The two of them printed the green jade rubbing on the brocade cloth together, and Han Fei carefully folded the brocade cloth and placed it in his arms.

The two of them exchanged greetings for a moment and left the seat together.

When they parted, Han Fei said solemnly: "Han must help Brother Lin handle this matter. In addition, Brother Lin will say goodbye tomorrow, and Han must come in person!"

"Brother Han has suffered so much trouble, and Lin feels really guilty." Lin Luo agreed.

Han Fei sighed and shook his head: "Han and Brother Lin fell in love today and felt like a soulmate. Just seeing each other farewell at Changting, why not?"

After another humble statement, the two parted ways.

It was a little cold at night.

Lin Luo looked at the starry sky from afar, with stars sparse and bright moons, and the sky was full of stars. The lights in the Saint Sage Village at the foot of the mountain and Qufu City were brilliant, reflecting the red light of the sky, competing for light with the stars and moons. After parting with Han Fei, Lin Luo did not go back as soon as possible, but returned to Guanhai Pavilion. After confirming that there was no one around, he took out the secret book he had drawn today from his arms, and saw the four words on the cover again, and a ecstasy surged in his heart and his mind was shocked.

I can't wait to open the first page and you can see two small lines of words:

All the energy is born, and the sword rushes to the waste acupoint;

Returning to the original martial arts, Zong Yuan has made great achievements.

Lin Luo has read some original works sporadically and knows that these four sentences are the top priority. The whole martial arts are born around these four sentences. This kung fu is the real magic skill I have always dreamed of, and its realm is much higher than the martial arts practiced now. However, Lin Luo's ability to draw this secret book from the ring undoubtedly shows that he is enough to practice the most basic practice of this skill.

When I opened the next few pages, there were more than ten pages of white paper, without any words or images, which made Lin Luo feel bad. He raised the pages and reflected them under the moon, and Lin Luo did not see any secrets in the pages, and it was really blank.

After turning over a dozen pages of blank space, some ordinary moves appeared, which are sword scores that are only learned by beginners of swords.

After dozens of moves, a mantra appeared, "The Qi is gone from the pulse and wrist, but it is too rushing, and the universe is reversed, turning soft into hardness!" Finally, he emphasized that he could not force his luck. Then he got to the topic and started to practice. However, Lin Luo only scanned it a few times and felt that it was unpredictable, especially the focus of the mapping at the beginning, which made him unable to make up his mind for a while.

Lin Luo looked through the secrets of magical skills from fifty or sixty pages from front to back.

Just a summary of the statement, Lin Luo was confused and unable to make up his mind to practice or not.

After putting away the secret book, he expanded his spiritual sense to investigate it. After confirming that no one had spyed privately, Lin Luo put away the secret book with confidence. His body quickly disappeared into the darkness like clouds.

The next morning, the disciples of the Lingyun Sect got up early, because this morning was the day when the master took them to the Saints Tower to worship the two saints.

"Shaoming, please help me see if my collar is flat and if my clothes are wrinkled?" Even Zhu Pengtao, who had always been laughing, kept a serious expression and carefully cared for his demeanor.

After cleaning up, Yu Yunxin personally combed Ximen Chuxue's hair. The beautiful glazed hair became more smooth and smooth under the scrubbing of the jade comb.

Lin Luo also changed into a dusty royal blue robe and changed to a spotless white robe.

After taking care of everything, under the guidance of Confucian disciples, the nine people solemnly went to the Tower of Saints.

Ascending the 365th stairs, the rituals and music sounded, bells and drums sounded, and the sound of the music of the tripod continued, resounding throughout the entire sage village.

Confucius was a ritual and music doctor in the Lu State during his lifetime. The ritual and music also occupied a large part of the six arts of gentlemen. The two sides were towering mountains and sang straight into the sky. The disciples stood in a row on both sides of the stone steps, with 730 people muttering and chanting the double Bible scriptures. The righteous spirit rose into the sky, with egrets and green birds, orioles and orioles rising into the sky, with hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix, surrounding the tower of the sages, with crisp and pleasant sounds endlessly.

