Taiping Inn

While Li Xuandu arrived at the Qi Palace, Old Man Long also left the Saint's Mansion, with three hermits, four high priests and mountain masters accompanying him.

However, Old Man Long did not rush to Qixia Mountain, but went to Sheji Academy first.

A spring rain suddenly fell.

For a group of visitors, the raindrops in the sky naturally cannot touch the slightest, but the people of Ziyanshan were a little angry at the chaotic raindrops that could not be cut. They raised their hands and waved them gently. When the raindrops in the sky were more than ten feet away from the ground, they were still more than ten feet away from the ground. All of them disappeared. The Ziyanshan people did not want to show how extraordinary their cultivation was, but just because they were a little restless.

Old Man Long signaled everyone to stop and then walked to the depths of Sheji Academy alone.

There was rain here and no rain, and there was still drizzle in other places. Most of the Sheji Academy was still covered by white mist. The raindrops hit the black tiles on the rows of roofs, with a rapid sound and clear hangs on the eaves. waterline.

Meng Zheng stood at the door with his hands behind his back, looking at the old man Long walking from the rain, and asked, "What are you here to do?"

Old Man Long walked out of the rain, came under the eaves, stood side by side with Meng Zheng, and smiled faintly, "Come and meet old friends."

Meng Zheng snorted coldly: "I am the only one here. I don't think we are friends. The reason why we didn't drive people is that we know we can't beat you, and the other is that you saved my life back then."

Old Man Long didn't care and sighed: "So many years have passed, but you haven't changed much."

Meng Zheng looked coldly: "Why, it's still as smelly and hard as before, and he doesn't know how to lift his feet?"

Old Man Long smiled and said, "It can also be said that he is upright."

Meng Zheng snorted lightly.

Old Man Long did not turn to see Meng Zheng's face, and said to himself: "I have no other intentions this time. First, because I am on the way, and second, because I have not had much time. I will meet my old friend again before leaving. In the future Even if you want to see it, you can't see it."

"It's just right if you can't see me. Go to the sky quickly to avoid being upset on the ground." Meng Zheng said coldly, "Not many people want to see you."

Old Man Long sighed: "It seems that I am really an unpleasant person."

Meng Zheng said calmly: "You were like this before, you were self-righteous. If you didn't have high cultivation enough, who would be happy to listen to you?"

Old Man Long was still not angry at all and smiled and said, "The past has been too long and I can't remember it."

Meng Zheng sarcastically said, "Can people who live forever forget things even when they are old?"

Old Man Long looked at the rain outside and said calmly: "The immortals will not grow old, but after experiencing too many things, their mood will grow old. We are all old, I become the leader of the hermit, and you become the Sheji Academy. The high-priest wine, the grievances and grievances of the past will eventually disperse.”

Meng Zheng also looked at the rain curtain and said nothing.

Old Man Long continued, "Have you ever thought that you can study in this place with peace of mind and study in your study with peace of mind because there is a Confucian school that shelters you from the wind and rain. If the Confucian school does not exist, the wind and rain It will blow into your study, those delicate lonely and rare books cannot withstand the rain and wind a few times."

Meng Zheng sneered, "So, I want to thank you for your shelter from the wind and rain."

Old Man Long said calmly: "I am the gatekeeper of the Confucian Sect, and this is my duty."

Meng Zheng had no expression on his face: "The gatekeeper? I think he is the leader of the Confucian school and the regent of the court. Today, what else do you dare not do?"

Old Man Long chuckled and said, "You are too arrogant to me. If you really do anything, why should I bother to go to Qixia Mountain and run directly to Penglai Island to kill Li Xuandu?"

Meng Zheng sneered: "Killing one Situ Xuance is not enough. You have to kill another Li Xuandu. Is this also the way of a saint?"

Old Man Long leaned on the dragon-head crutch in his right hand, stretched out his left hand to catch some raindrops, and slowly said, "Whether Situ Xuance or Li Xuandu, maybe they are right, maybe I am wrong, but that is not the key, The key is that they have harmed the interests of Confucianism. Every generation has what they should do, in their position and in their own affairs. Everything I do now is for Confucianism, not for myself. As for the way of the sage, This is the difference between you and me. Your talent is only suitable for learning in the pile of paper. You cannot do these things that are open and open. The books of the saints are all for people to read, and they are useless to do things. .”

Meng Zheng disagreed with it, but did not refute it, and was silent there.

Old Man Long laughed at himself: "Hui Lingjue is at most wind and rain, and it is already the upper level of Qiong Building. Only people know the warmth and coldness of it. When they were young, there were many friends who could talk, but the more they went back, the higher their status, the more friends they were. Younger, most of them died, and some turned against each other and became enemies, and eventually became lonely people."

"Whether you recognize it or not, I will regard you as a friend. The reason why I say this is that I just want to find someone to speak in the last few hours in this world."

Meng Zheng said slowly, "What you want to do cannot be said to be known to everyone, but smart people can see it. But I don't know where you come from."

