Sovereign to Immortality

Hua Tianxing domain Confucianism.

Yang Junshan’s visit is obviously beyond the expectations of Han Chongxian.

"Haha, Han Daoyou, this time I came to visit Yan Zongsheng, I don't know if Zong Sheng has time?" Yang Junshan asked with a smile.

Yang Junshan is extremely respectful to Yan Zongsheng. Although Yan Zongsheng is famous among the Confucian people, he is not a teacher but he does not teach students. However, Yang Junshan has benefited several times in Yan Zongsheng here. First, the piano voice preached, and then realized. In the true sense of the word, "the eclectic" is true. Strictly speaking, Yan Xinyuan can be regarded as a friendship with Yang Shishan.

Compared with Yang Junshan's free and easy, Han Zhongxian looked at Yang Junshan's look and it looked a bit complicated. When Yang Junshan came, he first paid respectfully and said: "I have seen Junshan Xianzun."

Yang Junshan quickly avoided sideways and said with amazement: "Han Daoyou, what are you doing?"

"The ceremony cannot be abolished!"

Han Zhongxian respected it, and this got up with a sigh of apology: "Xian Zun is afraid to come, the Master is not in the Confucian Garden."

"Not?"

Yang Junshan gave a slight glimpse and quickly asked: "Han Daoyou knows where Zong Sheng went, and when will he return?"

"Sorry, next..."

Han Zhongxian respected the tone of his voice, then just shook his head.

Yang Junshan saw a slight hesitation from the expression of Han Chongxianzun. He knew in his heart that Han Zhongxian was a well-rounded person. Lies probably wouldn’t be said. It would only be inconvenient to disclose Yan Zongsheng’s whereabouts.

Yang Junshan was disappointed, but he was helpless. He was about to retire, but suddenly he heard a laugh from outside the Confucian garden.

"Old Yan, so quickly came back from the Fengtian Stars, how can you find the beginning of the light?"

The ban on the Confucianism in the Confucian Garden made it impossible for outsiders to detect the identity of Yang Junshan, but the atmosphere of his great fairyland was left when the Confucian Garden was opened. The people apparently misunderstood and regarded Yang Junshan as Yan Zongsheng. .

One person turned from the side of the bamboo forest, and there were several scrolls under his arm. When he saw Yang Junshan, his face changed: "Is it you?"

Yang Junshan gave a slight glimpse, but he never remembered that he still knew another Confucian sect in addition to Yan Xinyuan, but at this time, Yang Junshan’s brain flashed a little, slightly awkward, saying: “Respect But Liu Zizheng Liu Zongsheng?"

The enemies threw a few reels of their majesty into the hands of Han Chongxianzun. Although they looked a little bit sloppy, they still had no shortage of rituals. They said, "Junshan Daoyou, Liu, I don’t know that you and Yan’s brother are also sympathetic. Shallow, actually can enter this Confucian garden."

In the battle for the glory of Hong Meng, Yang Junshan did not have an orthogonal hand with Liu Zi, but at that time, the number of Da Luo Xian Zun, who participated in the competition of Hong Meng Zi, later learned about each other.

Compared with Yang Junshan’s success in winning the glory, Liu Zizhen’s luck is much worse. The original Meng Mengqi was arrested at the last moment, which is inevitable that Liu Zishan is seeing Yang Junshan. I didn't look too fast.

Yang Junshan can also guess where the hostility on the front of Liuzi came from. Although the other party’s attitude was not good, Yang Junshan did not pay attention to it. He smiled slightly: “The younger generation came here to ask the younger generation. Some things, but did not think that the predecessors were looking for the world of the twenty-eighth seat world that was about to be born, which happened to be missed."

At present, in the world of twenty-seven seats in the world of starry sky, there has never been a plane world called "Fengtian", and from the news that Liuzi is just unintentionally revealed, Yan Xinyuan should be looking for a place to open. In the face of the world, the mysterious light, then there is no doubt that the twenty-eighth seat world that is about to be formed in the world should be the world of the sky.

Liu Zi is crying coldly, but he did not pick up the words of Yang Junshan. He also understood that because he had just been careless, he not only revealed the traces of Yan Xinyuan, but also revealed some of the Confucian people’s views on the world of Fengtian. Looking for a calculation, I was quite rude. "You may wish to come back next time. Lao Yan will be afraid that he will not come back."

He said that he no longer cares about Yang Junshan, but to the side of Han Guodao: "These volumes are the extensions of the handwriting that I have found. These extensions are at least the hands of the self-reporting, all of which are left to the old, according to He promised at the beginning, and quickly asked the old hand of Qiu Sheng’s handwriting to let Liu open his eyes!

Qiu Sheng handwriting!

Yang Junshan’s heart was moving. He was originally planning to leave, but he turned and folded back.

Liu Zi is seeing Yang Junshan returning, his brow wrinkled and said: "What are you doing back?"

Yang Junshan is the color: "While Yang is not a Confucianism, he can see the real trace of Qiu Sheng. Why do you want to miss this opportunity?"

Han Zhong quickly corrected: "It is not the original, but the teacher is the most proud of the real songs of Qiu Qiu."

