Xiaoxiang Academy is not the largest academy among the Confucian schools, nor is it the most famous academy, but it must be the most beautiful academy among all the Confucian schools, no doubt about it.

The land surrounded by the three rivers, green grass and bamboo gather into forests, small bridges and flowing water, and rockery stacks, creating a picture of ink and water landscape. This is the purpose of Xiaoxiang Academy. Letting students study in the most beautiful place will help cultivate their temperament, and it is just better to get close to the sacred arts.

This environment not only attracted a large number of students to study here, but also attracted first-class Confucian masters to teach. Nangong Huamu is one of them.

Nangong Huamu is a master of Confucianism and a Jinshi who has reached a higher level of power. This power makes him more vigilant. Nangong Huamu knows very well that when the power is out of constraints, it is a disaster for everyone.

As such a high-end force, the academy will never send any tasks for them, and there is no need to teach them. It only needs to stand wherever it is a deterrent.

There are not many experts like Nangong Huamu in the entire Xiaoxiang Academy, with only three people in total. On this day, Nangong Huamu was preparing to make a pot of good tea to pass this boring and annoying time. However, a sudden change occurred between heaven and earth, attracting his attention. The righteous spirit gathered like clouds, quickly condensed at a certain point, and that point was near the academy.

【What happened?】

People are always full of curiosity about emergencies, and in a vague way, Nangong Huamu has a familiar feeling about all this, and seems to have read it in a book.

However, before he could think of anything, his neighbor, the beautiful Professor Su Mei, rushed out. Nangong Huamu sighed lowly, immediately gave up thinking, and used the wind-control technique to chase after him.

Inside the bamboo forest outside Xiaoxiang Academy, Tang Cheng hugged his hands and leaned against a bamboo, his demeanor was lazy. The golden gourd floated beside Tang Cheng, swallowing Haoran's righteousness with an extremely ugly eating.

At this time, it was midsummer, and cicadas were roaring together, very noisy. The breeze blew, filtered by thick bamboo leaves, removing the dust, leaving only a slight coolness.

At this moment, a woman fell from the sky. She was quite old, with silver threads on her head as snow, holding a scroll in her hand, and the pages were half-open, which was Su Mei.

Su Mei looked at the golden gourd beside Tang Cheng, and a hint of joy and grief flashed on her face. A very contradictory temperament appeared on her at the same time, and Tang Cheng couldn't figure it out.

"You are an outsider!" Su Mei sighed in an exclaimed tone, but her tone was very certain. Tang Cheng smiled slightly, not saying anything.

Su Mei had a curiosity flashed on her face and asked, "Are you a Taoist disciple or a Buddhist disciple? Where can you really live forever?"

This woman is so old that she is still very curious. Of course, in terms of age, Tangcheng is much older than Sumei. However, those who practice have long forgotten how old they are.

"How can you be sure that I am an outsider?" To be honest, Tang Cheng was very interested in knowing this answer, because he originally wanted to use his beginners to confuse it to see if he could get away with it. But looking at Su Mei's appearance, Tang Cheng realized that his conspiracy had been declared bankrupt before it had begun to be implemented.

Su Mei looked at the golden gourd in Tangcheng. The silky and threaded Haoran righteousness was quickly swallowed by it, and then she smiled and said, "I have read in ancient books that someone came from the sky and used various means to collect our Haoran righteousness. Judging from your appearance, it is undoubtedly an outsider."

"I wonder how those people are?" Tang Cheng estimated that those unlucky children might be in danger, otherwise they would not have revealed the truth.

"Some people escaped, some people died!" Su Mei said lightly, obviously she was very indifferent to life and death. People who practiced often say that there is great horror between life and death! But for Confucian disciples, birth, old age, sickness and death are just the norm in life. Immortality is an abnormality, and abnormality is a demon.

When Tang Cheng heard the news of the deaths of those people, he sighed in a low voice.

Those who can cross the star domain to the Confucian world are all outstanding cultivators. But even such elites will inevitably be killed for one day. It can be seen that even strong people who are beyond life and death cannot escape the control of fate.

Tang Cheng sighed and said calmly: "Since you are so honest, I will repay you! I am indeed a monk of the Taoist sect, and immortality is also very difficult for us. It is because of this that I came here to seek help!"

For Tangcheng, fighting is meaningless. If they do not prevent themselves from gaining righteousness, then both sides can sit down and talk calmly, and they can always achieve a win-win situation.

"The old woman thought she would live a few years later, but she didn't expect that she could encounter such an interesting thing before she was buried. She really lived up to her life. Regardless of winning or losing, the old woman left a name for you first, I am Su Mei."

Tang Cheng was very moved. Although he had only been in Yuelu Academy for a year, Tang Cheng, a high-end figure in this world, has long been familiar with it.

