Between the world, yellow sand is endless.

Jiang Mu slowly stood up, looked at the great scholars with a smile, then turned around and left, and took a step forward and disappeared from sight.

Left three great scholars looking at each other,

Looking at each other for a long time, Mr. Mingshan hesitated and said, "Jiang Sheng means..."

Mr. Qi frowned and said, "It should be literal. Xu Sheng preaching is a game of chess. The three of us and Jiang Sheng are both chess players, but the game we saw should be just a piece in another game of chess played by Jiang Sheng, so..."

"So, we were unable to become chess players at all, but we didn't know it in the game!" Liu Yi said.

Mr. Mingshan was stunned for a while and said, "So, if we lose, we will lose. If we win, we may lose."

The atmosphere was a little silent.

After a long time, Liu Yi shook his head and said, "Well, no matter what chess Jiang Sheng is playing, it has nothing to do with us. Although he has made the chess piece in Jiang Sheng's hand, it doesn't matter. We are just for the one-acre three-point land of the Shandong gentry. We can't help the rest!"

"What should I do now?" asked Mr. Mingshan.

"Go back to Qingteng Academy, the people from Shandong gentry are about to arrive. This game has just begun. We have to continue to move forward. Don't worry about other things, and don't think about other things anymore. We have already seen Jiang Sheng's realm. If he really doesn't care about it and wants to turn the table up, I'm afraid no one in the world can stop him. Let's do what he wants!" Liu Yi said.

"That's all," said Mr. Qi: "We follow the rules of the 19th disaster, and Jiang Sheng will naturally act according to the agreement!"

"well……"

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It was raining heavily on the wasteland. In the heavy rain, countless wolves gathered. In a certain part of the wasteland, a carriage was slowly driving, and a big dark horse was walking through the wolves without any panic and walking freely.

In front of the carriage, there is a fiery red lantern, which has a unique flavor on this rainy night. The carriage slowly drove on the wasteland, with muddy baths, leaving a long row of marks wherever it passes.

"Hey, wait a minute, and give me a piece!"

In the dark night, a young man in white brocade clothes carried a wooden sword on his back and chased him wildly towards the carriage. The young man's feet were several feet away, and he was swaying a wine gourd around his waist, which was much faster than those wolves.

But even though this young man was as fast as a gust of wind, he still couldn't catch up with the carriage that was obviously walking very slowly. It was only three or five feet away, but it was like a natural chasm that could not catch up with it no matter how hard it was.

"Fellow Daoist, brother, big brother, big sister, the one in the car, don't be so stingy. It's said that at home, relying on parents to go out with friends, and help me. My big horse is timid. Seeing so many wolves, he actually left me and ran away!"

The young man in brocade chasing and shouting, in surprise, there was some luster on his body. When the heavy rain fell around him, it was all blocked by the luster, as if it fell on the crystal clear crystal and was rebounded into a hazy mist.

"Miss, that's the Taoist priest who is Zhengyiguan."

In the carriage, a woman dressed in maid gently lowered the curtain and said to a girl wearing a veil in red.

The woman in red slowly opened her eyes with her slightly closed eyes and said, "Shaking him off is the most annoying thing about the bull's nose. She has to kick everything."

"yes!"

The maid held a tribute and gently slapped the carriage. The big dark horse outside suddenly screamed and ran quickly, like a bolt of lightning passing through the wilderness, disappearing from sight in an instant.

The Taoist priest looked at the carriage that disappeared without a trace and stopped chasing. He stopped on a stone. There were countless wild wolves running beside him. He took out the wine gourd and took a sip and said, "Who is so stingy, it's not easy to be able to do it. As the saying goes, everyone is friends from all over the world, it's okay to make friends with me..."

A golden light flashed in the wolf pack, and a young monk wearing a gray cassock appeared in front of the young Taoist, holding a dead wood scepter in his hand, bowed to Cheng Zhiming, and said, "Amitabha, Taoist Master, if you don't dislike it, you can walk with the little monk."

The young Taoist wiped the corner of his mouth, looked at the young monk, and said in surprise: "Hey, little monk, are you Diyin Temple also interested in these nine disasters?"

The little monk is very pretty. With a smile, he makes people feel as if he is bathed in a breeze. He said, "The three great scholars and the saints are fighting against each other. The first nine disasters are the most important event in the literary world in the past thousand years. It is difficult for practitioners in the world to not want to come and get a chance. The little monk goes there to see if the fate has come."

"Haha," said the young Taoist laughing: "You monks are yelling about fate and no fate every day. They say that the four elements are empty, but they still can't resist the temptation. Forget it, it's better for you to come. Let's join forces. I heard that many monks have come this time, and all the sects of various countries have come. The one in front of them was the Princess of the Temple of Nanzhao Kingdom. I heard that they entered the Heavenly Realm last year, and there are also Zhuge's family in Liang Kingdom..."

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Suzhou,

Looking at the world, it is just a corner of the world, and it is just a drop in the ocean. It is also located in a remote small country. On weekdays, no one will notice it. However, a while ago, a sudden news came out, and this barren land was flooded with endless monks.

The news is,

The Xu Sheng Jiang Mu fought with three great scholars,

The purest righteousness between heaven and earth condenses the literary heart, and at the same time, a ray of holy laws and seventy-two true meanings of Confucianism and Taoism were thrown out.

With this luck, no matter which sect or aristocratic family in the world, they can't help but tempt them to come and join the market, and compete for this opportunity.

At this moment, young geniuses among the great forces of the countries in the world have entered the game one after another, completely bringing this thousand-year-old event to a climax.

On the wasteland, all the true meanings are blooming in the colorful world. The invisible words are like little dragons twisting, the phoenix-shaped words seem to be about to spread their wings and fly out, and the black tortoise-shaped words are even rolling...

A mysterious and righteous spirit permeated between the heaven and the earth, and powerful power was slowly entangling. All the monks entering this heaven and the earth seemed to be covered with a misty mist.

Somewhere in the wasteland,

Someone from the Wei Kingdom's 100,000 Mountains and Martial Arts League sighed: "This wasteland has been banned by Jiang Sheng and three great scholars, and the rules must be abide by..."

Someone tried to break through the limit, but when he just started, he was imprisoned by the powerful Haoran righteousness. He felt the increasingly powerful force, and gradually, it slowly surged like a vast ocean.

Yi'an layman Li Zhifu was also among the people. She shook her head and said, "No need to try it. This is the true meaning of Confucianism. Unless it is a great Confucian scholar or a great master, even the martial arts gods cannot break the rules here."

"This time, the gathering of geniuses can make your martial arts alliance famous. Don't worry, since Jiang Sheng asked me to take charge of the overall situation, he would be sure to control everything!"

As Li Zhifu finished speaking,

A ray of righteousness burst out from her body,

That is the purest spirit of Confucianism.
Chapter completed!