The night passed quickly.

The rising sun rises and the sun shines brightly.

The world is bright.

The sunlight fell on the black armor, making the black armor deeper and deeper.

Outside the imperial capital, there were black armor, and there was no end to see at a glance.

Under the king's flag of "Qin", Qin Qing did not wear armor, but was wearing white clothes, standing with his hands behind his back, which was very elegant, in sharp contrast with Li Xuan in black clothes not far away, as if he was a yin and yang Pisces.

This is not the difference between the two. Qin Qing was old but quite energetic. Li Xuan was young but seemed old-fashioned. The difference in gas was like the white dots in black fish and the black dots in white fish.

Behind Li Xuandu are many masters of the Taoist sect. Standing one place, there is a faint cloud aura that arises, even on the battlefield where murderous aura is soaring, there is a bit of fairy aura that arises itself.

Time goes forward.

Li Xuandu held his last Qingping Meeting before dawn. In the Seven Treasure Palace, which was a lot of people in the past, only Li Xuandu sat alone in it this time. After a long time, a second figure slowly appeared.

Palace official.

Only the palace official attended this time.

Neither of them deliberately covered their faces this time. The palace official still looked the same way, combed the hanging bun of an unmarried woman, with jade-colored rosy on the upper body, white silk bead-embroidered long skirt, and a white jade-inlaided brocade around his waist. Two snow-white and slender wrists exposed their cuffs, a jade bracelet on his left wrist, a string of silver bells on his right wrist, and a small folding fan in his hand. It was like a lady walking out of the painting, and she wanted to make the young men sleep unattainable. She was also like a fox in the mountains and fields to cultivate into a spirit, transform into a human form, and then stepped into a world of worlds, playing in the world.

The two sat opposite each other in the Qibao Palace in the "Little Zi Mansion", silent.

After a long time, Li Xuandu said, "What can officials teach me?"

The palace official said lightly: "I want to tell you that the Holy Lord will not appear in the Imperial Capital. Believe it or not."

Li Xuandu was silent for a long time and said softly: "Thank you."

The palace official glanced at Li Xuandu deeply, and his figure gradually faded away. Only Li Xuandu was left in the Qibao Palace.

Li Xuandu looked around and thought of every bit from the establishment of an inn to the establishment of a Qingping Club, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

Because martial law has been fully imposed, there has not been much chaos in the imperial capital, but people are panic but cannot be covered up.

There is also a Confucian temple in the imperial capital, which worships saints and sages.

Since the Liaodong army besieged the city, hermits, high-priests and mountain lords have gathered in the Confucian Temple, just as the people in the Taoist sect gathered in the Yuqing Garden.

In just over a year, the old people of Confucianism were in chaos and had a bleak situation.

Three of the seven hermits fell, Zen Master Hu died under Zhang Jingxiu's thunder method, Ziyanshan people died at the hands of Li Xuandu, and Qinghe lay Buddhist died under Zhang Haishi's sword.

If Wu Zhenyue, the former high-ranking priest, there will be a total of ten high-ranking priests, and three of them will die.

The high priest of the Sheji Academy Palace, Wu Zhenyue, Wu Fengcheng and his son died in the Qingqiu Cave Heaven, and Wang Nanting, the high priest of the Tianxin Academy Palace, died in the Dazhen Ren Mansion.

Apart from the high priest of the Wanxiang Academy, Sikong Daoxun and the high priest of the Sheji Academy, who were not directly involved in this matter, there were only five high priests left, namely: the high priest of the Tianxin Academy, the high priest of the Tianxin Academy, the high priest of the Wanxiang Academy, the high priest of the Wanxiang Academy, the high priest of the Wanxiang Academy, the high priest of the Wanxiang Academy, the high priest of the Wanxiang Academy, the high priest of the Sheji Academy, the high priest of the Huang Shiyuan.

These high priests have their own positions. For example, the high priest Wen Ren is the most hostile among the five high priests. But at the same time, he is the one who is most wary of the hermits, and the opposite Taoist sect is also against the hermits. For example, the high priest Ning Qi often sways between the main battle and the main harmony. The other three high priests also have their own thoughts, not exactly the same as the hermits.

There are four mountain masters, namely: Qi Foyan, the mountain master of Jinling Academy, Lu Beiqu, the mountain master of Bailu Academy, Nangong Dacheng, and Qian Xinyan, the mountain master of Taishi Academy.

In addition, Mrs. Jiang, who escaped from the saint's mansion to the imperial capital, is probably the last essence of the Confucian school.

In the past two months, Li Xuan has been busy with the incarnation of the three corpses. Old Man Long has not been idle either. In addition to recuperating his wounds, he used the Imperial Crime to complete the "National Seal" and retrieved the last immortal object from the Tianxin Academy.

There are differences between the three university palaces. In addition to jointly respecting the Supreme Sage and the Masters, the Sheji Academy is dominated by the Sub-Sage and Xunqing, and the Wanxiang Academy has no clear ownership. There is a word "Xin" in the name of the Tianxin Academy, which is closely related to the saints of the Xinxue Academy.

Old Man Long thought that the teacher would leave behind an immortal object to specifically suppress the Taoist sect, because in the memories of Old Man Long and several hermits, the saint of Xinxue actually had weapons and a ruler. I don’t know how many masters of Dao are defeated by this ruler, just like a child who was thumped by a teacher in elementary school. After the saint of Xinxue ascended, the ruler disappeared. Many people think that this ruler is stored in the Tianxin Academy Palace.

