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Chapter 14 White Horse Academy
Murong Jie looked into the distance with burning eyes and said:
"Confucianism and Taoism are not only cut off from the way forward, but also rooted out... Our generation bears the fate of Confucianism and Taoism. Why should we be afraid of dying for the Tao?"

After speaking, Murong Jie's tone softened, and said:
"Besides, if you can accomplish this feat, it will clear most of your obstacles!"

"...Your road ahead is naturally open."

Looking at the crazy and stubborn mentor, Nan Ke pursed his lips and said:
"...Even if I don't have Confucianism, I can still accomplish my goal. Teacher doesn't have to."

Murong Jie suddenly laughed.

"The teacher knows that what you have in your heart is not only the Shengyang Dynasty, but also the whole world.

...But how difficult is the road ahead, let alone this mere dynasty of your enemies? "

"As your teacher, all I can do is to support you with all my strength!"

Saying that, Murong Jie took a deep breath and said:

"Qianqiu Huangtu's hegemony leads to the sky, let the teacher make the first brick on this road!"

……

Out of the misty pine woods,

On the 500-meter-wide flat bluestone road,
Chen Xiaoer turned his head and asked Chen Fugui, saying:
"Bokong, you said earlier that your dean got advice from Li Qilin..."

Chen Xiaoer paused, then continued:

"What is the relationship between White Horse Academy and Li Qilin?"

Chen Xiaoer tried his best to show a curious look of "eating melon" and watching the fun on his face.

Chen Fugui looked down at his toes, lifted the small stone, then looked up at Chen Xiaoer and said:

"You should have heard about the incident that shook the capital three years ago..."

Chen Xiaoer nodded, and remembered the story told by the storyteller in the tea shed under the city gate when he first entered the city.

"Three years ago, Li Qilin stepped into the Dali Temple and voluntarily went to the prison to obey the law. At midnight, all the rivers and lakes poured into Kyoto."

"After that, the prison was wiped out..."

Chen Xiaoer saw the younger brother's face full of shock and obsession, and said:
"Wearing red clothes, one person and one sword suppressed everyone.

That night, the red-clothed sword fairy, the third killer, the sword god, the sword madman..."

"Under one person, nothing but ants!"

"... After suppressing everyone, she met three people..."

Chen Xiaoer's eyes flashed without a trace, and he pricked up his ears to listen, trying to remember these three people firmly.

"One is the emperor. One is the concubine. The last one is the teacher."

Speaking of this, Chen Fugui's expression was gloomy, and he exclaimed: "There are so many women in the world, they are not as good as her alone."

Chen Xiaoer's lips moved slightly, and in a low voice, he asked, "How did she die?"

"suicide."

Chen Xiaoer's eyes drooped and he stopped talking.

Why did Li Qilin commit suicide?Chen Xiaoer took out the Li Qilin in his impression and compared it with the Li Qilin he heard.

In the end it was concluded that she was not a suicidal person.

"The road to Confucianism and Taoism may be on the ninth rank. This is what Li Qilin said to the teacher, and the teacher deeply agrees."

"Why does your teacher believe so?"

"key!"

"What the hell is a key?"

"I don't know..."

"Brother." Suddenly, Chen Fugui said seriously.

Chen Xiaoer looked up.

"...No matter what request the teacher has, please do not agree to him."

After speaking, he took a few steps back and bowed to salute.

Ok?
hiss!Could it be that this 'net suppressing person' is still a filial son who stabbed a knife in the back?
Chen Xiaoer's eyes changed.

"why?"

"I have a hunch that the teacher has a will to die.

Although I don't know what he wants to do, but it must have something to do with the poems made by my elder brother. "

Poetry has so much power?Chen Xiaoer was suspicious.

……

White Horse Academy——

On the [-] steps, there stands a hall supported by six large bronze pillars.

An ancient stele stood shining brightly on one side of the steps, and the ancient stele was engraved with crooked,

At first glance, it doesn't look like the words of a cultural person.

White Horse Origin?

"...Shangyuan Yao, who makes a living by catching people...

Forgetting the distance of the road, I suddenly met a white horse forest and traveled hundreds of miles.The monster is very different, and he moves forward again, wanting to impoverish the forest...

The forest is exhausted.Go back dozens of steps, suddenly see the light.

... The land is flat and open, so there are palaces and pavilions, and the houses are like houses, surrounded by green air.

There are handsome scholars and graceful women..."

An article is eloquent, with hundreds of words.

Chen Xiaoer clicked his tongue and said, "I've seen heaven like this once in my life..."

Chen Fugui followed Chen Xiaoer's gaze and said:

"This is the monster diary written by the monster who entered the White Horse Academy by mistake back then.