Old Man Long said: "Li Xuandu and Xu Wugui are the same person in their hearts, and this is also the reason why Xu Wugui favors Li Xuandu. Xu Wugui is a person who likes to take risks, and eventually loses in the end. With Zhang Jingxiu Duizi, he had to ascend to death and worked hard for others throughout his life. Li Xuandu was no exception in this regard."

Meng Zheng frowned: "You put your hopes on Li Xuandu's risk, isn't it a risk in itself?"

Old Man Long did not deny: "Li Xuan knows that I want to kill him, and I also know that Li Xuan wants to kill me. The so-called picture is exhausted, now the rolled-up map is almost over, and both sides know that it is on the map The last one is the dagger used by the assassin. I don’t know if the assassin’s dagger stabs faster, or if the Wang Fujian is faster?”

When Zulong had not yet unified the world, the prince of Yan once commissioned an assassin to assassinate Zulong. The assassin disguised himself as an envoy of Yan and hid the dagger he used in the map scroll with the intention of offering Zulong the purpose of offering Zulong the purpose. The assassination acts during maps, which leads to the allusion of "the map is revealed".

But the result was not very good. The assassin failed to hit the attack and was blocked by the people in the hall. In the end, the king brought the sword and pulled it to attack the assassin and cut off his left thigh. Zulong attacked the assassin again and was injured by Ba Jian. The assassin knew that the matter was not done, so he leaned against the pillar and laughed, clasped and cursed, "The reason why things failed is that he wanted to kill him, and he would have to make an appointment to repay the prince." After the left and right, he killed the assassin.

"Which is better, which is better, or the other is better?" Old Man Long looked at Meng Zheng, "If you were in Li Xuandu's position, what would you choose?"

After thinking carefully for a moment, Meng Zheng replied, "I always feel that there are always big variables hidden in what has never happened. If you attack later, you will be controlled by others, and if you attack first, you may be controlled by others."

Old Man Long smiled and said, "Actually, there is no difference between the two. To put it bluntly, it depends on who is more powerful, who has a higher level, many magic weapons, and mysterious skills."

Meng Zheng smiled coldly: "This is the fundamental purpose of your visit today. You came for that fairy thing."

Old Man Long did not deny it.

The immortal objects in the Sheji Academy are not in the hands of the high-ranking priest Huang Shiyuan, nor in the hands of Wu Zhenyue and Wu Fengcheng, but in the hands of the oldest and oldest high-ranking priest Meng Zheng, to be precise, it is in the house behind Meng Zheng. Hidden.

However, the friendship between Mr. Long and Meng Zheng is also true. He does not want to directly suppress others with his power, especially when it is particularly necessary for the Confucian school to unite.

Meng Zheng was silent for a long time and sighed: "For the Confucian school."

"For the Confucian school." Old Man Long nodded.

Meng Zheng said slowly, "After all, I am not the owner of the immortal creature, I am just keeping it for the sake of the people. If this is the opinion of most people, then I will not just act alone."

Old Man Long said, "This is indeed what most people mean. Hermits, high priests, mountain masters, and saints' mansions have all agreed."

Meng Zheng looked at Old Man Long. After a while, he seemed to be sure that Old Man Long was not a fake, so he turned around and walked into Tibet: "Come with me."

Old man Long followed Meng Zheng into Tibet.

In fact, Old Man Long was also a little curious about what the immortal objects in the Sheji Academy were. Two saints once appeared in the Sheji Academy, one was the Sub-Saint and the other was Xun Qing. I just don’t know which saint is related to. Old Man Long felt that it was mostly related to Xun Qing. After all, Xun Qing had been in charge of the Sheji Academy for ten years and was the first high priest of the Sheji Academy. It is reasonable to say what he left behind to pass on to later generations. But then I thought about it, Xun Qing’s status in the Confucian Sect was awkward, somewhat similar to Yang Zhu of the Taoist Sect, so it may also be left as a sub-sacred place.

Meng Zheng led Old Man Long to the second floor. There was no formation of the Supreme Holy Temple here. Meng Zheng simply took out a box from a bookshelf and handed it to Old Man Long.

Old Man Long took the purple-black box about two feet long and one foot wide with one hand, and was a little surprised: "Is this an immortal thing?"

"Yes." Meng Zheng said coldly, "I have never opened this box. Of course, I don't know what it contains. Maybe it's an empty box."

Old Man Long didn't think so. He just hoped not to be like the "world chess game" in the Wanxiang Academy. Although the immortal objects were mysterious, they were of little use for head-on confrontation.

Old Man Long hesitated for a moment, put down the dragon-head crutch in his hand, held the box with his left hand, and lifted the box lid with his right hand.

As Old Man Long opened the box, countless golden lights burst out from it, illuminating the face of Old Man Long and the entire second floor of the Tibetan house. The golden light was not dazzling, but it only coated everything with a layer of gold edge.

Meng Zheng was also shrouded in golden light. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the box in Old Man Long's hand, but he could only see the golden light that looked like a substance.

Old Man Long looked at the box that had been opened in his hand, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. Under the illumination of the golden light, his eyes also turned golden.