Zongwu: Kill the prince? !I break the gate of heaven with one sword

Chapter 96

"You...why are you here?"

Xu Weixiong's tone was full of surprise.

"Not big brother yet!" Xu Fengnian grinned with a smile.

"Brother said that the previous layout of our house doesn't make much sense now. Why do you have to let the second sister suffer here? It's better to take it home together."

"Going home..."

Xu Weixiong's tears, which he put away with great difficulty, burst out again.

Although she can also go home during school holidays every year, but every time she goes back, she only stays for a few days before returning.

How can there be a child who does not want to go home?

Especially since she is a woman.

At this time, Xu Liang'an also smiled lightly and said, "Sister, this time the four of us will go home together."

"it is good!"

It was the first time for Xu Weixiong to show such a little girl's smile in front of his younger brothers.It was the age when she should cry and laugh, but she had to bear everything she shouldn't have to bear at her age.

At this moment, Xu Weixiong finally let go of all his previous disguises.

"But I have one more thing to do."

Xu Liang'an's gaze turned to the direction of Shangyin Academy.

His current achievements have a lot to do with Zhang Fuyao, the first Confucian saint. It can be said that without the other party taking the initiative to walk away, although his strength will reach the current level sooner or later, it will definitely not be so fast.

Even if I was intercepted and killed by Wang Xianzhi when I didn't have Confucian luck, then the outcome of the two of them might still be unknown.

Therefore, Xu Liang'an has always had a faint gratitude in his heart for this first-generation Confucian saint who had never met before.

There is a statue of him in the Shangyin Academy, since he has come here today, how can he not pay a visit?

They seemed to know it well, so Xu Weixiong and the others didn't say anything more, they just walked to the side of the deck to chat.

……

"Is this the Shangyin Academy..."

There are pavilions, small bridges and flowing water.

As soon as he entered the range of Shangyin Academy, Xu Liang'an felt a heavy breath blowing towards his face.

This is the thickness of the unique historical heritage.

As a Shangyin school that has been passed down for nearly a thousand years, there are countless historical sages recorded in it, and countless scholars who are full of passion and ambition come here and leave here.

Although in the end only a small number of people are successful, if there are no scholars who are willing to devote themselves to the lowest level, how can a small number of people become famous?

So for these people, Xu Liang'an only had endless respect in his heart.

This kind of respect is no less than the respect for the first Confucian saint.

"Huh? This person..."

A student from Shangyin Academy passed by Xu Liang'an in a daze, and inexplicable emotions lingered in his heart instantly.

For some reason, he found a very familiar feeling from Xu Liang'an, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't remember where this feeling had appeared.

In the end, he could only touch his head in doubt and leave.

He wasn't the only one who felt the same way.

Ever since he entered the scope of Shangyin Academy, perhaps influenced by his own state of mind, Xu Liang'an directly restrained the aura of the other two religions completely.

Only the most powerful Confucian aura remained in him.

So the reason why those students have such a feeling is naturally influenced by his Confucianism and saintliness.

It is also a bit funny to say.

It is obviously the most yearned-for holy place for all scholars in the world, but the people here have never seen a living Confucian sage.

Of course, living here refers to Confucian saints who do not hide their identities.

Although Zhang Fuyao, the first Confucian saint, hid his identity and stayed here for 800 years, but he never revealed any of his Confucian saint aura.

But in the end, there are statues belonging to Confucian sages in this school palace. Countless Confucian luck has accumulated in it for a long time, and it has also been subtly contaminated with a lot of saintly atmosphere.

This is the fundamental reason why those academy students feel the familiar atmosphere.

Xu Liang'an walked all the way, listening to the continuous sound of reading in his ears, he was naturally very satisfied.

As for moths, of course he knew they were everywhere.

For example, in the original story line, Zhao Kai, the wild prince who always wanted to be Xu Weixiong's man and wanted to kill his brother-in-law.

But Xu Liang'an would never beat everyone to death with a single stick just because of such an individual situation.

True.

In many people's minds, in fact, most scholars have the same evaluation of Xuanyuan Jingcheng as before.

Stubborn, pedantic...

But in fact Xu Liang'an really appreciates this kind of pedantry.

If it weren't for this kind of pedantry and stubbornness, there wouldn't be so many loyal ministers who took their lives to remonstrate, and there wouldn't be so many people with lofty ideals who dare to speak out.

The composition of this world requires many kinds of elements, but whether it is the world Xu Liangan originally lived in, or the world where martial arts is paramount today, they cannot do without such a group of people.

Because they have their own beliefs in their hearts.

It is different from the belief of Buddha and Taoism, but the belief in the words in the book.

It was precisely because Xu Liang'an also had this belief that he chose to place the Shangyin Academy in the Dragon Slaying Art to play the most important role.

His thoughts were involuntarily caught up in this kind of thinking, and he didn't realize that some kind of change had quietly taken place in the entire Shangyin Academy at this time.

The tree wants to be still, but the wind does not stop.

It was obviously not March in Yangchun, but at this time, the gentle breeze engulfing the entire Shangyin Academy Palace gently brushed over everyone's faces with a touch of warmth.

All the scholars who were blown by this warm wind subconsciously stopped their steps, or put down the books in their hands, and couldn't help but look towards a certain place in the Shangyin Academy.

There.

It is Sage Forest.

The so-called sage forest does not mean that there are saints living in it.

It is the resting place of the statues of all Confucian sages and gentlemen of Shangyin School, headed by the first Confucian saint Zhang Fuyao, for the past 800 years.

In other words, there is gathered the 800-year-old luck accumulated by the scholars of Shangyin Academy.

It is not the general Confucian luck, but the luck that belongs to the Shangyin Academy alone. It is this luck that has blessed the Shangyin Academy for 800 years, so that all the students of the Academy can learn. Be sure to write like a god.

"There are tens of thousands of Ande Guangsha, sheltering the world's poor people with joy."

With a thought in his mind, Xu Liang'an muttered these words to himself.

For him, isn't this Shangyin Academy the ancestors of another world who once longed for tens of thousands of mansions?

And the moment Xu Liang'an's voice just fell.

The breeze that was blowing on the face suddenly became cheering and joyful.

The entire Shangyin Academy is happy at this moment.

(End of this chapter)