Chapter 120, One Juan Dao Zang

Xia Nanyuan took the initiative to introduce: "The Literary World Conference is a grand gathering for scholars from all over the world. It takes three years, and Confucius and the Academy are the hosts. At that time, celebrities from Beili and Western Chu will come."

Xia Nanyuan paused, and said: "Confucianism and the Academy have been arguing for more than ten years, and no one can convince anyone, especially in recent years, the strength of the Duke's line has gradually increased, posing a threat to His Majesty."

Jiang Wangsheng murmured: "Do you want to gain the upper hand in thought and public opinion?"

"That's right, if the lineage of the Confucian Academy is defeated, the lineage of Confucianism will become the real leader of Confucianism and Taoism in the world, and the literati in the Southern Tang Dynasty will go along with the lineage of Confucianism. At that time, the power of the Duke will be enough. Subvert His Majesty's rule." Xia Nanyuan replied in a low voice.

Jiang Wangsheng said: "There are many capable people in the Academy lineage, Yang Lie is one, Li Chenzhou is one, and Lu Yaofeng is one, and they are all in their prime. On the other hand, in the Confucian lineage, only the old Kong Mo is left to support him."

Xia Nanyuan looked dignified, and said: "Although this is the case, the lineage of Confucianism has been passed down for more than a thousand years, and no one knows its background. It is hard to say whether there will be an old monster that is as old as the past."

"Besides, if something happens to Yang Lie and the others, the academy will be completely unable to turn around." Jiang Wangsheng tapped the table with his fingers.

Xia Nanyuan was stunned, and said with a smile: "How is it possible? Yang Lie is the No. 18 master in the Tianbang, and the other two are also at the ninth rank. In the Southern Tang Dynasty, who can move them?"

Jiang Wangsheng shrugged, "Who knows what kind of secret hands the Duke and the others will have. Besides, the Tianbang is arranged by the Tianji Pavilion, and there will inevitably be mistakes in what mortals do. Those who cultivated secretly have not known."

Xia Nanyuan's expression became playful, and she said, "We have an interesting story in Nantang, do you know?"

"what?"

Xia Nanyuan said solemnly: "The emperors of the Southern Tang Dynasty were all nine people who had attained the Tao, Kanyu, mountains and rivers, and Fengshui to point out the dragon's cave. On this basis, they built large-scale construction projects to gather the dragon veins in the south of the Yangtze River. The location of the dragon's cave is actually in Qianlong City."

"And Tianqing City was chosen by Heming Mountain for His Majesty. It is opposite to Qianlong City, and it is where Fengmao is located. It shares the Southern Tang Dragon Vein with Longxue."

Xia Nanyuan paused, and said: "I don't know who gave His Majesty and the Duke a bad idea, claiming that the other party has robbed the national fortune, so the two sides secretly hired a group of Mojin school lieutenants to steal and dig out the other party's foundation in a vain attempt. Shake the dragon veins."

Xia Nanyuan looked around subconsciously, and said in Jiang Wangsheng's ear: "Actually, Captain Mojin is a group of people. They only collect money on weekdays and don't do anything. If there is a review, they will claim to be repaired by the other party."

Jiang Wangsheng's expression became very exciting, and he said, "How do you know?"

Xia Nanyuan said in a low voice: "This matter has been going on for more than ten years, until one time, the group of Mojin school captains got drunk and told the matter, and were killed by the Plum Blossom Guard and the Duke's secret guards. The Duke and His Majesty concealed this matter very tacitly, and my father also knew about it by accident, and quietly told me when he was young."

"Talent." Jiang Wangsheng couldn't help feeling emotional.

Jiang Wangsheng asked: "Does everyone in the Southern Tang Dynasty know about the conflict between the Empress and the Duke?"

"Of course, now Tianqingcheng is the capital of the empire, and a deputy dares to call himself Qianlongcheng, what's the matter? Anyone with a discerning eye can see it." Xia Nanyuan replied.

"What about the politics of the Southern Tang Dynasty?" Jiang Wangsheng asked.

Xia Nanyuan replied: "It's just a tacit understanding. The Guogong Party has another name called the Donkey Party. Because they believe that donkeys are down-to-earth and solid, and they are a symbol of strength and masculinity."

"And His Majesty's lineage is also called the Elephant Party, because elephants are both masculine and intelligent, and they are stronger than stupid donkeys."

The muscles at the corners of Jiang Wangsheng's mouth twitched, "Interesting."

"Qin Tianjian is here!"