But beyond the old man Long's surprise, the immortal object in the Tianxin Academy Palace was not this ruler that made both Confucian and Taoist schools remember deeply, but a jade pendant.

This jade pendant is called "Zhuhuan". As the name suggests, it is a ring shape. It does not come from the saint of the mind, but an immortal object passed down from generation to generation by the saint of Neo-Confucianism. Only the great priest Wang Nanting knew the specific reason. Unfortunately, Wang Nanting had already died in the mansion of the Great Zhenren, so no one knew the reason.

When the saint of Heart Learning was alive, disciples from the lineage of Heart Learning dominated the Confucian school. To this day, the saint disciple of Long is still manipulating the Confucian school behind the scenes. However, the lineage of Heart Learning and the lineage of Neo-Confucian school also have similarities. It can be said that the study of Heart Learning comes from the lineage of Neo-Confucian school. However, later, the saint of Heart Learning partially denies the theory of the theory of the three religions and embarks on the path of unity of the three religions. From this perspective, the saint of Heart Learning left the immortal things of the saint of Neo-Confucian school is reasonable.

Immortals have their own magical uses. The purpose of this immortal is not to kill enemies on the battlefield, nor to fight with people, but to communicate with the world.

Old Man Long gently stroked the "Zhu Huan" in his hand, and his eyes swept over the people present one by one.

In the end, Chiyang Weng broke the silence: "Senior brother, can't hesitate anymore."

Old Man Long whispered: "The saint comes to the world and someone will always be used as a container."

Everyone was silent, and Mr. Bai Lu said, "Then let the saint choose. If I choose me, I will accept it calmly."

After Mr. Bai Lu said this, it was hard for others to refuse. After looking at each other, they nodded in agreement.

Old Man Long said, "Since that's the case, let the saint decide."

After saying that, Old Man Long spread his five fingers, and the "red ring" in his hand turned into countless light spots and floated out.

This immortal object can only be used once, and its function is far beyond that of other immortal objects.

It started raining in the Imperial Capital.

This rain clearly occurred in early summer, but it was like spring rain, like cow hair and fine needles, woven finely and densely, covering the entire imperial capital.

The rain is filled with mist, and the raindrops are stringed into pearl curtains, like smoke and clouds.

The rustling sound of rain is like eating mulberry leaves.

The great figures of the Confucian school walked out of the main hall and came to the courtyard to bathe in the spring rain.

At some point, the spring rain that enveloped the Confucian Temple turned into a light rain, like the gorgeous fireworks on New Year's Eve, and like countless fireflies flying in groups, drowning the figures of these big figures.

They remained motionless and said nothing, they were waiting for the judgment of fate.

In fact, Old Man Long is different from others because he is strong enough that as long as he is not willing, it will not be a container. So his mood is very calm. He only feels that the light rain penetrates his clothes and penetrates into his body, causing some of his secret injuries to recover quickly and rejuvenate.

There is no need for the blessing of the "National Seal", the appearance of the old man Long is also becoming younger and truly rejuvenated.

When this spring rain happened, it was late at night, and it could be said that it was sneaking into the night with the wind. At that time, Li Xuandu was wandering around, and the rest of the Taoist sect did not notice the mystery because of the dragon energy of the imperial capital.

But Qin Qing felt some subtle changes in the dark, and his eyes never left the direction of the Imperial Capital, even if he had never seen anything.

Bai Xiushang stood beside Qin Qing and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

Qin Qing was silent for a long time and said slowly: "I think something is wrong. The Confucians are slow to move. They must be not waiting for death. I think they have some plans."

Bai Xiushang asked, "What will be the last immortal object in the Three University Palaces?"

Qin Qing shook his head and said, "I don't know. No news came from Wandu Gate. I think the same is true for coming to Zifu Inn."

Bai Xiushang said: "I heard that even the hermits didn't know that the Confucian Sect was so tightly hidden that it must be an immortal object with the power of heaven and earth. Last time, the Confucian Sect almost killed the Zi Mansion with the "Immortal Things". This time, I'm afraid it's..."

Qin Qing whispered: "What are you afraid of? So what can you do if you are afraid? When we have reached this point, can we still retreat? No matter what, we can only move forward."

Bai Xiuchang's thousands of words turned into a sigh.

There is something wrong indeed.

At that time, the Taishang Taoist Ancestor was able to show saints in the human world on the Yuxu Peak of Kunlun, so could the saints of Confucianism not appear saints?

At this time, inside and outside the city, two levels of heaven and earth became.

In a blink of an eye, it was already early morning outside the city. The bright moon disappeared, the dark sky turned dark blue, and a trace of white fish appeared at the end of the sky, and soon after, the glow was shining.

It was still drizzling in the city, covered by rain and mist, and the sky was dull, and it looked like a yin and sunshine outside the city.

The light rain covering the Confucian Temple finally stopped gradually.

Old Man Long became young again, about the age of knowing destiny. For some reason, there was a little more golden color in his hair and beard.

The golden toad old man's blind eyes returned to the past, and his eyes had turned pure golden at some point.

Mr. Bai Lu and the Red Sheep Man also have their own benefits. The breath on their bodies no longer fades and is rejuvenated.

Old Man Long felt something and turned his head to look at the main hall of the Confucian Temple.

At the highest point in the middle is a portrait of the Supreme Saint, below is the portrait of the sub-saint, on the left side is the portrait of the Neo-Confucian saint, and on the right side is the portrait of the saint of the Mind.
Chapter completed!