Qin Dynasty Novelist

After a few breaths, the sound of the bell ringing from the empty valley echoed in Xiaoshengxianzhuang. Great funeral.

As the bell rang, even though it was nightfall, the Confucian disciples in Xiaoshengxian Village automatically gathered in front of the ceremony hall, and the hundreds of scholars who had not yet left were also shocked and rushed to come.

"The way of life and death, where all living beings go."

At the same time, at the moment when the fire of life of Gongduzi, the head of Confucianism, was extinguished, Zhou Qing, who was sitting in a side hall of a courtyard far away, felt his spiritual sense spread. After a few breaths, he opened his eyes, his head slightly Turn, murmur, return to the original.

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"Uncle, the head of Confucianism is asking for a meeting."

Early the next morning, Zhou Qing was still sitting cross-legged on the soft couch alone, his whole body wrapped in purple rhyme and mysterious light, a steady stream of chronological power surged, the door of mystery trembled, and the center of his eyebrows automatically manifested a Taiji diagram, turning into a wonderful The power, the original power to quickly repair the loss.

Suddenly, outside the side hall, Xiao Ling's voice sounded, mixed with a quiet atmosphere, and spread into it. Although he can represent the Taoist Tianzong in idle affairs, he is not qualified for the new head of Confucianism himself.

"Ah."

Responding softly, Xiao Ling nodded, turned and walked towards the main hall, where Master Fu Nian and several young Confucian disciples stood quietly in the center, waiting quietly, although there was tea, he did not dare to be rude.

After a hundred or ten breaths, a figure flashing with purple mysterious light appeared directly in front of the main hall. The vitality of the heavens and the earth was not shaken, and there was no perception in the spiritual sense. Even so, everyone knew it and bowed.

"I've seen Senior Xuan Qingzi!"

Fu Nian was one step ahead, wearing a ceremonial crown, wearing a light brown brocade robe and Confucian gown, with his feet on the study of benevolence and virtue, his body supported by thick soil, his hands clasped, and he looked down at the person in front of the hall.

"You are the head of Confucianism now, how can you get such etiquette?"

Zhou Qing broke through the pass, stood on the head, observed the movement, waved his hands, moved with strength, and stood up with support. The Confucian Duke has already concluded the affairs of Linzi, and his Confucian affairs should also come to an end. up.

"Master and Xuanqingzi are friends of the same generation, how dare Fu Nian surpass them."

"Senior, Fu Nian came here today because I have an unfeeling request, and I hope that senior will agree!"

Fu Nian shook his head. Etiquette is the foundation of Confucianism, and it must never be abandoned. Although the other party doesn't care, but now he is the head of Confucianism, he has to keep in mind. Once again, he bowed, looked at Xuan Qingzi, and said slowly Of.

"Although it is said, if it can be done, there is nothing wrong with it."

Standing with one hand on his side, since the other party insisted on doing so, Zhou Qing stopped talking, looked at Fu Nian's movement in line with the general trend of Confucianism, and nodded slightly.

"The five elements of heaven and earth, and the cycle of earthly branches. After twelve days, Master will be buried in the Confucian Pantheon. During the period, I hope that the seniors will come forward to send Master off for the last time. In this way, Fu Nian is grateful, and Confucianism is grateful."

With a clear voice, Fu Nian opened his mouth to speak bluntly about what happened today, with lowered eyebrows, and when he mentioned Master, he still felt unwilling in his heart, but the matter has come to this point, and he can only continue to look forward.

"Let me come forward and send Gongduzi off for the last time?"

"Although your words are bold, your master Duzi is also a teacher of Meng Ke, so he deserves my farewell. However, my farewell is not for you, not for Confucianism, but for himself."

"For the sake of the future of Confucianism, he is willing to commit suicide and give up the opportunity to break into the entrance. This kind of heart is rare among hundreds of schools."