The gatekeeper of the Ye family suddenly shouted loudly, incorporating his internal energy into it, and it spread throughout Daming Lake Garden.

Jiang Wangsheng frowned: "Qin Tianjian?"

Everyone present showed curiosity and doubt, and turned their eyes to Ye Feng on the stage.

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, and said: "Don't be anxious, everyone, wait for Ye to go to receive the distinguished guests of Qin Tianjian."

Ye Feng walked out of the main room and passed the seats of martial arts experts. Hearing the discussions on both sides, his brows gradually wrinkled.

Two people came to Qin Tianjian, one elder and one younger.

The elder wears a Tai Chi gossip Taoist robe, carries a long sword on his back, holds a dust whisk in his hand, and walks in square steps. His demeanor is dignified and domineering.

The young man has not yet begun to wear hair, his black hair has just reached his shoulders, his facial features are exquisite, his skin is like porcelain, a cinnabar mole is dotted between his eyebrows, he is holding a mahogany tray covered with brocade, and his big watery eyes are gazing at the people present .

Ye Feng stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and said, "Dare to ask about the long Dharma name?"

"Poverty Dao Taisu, ordered to present for the Hundred Flowers Club"

"But it was ordered by His Majesty?" Ye Feng asked tentatively.

Taoist Taisu smiled slightly, and said, "The heavenly secret must not be revealed."

Ye Feng's expression became serious, and he was about to order someone to take the tray when Taoist Taisu said, "Mr. Ye please take it personally."

Ye Feng stared at Taoist Taisu.

Taoist Taisu said leisurely: "Feipin Daoist is arrogant and rude, he is entrusted by others."

Ye Feng nodded slightly, took the mahogany tray, and said, "Master Daoist, please take a seat."

"Pin Daoist still has a task to do, please forgive the rudeness." Taoist Tai Su finished speaking, touched the back of the head of the little Taoist boy beside him, and said, "Farewell."

Ye Feng nodded.

Ye Feng took the mahogany tray and walked into the main room.

"Eh? What is that?"

"I don't know, could it be a martial arts secret book?"

"Ridiculous! How could the martial arts secret book be sent by Qin Tianjian? If you want me to say it is a magic weapon."

"Probably a ritual vessel, or giblets."

"Most likely."

The martial arts sects chatted and discussed with each other, but Ye Feng ignored them and stepped into the main room.

Jiang Wangsheng stared at the brocade on the mahogany tray, and asked in a low voice, "Did Qin Tianjian always come in the past?"

Xia Nanyuan frowned, and replied: "Qin Tianjian interfering in other affairs is a felony!"

Jiang Wangsheng glanced at Xia Nanyuan in surprise.

Ye Feng put the mahogany tray in front of the main case, glanced at the crowd, took a deep breath, and fell into a decision in his heart.

At this time, a white-haired old man strode over.

Ye Feng hurriedly straightened up and said respectfully, "Patriarch."

"Patriarch Ye."

"Patriarch Ye."

As the white-haired old man walked forward, he nodded in return to the people around him.

The white-haired old man took another look at the screen.

"The head of the Ye family, Ye Chan, was once a master of the heaven list, but now he is old and his blood is declining, but he is also stronger than the ninth rank." Xia Nanyuan said.

Ye Chan instructed Ye Feng in a low voice, and Ye Feng hurriedly withdrew.

Ye Chan said: "Heroes and heroes, Mr. Ye retreated to enlightenment. I wasted some time and missed the Hundred Flowers Festival. I am deeply sorry."

"Patriarch Ye is being polite."

"It is my honor to meet Patriarch Ye today."

"Walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger, you are truly worthy of being a hero."

Ye Chan grabbed the brocade and lifted it up gently.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, staring at the mahogany tray.

The brocade was lifted to reveal the contents on the plate.

An ancient book.

Ye Chan's frowning brows gradually relaxed. He picked up the ancient book, turned to the first page, and saw a few large characters.

"All guests read together"

Ye Chan repeated this statement.

"All guests read it together? Let's follow the secrets of martial arts." One person excitedly patted the table.

Yang Lie and Kong Mo looked at each other at the same time, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Ye Chan glanced again, shook his head, and said loudly: "It's not a martial arts secret book, it's just a volume of ordinary scriptures."

"Things or things that are only in form are not eternal, but the way that cannot be said, and the name that cannot be named are eternal." Ye Chan read the content again.

Jiang Wangsheng listened to the content of this scripture, and subconsciously said: "It is "Tao Zang"."

"That's right." Yang Lie nodded in agreement.

(End of this chapter)

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