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In the huge Shangyin Academy, the breeze blows slowly.

The faint ripples of the lotus lake in the academy are blown up, just like the waves of a woman's sadness.

The world has never been like this before, with the most densely packed top masters gathered in the world for hundreds of years. The number of people is enough to shake the two rivers and lakes in Liyang and Beimang, and almost most of them have the mentality of fighting to the death.

This is very different from when Cao Changqing and Deng Tai'a climbed to the top of Emperor Wu City. At that time, there were many spectators, hiding dragons and crouching tigers, but in the end only two people actually took action. They watched the fun but did not join in the fun. Compared with the impact of this

The great negotiations in the entire arena of the Central Plains and even in the world are too far behind.

Among the martial arts masters who have surfaced and rushed there in person are Li Dangxin, the white-robed monk from the Liangchan Temple, the ancestor of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, Chai Qingshan, the leader of the Dongyue Jianchi Sect, Li Yuaxe, the Immortal Palmist from Wudang who has just returned from slaying a dragon and attracted worldwide attention, and the rest

For example, Langtuoshan Tantric Sect, Guanyin Sect, Youyan Villa, Kuaixue Villa and other forces have all come to support the masters of the sixteen factions.

There are more masters involved in all forces in the world, such as Xu Fengnian who conquered Western Shu in Northern Liang alone, Chen Zhibao who carried a plum stick, Yuan Zuozong, the third man in the Liyang army, the white bear, Chu Lushan who controlled most of the secret spy agencies in Northern Liang, Da Chu

Cao Changqing, a high-ranking official in Tsing Yi, Jiang Ni, the newly famous sword fairy emperor, Gu Jiantang, the best swordsman in the world in Huaibei, Zhao Yi, the king of Guangling, Zhao Bing, the king of Yanchi, and their respective first-class masters.

What we are playing this time is a dynasty-changing game of competing for the throne in the Central Plains, plotting against each other to kill and devour each other, and finally become the dragon.

This grand negotiation will determine the structure of the world in Liyang and even the world in Beimang. It is so broad that it includes most of the world's forces. There are five major forces competing for hegemony in the world. No one dares to have the last laugh.

In the grand negotiation, four people attracted the most attention.

Xu Weixiong, who is armed with the Red Chi Sword, is the first in the rouge list. He is said to be unparalleled in the world by nineteen Taoists. He is said to be "Xu Ten and Thirteen". He was taught by Wang Ba Shu and Zong Heng Dao at Shangyin Academy.

, the art of war, yin and yang, and chess are the best in the academy, and he is the most outstanding disciple in the academy. He is sincerely convinced by the three thousand Jixia scholars and is named "Mr. Big" and "The Second Huanglongshi".

What is deeply interesting is that Huang Longshi, who played against Xu Weixiong, also came from Shangyin Academy.

He was also the most outstanding disciple in the academy, recognized as the number one in the Nineteenth Path, and number one in cursive script and yin-yang prophecy.

One in front of the other, one old and one new, giving this highly interesting national war game an air of fateful duel.

In addition to these two people, there was another battle that affected the overall situation of the world.

Standing at the top of Emperor Wu's city, the invincible Wang Xianzhi has left the city, and the new swordsman Chen Jun, who has just started to take up the sword after Li Chungang, has just started.

This war and grand negotiation will surely go down in history and be passed down through the ages. Everyone present is a witness and person who has experienced it.

There is a feeling that the spring and autumn are passing away. Even the ancestors of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, Chai Qingshan, the leader of the Dongyue Jianchi Sect, and other great masters in the world can't help but pay close attention, looking forward to the first words spoken by this sword god.

The invincible old monster Wang has been lonely for too long.

There were many people who went up to the Emperor Wu's city but never came down. The few records of heroic speeches are that when Cao Changqing climbed up the building for the first time, he said, "I want to have a few romantic fights with my seniors." Deng Tai'a wanted to show off his talents even more.

"I have a sword to ask you." Most of the mediocre young people and those who died at the hands of old monsters were relatively respectful and restrained.

For example, if the Sword God's words are not surprising and he will never stop, but he says something like, "I'll cut off your head and use it as a wine flask," that would be interesting.

Swordsmen with long swords are looking forward to it.

"You're watching what I do, but I don't owe you any money."

