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here.Dazhen Southern Border.
Qingming Tianxia, Baiyu City, the main hall of the Taoist Palace on the top of the mountain.
"Master, the situation in Jizhou was like this at that time."
Xuanqing and Ling Xiao returned to Qingming Mountain with their swords, and immediately came to Qingming Taoist Palace.
Report the changes that occurred in Jizhou that day to the master god Xuying.
"So! You let the Confucianists go to Youzhou City?"
After listening to the report of the two, the voice of the Taoist in the phantom suddenly became a little colder.
"Yes, yes, Master..."
Hearing that Master's tone was wrong, Xuan Qing hurriedly explained with a respectful bow.
"For many years in Zuzhou, except for the king of Beiyou, no other heavenly man or martial artist has been born..."
"Nowadays a martial artist in the Dao realm suddenly appeared, and coincided with an accident in Youzhou in the northern border, my disciple worried that there might be a big issue behind this matter..."
"Just, let's hurry back to Qingming Mountain with Junior Brother Ling Xiao, and report this matter to Master and Uncles..."
In fact, the main reason is that the warrior's killing intent was too decisive and fierce that day.
He's worried... no, sure!
If you say more to stop them that day, even if you only target Confucianism, that person will definitely attack them.
After all, Wu Fu, a special cultivating group, is too rough and vulgar.
They will not reason with you like monks, fists are their reasoning.
He had been to Youzhou City in advance, and he could probably imagine the tragic situation of King Beiyou and his junior.
"Confused!"
Chapter 392
"Confused!"
The voice of the phantom god was ethereal, but it was filled with endless coldness and reprimand.
"The avenue of heaven and earth has no form or image, and there is no normal state."
"Therefore, there is no distinction between important and unimportant things in the world."
"Whether it is important or not depends on chance and time."
"Xuanqing, you have followed the poor Taoist cultivator for many years, and your formations, swordsmanship, and supernatural powers are all amazing."
"Why does the short-cut path always disappoint the teacher so much!"
"This, Master..."
Hearing the words of the god in the phantom, Xuan Qing's face turned a little pale, and he quickly bowed to admit his mistake.
"Master, this disciple knows his mistake!"
"Know what's wrong? Then tell me what's wrong with you?" the god asked coldly.
"Disciple, disciple shouldn't have been jealous at that time, and be suppressed by that warrior's killing intent." Xuan Qing replied sincerely.
"Absurd, absurd! That's not your fault. Your fault is that you can't see clearly the trend of the human race, and you can't see the general trend at that time."
"The situation of the day, let alone a warrior in the divine realm, even if he is a half-step warrior."
"You shouldn't leave here, let the Confucianists go to the northern border of Youzhou!"
The tone of the gods was colder, with a hint of coldness.
Hearing these words, Xuan Qing's pale face showed a hint of hesitation.
"This... Master, Confucianism has been in decline for thousands of years."
"There were 72 Confucian academies back then, but now there are only Confucian sages who created the cliff academy."
"Nowadays, there is Guozijian to contend with, and there are very few Confucianists in the Dazhen court."
"Master, why do you treat them so...so..."
"Xuanqing, you want to say that you are jealous." The Void Shadow God interrupted.
"Disciple doesn't understand, please ask Master to clarify." Xuan Qing did not deny it.
The phantom god sighed softly, narrowed his phantom eyes for a moment, and said in a deep voice.
"Oh, you don't understand the inheritance of Confucian cultural movement."
"On the surface, the difference between their Confucianists and ordinary students is only that they practice Confucianism and Taoism, and cultivate the righteousness of the world."
Xuan Qing nodded slightly in recognition of the god's words, "Then, what is it actually? Master?"
"Actually, it's the same. It's just that you don't understand this awe-inspiring aura."
"The awe-inspiring spirit of Confucian literary movement originates from the literary heart, comes from the heart, and is passed on from generation to generation."
"This is the inheritance that Pindao fears and fears the most."
"Oh, that poor scholar is more difficult to deal with than those two bald donkeys in the west."
"Then..." Xuan Qing suddenly understood what the Taoist said.
"Master, Li Baoping is going to the northern border of Youzhou this time. In fact, the Academy has already known about the northern border."
"Going this time, even at the expense of breaking up with the Daoist sect, the purpose is to fight for the cultural fortune of the Dazhen Dynasty, and to fight for a chance for Confucianism?!"
"Hehe, figured it out?" The deity smiled coldly, and then said, "The carving knife is a sacred object of Confucianism, and that little girl is a future scholar of Confucianism."
"But carrying the holy object with you, didn't you think it was not that simple at the time?"
