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Chapter 966 The top three Huanglong warriors in the Spring and Autumn Period follow the old Confucian scholars in speaking the law.

In the Shangyin Academy, in the thatched hut outside the Moral Forest, the blind old violinist sat cross-legged, with the Jiaowei Guqin lying across his knees, his left hand hanging in the air, and his right hand groping on the strings, as if he was re-tuning the strings.

However, following Xu Xin's words starting with the words "Zhang Fuyao", countless pairs of eyes fell on him, all looking in disbelief.

When Xu Xin's voice fell, the old luthier's originally muddy blindness suddenly became clear, and his temperament also changed. From a luthier to a Confucian scholar, he seemed to be an old-fashioned, unsmiling old man, like a stern old school teacher.

Zhang Fuyao, the first Confucian sage, was a person who should have died or ascended eight hundred years ago, but he has always lived in the world.

He is the ancestor of Confucianism and Taoism and a model in the minds of countless scholars.

Especially when the Dafeng Dynasty was founded, the status of Confucianism rose sharply. In subsequent dynasties, this man was revered by kings as the most holy teacher.

Countless civil servants, whether famous or not, were worshiped by his side during his lifetime, which was regarded as a supreme honor.

Zhang Jia Sheng Mansion, known as the teacher of all generations, has been honored as Yan Shenggong from generation to generation.

The Zhang family and the Zhao family of Longhu Mountain have been known as saints from north to south for eight hundred years, but no one really thinks that the Zhao family can compare with the Zhang family, especially in the minds of scholars all over the world, the Zhao family, who is a noble minister in feathers, even carries shoes for the Zhang family. Not worthy.

"Old Huangtou, you have to change your habit of saying half-hearted words. It's too uncomfortable."

In the Shangyin Academy, countless people were looking at the small thatched cottage next to the Moral Forest. Among the many academy disciples, an old man and two disciples, a boy and a girl, were also watching this grand event. He lowered his head from time to time when speaking, as if he was afraid of being recognized.

The old man's male apprentice patted his shoulder and asked curiously. He was a young man about the same age as Xu Fengnian. He had a decent appearance and a wooden sword on his waist, but he was a bit arrogant.

The young man wearing the wooden sword was speechless, and then looked at the two people on horseback and outside the thatched cottage, and said: "Old Huangtou, according to your words, can the one who rides the horse win? That's right, after all, he is the best in the world. one."

"But, Zhang Fuyao really lived for eight hundred years?"

When Old Huangtou heard his disciple's description, his expression became slightly stiff, and he said in a serious voice: "After all, you should call him Master."

The source of all this glory is the ordinary-looking old Confucian scholar in front of him, Zhang Fuyao, the first Confucian sage.

"Haha... you will know this later."

"This kid is really here to find Old Man Zhang. If he really takes away Old Man Zhang's luck, he will really be a master of all three religions!"

Old Huangtou imitated his daughter's sneer to deal with this silly boy, and pretended to be the Riddler.

"Old Huangtou, did I say you have many enemies? Why are you so afraid!"

To be honest, their combination attracts attention no matter where they go, so Old Huangtou's move of hiding his face has no meaning at all, unless he doesn't stay with the two apprentices.

"If you can't speak, just say a few words to me!"

On the other side of the old man is a girl with a big black and white cat carrying sunflowers on her shoulders. Naturally, she is Old Huangtou's apprentice and goddaughter, Hehe girl Jia Jiajia.

"Eight hundred years, even the old turtle can't live that long!"

"Master? Is he your master, Old Huangtou?"

The young man with the sword looked at the old Huangtou in surprise, and the girl Jia Jiajia, who was carrying a sunflower on her shoulder, also looked at the old man. Unexpectedly, the old man was hiding very deep. Before, I only knew that he had enemies all over the world, and that he was the great devil of the Spring and Autumn Period. Unexpectedly, he was also the disciple of Zhang Fuyao, the first Confucian sage.