Chen Jun walked through the ancient military training field of the Academy, stepping on the small corridor covered with bluestones, and his chuckles echoed by the lake.

Many swordsmen were disappointed.

Chen Jun's eyes fell on Wang Xianzhi, who was dressed in linen. Even though the autumn weather was getting thicker and the weather was getting colder, his clothes had not changed from the last time. His image was still the same, tall and tall, with a gray beard and a bright head, and he had the spirit of fighting a giant whale with his bare hands.

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"Do you know what I wanted to say when I just saw you?"

"I would like to hear the details." Wang Xianzhi said.

"I want to say that you are here as a long-time friend, but if you think about it carefully, plus I have only met you twice this time, we are not friends yet.

Or bring a pot of wine, because you and I are fighting to the death, and one of us will die if we can't keep it together. Taking a sip of wine before the battle does not fit the image of those masters of romance and legend."

The elderly swordsmen probably didn't understand the meaning of the words, but the young men and women holding long swords had stars-like reverence in their eyes.

This kind of psychology is like that of a fledgling male and female swordsman, but it is very interesting to be told by the strongest swordsman in the world.

The image given to people is that the Sword God is not like a cold and arrogant god, but rather like a kind and kind senior brother beside him, who is telling the story of his psychological journey through the world.

Wang Xianzhi shook his head: "You don't need so many false gifts!"

"Are you in a hurry?"

"Don't worry, since you're here, you can't leave this time."

Chen Jun nodded and walked to the front of the academy. The masters on both sides consciously gave way to a path. When he saw Xu Weixiong and Huang Longshi playing chess, he asked: "Why are we playing chess?"

Xu Fengnian shook his head, saying that he didn't know it when he came here. Cao Changqing said softly: "I swear by the way of heaven to control the luck of the Zhao family in Beiliang and Liyang.

Xu Weixiong was entrusted by Xu Xiao to comprehensively coordinate the three fronts of Beiliang, Xishu and Huainan. Huang Longshi took the fortune-drawing chessboards of Guangling King Zhao Yi, Yanchi King Zhao Bing, Nanjiang Road, Guangling Road, Dongyue Road and part of Jiangnan Road for gambling.

One city, one son, determines the pattern of the world."

Xu Fengnian looked at Xu Weixiong, the second sister in the game, and looked stunned.

Cao Changqing sighed: "There are only a handful of opponents in the world who can compete with Mr. Huang in chess. Back then, Mr. Huang and Li Dangxin played two games. They first sacrificed the lives of more than 300 monks. Each man made a piece and died in one game.

Forty-three.

Later, hundreds of Buddhist temples in hundreds of counties in the world were used as chess pieces. If you lose a piece, one will be destroyed. If you win, the Liyang Dynasty will build another one. Now the old man Huang is betting on the luck of the Zhao family and Beiliang. The world

There is no greater feat than this.

Now Xu Weixiong and Huang Laogai have just started to gain momentum, and there is no clear winner yet. If you stop them and resist the backlash, you can still stop them."

Many experts were shocked.

"It seems that the high officials have turned from being kingly to domineering and have increasingly forgotten the principles of Confucianism."

At this moment, a voice came from the Moral Merit Forest of Shangyin Academy, and a middle-aged Confucian scholar led another older Confucian scholar to walk slowly.

A smile appeared on the corner of the middle-aged Confucian scholar's mouth. It was Qi Yanglong, the chief wine drinker of Shangyin Academy. He shook his head and muttered something: "The Master said: The way of heaven and earth is broad, thick, high, bright, and long.

You can't be bullied for a long time!"

Qi Yanglong recited famous quotes from the sages' books that have been passed down through the ages as if they were scripted.

When Cao Changqing heard the voice, he turned his head and immediately fell into a trance. It was not because of the grand sacrificial wine of the three astonishing counselors Yuan Benxi, Xun Ping, and Xie Feiyu, but because he saw the elderly Confucian scholar beside him.

The old Confucian scholar couldn't help but sigh.

Cao Changqing trembled, and without hesitation, he immediately bowed and bowed, just like a Confucian scholar in green who was ignorant of his studies.

Except for Jiang Ni, there is no one in the world who can afford Cao Changqing's worship. Even Wang Xianzhi is not qualified. The old Confucian scholar happens to be qualified.