"Even the old thing from Qingyun Houshan would not carry a sacred carving knife with him like this."
"This!" Suddenly, Xuan Qing's face was extremely cold and icy, "Master, disciple... I will stop and kill her now, and I must kill her in the northern border!"
"It's too late to go again now, what's the use of it?"
The god's illusory eyes raised and half-closed slightly, and he sighed for a moment.
"Oh, that's the end of the matter, that's all..."
"Master, this disciple is guilty, please punish me!"
With a plop, Xuanqing's face turned ashen, and he knelt down to plead guilty.
At this moment, how could he still not understand that he left that day.
In fact, it ruined the Taoist sect, half of the royal family's incense and luck.
If Confucianism won't have a future, it will rise strongly and even restore the millennium prosperity.
"Punishment, what you did in this trip is a big mistake, but the fault of Pindao is even worse than yours."
"Pindao inherited the Taoism of Huangting and founded Qingming Tianxia. He didn't want to accept inner disciples."
"But back then, seeing your amazing talent in formation and swordsmanship, I became interested in accepting disciples."
"In recent years, Pindao has only indulged you in practicing magic arts, but has not persuaded you to practice more Dao scriptures."
"That's why you are in the Qingming world today. No one can match your sophistication in technique, but you are estranged from the Dao at all costs."
"Master, it's all the disciple's fault!" Xuan Qing knelt down on the ground, leaning over to touch her face.
The old Taoist god sighed softly again, "Oh...forget it, the Taoist sect should have this calamity."
"Confucianism has been silent for thousands of years, but it is not necessarily a bad thing if it is revived today."
After speaking, he pondered for a moment, and looked at the Taoist in blue robes underground with his gray and illusory eyes.
"Xuanqing, get up and go back to Xiaoqing Peak first."
"Reciting the Taoism of Huang Ting behind closed doors for three years is counted as the teacher's punishment for you this time."
"Three years later, I will be a teacher to leave the customs, and I will teach you better."
"Yes, Xuan Qing respectfully thank Master."
Xuan Qing respectfully saluted.
"Well, if the heart is not dead, the Tao will not be born, if the desire is not extinguished, the Tao will not exist, and if the skills are not forgotten, the Tao will not be far away."
"Just write it down, understand it well, and go."
"Yes, Master."
After finishing speaking, Xuanqing made another Taoist salute, then got up and left Qingming Taoist Palace.
Following his departure, an old man with a skinny wooden sword came in from the side hall and bowed slightly to the phantom god.
"Brother..."
The god phantom nodded back, "Junior Brother, you already know the matter, right?"
The skinny Taoist nodded thoughtfully, "I heard, brother."
Xu Ying nodded slightly and cupped his hands, "Then I will trouble my junior brother to go to the capital and discuss with that kid Ming De."
"Send a prince to go to Qingyun Academy with you, and see what the one in the back mountain wants."
"Well, senior brother." Taoist Mu Jian slightly cupped his hands in response, lowered his brows and groaned slightly, and said again, "By the way, senior brother, that martial artist, should we look for it? How should we deal with it?"
"he."
Hearing this, the long brows of the god Wuwu visibly froze for a moment, and then sighed softly:
"Oh, Pindao would like to check, but I'm afraid there is no way to find it."
"This person is most likely the one who ruined our Taoist Youzhou plan."
"It's just that this person has mysterious luck, so he is not included in the deduction of Yin and Yang and gossip."
"What does senior brother mean?" The skinny Taoist frowned slightly.
"Brother, if you meet this person by chance in the future, you must kill him!"
"If you fail to meet, just ignore it for the time being."
"After three years as my brother, I will leave the seclusion, and I will find him to plot against him."
"Well, senior brother..." The skinny Taoist nodded.
"Okay, it's about the rise and fall of the Taoist sect, so let's go to the capital right away..."
"Okay, brother..."
As soon as the words fell, the skinny Taoist cupped his hands, and then disappeared into the Taoist palace with a illusory figure.
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In the evening, it was cloudy and rainy.
Dazhen, Kyoto City.
Chapter 393 Settle in Kyoto?
at dusk.
It was cold, windy and rainy.
Dazhen Capital City, the entire city was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.
However, the cold weather does not seem to affect the prosperity of this Dazhen capital.
Even at this hour of the evening, the wet and cold weather of late autumn rainy season.
The streets are still full of traffic and noisy.
Kyoto City is also a matryoshka structure of the outer city and the inner city Miyagi. It seems that ancient cities like this kind of structure, after all, it is safe.
The difference is that the inner city of Dazhen Kyoto City has nine gates.
Here, on a wide street in the outer city.
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