea in front of the teacher respectfully, the Confucian master said lightly: "Sir, don't be disappointed. In the end, there are many people in this world who read the benevolence, righteousness, and etiquette in the book to their hearts."

Turning to the window, there were already many children and teenagers sitting on the ground and reading loudly in the square of the academy. This is the morning reading and morning class that every student and disciple of the academy have to complete on time.

For a time, the sound of aloud books such as "Be careful in the end and pursue the far, and the people's morality will be strong", "Believe in the nearest righteousness, and words can be restored", "Don't worry about not knowing people, but worry about not knowing people" spread throughout the academy.

Master Meng looked at the scholars outside the window with books in their hands and chanting loudly, and felt a sense of peace in his heart.
Chapter completed!