The indescribable Taoist Lord

The earliest team in the Confucian Society was composed of Zhang Qing and these people, so there were naturally many people in the Zhenyuan. After Wang Zhixin's lecture, many people returned to Taihaotian.

Naturally, there are many things buried in the sinking night in Taohao.

Xu Nieyu stood between the cliffs of Jisheng Peak and did not go up to Beiyin Mountain. In recent days, the masters in Chang'an School seem to have returned to the normal state of ten years ago. Since the Zhoutian Divine Restriction obtained from the East China Sea Secret Realm has made up for the shortcomings of the Beiyin Mountain Restriction, all the masters have become somewhat relaxed.

After all, there hasn't been any trouble on the mountain recently. As for the news of something coming down from the mountain, it is only circulated secretly among the saints and sub-sages, and they are looking for it silently.

Therefore, there is no need for him, a saint, to come forward for everything in Beiyin Mountain now - at least in the eyes of others.

Xie Luming bowed respectfully, standing half a body behind the man, not daring to be even a little higher. His jade eyes were a little dull, as if he was an empty shell being led away.

Xu Handu looked at Beiyin Mountain, his eyes were as dark as ink, and the silence was terrifying. Beiyin Mountain also looked at him, and the black mountain seemed to represent the unspeakable horror in the world. The two seemed to be doing something weird that ordinary people could not bear. Broken communication.

"Student's Qingqi?! No...not Xuesi's Qingqi? That thing is getting purer and has a greater effect on the prohibition."

"It's been inexplicably intense these days..."

"What about the ban? How about the ban?"

"It turns out that the problem is not difficult..."

"Confucianism?"

Xu Nieyu seemed to be talking to himself, saying some words that ordinary people could not understand. It could be heard that they were normal words, but they were somewhat distorted when he said them. Xu Nieyu also did not shy away from his students. Because in Xie Luming's eyes, a dark color was also flowing quietly.

"Sure enough...I felt something was wrong early in the morning."

Xu Nieyu withdrew the spirit of communicating with the back mountain, turned around and leaned over, and carefully observed the teleportation portal in the Taihao Tiantian Courtyard.

There, figures from the Confucian Society crowded out and returned to the peaks of Tahotian.

And every time one of those Confucian scholars came out, the aura of humanity, Zhongzheng and peace in Taihao Tian increased significantly, feeding back the talisman formation restriction in Beiyin Mountain.

"Hidden Prince Li Chengtian is really good at it..." Xu Nieyu's eyes were deep.

"It just so happened that at this time, another disgusting and deviant theory was taught by a young boy who had become a monk in the middle..."

Xu Nieyu thought carefully.

"Although Li Shaobai is still in seclusion, as a saint, I can't take action..."

He set his sights on his disciple——

At this moment, the gentleness and elegance in Xie Luming's eyes had disappeared. Apart from his dull eyes, there was only a deep obsession, like a desire for some kind of position or some kind of power.

Just like his teacher.

"Good disciple..."

Xu Wanyu called him affectionately uncharacteristically, but his extremely uncoordinated tone and expression made people feel chills.

"teacher?"

Xie Luming raised his head, and their eyes, whose desires were infinitely magnified, met for an instant.

"If you let Zhang Shaolang's Confucian Society continue to develop, I'm afraid you will be powerless if you try to compete in the world."

Xie Luming looked unhappy, and his eyes began to show deep resentment when he looked at the Confucian scholars returning to the school.

"The teacher is right. I wonder how the teacher can teach me?"

In this strange state, Xie Luming's suppressed moral principles seemed to completely collapse, returning to the most primitive state of his nature.

"That's right, that's what it looks like."

Xu Nieyu felt a little happy watching Xie Luming express his resentment without concealment.

"I have suppressed you too hard before, but I never imagined how much power it would unleash if you gave up those so-called gentleman's ethics."

This middle-aged man with a plain face stood proudly, but the words in his mouth were undisguisedly evil.

"I'm telling you... you're like this..."

…

"Oops..."

Li Mo was in the void of Jisheng Peak, watching the pair of master and disciple playing tricks.

"Haoran is upright..."

He looked like he was reminiscing, clearly looking at the Qi rising around each Confucian scholar, and called out its name.

Li Mo casually removed a few pieces of void mattresses, changed his position and lay down, holding a jar in his hand. The Emperor smiled, thinking of Zhang Qinghe's request to him before leaving -

Yes, it was precisely on the night when he entered the palace to meet the saint that Zhang Qinghe relied on the Tiangong's method of concealing his breath and entered the Qiantian Palace where he conducted daily affairs.

Of course, this method of concealing breath is to avoid ordinary palace people and Daxiu, not to avoid him, the ancestor of the cave.

When he saw Zhang Qinghe swaggering in from the front door that day, he knew that the child was full of doubts and wanted to hear his answers.

Having withdrawn his left and right screens early, he started talking with Zhang Qinghe at night in the Chengtian Hall.

"Why, the emperor's smile was so strong that you were so drunk that you couldn't find your way around? You have to go to Zhen'an, why did you just run into my Qiantian Temple?"

"The emperor laughs...the taste is indeed quite strong."

Zhang Qinghe had something to say, but Li Mo avoided talking about it.

"But the main reason I came here this time is to ask senior to protect my husband. I think senior and my husband should be quite related."

Zhang Qinghe could tell from the wine that Li Mo might be an elder whom Li Shaobai was familiar with.

"Oh, Shaobai? What danger is he in?" Li Mo was a little surprised, his expression softened unconsciously, but he pretended not to know.

"Holy Lord, everyone understands this matter. The interests involved are too great and the water is really deep."

"Hey...you are not polite to me at all. I want to pretend to be confused this time and go around the bush to evade, but there is nothing I can do?"

Zhang Qinghe didn't know...why he seemed to trust Li Mo so naturally.

Li Mo stood up and rubbed his head.

Zhang Qinghe felt the familiar touch and was stunned for a few seconds. When Li Mo's hand was withdrawn, it was a little stagnant...

"Forget it, go ahead. I will handle this matter and make sure that Shaobai is fine before you come back."

Li Mo quickly agreed.

Zhang Qinghe bowed deeply, turned around and left.

…

Li Mo pulled his thoughts back from a few days ago, and then from hundreds of years ago. He couldn't tell where and when he was back at this moment...

He looked at the big and small people jumping around, and felt the white clothes who were retreating under the shady mountain with a calm aura, and... the figure hidden deep in the Jisheng Peak, and the avenue around him was a little agitated...

"If he hadn't said it was time, one by one, these things would have been thrown into the Wei River to feed the floating land..."