However, Jia Jiajia thought about it again and felt that this was unexpected, but it was also reasonable. After all, this adoptive father had said many famous sayings such as "establish a heart for the world" and was recognized as the first-class scholar in the world. "Wen Hua, why did you come here to join in the fun, and you're still with this little girl?"

Someone soon noticed Old Huangtou. The person who greeted Wen Hua, the young man with the wooden sword, was naturally Xu Fengnian, the persimmon. He also recognized the girl with the big black and white cat, whom he often saw in Beiliang City. It seems that he is a distant relative of a certain wine shop owner.

But now sensing the girl's aura and the fierce black and white cat beside her, he also realized that the girl in front of him was not simple.

"Of course I'm here to join in the fun. I can't compare to you, Mr. Xu. You are surrounded by beauties. I even saw the eldest lady of the Xuanyuan family. Could it be that you..."

Wen Hua's ambiguous smile made Xu Fengnian's expression freeze.

He quickly covered Wen Hua's mouth, not daring to look back at the purple-clad Xuanyuan Qingfeng, but quickly warned: "Those are my younger siblings, don't talk nonsense. Do you understand!"

The first one to recognize Wen Hua was not Xu Fengnian, but Xuanyuan Qingfeng. She was just giving Shizi some face. She didn't have an attack, she just reminded Shizi, and that's how Xu Fengnian came to find him.

"I understand, I understand, I understand!"

Wen Hua nodded repeatedly, and Xu Fengnian let him go.

"You old Xu, you are getting better and better now. Even your younger brother has become the best in the world. This time you have come to Shangyin Academy to cause trouble for the first generation of Confucian saints."

Wen Hua smiled and put his arm around Xu Fengnian's neck. Remembering Old Huangtou's previous words, he whispered in his ear: "You kid, please explain to me how you plan to deal with Shangyin Academy. The young prince is not Are you ready to kill all the ancestors of this scholar?"

"Wen Hua, I can explain everything else clearly, but Huang Man'er... It's hard to say. Earlier we encountered Qi Jiajie, the number one swordsman in the capital, blocking our way. He asked Huang Man'er to watch his sword. It seems that Shenggong Youyan That’s why Huang Maner decided to transfer to the Yin Academy..."

Xu Fengnian explained some reasons to Wen Hua. In fact, before Xu Xindao revealed Zhang Fuyao's identity, no one else, including the Beiliang Army, knew the reason why Xu Xin suddenly transferred to Shangyin Academy.

"Qi Jiajie's sword was just an introduction. Even without Zhang Yide's intervention, Xu Longxiang would have come to Shangyin Academy. The only one with the purest Confucianism, Taoism and Holy Fortune is Old Man Zhang."

Old Huangtou suddenly spoke again, and the Zhang Yide he mentioned was the 82nd eldest grandson of Zhang Fuyao, the first generation of Confucian sage, this generation Yan Shenggong.

Xu Fengnian glanced at Old Huangtou in surprise, and dared to call the contemporary Yan Shenggong by his name. The origin of this old man should not be simple!

"Huang Longshi, how dare you show up today."

"Very good, there are some old scores that need to be settled."

Xu Fengnian's doubts were quickly answered. Before Xu Xin and Zhang Fuyao took action, the celestial phenomena changed instantly. Accompanied by Cao Changqing's thunderous shout, his figure appeared beside Xu Fengnian for an instant, holding Feng Lei in his palm. Hit Huang Longshi.

Old Huangtou, also known as Huang Longshi, saw that Cao Changqing was approaching fiercely, so he did not argue with the latter. Instead, he ran towards the thatched cottage and shouted: "Old Zhang, help me, someone wants to kill your apprentice!"

"Lazy guy."

"Stop it all!"

Zhang Fuyao, who was confronting Xu Xin over there, glanced at Huang Longshi and Cao Changqing, and just said a few words. Both the escaping and pursuing ones were froze for a moment and were forced to stop.

The first-generation Confucian saint's ability to follow his words naturally shocked many first-level masters present, but Xu Xin only raised his eyebrows slightly.

(End of this chapter)