The group was full of sincerity and stepped onto the stone staircase representing the year step by step, walked around the large tripod that burned incense and smoke, and came to the tower of the Saints.

The tower has nine floors in total, and nine is the ultimate number, and it also represents the highest. Glazed bricks and tiles, carved buildings and painted buildings, and the century-old Saint Tower has experienced vicissitudes and is spotless, as if it was a new thing yesterday, which shocked people.

Yan Hui stood at the gate of the Saint Tower in person, waiting for Lin Luo to arrive.

When the disciples saw the great disciple of Confucius, they couldn't believe it for a long time as Lin Luo first met yesterday. The white-haired Yan Jun was wearing a luxurious and beautiful robe, and his hair was like snow on his shoulders. His monster was full of righteousness and a profound sense of righteousness. He was truly a strange man of his generation.

Yan Hui smiled at Lin Luo slightly, put on the word "please", and under Yan Hui's leadership, nine people climbed to the ninth floor of the Saint Tower.

Burn incense and pray for blessings, and worship the wise.

Yan Hui was the first disciple of Confucius, so he was the first. Seeing Yan Hui's serious steps, Lin Luo kept it in his heart.

Then, Lin Luo was represented by incense.

The nine-story hanging is a portrait of the Double Saint, which is very exquisite. Lin Luo never thought that ink paintings could paint so well and lifelike. The temperament of the Double Saints escaped into reality through the characters in the painting.

To calm down, Lin Luo respectfully lit nine incense sticks, representing the nine people of Lingyun Sect. "Lin Luo, the second-generation leader of Lingyun Sect, came to worship the ancestors of Zhujing."

After the worship ended, Yu Yunxin and seven disciples retreated from the Saint Tower first, leaving Yan Hui and Lin Luo.

"What did Master Lin think about it? Today's worship is entirely based on the treatment of the second generation of Confucian disciples returning to their hometown to worship their ancestors." Yan Hui's words added a lot of pressure to Lin Luo. A person who was not a second generation of disciples actually worshiped the Confucian two saints as a second generation of disciples. This was originally a kind of pressure to say it out. But Lin Luo had already thought it clearly and was not going to interfere with the dispute between Confucian and Mohism.

"Lin saw everything that Yan Jun did for Lin today, remembered in his heart, and was very worried. Last night, Lin thought about it carefully. If a half-way guy like Lin Luo entered Confucianism with an extraordinary rule, he would be disrespectful to the two saints." Lin Luo finished speaking and said, "It was clear that he would not choose to enter Confucianism."

Yan Hui naturally heard the decisiveness and sighed and said, "It is the misfortune of the Confucian sect that the leader Lin cannot enter the Confucian sect, not the misfortune of the leader Lin."

Yan Hui's sigh made Lin Luo feel unbearable. It can be said that from the beginning to the present, the Confucian Sect has maintained extremely high-standard treatment for Lin Luo and his group, and has also made a promise to Lin Luo, which is so sincere.

"Mr. Yan, I don't know if I should say anything, or not." Lin Luo asked.

"What's the lesson for Master Lin?"

Lin Luo paused slightly and continued, "I wonder what Yan Jun thinks about the situation in the Confucian school?"

Yan Hui's eyes flashed with two lights and smiled, "Xun Qing did not read the wrong person. Did Master Lin also find that the Confucian Sect is too powerful now?"

Xun Qing?

Lin Luo frowned. Xun Qing looked down on me? But I have never met Xun Qing...

Suddenly returning to his senses, Lin Luo returned: "Since Mr. Yan also knows this problem, why do you still invite me to join the Confucian school?"

Since you know that Confucianism is powerful, you should learn from Taoism, practice like a mountain, avoid many disputes, and live longer.

"It is precisely because it is too huge that Confucian disciples have more than ten thousand things in the world. They can't lose their tails even if they have big tails! " Yan Hui sighed.
Chapter completed!