The heavy rain on the border of Chen State did not just fall in that small border town.

In the bluestone alley outside a school a hundred miles away from that small town, two figures with umbrellas stood shoulder to shoulder at the entrance of the school, looking up at the gray tiles opposite the school, both silently.

Listening to the sound of books coming from the school, the Confucian scholar in Qingshan suddenly asked, "Master Luan, Lin Hongzhu has always been difficult to find. I wonder what method Lord Luan did to invite the remnant of the Demon Sect to leave the mountain?"

The old man with silver hair, known as Lord Luan, is short and wrinkled. If he hadn't been wearing Yunfeng's official uniform, which represents the highest rank of Chen's court officials, he would have been afraid that no matter where he was placed, he wouldn't have looked at the old man more.

But such an old man with a short stature, poor appearance, and no power is indeed the pillar of the Chen State, and a real pillar of the temple. When civil and military officials in the court saw this Luan Xiang, they were afraid that no one of them had a calm expression.

There has always been a saying in the temple of Chen State that when Luan Xiang was frowning, the entire Chen State would be covered with clouds.

Fortunately, although this Luan Xiang has a bad temper, it is difficult to have a threshold that he can't overcome. Therefore, the Chen State has been stable over the years. Even when Chen State was ordered by Emperor Yanling to destroy Zhou State, and when they were unable to stand up for a long time, the Luan Xiang still smiled all day long.

When the court officials were puzzled, they felt that they had taken a reassurance.

Now, for some reason, this Luan Xiang is not in the capital's mansion, but appears on the border. However, no one of the important officials in the capital's temple knew that this Luan Xiang had left Beijing. He only knew that this Luan Xiang had not attended court for several days on the grounds of being ill. The court officials were accustomed to such reasons that are common in the old prime minister's country. Anyway, in the prime minister's mansion, the "lively" Luan Xiang could see a "lively" Luan Xiang.

If that's the case, what's the point of worrying?

Luan Xiang did not turn his head, but his eyes were still on the gray tiles opposite him. "Who can guess Lin Hongzhu's thoughts? Too much talk is equivalent to more useless work. Therefore, I only spread the story of Zhou Xuance, a scholar who brought the seeds of studying, this time, whether Lin Hongzhu will stop him or not, who knows whether he or she will stop him?"

The Confucian scholar in green frowned and said, "Lin Hongzhuzhen and Zhou Xuance have an irreconcilable grudge. How dare you kill Zhou Xuance at the risk of being chased by Yanling Academy?"

Luan Xiang tilted his head, as if he was thinking about some old things about adulthood. After a long silence, the number one person in the Chen State Temple spoke slowly: "Lin Hongzhu's mind is hard to guess. The destruction of the Demon Cult is done by Zhou Xuance. Since Lin Hongzhu is the leader of the Demon Cult, he naturally has to trouble Zhou Xuance. He just slightly declared that he still has to do his best to keep Zhou Xuance's old man. In fact, it is hard to say. Lin Hongzhu is not bad at talent, and has such a half-a-half-year-old situation to 'walk' Zhou Xuance' even if he had the chance of winning against Lin Hongzhu back then, it is hard to say now."

Luan Xiang paused and said self-deprecatingly: "We scholars are good at calculating people's hearts, and they are good at talking. But if we really fight each other with life and death, we are really not as good as Lin Hongzhu."

The Confucian scholar in the green clothes burst into laughter, "Since Zhou Xuance has Lin Hongzhu to deal with him, why don't Luan Xiang allow me to solve the study seed?"

Luan asked instead: "Can you see through Lin Hongzhu's thoughts?"

The Confucian scholar in the green clothes apologized after a moment: "I am abrupt."

The old man waved his hand and signaled that it was not inconvenient. "No one can guess Lin Hongzhu's mind. Who knows what he will do when he acts rashly? Isn't it a waste of this plan?"

The Confucian scholar in the green shirt sincerely praised: "Luan Xiang lives in the temple and is located in the secular world, but he can always see the things on the mountain. It is really rare to have Luan Xiang in Chen State."

The old man stretched out his hand under an umbrella, took a handful of rain, and said disappointedly: "It is not necessarily true that when he came down from the mountain, he thought about assisting a generation of wise monarchs to destroy Yanling. However, although the three monarchs of Chen State were not mediocre masters, their vision and mind were really different. Therefore, Chen State has been in my hands for decades, but this is not as good as Zhou State. The emperor of Zhou State at least had a courage that was not inferior to that of Yanling. If he had chosen Zhou State back then, he might have great potential, and at least he could see the way forward."

The Confucian scholar in Qingshan did not make any difference to Luan Xiang's words. He just said calmly: "It is difficult for Luan Xiang to shake it for a dynasty that has been rooted in mountains, rivers and land for six thousand years. Now he wants to destroy it, but I am afraid it is as difficult as climbing to heaven?"

The old man asked, "How difficult is it?"

The Confucian scholar in blue smiled bitterly and said, "It's harder than becoming a saint."

The old man shook his head, "It's too difficult to become a saint. I only chose something that I have at least had the chance to succeed. Otherwise, after these hundreds of years, I will really feel bored and grow old slowly?"

