One after another, people began to leave the Confucian Temple. This time they were no longer going out to drink to relieve their boredom, but their discussions had ended.

Among them were Chao Pu, the national master of the Shaoyuan Dynasty, and his proud student Lin Junbi.

Chao Pu said: "Your Majesty, there is no problem with you taking over as the national advisor. All other big and small problems, whether overt or covert, must be solved by yourself."

In fact, it should have been delayed twenty or thirty years to pave the way for more disciples, but time has not waited for us and the delay was inevitable. Not to mention this, Lin Junbi could sharpen more.

Chao Pu himself needs to rush to another continent immediately to serve as the leader of a sect and plan a continent purely as a monk on the mountain.

I have to admit, it’s just a walk on the same path that Cui Han, the embroidered tiger, walked.

As for the final height, let's do everything we can and let fate dictate.

Lin Junbi nodded and said: "Try not to disappoint sir."

Chao Pu reminded: "You can learn more from Chen Pingan, but don't become the second Chen Pingan. In fact, you should learn from him in this regard."

Lin Junbi knew clearly, "Yes."

Master Huolong walked out of the gate and never left.

Almost everyone passing by would take the initiative to say hello to this old man and say a few polite words.

When Mrs. Dandan of Lushui Keng, whose name was Qingzhong, walked out with the flower owner of Baihua Blessed Land, and saw the back of Master Huolong, she immediately took a long way down the steps.

Unexpectedly, the old man turned his head, looked at the bloated woman, and said with a smile: "Mrs. Dan Dan's footsteps are so steady that I can hear it even if I cover my ears."

Mrs. Dandan grabbed the sleeve of the flower hostess and came together to see the real Huolong.

The old man had a look of regret on his face, and sighed deeply, saying: "I have never been to Lushui Keng for a tour, and Mrs. Dandan has never been to Paidi Peak as a guest. This is a big regret in my life."

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Mrs. Dandan understands that it is better to spend money to eliminate disasters. Apart from the amount given to the Confucian Temple, her private money is actually quite a bit.

Wei Ying and Song Changjing walked out together.

Yu Guizong and the Dali Song family entered into an alliance.

There are no oaths, no paper contracts required.

It was just a verbal agreement between the two of them.

For example, Nian Gan Lang of the Da Li Xing Department will send no less than ten first-class Taoist embryos to the Shujianhu Zhenjing Sect every ten years. Once they become earthly immortals, they will serve as various enshrinements in the Da Li Xing Department for a period of time.

For a period of time, he took on various shady and secret tasks.

The Zhenjing Sect also sent Earth Immortal Sword Cultivators to serve as monks accompanying the army in the Dali border army. Each person had to undergo at least thirty years of training in the army. No Earth Immortal cultivator from the Zhenjing Sect could shirk this.

Yasheng stood at the top of the steps outside the gate of the Confucian Temple, looking at the sky somewhere in the distance.

Jing Sheng Xiping stood aside and asked with a smile: "Since you are worried, why don't you let him know?"

Ya Sheng said: "He is no longer a child, so why are you talking about this?"

Xi Ping asked with a smile: "I am very curious, so I have to ask even if I shouldn't ask. Did Cui Chan not curse anyone at the top of the city?"

Ya Sheng shook his head, "No. It's just that if he had been born a hundred or two hundred years earlier, many fewer people would have died in the world. Unfortunately, he was born too late. He only had more than a hundred years to plan, so he had to move in a hurry, and it was inevitable that he would be stretched."

Xiping couldn't laugh or cry, Xiuhu, you're still struggling?

Ya Sheng thought of the last scene on the city wall.

After the two sides sat and talked for a while, Cui Chan raised his palms and put them to his ears, as if he was listening to something.

It was like when the sky fell before, the wind blew away all the sobs in the world, which were both majestic and wild.

Over at Aotou Mountain, Nan Guangzhao suddenly felt a little upset, so he did a fortune telling for himself.

A gentleman asks about calamities rather than blessings, which is what the Confucian disciples value. As for rich and poor, high and low, life is divided, life is short and long, and life is determined. Nan Guangzhao does not believe this either.

After reading the hexagram, Nan Guangzhuang was sweating profusely, confused, and his heart strings were tense. He made up his mind to go into retreat. He had to go into retreat. Even if the Confucian Temple asked him to rush to the battlefield, they would still find excuses to delay it for a few years.

The flower owner of Baihua Blessed Land returned to the cave, spread colored paper on the desk, picked up the pen but didn't know what to write, and his arms were lazily pressed on the arm rest.

She sighed quietly, after all, she could not see the man who had been missing for many years.

He lowered his head and glanced at the armrest, and saw four lines of text engraved in cursive seals.

Riding in melting amber green silk stockings, with dazzling orbs and red pink makeup.

The sour wind on the bridge hit my eyes, and mushrooms grew on the gourds.

The last two lines of signature, each with only two characters, are the two names he carved, like Taoist lovers on the mountain, leaning against each other.

Back then, she was just an ordinary flower goddess in the Baihua Land, with a low-ranking rank. Her flower name was "Xiang Xiu" at that time.

The name Xiang Xiu has been abandoned for a few years since he left.

She put down her pen and gently opened her armrest. There were four small characters engraved inside, "Qing Shen Nian Qi". The words were so energetic that dragons and snakes flew away, just like that person.

Even though she knew that there was little chance of meeting him during the Confucian Temple meeting, she was still thinking about the eventuality.

What if, then what if it is 10,000.

Merit Forest of Confucian Temple.

The lineage of literary saints.

Old scholar.

Left and right, Liu Shiliu and Chen Pingan.

Li Baoping, Li Baoping, and the little spirit who was brought to the vast world by Liu Shiliu from the Paradise of Incarnation.

And Mao Xiaodong.

The old scholar drank very hard, and soon he became drunk and blurred, murmuring: "Is it true?"

After getting drunk, the dream came true, which made the old man a little unbelievable.

The old scholar suddenly slapped the table and said, "If you don't yell when you drink, it won't taste good. Who can say a few words?"

All eyes, without exception, were thrown at that student, junior brother, and junior junior uncle Chen Ping'an.

Chen Pingan had just held his sword in his knees before, sipping wine and thinking about someone.

Looking at the countryside, the world is small, the universe is narrow, and the past and present are short.
Chapter completed!