I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

Taiqing Palace, like Jiufeng Academy, temporarily died down.

But the news about Chang'an has gradually begun to spread in the middle earth.

Ordinary people only listen to legends, but in the eyes of the caring people, they won't wait for it.

Soon, there were more than one group of people on the middle-earth land, heading east across the sea to the east.

One of them came from Yansheng Mansion, which was famous forever.

When they arrived at the coast of East Xinjiang, they gave a formal letter and asked to see the city lord of Chang'an.

The name of Yansheng Mansion is still sacred to scholars everywhere.

Even if they are located in Eastern Xinjiang, Cao Ranran and others are famous, and they all become solemn.

From Zhoudi, they immediately tried to report to Chang'an.

But after a while, there was a reply, ordering them to go to Chang'an City.

"Is there a reply so soon?"

Everyone in Yansheng Mansion looked at each other.

It seems that there are a lot of practitioners above the nine realms here, and among them, there is more likely to be a Confucian Wenzong who has the supernatural power of seeing words.

However, if this is not the case, how can the Taiqing Palace and Jiufeng Academy be deflated?

In Middle-earth, that is also a giant that can be compared with their Yan Sheng Mansion.

Thinking of this, everyone was relieved and went to Chang'an with Cao Ranran.

However, walking on the road, the headed young man's eyes suddenly flashed:

"Does Dongjiang have so many private schools in the past?"

Cao Ranran shook his head: "No, it's all brought by Chang'an. Up to now, it has only been a few months."

The man named Kong Yuan became more surprised:

"If this place has always been rich in culture and resources, and there are many talents, then these many private schools can play a role.

But if there has never been a similar tradition, could it be possible that hundreds of millions of scholars could be transformed out of thin air in a few months? "

Cao Ranran laughed blankly when he heard the words: "Mr. misunderstood, these schools, regardless of men, women, young and old, with or without literary talents, can enter the school, and they are not learning esoteric classics, mainly for literacy and hyphenation."

Kong Yuan's face sank when he heard the words, "Isn't that playing the piano to a cow? It's ridiculous."

The smile on Cao Ranran's face gradually disappeared: "Mr. said and laughed, and the saints have also said that they have no kind of teaching. Why should my generation care about who is studying? Wouldn't it be beautiful to let Wenhua shine all over the world?"

Kong Yuan said coldly: "The saint says that the people can do it, but it can't be known. There is no kind of teaching. From the point of view, it is a scholar of my generation. You must not twist the classics.

Cao Ranran's expression suddenly became serious: "Mr. Kong invited it. The old man has always thought that the sentence of the saint should be'the people can make it, let it be; don't make it, know it', and enlighten the world is the way of the saint."

"You villager in the wilderness of the Eastern Frontiers, you have become evil in your studies, what do you know about the way of a saint?"

Kong Yuan flicked his robe sleeves and greeted his fellow travellers to leave: "Changan's actions are like this, you can see what the level is, the lack of support and planning, let's go!"

Cao Ranran was dumbfounded: "How do you explain the saints' classics in the Sacred Mansion?"

In the city of Chang'an, in the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun smiled loudly.

Kong Yuan and the others were afraid that it was deliberately explaining this way so as to facilitate their actions.

"It's still the same as before..."

Shen Herong sighed in a light and shadow illusion in front of Zhang Dongyun.

"It's more likely to get worse." Zhang Dongyun said indifferently: "If it weren't, it wouldn't be easy to make up for the loss we brought to them."

Shen Herong remained silent, but sighed again.

She was outside Chang'an City and had already rushed to the vicinity of Kong Yuan, Cao Ranran and others.

Everyone in Sacred Yan Mansion wanted to leave, so she directly used her own family and country to install everyone together.

Before Cao Ranran even reacted, Kong Yuan and others had been taken away.

Everyone was within the scope of Invincible City, and Zhang Dongyun helped him. In the eyes of Cao Ranran, it was the mysterious Mr. He who shot.

Kong Yuan on the opposite side is a great Confucian in the ninth realm.

Regardless of its character, but as Yansheng Mansion's original biography, its strength is truly extraordinary.

Cao Ranran was just standing with the other party, looking at the talents of the man who rushed into the sky above the other party's head, they could feel that if he was in the same state as Kong Yuan, the opponent's strength would definitely be above him, making him feel ashamed.

Although he has broken through to the tenth stage and has achieved the realm of Confucian Wenzong, it will take some effort to take down Kong Yuan and others, and there may even be a few fish that slip through the net.

But Mr. He was not polite, and instantly captured everyone in one go.

That mysterious Mr. He is truly extraordinary in strength...

As Cao Ranran's thoughts were turning in his mind, he witnessed Mr. He's family, country and the world, and he understood the academic articles in his mind for a while, and felt that he had benefited a lot.

Shen Herong, in the form of "Mr. Ho," looked at Kong Yuan who was still clamoring in her homeland and shook his head slightly.

After returning to Chang'an, she directly handed the person to Mr. Wu Yun and stopped paying attention.

Chengzhu Zhang in the Daming Palace was filled with joy.

Although Kong Yuan and the others didn't take the initiative and just walked away, they were already within the scope of Invincible City.

Shen Herong acted to pretend to be their family, country, and the world. They intended to resist and break free. Kong Yuan, a ninth-level Confucian practitioner, immediately gave City Lord Zhang a thousand points of guarding experience.

"The little girl wouldn't be so crooked when she was there."

