In the apricot forest, a scholar in white sat cross-legged on the bluestone with his knees placed a jade zither. At this time, he pressed his hands on the strings, looking at the sky without moving.

A girl next to her asked in a soft voice: "Teacher, you played the piano well just now, why did you suddenly stop playing?"

The scribe in white reached out and touched the girl's head, and smiled and said, "An old friend appeared, and the teacher had to stop for the time being."

The girl tilted her head and curiously said, "Old friend? Where is it?"

The scribe in white smiled and said, "It's in the sky, but also in front of you."

The girl smiled and said, "Teacher, you are playing the puzzle again!"

The scribe in white laughed and said, "Stupid girl, what do you know?"

He laughed a few times, and suddenly his eyes condensed.

In the void thousands of miles ahead of him, a green light flew rapidly with a long flame tail. After a few flashes, it had already arrived in front of him.

Amid the screams of the girl beside her, the white-clothed scholar snapped his fingers, and the jasper ring on the index finger suddenly emitted a bright and undecisive green light. The flying green light seemed to be attracted by the green light of the white-clothed scholar's ring. It flew to the right hand of the white-clothed scholar, and was gently grabbed in the palm of the white-clothed scholar.

"Ah, what is this teacher?"

The girl widened her black eyes and shouted softly: "Is it a meteor? Are there also meteors in broad daylight?"

The scribe in white spread his palms and smiled and said, "Come on!"

The girl curled her neck and looked at the palm of the white essay, and saw a small jade talisman made of jade lying quietly in the teacher's white palm.

The jade talisman in front of me is extremely small, only the size of a fingernail, but it reveals an extremely majestic and solemn atmosphere, which makes people unable to help but breathe slow down and dare not feel lazy.

At this time, the jade talisman was flowing in the palm of the white-clothed scholar's palm, as if he could breathe brightly and unstable, like a living thing.

"Teacher, is this the jade talisman?"

The girl was frightened by the breath of the jade talisman and asked softly: "Where did it fly from?"

The scribe in white did not answer the girl's question, but stood up and put Yaoqin aside, with his eyes looking at the jade talisman in his palm.

"boom!"

The jade talisman in the palm of his palm sensed the gaze of the essayer in white, and the blue light suddenly shone brightly, and the white-clothed scholar in white reflected all the beards and eyebrows.

The little girl next to her screamed, and was stimulated by the strong light and closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw the scribe in white standing on the spot with a look of shock. The jade talisman she had just been put away by him.

"Yang Xian, the Confucian clan?"

The scribe in white murmured to himself, "Who is Yang Xian?"

"Mr. Mei's apprentice?"

"Why are there such a martial arts master silently in the world?"

He was surprised, happy and strange, "Is there a great master in the Confucian sect besides Mr. Mei?"

The girl looked up at the teacher with a confused look on her face, not knowing what was wrong with the teacher.

Just when the middle-aged scribe was ignorant, some people had a different expression in another place.

This is a private school. Seven or eight students in the private school were shaking their heads and reciting poems. Suddenly, the old man holding a ruler in front of him opened the window. A ray of light flashed out of the window and instantly sank into the old man's sleeve.

The old man put his hands together and sat slowly on the main seat. After a faint light flashed through his sleeves, the old man shook and suddenly burst into tears.

Several students were surprised and stood up one after another, "Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

The old man shook his hand repeatedly and sobbed, "I'm fine, but I suddenly remembered an old friend, which is quite sad!"

When he spoke, he burst into tears and couldn't stop flowing, and he thought to himself: "I feel sorry for you, I have a new leader in the Confucian Sect!"

He turned around and looked at the holy elephant of the Confucian ancestor hanging on the gable behind him. He couldn't help but feel sad and his eyes were blurred. "The ancestor is here, and the disciples' inheritance is still there! The roots of our Confucian ancestors are still there!"

Just as the old man burst into tears, countless Confucian scholars were secretly crying among dozens of academies in Dazhou.

But within Zhongjing College of Zhongzhou, there was a middle-aged Confucian scholar looking at the sky with his hands behind his back and sneered, "Mei Niansheng, aren't you dead yet?"

This middle-aged Confucian scholar has a tall figure, thin eyes and long eyebrows, a straight nose and square mouth, a slightly gray temple, a grand demeanor and a majestic appearance.

Standing inside the academy, it seemed that the entire academy space could not accommodate him. As his chest fluctuated slightly, the surrounding space could not cause slight fluctuations visible to the naked eye.

He stood in the yard, and everyone was standing beside him, looking down on him.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar's eyes flashed, and he looked at a blue light flying from the sky, and sighed softly, "Is it so difficult to let someone die?"

While sighing, he reached out to take the jade talisman flying from the sky. After watching for a moment, he snorted coldly, "Yang Xian? The news from the third prince said that Yang Xian was not a martial arts master in his teens? When did he become a grand master? He was actually the leader of the Confucian sect!"

Several Confucian scholars behind him looked at each other in the appearance of a thin old man walked up to the middle-aged Confucian scholar and bowed and said, "Sect Master, what will we deal with these remnants of the Confucian scholars who have appeared?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said: "Check!"

He looked at the thin old man, "Tell the people from Jiantiansi to check it out! I have to find out the origin of the Confucian Yang Xian, and if there is any omission, carefully take their heads!"

The thin old man trembled and bowed, saying, "Yes!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said lightly: "The third prince disappeared in Qingzhou. Didn't the Lei tribe rush to Qingzhou to investigate the news? Where have they been?"

The thin old man said: "I have arrived in Qingzhou. It is said that they have confirmed that the death of the third prince should be related to the military strategist Wu Chaofeng, but it may also be related to Yang Xian who appeared in Qingshan Town, Qingzhou."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said: "No matter how arrogant the Wu family is, they will not have the intention to rebel. Even if the third prince was killed by Wu Chaofeng, it is not a big deal. Only the group of rioters who have no king or father in front of them are the biggest concerns."

The thin old man lowered his head and said, "Yes!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said: "I will order the Lei tribe to search Qingzhou and find this Yang Xian for me first!"

The thin old man said, "Yes!"

When the middle-aged Confucian scholar saw that he should have said something but did not retreat, he asked, "What else is there?"

The thin old man said carefully: "Sect Master, there are still many children of rioters in the academy now. What should I do?"

"Um?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at the thin old man after hearing this.

"Plop!"

When the middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at it, the thin old man seemed to be pressed by a giant mountain. His body suddenly bowed and he pierced his head on the ground, shattering the bricks and stones on the ground.

"Don't touch them first. The status of these people is extraordinary. If they move them, they will be harmful to us and not beneficial to us. Just put them under house arrest."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at the thin old man, "I will talk more in the future and pull out my tongue."

The thin old man pulled his head out of the ground, took out a bunch of debris, and buckled his head at the middle-aged Confucian scholar, "Yes, yes, yes, my subordinates have recorded it!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, "Is there another immortal who humiliates you?"

The thin old man disheveled his head and said, "The sect leader Shengming, today the villain was slapped by Zhou Hong, so he was a little angry."

The middle-aged man snorted, "What are you going to mess with him?"

He waved his hand to the thin old man, "Get out, don't mess with these old people!"

“Yes, yes, yes!”

The thin old man bowed and retreated a few feet before he straightened up and reached out to wipe his sweat.

After the middle-aged Confucian scholar ordered the thin old man, he looked up at the sky and clenched his fists, "Mei Niansheng, are you dead?"

He murmured, "If you are not dead, then come to Zhongjing!"
Chapter completed!