After reading in the morning, two Confucian scholars walked out with books with them.

A Confucian scholar said with a smile: "He Tianya, will I give you a mysterious poem?"

He Tianya, who was holding the book next to him, said with a warm smile on his face: "Okay!"

The Confucian scholar coughed twice and said, "Listen, you have a good listen. His head is pointed and his body is as thin as silver. He is not a slightest, his eyes are on his butt, and he only recognizes his clothes but not people."

He Tianya rolled his eyes and said, "Young Master Liu, do you think there are still people in the Confucius Institute who have not read "The Most Saint of Confucianism and Taoism"?"

Mr. Liu said a pity: "You have seen it too!"

He Tianya said "Yeah!" and nodded.

Mr. Liu excitedly said: "The most saints of Confucianism and Taoism are so great. They talk about war on paper and fight against each other. If these can be done, my Confucianism will definitely be able to improve my Confucianism by a big step, and even turn Confucianism into Confucianism. Handwritten classics of sages, verbal criticism, and powerful enemies are destroyed while chatting and laughing. It is simply too handsome."

Young Master Liu excitedly pulled He Tianya's sleeve and kept chattering. He Tianya rolled his eyes helplessly.

He Tianya suddenly looked up and said, "What is that?"

"What?" Mr. Liu, who was puzzled, also looked up, and the scholars of the academy also looked up, their eyes showing panic.

On the back mountain of the academy, Yan Hui was sitting by the stream, holding a thread-bound book to read.

Yan Hui suddenly looked up at the distance, smiled bitterly and said, "It's better to come. Mr. Zhang is really harmful to others! I'm also taking it upon myself, alas!"

He sighed, stood up and walked out step by step.

Three thousand disciples under Confucius, Mencius, Xunzi, and many great scholars also put down their things and looked at the distant sky solemnly.

Yan Hui's voice echoed in the back mountain: "I'll go and see, you must not move without action."

Everyone stood up and bowed and replied, "Yes!"

Above the Confucius Courtyard, the wind was surging, and the white clouds were torn apart by the strong wind, stirring together to form a white cloud whirlpool. A wooden high-rise building flew out of the white cloud whirlpool. On the high-rise building were hung with grains such as rice, millet, sorghum, wheat, beans, as well as peppers, peppers, radishes, vegetables, apples, bananas and other vegetables and fruits. One by one, people in coarse linen clothes stood on the edge of the wooden building, and at the top of the wooden building, there was a dark and honest man standing.

Yan Hui walked up the sky step by step, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Yan Hui of Confucius Court welcomed all the great sages of the farmer's family."

Yan Hui looked at Mulou, his eyes twitched twice, and said with a wry smile: "I don't know what happened, but he even troubled the farmer to open Yunlou."

The man above Yunlou clasped his fists and said, "The farmer Xu Guizhu has met Mr. Yan Hui. Xu came here this time to seek justice."

Yan Hui's heart was filled with a group of divine beasts that looked like sheep and camels running by. MMP, I'm so unfair.

Yan Huiqiang smiled and said, "The so-called guest is coming from afar, Mr. Xu is also invited to come in and talk."

As soon as he finished speaking, something happened in the sky.

Yan Hui, Xu Guizhu, and many Confucian scholars, and peasant monks also looked up and saw a huge creature appearing in the sky, hundreds of miles in radius, which was a dark city. The huge black city was crushed with a vast aura, and the air was blown up, and the space rippled. The black city finally came over the Confucius Courtyard. Under the cover of the Hei City, the Confucius Courtyard fell into a shadow.

Yan Hui looked up at Heicheng and said in a deep voice in his heart: "Machine City! Your uncle, Zhang Mingxuan!"

At the city gate, a young man in black smiled and clasped his fists and said, "Qin Shenzi met Mr. Yan Hui of Confucius' Courtyard, and was ordered by Juzizi to come to Confucius Courtyard to ask for an explanation."

Qin Shenzi nodded friendly when he saw the farmer Xu Guizhu. Although the farmer is not strong, all schools of thought give him some respect because they are a group of people who truly benefit the people.

Yan Hui smiled bitterly and said, "I'm having fun coming from afar. Please come to the yard and have a conversation."

Before Qin Shenzhi could speak, another voice came from the air: "I wonder if Mr. Yan Hui is welcome to come uninvited?"

A ripples appeared in the sky, and two goldfish, one black and one white, swam out from the ripples. The goldfish chased each other, and their heads and tails turned into a bronze door. The bronze door creaked and opened. A gentle young man holding a jade flute walked out of it and said with a smile: "The Yin-Yang Family Gongqiaosheng has met Mr. Yan Hui, and everyone."

Yan Hui felt irritated, and the Yin-Yang family also came and brought a bronze door. He clasped his fists and said with a smile: "I have long admired Daming. Please come in and talk."

Gong Qiaosheng smiled and said, "I'm not busy, there are other fellow Taoists who have not arrived."

Yan Hui had only one sentence in his mind, it was over! If only one family and two families came, they could send them back with the means of the back mountain of Confucius Institute, but now three families have come and they still have treasures. There are countless families behind them, and it seems that they are destined to be unkind. Is this the end of Confucius Institute?

Sure enough, the Legalist Li Qing came next, the legitimate Li Qing came on the code, the traitor Su Qin came on the chessboard of heaven and earth, the scatterer Liu An came on the hot air balloon, the military strategist Sun Bin came on the chariot, etc., and some other representatives of theories also came one after another and gathered for a fun.

In the end, Yan Hui no longer cares, come here! There is no worries about lice, and there is no itch when there are too many debts. There is a light of hundreds of treasures shining above the Confucius Institute. The Confucius Institute has never been so critical. To be honest, if these treasures fall together, the Confucius Institute will be razed to the ground in an instant.

Yan Hui clasped his fists and said, "You are here, Confucius Institute feels honored and shining brightly. Please follow Yan to move to the back mountain. If you have any questions, we will come in and discuss in detail."

Li Kui, who was standing on the code, said, "Okay, Brother Yan really needs to give us an explanation." As he said that, he walked down the code, stretched his hand and fell into Li Kui's hand. Li Kui walked down with the code.

Yan Hui looked at the hundreds of people in the sky, reached out and pointed his hand and said, "Please please!"

Xu Guizhu from the farmer snorted, walked down the Yun Tower, and walked towards Confucius' courtyard.

Mohjong Jin Shenzhi also jumped off the city tower and walked towards Confucius' courtyard.

The Yin-Yang Family Gongqiaosheng slapped his hand on the bronze door. The bronze door scattered and turned into two vivid black and white goldfish. The two goldfish swam in the air and turned into two goldfish jade pendants, one black and one white, and hung around the waist of the Gongqiaosheng.

Su Qin also walked down with the chessboard. Liu An jumped off the hot air balloon and walked into Confucius Institute with a smile.

Sun Bin also walked off the chariot and walked down.

The other hundreds of representatives also walked into the Confucius Institute.

With the eyes of Confucian scholars in Confucius Institute, who were curious, hated, or vigilant, everyone followed Yan Hui into the back mountain of Confucius Institute and came to a hall.

Yan Hui smiled and said, "This is the place where my Confucius Institute is hospitalized, called Haoran Palace. Please follow me."
Chapter completed!