Shen Herong stepped into the hall: "One generation is not as good as one generation."

Zhang Dongyun smiled faintly: "In their eyes, you are the wrong person."

Shen Herong shook his head, got to the chair, and sat on his feet.

Zhang Dongyun then stretched out his hand and swiped the air.

As a result, a light and shadow illusion appeared in the main hall, reflecting the scene outside Chang'an.

Among them, Zhuo Sin is a guide, leading a Taoist girl to Chang'an City.

Seeing this Taoist aunt, Shen and Rong raised his eyebrows slightly: "If the little girl didn't admit her mistake, this is Jin Xiaoxiao of the upright school?"

"Not bad." Zhang Dongyun nodded.

Yansheng Mansion didn't deal with Jiufeng Academy. It was rumored that someone in Jiufeng Academy was at a disadvantage in Chang'an, so they sent people to explore the way.

Similarly, the Zhengyi faction is currently fighting against the Taiqing Palace. After hearing that there were disciples from the Taiqing Palace running into a wall in Chang'an, they also sent people to contact.

However, just by looking at the representatives from both sides, we can see their respective mentalities.

Although Kong Yuan is a descendant of the Confucian family in Yansheng Mansion, he is not a direct line, nor is he a Confucian master.

As an envoy for the first time, he was certainly qualified.

But when compared with the Zhengyi school, it's quite another matter.

"Yunshen Fengming" Jin Xiaoxiao, the elder of the Zhengyi school, the third realm of Taoist Yuanshen, that is, the cultivation base of the twelfth realm of Taoist cultivation, one of the few masters under the self-taught Chengyang Chen One.

She came here in person, basically second only to the real person in Chengyang.

Of course, according to Zhang Dongyun's previous information, it is impossible for Chengyang to come here as a clone at this moment.

The Zhengyi faction is being attacked by Peng Ziling, the head teacher of the Taiqing Palace, at the moment of life and death.

Even if Chengyang Chen had the ability to distract, he did not dare to be distracted at this moment, and had to concentrate all his strength against the Taiqing Palace.

He couldn't come anymore. Jin Xiaoxiao's appearance in Changan actually surprised Zhang Dongyun and Shen Herong.

After all, as a real person in Chengyang, she has several masters, and the Zhengyi faction is in desperate need for every bit of strength.

"What does Elder Jin mean here?"

After seeing each other, Mr. Wu Yun asked first.

Jin Xiaoxiao charged the other party with a Taoist inspector: "This faction is in a hurry. Poor Dao special comes to ask for help. Please forgive Poor Dao for not staying for a long time. He will leave soon. I implore Chang'an City Lord to meet him."

Mr. Wu Yun looked at each other up and down: "Chang'an has its own pace and will not break for others. If you say that you work together to fight the Taiqing Palace, you don't have to. The Taiqing Palace can't stop my majesty."

Jin Xiaoxiao heard this, and his heart sank halfway.

Whether the other party really did this idea or intended to sit down and raise the price, such an answer is not a good sign for her trip.

I just don't know that the other party dared to ignore the Taiqing Palace and the Zhengyi school. Is it a bargaining bluff, or is it really well-informed?

Jin Xiaoxiao didn't struggle much.

On the one hand, she didn't have time to delay, on the other hand, it was inconsistent with her style.

"Chang'an City Lord came to Zhongtu, and this faction is willing to respond locally to facilitate Chang'an."

Jin Xiaoxiao said bluntly: "Chang'an paces, poor Dao dare not interfere, it is up to the Lord of Chang'an to decide, and this faction only waits for good news."

Hearing the words, Mr. Wuyun looked at each other up and down, and then nodded: "Friends of Daoist are quick to talk, and even so, the old man can help your Majesty, but the old man can't guarantee whether your majesty will summon him."

"Naturally, there are fellow workers." Jin Xiaoxiao raised a heart, and finally put it down slightly.

In the Daming Palace, Shen Herong smiled: "If we really return to Middle-Earth and stand firm, even if only one soldier and one soldier, the Taiqing Palace will care. As long as the Zhengyi faction can support that time, the Taiqing Palace will naturally retreat. She helps us, but also helps to correct ourselves."

Zhang Dongyun also smiled: "Rather sensible."

Jin Xiaoxiao felt a little worried, but he was not completely relieved, and followed Mr. Wuyun to the Daming Palace.

Entering the palace, she first saw someone sitting high on the seat, their faces as if shrouded in light.

There was another young scholar sitting on the side, smiling at her.

"Jin Xiaoxiao of the poor Daozhen faction has met the city lord of Chang'an."

The Taoist aunt calmed down and bowed to Zhang Dongyun above.

"Free gift."

Zhang Dongyun glanced at each other and said calmly: "One month later, Chang'an people set foot in Middle Earth."

After that, he stopped talking.

Before Jin Xiaoxiao had time to answer, Mr. Wu Yun said respectfully: "I will follow your majesty's oracle."

On the side, Shen Herong, who turned into a "Mr. Ho", also learned something, got up and saluted: "Please follow your majesty's oracle."

Jin Xiaoxiao opened his mouth and made no sound.

Seeing Mr. Wuyun's expression as usual, she made a "please" gesture to her.

"...Thanks to the city lord of Changan." Jin Xiaoxiao finally had to sigh softly and leave with Mr. Wuyun.

After leaving the Daming Palace, Mr. Wu Yun calmly looked at each other: "One month."