Because since the fall of the Qin Dynasty, for eight hundred years, generations of scholars in the world have been reciting the words "Confucius said" that are densely packed in the books of sages.

Nowadays, the imperial examination is being promoted in Liyang, and there are more scholars. Naturally, it is even worse.

This "Master said".

That is what the first generation of Confucianism, Sage Zhang, said.

Facing the first generation saint of the Confucian sect, Cao Changqing bowed without any reluctance from the bottom of his heart, but it was just a bow and he immediately recovered his figure. Now the high official is no longer a mere Confucian scholar, shouldering the heavy responsibility of reviving the Western Chu.

Wang Xianzhi concentrated his eyes and looked at the old Confucian scholar, who was motionless, but Chen Jun said: "He has been hiding for eight hundred years, is he not worthy of your action?"

As soon as these words came out, it was like throwing a big stone into a flat lake, causing a sudden wave of waves.

"With the exception of Lu Zu, no one in the three religions can be beaten!"

The light words seemed to be explaining a simple and true truth, no different from the ordinary tone. The first-generation Confucian saint was not angry at Wang Xianzhi's arrogance.

A man stood hunched over, like an invisible breeze. No matter how many celebrities and great masters present here, such as the ancestor of the Wu Family Jianzhong, the head of the Guanyin Sect, etc., could conduct mental explorations, they could not capture the existence of this old man at all.

Someone finally thought about it and vaguely looked directly at the impossible guess in his heart.

The old Confucian scholar in front of me should have been dead for eight hundred years.

Especially since the founding of the Dafeng Dynasty, the status of Confucianism has been rising. In subsequent dynasties, this man has been revered by kings as the most holy teacher!

Countless civil servants, whether famous or not, were worshiped by his side during his lifetime, which was regarded as a supreme honor!

This humble old Confucian scholar.

He is the first generation Zhang family saint!

Suddenly there was a commotion and an uproar. The well-educated Confucian scholars from several miles away from Shangyin Academy, as well as many masters and masters from all walks of life, all bowed down to worship.

The old Confucian scholar accepted it calmly and deserved it.

Only a few people on the field did not bow down, but great masters such as Wu Jianzhong and Dongyue Jianchi showed rare uneasiness.

In the eight hundred years of human life, Lu Zu was never that far away.

There are only a few people in Shangyin Academy who can be treated as normal, and the only ones who play chess are Xu Weixiong, Huang Longshi, Chen Jun and Wang Xianzhi.

The old Confucian scholar stood there, looking up at the man in white in front of him, "Isn't it a pleasure to have a visitor from afar? I have seen the Sword God."

Chen Jun's heart did not waver at all about this Confucian sect's first sage, and he was not even more interested in him than the medicine sage who might live for more than a hundred years, so that they could still communicate and discuss it.

Chen Jundao: "It seems that the Academy is presiding over and maintaining this big negotiation."

The old Confucian scholar nodded and said: "Xu Weixiong and Huang Longshi are the most outstanding disciples of the old and new generations of the academy. Since they have decided to fight for national war, no one can stop them.

What's more, Xu Xiao marched his troops across the Six Kingdoms, breaking the backbone of the Spring and Autumn Period, and leaving new graves all over the Central Plains! Do you really think that Beiliang doesn't need to pay off its debts for this?

Now that the world is in chaos, the Xu family is taking advantage of the situation to compete for the top spot. How can it be so easy?

Even if you, the sword god, help the python become a dragon, you still have to follow some rules in everything." There is edge and mystery in his words.

In an instant, the plum wine in Chen Zhibao's hand gradually turned from green to purple.

Xu Weixiong trembled all over during the chessboard game.

Xu Fengnian was shocked and angry.

"Why block it?

I like to leave professional matters to professional people. I can't beat Huang Longshi at chess, but I feel at ease playing Xu Weixiong against him."

Chen Jun put his five fingers gently on Xu Fengnian's shoulders and said slowly in a magnetic voice: "But from your tone, it sounds like you are dissatisfied with Beiliang and the Xu family."

His tone was the same as Wang Xianzhi's, neither of them used any saintly title for this Confucian saint.

