"Jade Slips for Preaching?" The middle-aged scholar looked at the light with his head high, and rose little by little from the bottom of the river, illuminating the entire river surface and the earth, and shining on them.

"That is the jade slip!" A disciple of the school stood up and stared at the jade slip in his light in amazement. Even though he had never seen the real thing, the portrait of the jade slip in his hands and the statue of the saint of the temple held by the teachings in his hands, which was deeply engraved in the hearts of every disciple of the school.

In the light of the sky, a white jade slip was rising and falling, and countless words could be seen flowing on it, each word was as heavy as a mountain, carrying the incense and the incense of literary affairs in the Academy and the world.

In the light, you can see the palaces, academies, and the Confucian Temples. You can see the scenes of scholars studying in the world in the buildings, and you can hear the sound of the children reading aloud.

You can even see the images of the saints and sages preaching, and see the scenes of the entire heyday of the sages in the academy, where the sages of the sages of Wen Sheng were worshipped under the disciples of Wen Sheng.

The scene of the saint standing in the sky holding a jade slip in his hand flashing, which made everyone present tremble all over, and was delighted that everyone was filled with tears in their eyes, as if they saw the scene of the saints gathering in the school again.

"Finally found! The preaching jade slip has appeared!" A student and disciple of the famous Zudu Academy was overjoyed.

"God bless my school! The saint protects us!" The elderly scholar danced and shouted.

"Shang Kang, Yuan, you..." The old man looked at his two students. The unique power of the Academy was circulating from their bodies, and he was about to jump up to the river to retrieve the preaching jade slips.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

"There seems to be someone on the river!" A student found something and pointed to the river and asked everyone.

"Click!" The whole world became quiet for a moment, and only the sound of the water splash was heard. The sound was not loud, but it penetrated into everyone's ears clearly.

It was a dragon horse's hooves like a divine dragon stepping into the river, and the ripples it caused flowed with the light, spinning out a circle of beautiful water patterns.

At this time, a person on the bank of the river seemed to appear before everyone along with the rising sun. The light of the preaching jade slips scattered across the entire river surface, turning into light belts to pass along the river surface.

The light of the preaching jade slip brought strength to blow the fiery red hair of the Dragon Horse, as if a fire-burning flame was beating on the water.

A man rode a dragon horse through the river in the white light world, and his robe transformed little by little in the light, turning into a black and red Master's robe. The ancient patterns slowly danced in the light.

"That's it?" The middle-aged scholar's eyes were filled with disbelief and horror.

"How is that possible?" The old man's eyes were dull, as if something had broken his obsession appeared in front of him.

"Saint?" A disciple of the academy screamed in shock. The man's face was exactly the same as the saint they must worship every day and had remembered in their minds since childhood.

The man, like a god, walked on the river on a dragon horse like a flame. With every step, large lotus leaves and light pink flower buds were constantly produced on the river surface. As the dragon horse approached, white lotus flowers were spinning and blooming under the horse's hooves like flames.

He walked in the blazing world, and lotus grew step by step. The entire river bloomed for many miles of lotus flowers, and the world seemed to be singing hymns for it.

This scene is like the legendary gods and Buddhas coming to the world and the saints are coming.

The sound of the great way in the jade slips became louder and louder, and the light of the jade slips rose as he approached the scorching sun.

Seeing this scene, the disciples of the academy were trembling with excitement, and their eyes revealed endless fanaticism and ecstasy. Hundreds of people were crawling on the ground, choking sobbing that they couldn't even say a word.

To them, the saints are supreme beings and all their faith.

As the light flowed into the sky, Feng Sheng walked to the center of the river and stretched out his hand. The preaching jade slip, which was like the scorching sun, slowly fell down and fell into the hands of the harvest.

A huge force rose from the river, and a huge wave spreading towards the surroundings. With the aura of the preaching jade slip, it rushed towards the surroundings. The lotus and lotus leaves that had been scattered for miles were shaking their heads.

Feng Sheng looked at the other side of the river, and his eyes reflected the sentient beings and the changing world, as if he was the only one left in the world.

"A hundred years later, a saint will present the jade slips of preaching."

"The literary way is prosperous!"

The saint's words rang in the hearts of everyone like a bell of heaven and earth, and were deeply imprinted in their minds.

Then, Feng Sheng stopped looking at them, holding the preaching jade slip. With a dragon sound, the dragon horse under the saint's seat instantly turned into a dragon, and the river moved with it, rolling up huge waves and heading towards the upstream.

The dragon swept across the river and upstreamed the river. The millions of aquatic races above the river moved with each other, as if they were going to follow them to leap the dragon gate and ascend to heaven.

Finally, with a roar of dragons, the dragon rushed into the sky, and the wind and clouds surged, and the saint and the shadow of the dragon disappeared from the clouds.

The light is gone and everything is calm.

Only the endless lotus leaves and lotus flowers were left. The wind blew by, and the disciples and students of the Dudu Academy couldn't help but be shocked. The scene just now was like a big dream, which made people unable to believe it was real.

"A hundred years later, a saint will come out with a jade slip for preaching." The old man silently said this sentence and looked at the sky.

"Wen Dao... Dachang!" One student seemed to see hope from these four words.

The disciples of the Dudu Academy bowed repeatedly on the banks of the river. Someone took the lotus leaf and lotus, and finally said goodbye to the banks of the river and ran around.

A few days later, the Shao Kingdom pushed the border to the original border of the Dahuan King's capital, and the army approached, and the originally prosperous Dahuan King's capital was also caught in war and disputes.

The border war is only hundreds of miles away from Wudu. Once an accident occurs, or the six ministers of Shao State and the Dragon Guards are dispatched, they can directly enter Wudu and endanger this ancient capital.

The friction between Panguo and Shao was getting heavier, and Gao Guo reached a consensus with Shao because of Panguo's strength and pressure, and at the same time, he fought on the border of Panguo.

Other tribes of all sizes, large and small, began to get ready to move. Without the suppression of Dahuan, their ambitions and desires began to expand.

Duke Pan decided to move the capital, abandoned the capital of Dahuan, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, and moved the palace of King Huan to the north. As well as the tens of thousands of common people and nobles in the capital, they would also move to the north with King Huan to the north.

Wudu, an ancient capital that has been established for hundreds of years, was the first place of Wuman tribes, and later the important town of Wuguo, and the Dahuan Dingdu, where it flourished for hundreds of years, witnessing the rise and prosperity of the human race.

In the end, he still couldn't resist the decline and decline, and then he died.
Chapter completed!