I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

The Taiqing Palace, like the Jiufeng Academy, temporarily died down.

However, rumors about Chang'an gradually began to spread in Middle-Earth.

Ordinary people only listen to it as legends and stories, but in the eyes of interested people, they will not take it lightly.

Soon, on the land of Middle-earth, there were more than one group of people traveling east across the sea to the Eastern Frontier.

One of the people along the way came from the eternally famous Yansheng Mansion.

When they arrived at the coast of Eastern Xinjiang, they formally handed over the letter, begging to see the Lord of Chang'an.

The name of Yansheng Mansion is still sacred to scholars from all over the world.

Even though it is located in Eastern Xinjiang, Cao Ranran and others are well-known, and they immediately became serious.

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 in blank dismay.

It seems that there are quite a few practitioners above the Nine Realms, and among them there may be Confucian Wenzong who has the supernatural ability to see words as if they were faces.

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

In Zhongtu, it is also a colossus that can be compared with their Yansheng Mansion.

Thinking of this, everyone felt relieved and followed Cao Ranran to Chang'an.

However, walking on the road, the eyes of the leading young man suddenly flickered:

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

Cao Ranran shook his head: "No, it was all brought by Chang'an, and it has only been a few months so far."

The man named Kong Yuan was even more surprised:

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

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

When Cao Ranran heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "Mr. misunderstood, these schools, regardless of men, women, young or old, with or without literary talent, can enroll. What they learn is not profound classics, but mainly for the sake of literacy."

When Kong Yuan heard this, his face sank instead: "Isn't that playing the piano to a cow? It's just ridiculous."

The smile on Cao Ranran's face gradually disappeared: "Mr., you are joking. Saints once said that there is no distinction between education and teaching. Why should we care about who is the one who studies? Wouldn't it be beautiful to let the glory of Wenhua spread all over the world?"

Kong Yuan said coldly: "The sage said that the people can learn from them, but they can't be taught. There is no distinction between teaching and learning. I have always said that it is my generation of scholars, so don't distort the classics."

Cao Ranran's expression suddenly became serious: "Mr. Kong is invited. I have always thought that the sentence of a saint should be "the people can be used, let them know it; if they can't be used, they should know it." The way of a saint is to educate the world."

"You are a villager in the wilderness of the Eastern Borderlands. You read evil in your reading. What do you know about the way of a saint?"

Kong Yuan flicked his robe sleeves, and beckoned his companions to leave: "Chang'an's behavior can be seen at what level, there is not enough talent and strategy, let's go!"

Cao Ranran was dumbfounded: "Is this how your Yansheng Palace interprets the saint's classics?"

In Chang'an City, in Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun smiled.

Kong Yuan and the others were probably explaining it this way on purpose, so as to make it easier for him to act.

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

In the illusion of light and shadow in front of Zhang Dongyun, Shen Herong's sigh sounded.

"It's more likely to get worse." Zhang Dongyun said indifferently: "If it weren't for this, it would be difficult to make up for the losses we caused them."

Shen Herong was silent, but sighed again.

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

Everyone in Yansheng Mansion wanted to leave, so she pretended to be everyone with her own family and country.

Before Cao Ranran could even react, Kong Yuan and others had already been taken away.

Everyone was within the scope of the Invincible City, and with Zhang Dongyun's help, in Cao Ranran's eyes, it was the mysterious Mr. He who made the move.

Kong Yuan on the opposite side is a great Confucian in the Ninth Realm.

Regardless of his character, as the direct descendant of Yansheng Mansion, his strength is really extraordinary.

Cao Ranran just stood with the other party,

Looking at the Wenhua talent soaring to the sky above the opponent's head, one can feel that if he is at the same level as Kong Yuan, the strength of the opponent must be higher than him, making him feel ashamed.

Although he has broken through to the tenth level right now and has achieved the level of Confucian Wenzong, it will take some effort to take down Kong Yuan and others, and there may even be a few slipping through the net.

But Mr. He was not polite, and captured everyone in an instant.

That mysterious Mr. He is indeed so powerful...