Chen Jun continued: "As Xu Fengnian's teacher, I need to mention Beiliang and the Xu family. Huang Longshi is your disciple, right?"

The old Confucian scholar nodded, "You are the youngest disciple I have ever accepted."

"In this case, Huang Longshi lobbied for the National War of the Nine Kingdoms in the Spring and Autumn Period, started many wars with one mouth, and killed three million people with his lips and tongue. He was the leader of the three demons in the Spring and Autumn Period. How should this account be settled?"

"Should it be on him or on you?

I remember that there is a saying in the Confucian sage book, 'If the teaching is not strict, the teacher will be lazy.' As the first sage of the Confucian sect, and your teacher for eight hundred years, what do you think?"

Xu Fengnian's eyes lit up when he compared Confucian classics to Confucian classics. Even many masters in the world had never thought that the sword god with extraordinary swordsmanship could have such a quarrelsome side.

The old Confucian scholar narrowed his eyes and smiled: "The Sword God has great attainments in the art of vertical and horizontal skills, and he can be regarded as a master of the academy."

Chen Jun said loudly: "Sir, I can't stand it. I just want to ask you, as the first Confucian sage, how do you view the behavior of these two people?

If Huang Longshi indirectly killed three million people with his lips and tongue, causing countless people to be displaced and suffered from war and massacre, but also promoted the unification of the nine kingdoms of the Central Plains in the Spring and Autumn Period, which would have great benefits for the ages, then Xu Xiao's horse riding on the six kingdoms was certainly for his own glory.

Wealth and honor have even caused new graves all over the Central Plains, but how can it not speed up the process of reunification of the Central Plains?"

"Now the world is fighting for hegemony, and the people are suffering. A hundred years ago, the world was fighting for hegemony, and the people were suffering. Thousands of years ago, when the Qin Dynasty was unified, the world was also fighting for hegemony, and the people were suffering.

The only lesson people learn from history is that they don’t learn any lessons from history.

Thousands of years later, we will see that you and I are all passers-by in the long river of history, and so are everyone here, and this long history will not change in any way according to human will."

Chen Jun clasped his hands behind his back and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Now let me ask for my disciple Xu Fengnian, why should Beiliang's 300,000 cavalry guard the country and pay off debts?

The war decrees of the Spring and Autumn Period came from the Zhao family in Liyang, and it was the emperor of the Zhao family who gave orders to Xu Xiao. Now that the Zhao family can compete for the emperor, why can't Xu Fengnian, who is better and can speed up the process of unifying the world, not become the emperor?

Or is it Beiliang, Xu Xiao, or Xu Fengnian who has to lead three hundred thousand cavalry to die on the border for this so-called Liyang world? Only then can he be worthy of the world. Can he apologize in this way? Dare I ask for advice? "

The wind blew gently through Shangyin Academy, and there was silence.

Is this still the sword god who flies a thousand miles to kill people?

Almost everyone asked questions at the same time, and even Wang Xianzhi couldn't help but look slightly sideways at this moment, as if he was seeing this new sword god who has taken over the world's swordsmanship all over again.

Warmth flowed through Xu Fengnian's heart, thinking that the Xu family had suffered wanton insults from scholars all over the world for so many years, but Xu Xiao still stood firm on the border between Beimang and Beiliang. His eyes gradually blurred, and suddenly a hand patted his shoulder several times.

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A voice said: "As long as you are here, Beiliang will not be miserable!"

He suddenly turned around, and the ranger holding a wooden sword stood behind him with a playful smile, patting his shoulder. The person who spoke was a woman in purple, and her voice was as cold as before.

At this moment, Qingyun sect, one master and three disciples are all here.

"When three of us are walking together, there must be someone who can teach me."

The old Confucian scholar bowed slowly.

The Confucian scholars from the Confucian sect of Shangyin Academy looked at each other with stunned expressions.

Many masters in the martial arts world are as if they have seen a ghost. They all say that when a scholar meets a soldier, there is no reason to explain. However, when a master in the martial arts world encounters a Confucian master, he may not be able to beat him, let alone say it.

When it comes to the first-generation saint of Confucianism, the mentor to all generations, and the patriarch of the Confucian sect, the Sword God is the only one in the world, no, in the world, who can be said to be superior.

Not only is the sword amazing, but the words are even more amazing!