The Confucian scholar in green clothes bowed and said, "Luan Xiang is free and easy."

The old man lowered his head and looked at himself

The mud on the back of the shoes said softly: "Half an hour later, when you go to that small town, no matter what, the winner will be decided. Lin Hongzhu has many killer moves. If he is really determined to keep Zhou Xuance, he will not hold back. At that time, no matter the winner, you will have a chance of winning against Xuance last week."

The Confucian scholar in green nodded and was thinking about saying something, but the old man had turned around.

The blue-clothed Confucian scholar passed away in a flash.

The old man walked into the school and kept talking while walking through the courtyard: "My spells and powers are three sayings, there is no room for me to be used in Chen State. If I change the party to Zhou State, the world will say that I, Luan Ping, is a white-eyed wolf. Haha, Luan Ping has planned for the three generations of Chen State for his life, and the benevolence and righteousness are done. Although Chen State does not let me down, I am still unkind. In this way, it is better not to make plans for Chen and Zhou State. If you change the party, you might as well change it away."

The sound of books in the school kept coming, and the old man came to the eaves in front of the door and stood with an umbrella.

The teacher who was teaching inside was wearing a linen dress and glanced outside the door. After seeing the old man, he hurried out of the school, came to the old man, and called him respectfully.

The old man waved.

The teacher bent over so that the short-sized old man put his hands on his shoulders.

The old man asked with a smile: "I know, do you remember the ten-year agreement between you and me?"

The teacher pinned the scroll around his waist and replied, "Remember it in your heart."

The old man laughed, "It's so great, so today, Mr. I'm here to ask you, do you want to be a short-lived court pillar, or do you want to preach and answer questions for others all your life?"

The teacher was silent for a long time and did not dare to speak.

The old man waved his hand, "I get it."

"Go to the capital, everything is arranged, and you can choose one of the six ministries. Ten years later, you will achieve something."

The teacher looked up and asked, "What did that sir?"

The old man sighed, "It's just from one pond to another."

The teacher stops talking.

The old man left with an umbrella, and the teacher bowed to him.

Walking in the rain and stepping on a series of water droplets, the old man's mood is not good or bad. In fact, he doesn't have to think about the choice of this registered disciple, so he naturally cannot say whether he is disappointed or not. But as he is old, the old man always feels that something should happen unexpectedly.

But not.

Things in the world are as normal as possible, and it is difficult to change.

——

The battle in the heavy rain is still anxious.

The leader of the Demon Cult, Lin Hongzhu, was wearing a red dress and was now wet, with white hair covered with raindrops. But even so, this mountain monk who was once famous at the time did not seem to be at a disadvantage.

Instead, Zhou Xuance, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella, had a pale face.

The battle between monks, fighting for realm and cultivation.

Among these three, Zhou Xuance was the best.

But it's still a little bit unbearable.

At this point, even he had to admit that the cultivation level of this Demon Sect leader who had been silent for many years was different from the past and was very difficult to deal with.

Since Lin Hongzhu stopped at that time, he has not taken a step back until now.

The leader of the Demon Sect rushed out in a crazily manner, which was like a burning stone.

The main road is filled with wind and rain, creating a strange scene.

The two stood in the storm, not giving in to each other.

Gu Yuan, who was on one side, was anxious, but he couldn't help much.

This reading seed is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in front of such a powerful monk, and has no effect.

——

On a street in the city, Li Fuyao, carrying a sword box, met a blue-clothed scholar.

This young swordsman opened the sword box and drew his sword almost immediately.

But after a moment, he still flew backwards. The blue-clothed Confucian scholar stepped on Li Fuyao's face and said calmly: "The Ningshen Realm dares to ruin my big business. If you don't die today, there is still a reason? So what about the swordsman? Is it true that it is still six thousand years ago, and everyone has to avoid you?"

The energy in Li Fuyao's spiritual mansion ran wildly, lying in the rain, still struggling to get up.

The blue-clothed scholar glanced at the square sword box beside him, and the blue hair in the sword box trembled slightly.

The Confucian scholar in green frowned and hadn't seen such a sword in many years.

He kicked Li Fuyao out with one kick.

"If you were among the three religions, you could save your life today, but you were a swordsman. How could you keep you?"

The blue-clothed Confucian scholar looked plain.

Li Fuyao spat a mouthful of blood and struggled to get up.

Holding Xiaoxue and handing it out with a sword.

After a moment, it flew out again.

Break a wall of earth.

The situation is tragic.

Li Fuyao smiled bitterly.

But he still struggled to get up, but the blue-shirted Confucian scholar pinched his throat, "It's really annoying that there are swordsmen like you in the mountains and rivers."

Throw Li Fuyao out casually.

The Confucian scholar in green wiped his hands on his collar.

Feel dirty?

After Li Fuyao flew backwards.

A lantern rolled out.

The gift given by our ancestor Xu Ji.

The blue-clothed Confucian scholar took a step forward and was suddenly forced to stop.

A sharp sword energy surged between heaven and earth.

The sword is sweeping here.

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To be continued...