... Later, Shangyuan County exterminated demons, and this diary was also seized. "

"It was also at that time that the Academy learned that a demon had broken into the White Horse Forest.

After the concubine learned about this, she asked the ascetics from the National Teacher's Mansion to help lay a formation for the White Horse Forest,
Quarantine monsters! "

Formation... Chen Xiaoer raised his head to look at the cyan light curtain above his head, and squinted his eyes.

It has been confirmed that the cultivation base of the ninth rank cannot be broken.

Not only here, from the moment I stepped into Kyoto, I can clearly feel that there are hidden patterns everywhere.

The Twelve Sword Immortals came together, which is probably enough.

"The teacher commented that this article was acceptable, so he kept it for the students to recite."

Chen Fugui's tone suddenly became disappointed:

"...The ending of the story is always like this, two flowers bloom, each side of the sky."

What's all this mess?

Chen Xiaoer: "..."

-

White Horse Academy deserves to be the holy land of Confucianism and Taoism in the Shengyang Dynasty.

Along the way, from time to time, handsome students with fluttering clothes walked by in groups.

On the open space between some pavilions and palaces, there are strands of blue clouds wandering, like a fairyland.

Even the graves in the forest are glowing green.

"Some wealthy merchants hoped that their descendants could produce scholars, so they bought a piece of land at a high price and invited their ancestors here."

Chen Fugui saw his eldest brother's surprise and explained.

"Is this the legendary ancestral tomb emitting green smoke?" Chen Xiaoer was amazed.

I used to hear people say that so-and-so's ancestral tomb was emitting green smoke, but now I have really seen it.

This is really not just talking.

-

Chen Xiaoer's reputation in the capital is too famous now, as long as he is a scholar, there is no one who doesn't know him.

Portraits have long been hung up by Confucian students.

Some students even offered offerings directly and burned incense devoutly every day.

Before going to bed and after going to bed every day, I have to take out the book of poems recorded by Chen Xiaoer, meditate quietly, and try to figure out the poetry.

Every time the dog tail continues, I will be pleasantly surprised to find that the blueness on my head has increased by an inch today.

Along the way, all the students who saw Chen Xiaoer stopped to bow to each other and performed the disciple's salute.

If you don't keep in mind the reservedness of a scholar, and worry that any fanatical behavior will be insulting to the gentleman, you may just pounce on it directly.

Chen Xiaoer saw a chill.

It's fine for some girls with fluttering clothes and good temperament, but he really can't bear the eyes of those elders.

For the first time, I felt that boys were really unsafe outside.

……

This is a quiet bamboo forest courtyard.

Murong Jie, the dean of White Horse Academy, has been waiting for a long time.

"Teacher." Chen Fugui saluted Murong Jie respectfully, then turned and left.

When passing by Chen Xiaoer's side, his body paused slightly, and then continued to stride away.

Chen Xiaoer knew that he was reminding himself.

"...Little friend is Chen Xiaoer, I've been close to you for a long time." Murong Jie laughed.

Thanks.I am not happy to be befriended by an old man... Chen Xiaoer looked humble, and said politely:
"Meet sir."

The old man waved his hand and said: "The sea of ​​learning is boundless, and those who have mastered it first."

"The artistic conception of the poems written by the little friend has reached the extreme, and the old man can't afford to be a Mr. You."

There was a wry smile on Murong Jie's face.

"...Love is gone, grief is inexplicable, I don't want to make troubles all over the city, it's an insult to gentleness."

When mentioning Zhou Xiaoyu, Chen Xiaoer's face was full of bitterness.

Looking at Chen Xiaoer who was inexplicably sad, Murong Tie sighed from the bottom of his heart, such infatuation is really rare.

Suddenly, Murong Jie's heart skipped a beat and said:
"Little friend, the so-called seeing is not necessarily true, let alone hearing it?"

"...Perhaps one day, the person you love will appear in front of you in an unexpected way, and it may not be a surprise for you."

"...I hope so."

Chen Xiaoer smiled bitterly.But I added a sentence in my heart: "This kind of surprise will never appear."

After all, the portable news has already said that Zhou Xiaoyu fell off the cliff with no bones left.

What does it mean to have no bones left, is it straightforward enough?
"I heard from Erlang, sir wants to see me?" Chen Xiaoer raised his head and asked in doubt.

Chen Xiaoer knew why this old Gabang called him here.

It's nothing more than those ancient poems.

Originally, I had already made up my mind that I would never give anyone the follow-up complete poem.

But this old guy is currently the only person I can get in touch with who is related to Li Qilin.

There is even a clue to know the key here!
For these he can not refuse.

(End of this chapter)