Su Mei, whose courtesy name is Hanxiang, is a master of Confucianism.

Don’t read Su Mei’s introduction, there are only four words, but it is more important than Mount Tai. Some people have a lot of titles, but they are worthless.

The Confucian master is not a cabbage, and there are only dozens of people in the whole world. Su Mei can squeeze into it as a woman, and she is an unparalleled talent.

There is only one level difference between a Jinshi and a Grandmaster, and it seems that you can break the barriers and succeed in advance at any time. But in fact, there is no Confucian scholar who can advance from a Jinshi to a Grandmaster.

In the sky, a figure broke through the sky and landed beside Su Mei like lightning. Seeing that she was safe and sound, the anxious look on the old man's face suddenly calmed down.

"Hanxiang, are you okay?"

"Old man Nangong, you can run fast!" When Su Mei spoke, she had a gun and a stick in her tone, which was naturally a satirizing that Nangong Huamu came too late. If she really had something to do, the daylily would be cold.

Nangong Huamu's face suddenly turned red. Tang Cheng looked very interesting. Both of them were very old. It can be said that they might have to slapped their braids that day. But even so, they still had to quarrel when they met, which was very strange.

Su Mei was the best in body skills among the Confucian disciples, and Nangong Huamu followed and lost it. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have been so late.

Seeing that they had no intention of taking action, Tang Cheng was so happy that he could chat and delay time. After a while, more and more people came. Later generations were very respectful when they saw Su Mei and Nangong Huamu. Obviously, their status was very respectful.

Forty or fifty people around him surrounded Tangcheng, and his attitude was extremely unfriendly. If someone else had faced this situation, he would be in a state of great resilience.

But who is Tang Cheng? When he was twelve years old, he dared to fight against the conspiracy of two old martial arts worlds and succeeded in one fell swoop. You know, at that time, he was powerless, and now he has experienced prosperity. How could he care about this small scene?

Tang Cheng's calm and composed manner called Su Mei and said, "You are indeed a great scholar, not as good as a common man!"

"Over-favor!"

Su Mei felt sorry for her, shook her head gently, and said, "It's a pity that this righteousness is more important to us than life, so please stop!"

Having said that, neither Su Mei nor Nangong Huamu understood that they were not people who could speak. The contradictions and opposition between them made everyone have no choice.

As soon as he finished speaking, Nangong Huamu had his long sword unsheathed. The sword body was blue, like the blue sky. There are many kinds of weapons in the world, including swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, as well as the weapons of the strange gate, such as water spurts, mandarin ducks, etc., as well as Bodhizi, caltrops, money darts and other hidden weapons, which can be said to be countless.

However, Confucian disciples can only use one weapon, that is, the sword. The straight sword body symbolizes the Confucian scholar's integrity of "only want to take it straight, but not seek it in the wind".

"The kind of kindness is moved."

Nangong Huamu's long sword spread out, and a full moon fell. He had long been impatient. If he had to wait for everyone to gather and surround Tang Cheng, he would not have let Su Mei and Tang Cheng talk for half a day.

Under the bright light of the full moon, Tangcheng had nowhere to hide, and seemed to be able to bow his head and wait for death. In Xiaoxiang Academy, if you ask who has the highest level of Confucianism, or there is no unified answer. But if you ask who has the strongest strength, there is no doubt. Nangong Huamu is famous all over the world for the sword of a gentleman, and no one can escape unstoppable under this set of swordsmanship.

Nangong Huamu combined sword technique and holy art, and the gentleman's sword created by himself can be regarded as a holy product in the sword art. Because of this, when Nangong Huamu took action, no one else took action, but watched from the side, admiring the sword technique.

This move of "The Benevolent Man's Heart" is already a model of combining skills and Taoism. As soon as this sword was released, Tang Cheng felt that everything around him was within the range of the blue sword's killing. No matter where he hid, he would inevitably suffer this thunder attack.

Of course, if Tang Cheng had not been suppressed too much by this righteous spirit, he could have just one finger to kill Nangong Huamu, but now, Tang Cheng is in fatal danger.

Just as Nangong Huamu generals accumulated their power to the peak, they were about to transform the full moon into thousands and bury Tangcheng in one fell swoop, Tangcheng suddenly laughed.

"The storm is evil, and the road is difficult. How can there be a turning back in life!"

Suddenly, a silver arrow was generated out of thin air and suddenly shot towards Nangong Huamu. This holy technique is just the foundation, and Tang Cheng's behavior is as ridiculous as casting a small fireball in front of a great magician.

But Nangong Huamu couldn't laugh!

Only Confucian disciples can use the holy art! Is Tang Cheng also a Confucian disciple? So is his Nangong Huamu's killer move too much?

At this moment, Nangong Huamu had a moment of hesitation.
Chapter completed!