Old Master Zi Pingshang came in a horse-drawn carriage, gazing at the Xundu Xuegong floating in the sky in the distance, the stele bloomed with dazzling brilliance, and thousands of palace buildings were hidden in the power of incense projected from the sky.

During this period, there were loud books, great truths, and game debates among the sages. Thousands of disciples of the academy walked like immortals, listening to the flowers blooming, and enjoying the wind and clouds.

"It turns out...really exists!"

Pingshang heard about it only in the rumors. According to legend, the sage wrote a book saying that there are great merits in the world, and death is immortal.

Feng Shengji preached the jade jade to create a place of incense and blessings, the heritage of the Khu You Xun Capital Academy is immortal and lasts forever.

Only people with great merits and sages in the palace can enter this place.

The frame is accompanied by ritual music and parked in front of the stone monument under the light. The power of the incense flows like the sun, illuminating the Pingshang, and raising his head, you can see the temples, academies, and academies in the Yangshi in the light. .

In this light, you can see the scene of the heyday of the academic palace, the picture that teaches the world.

"Am I... dead?" Pingshang Rongchen walked out of the car with his waist, crowds of ghosts and gods gathered around him, and climbed toward the heaven-like passage together.

"Wu Tuo Ping Shang, you have a long life, this time the saint summoned you!"

Pingshang’s teacher looked at his students comfortingly, but this time he did not expect that he belonged to a great opportunity, and was appointed by Feng Shengqin as the fifth saint’s teacher, but at this time he could not directly say come out.

I can only look at Pingshang solemnly: "There will be a heavy responsibility in Wu Shangxian Academy, you must remember that the good fortune will be sent to you this time!"

Climbing all the way up, the stone steps stretch continuously, as if leading to the sky.

Moving forward step by step, with longing in mind, Ping Shang was like a pilgrimage walking up.

On the road, people nodded to Pingshang. They felt that their faces were extremely familiar. Every time they saw a person, they immediately found the other person's shadow from the familiar portraits kept in that academic palace.

Everyone is a sage of ancestors. It is these tens of thousands of people that have created the present era. For Pingshang, this world, if there is no academy, if they are not, let those witch sacrifices 1. The governance of monks will only stay in the age of ancient barrenness.

Everyone does not know the text, and does not recognize the etiquette and morals, just like the beasts and trees, it is with their Xundu Academy that they have this era of civilization and prosperity.

When reaching the top, even the three existences in the mountain top heavenly palace projected their eyes and fixed their eyes on Pingshang.

Ping Shang moment raised his head, exclaimed: "Sage!"

Along the way, the tall Acacia flowers bloom on both sides. Legend has it that the former Xundu Academy was planted with this kind of book. The fragrance of Yuehuai in front of the Xundu Academy has become a scene of praise for many poetry students. .

Finally, in front of a soaring tree, the Pingshang finally saw the saint who only existed in the legend, not three people, but four people wearing confucian robes, and the body shone brightly. This stood under Tongtianyuehuai.

Hundreds of millions of branches hang from the tall Yuehuai tree, and each branch is scattered with layers of flowers, colorful and colorful, accompanied by the light shining from the incense sun on that day.

The vines swayed, and the flowers collided with each other, and they rang like bells, which were crisp and sweet, and they were deep in people's hearts.

At this moment, for Pingshang, it is like a dream.

Yi Sheng, Yi Sheng, Zhuang Sheng, and the young master who turned his back to him at the moment and admired Yuehuahua.

That is the legendary Feng Sheng, the saint who opened the academy and the fortune of literature, and the characters at the beginning of ancient times can only find his records in the oldest annals and myths of historians.

Pingshang's face also calmed down a little bit, and once again became the old man who insisted on learning and teaching for decades.

Step by step on the stone slabs paved by white jade, crawling on the ground before the saint, big sleeves around, salute.

The whole ceremony seemed to have an atmosphere of solemn taste, and the eyes of Pingshang at the moment were as heavy as the bells.

"The 23rd generation of the Master of Shangxian Academy is in business, see the saint!"

The saint who was always watching flowers finally recovered from the beauty of the sea of ​​flowers, stepped forward, and swayed tens of thousands of vines and flowers.

The other three saints followed him together, followed him to gaze at the flat merchant kneeling down on the ground.

The four saints focused their attention on them, and Pingshang felt as if four mountains were pressed on him, but he knew that this was probably the most glorious moment in his life. He also felt like he was chosen and what he would carry duty of.

After pondering for a long time, Feng Sheng, who was headed, finally opened his mouth, and the rumbling voice poured into the ears of Pingshang: "The century is approaching, the fifth saint of Wendao has appeared, and he will worship under your door. !"

Even if there was some speculation before, Pingshang was trembling with excitement at the moment, and he stood up with his hands: "I will not let the saint trust you!"

Feng Sheng nodded: "There are three people coming under your door this time."

"Tang Linai is the fifth sage of humanity chosen by me. He preached on the preaching of the jade jade, and he will create an era of awe-inspiring morality. Since then, disciples of the palace will also be able to practice."

Fang Xiu held out his hand, and a volume of the preaching jade Jane was taken away by Zhuang Shengzhuang and handed over to his hands. Of course, the real preaching jade jade had already merged with the entire Xundu Academy and became the soul of the saint. The incense and luck of He Xuegong cannot be easily shaken.

This preaching jade jade has already become an incense artifact, and after reaching the fourth level, Fang Xiu imitates the **** system, from which one source seed can be stripped out and planted in the human body.

It can make people, like believers, cultivate through this seed, and through this powerful incense artifact, cultivate a noble spirit.

And the deeper the Scripture they read, the deeper the connection with this preaching jade slip, and the stronger it becomes. They can even use the sage scriptures to cast spells and draw on the power of the ancient sages.

At this point, the Academy of Sciences really entered the era of rise, becoming an important part of suppressing the humane luck and the destiny of the human race, and forming a balance with the increasingly powerful monks who do whatever they want.

Otherwise, let these monks do whatever they want day after day, I am afraid that in the end, the entire human race will be completely destroyed.

They stepped into the practice with the power of the preaching jade jade. After UU read the book www.uukanshu.com and died, they also became part of the preaching jade jade. In the palace of Xundu Academy, they became the spirit of the sage, just like a cycle .

A disciple of the Xuegong Temple will sacrifice this magical instrument all the way to the point of the seventh-order fairy, and may even reach the eighth-level directly.

At this point, this is no longer an ordinary magic weapon, but it is similar to the existence of the legendary fairy cave heaven, bliss world and the other world **** kingdom.

"Gai Cang is the reincarnation of the ancient great power. What he pursues is longevity practice. In the future, he will have his own life. You are only responsible for guiding him and teaching him the practice method."

"As for the weight!"

Feng Sheng's voice paused for a moment. This person was an unexpected person. He didn't arrange what he should do at all: "Let's decide for himself."

Feng Sheng waved his sleeves, like the light of the blazing sun shining down from the top of the mountain, brushing the entire Xundu Academy.

In the middle of the Yangshi, the Confucius Pingshang in the ruined academic palace finally opened his eyes slowly, holding a roll of white jade booklets exuding the moonlight.