Hearing Fu Nian's words, Zhou Qing raised his brows and looked directly at Fu Nian at the bottom. If he was only a member of the Tianzong of Taoism, he would go and give it away, but he has another identity, and it seems to be wrong to spread it out. OK.

After pondering for a few breaths, he looked at Fu Nian and the others in the hall, sighed lightly, shook his head, and responded lightly, there might be some trouble, but Gongduzi has something extraordinary after all.

"Thank you senior!"

Fu Nian made another deep salute, his breathing unconsciously eased, this move was for the sake of the master, but also for himself, the master was indirectly forced by Xuan Qingzi to commit suicide in Xiaoshengxianzhuang, this is a vendetta.

My new head of Confucianism needs to establish dignity, and Xuan Qingzi is very suitable. If he is willing to come, it will be of great benefit to deal with Confucian affairs by himself.

Unexpectedly, Xuan Qingzi responded so simply, it was really unexpected, and he sighed in his heart.

"My lord, the two people from the Xingcheng library have urgent matters to see you, and they have a half-dead man with them. Listening to Xiaoyi's words, they seem to be some kind of elder from the Yinyang family."

"Did you see or not?"

The matter came to a successful conclusion, Fu Nian and other Confucian disciples were about to say goodbye and leave when suddenly, a coquettish figure passed by in the hall, and there was a crisp sound, without any concealment, the mysterious light dissipated, it was the person who had been staying in Xuanqingzi all this time. Flame Lingji beside her.

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For those two people in the Xingcheng Library, Yan Lingji didn't like it very much. She didn't know current affairs. The key point was that she was extraordinarily unreasonable. Her father, Zhao Zhen, wanted to attack and kill the young master, but it was the young master's fault. up.

After some entanglement last time, Haosheng taught them a lesson and got a Moxie sword. If the two of them came to make trouble again, the general's sword would be fine, and their lives would not need to leave Xiaoshengxianzhuang up.

"The elder of the Yin Yang family?"

"Let them in."

His eyes flickered with purple profound light, and he looked out of the hall, where Can Jian and Feixue stood quietly, and beside him was a woman in a palace dress who was bound by ropes all over her body. Messy yellow hair.

Even so, one could vaguely feel a dignified aura from him. Mottled dust covered his face, and he walked with difficulty, but he still had a faint demeanor and shrouded in spirituality. He should be the elder of the water minister of the Yin Yang family.

As far as I know, there are two elders in the Yin Yang family, one is Ehuang and the other is Nvying.

He no longer stays in the Twelve Peaks of Wushan Mountain all the year round, but lives in the Xiaoxiang Valley beside the Dongting Lake and the Xiangshui River, where the elder Shunjun Xuangong, an elder of the family of Yin and Yang, also practiced Xuangong.

A few days ago, I realized where they were, but I never thought that they were captured now.Looking at Fu Nian and the others who were about to leave in the hall on one side, they froze immediately and stopped, without saying anything, and glanced at Yan Lingji.

"Can Jian of Xingcheng Library has met Tianzong Xuanqingzi, and the head of Fu Nian."

After a few breaths, Can Jian and the two of them forcibly pulled the elder Shui Minister of the Yin Yang family into the main hall. Looking around, the two raised their eyebrows. Unexpectedly, the head of Fu Nian is also here, but it is better for the other party to be here.

The fire in the library last night resulted in the death of six Confucian disciples. The account must be settled with this person. With Master Fu Nian here, we are more confident in what we will talk about next.

Entering the room, he bowed his hands and felt that the junior sister beside him was not moving at all, so he could only smile dryly and didn't say much.

"Last night, three disciples of the Yin Yang family broke into the library, burned thousands of ancient books, and killed six Confucian disciples. Is this person one of them?"

Fu Nian returned the gift, looked at Can Jian and the two, and then landed on the rope prisoner beside him. The breath on the other party was strange, but it was the inheritance of the Yin Yang family.