Yang Junshan certainly knows that it is not the true trace of Qiu Sheng. The true holy manuscript in Yan Xinyuan’s hands has already been used in the past nine years when he invaded the nine-day world.

Yang Junshan smiled and said: "It is only Linyi, but Linyi's handwriting is also the handwriting of Qiu Sheng.

Liu Zizheng is sneer: "Since Yang Daoyou wants to see it, it is better to let him open his eyes. The book is unique to Confucianism. Is it just that people can learn if they can't learn?"

Unlike the Fu, it is a unique means of Confucianism that uses words and articles to exert its power. Within the Confucian family, they tend to call this way calligraphy.

The same text, the higher the level of cultivation, the higher the quality of calligraphy, the greater the power of writing.

But the same article, often requires more than the monk's cultivation and the level of calligraphy, but also depends on the essays of this article, as well as the content, and even the different understandings of different monks on the same article.

Yang Junshan’s gaze glanced at the scroll that Han Zhongxian’s reel put down. Although these reels are only extensions, the object of Linyi is the sub-authentic, and in the process of copying, they often integrate into the feelings of Linyi’s own people. Don't look at these rolls of extensions. When you really want to use them against the enemy, the power may not be worse than the fairy.

Han Zhongxian Zun went to take the extension of Yan Zongsheng’s copy of Qiu’s original works, and he was too embarrassed to take the scrolls of the book that Liu Zizheng sent directly, and then placed these scrolls on the stone table of Confucianism.

Liu Zi is seeing Yang Junshan's gaze staring at the scrolls for a moment, and then joking with a hint of teasing: "Why, isn't Yang Daoyou really planning to study together?"

Yang Junshan hesitated, saying: "Yang is only admiring the Confucian saints and wants to see their handwritings. Although these are the extensions, Yang is only shallow, and at most it is just a look. I don’t want to reveal the secrets of the Confucian people. I wonder if I can open these scrolls and let Yang feel a good eye?"

Liu Zizheng heard that it was "haha" laughing, said: "What is wrong with this, my Confucian people pay attention to 'teaching no class', Yang Daoyou is interested in my Confucianism, I am so happy that it is too late, how can it be embarrassing?帚自珍!"

After all, Liu Zizheng was hands-on, and the scrolls on the stone table were unfolded and hung up for Yang Junshan to observe.

These handwritings on the copybooks are either magnificent or sleek, or elegant, or condensed, but there is no doubt that every volume has a strong power to seal the town.

However, the nature that Yang Junshan wants to try to figure out is not the real mystery of these books. This book is the secret of the Confucian people. The Liuzi is looking generous, and how to know the difference is just to see it. Yang Junshan was ugly, but what he didn't think was that Yang Junshan didn't even think about studying the book. His real purpose was simply to compare the handwriting of these extensions and find out the real writing of the bamboo slips in his hands. People are gone.

It is a pity that these volumes are in accordance with Liu Zizheng. The original works of Linyi include the three Yas in the Confucian tribe. Although the situation of the writing of the extension is different, Yang Junshan can be sure that the bamboo slip he owns The handwriting is not the same as any of the scrolls.

"How, Yang Daoyou, but what is the sentiment?" Liu Zi was asking for a smile.

Without paying attention to the embarrassment of Liu Zizheng’s words, Yang Junshan’s gaze is to look at the direction of Han Chongxian’s departure before he said: “When can Han Daoyou take Yan Qiong’s copy of Qiu Sheng’s original works?”

Liu Zizheng’s face sank and sneered: “Yang Daoyou is too good and too far away?”

Yang Junshan did not seem to hear the words of Liu Zizheng, his eyes suddenly brightened and said: "Come on!"

Although Liu Zizheng’s heart was angry, it was obvious that Han Zhongxian’s fruit was really holding a bamboo slip, but he also forgot his unhappiness for a moment. His eyes were on the bamboo slip.

"This is the true trace of Qiu Sheng in the old Yan? The old Yan is willing to give up, just the copy of Linyi, actually using the bamboo slip made by Jasper Bamboo!"

Although Liu Zizheng said this in his mouth, it seems to be a little impatient.

Han Zhongxian Zun has just approached, and Liu Zizheng has already taken the bamboo slip from his hand. He still muttered to himself: "I don't know that the old Yan can have a few charms."

Han Zhongxian’s appearance did not mean anything, but he smiled and said: “According to the agreement between Master and Yan Shibo, the scrolls brought by Shi Bo, the disciples will be collected.”

Liu Zizheng’s eyes are a glimpse of the eye. Although these copybooks of the ancient sacred scriptures are not as good as the scrolls of the sacred sacred sacred texts, they are also collected by the efforts of the tigers. If you want to give up all of these things, it will be agreed by Liu Zizheng before, and it will be a painful time.

"Take away and take it away, don't stay here!"

Liu Zi was licking his face and groaning his sleeves.

Han Chongxianzun smiled slightly and just put away these scrolls, and Liu Zizhen couldn’t wait to unfold the bamboo slips.

Accompanied by the sound of "哗啦啦", the bamboo slips slowly opened in the hands of Han Zhongxianzun. Whether it was Liu Zizheng or Yang Junshan, all eyes were widened at this moment.

(End of this chapter)