While thinking about it in Cao Ranran's mind, he witnessed Mr. He's family, country and world, and he also understood the knowledge articles about himself in his mind for a while, and felt that he had benefited a lot.

Shen Herong, incarnated as "Mr. He", couldn't help shaking his head slightly when he saw Kong Yuan who was still clamoring for her in the world of his family and country.

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

City Lord Zhang in Daming Palace felt very happy in his heart.

Although Kong Yuan and the others did not take the initiative to make a move, they just walked away, but they are already within the range of Invincible City.

Shen Herong pretended to be their family, country and world, and they intended to resist and break free. Kong Yuan, a Confucian practitioner in the ninth level, immediately gave City Lord Zhang a thousand points of protection experience.

"At that time, my little sister was not so crooked."

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

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

Shen Herong shook his head, went to the chair, and sat on it.

At this time, Zhang Dongyun stretched out his hand to touch the air.

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

Among them, Zhuo Zui was leading a Taoist nun to Chang'an City as a guide.

Seeing this Taoist nun, Shen Herong raised his eyebrows slightly: "If my little sister admits her mistake, this is the upright Jin Xiaoxiao, right?"

"Not bad." Zhang Dongyun nodded.

Yansheng Mansion and Jiufeng Academy did not deal with each other. It was rumored that someone from Jiufeng Academy suffered a disadvantage in Chang'an, so they sent people to find out.

In the same way, the Zhengyi faction is currently fighting against the Taiqing Palace. After hearing that some disciples of the Taiqing Palace had run into a wall in Chang'an, they also sent people to contact them.

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

Although Kong Yuan is a descendant of the Confucian family in Yansheng Mansion, he is not a direct descendant, not a Confucian master.

As the envoy for the first initial contact, he is of course qualified.

But when compared with Zhengyi faction, it is a completely different matter.

"Yunshen Fengming" Jin Xiaoxiao, is an elder of the Zhengyi school of teaching skills, the third realm of the Taoist Yuanshen, that is, the cultivation base of the twelfth realm of Taoist practice, is one of the few masters of the Zhengyi school who have taught Chengyang Zhenren one.

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

Of course, according to the information that Zhang Dongyun had before, it is impossible for Master Chengyang to come here 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 Master Chengyang has the ability to distract, he doesn't dare to be distracted at this moment, he must concentrate on fighting against Taiqing Palace.

It's fine if he can't come, Jin Xiaoxiao's appearance in Chang'an actually surprised Zhang Dongyun and Shen Herong.

After all, as one of the masters under Master Chengyang, she is in urgent need of every ounce of strength when the Yi faction is in crisis.

"What is Elder Jin's intention here?"

After seeing the other party, Mr. Wu Yun asked first.

Jin Xiaoxiao rushed to the other party to call the head of the Taoist school: "This faction is in danger, and the poor Taoist came to ask for help. Please forgive the poor Taoist for not being able to stay for a long time. He will leave soon. I kindly ask the Lord of Chang'an to receive him."

Mr. Wu Yun looked at each other up and down: "Chang'an has its own pace, and will not break it for others. If you talk about joining forces to fight against the Taiqing Palace, then there is no need. The mere Taiqing Palace cannot stop my Majesty's footsteps."

When Jin Xiaoxiao heard this, his heart sank half.

Whether the other party really wants to do this, or intends to sit on the ground and raise the price, such an answer is not a good signal for her trip.

But I don't know, the other party dared not to take the Taiqing Palace and Zhengyi faction into consideration. Is it a bluff of bargaining, or is he really confident?

Jin Xiaoxiao didn't struggle too much.

On the one hand, she had no time to delay, and on the other hand, it was not in keeping with her style.

"The lord of Chang'an is coming to Zhongtu, and our faction is willing to meet him locally to facilitate Chang'an's affairs."

Jin Xiaoxiao said bluntly: "The pace of Chang'an, poor Daoists dare not interfere, it should be decided by the Chang'an City Lord, this faction just waits for good news."

Hearing this, Mr. Wu Yun looked him up and down again, and then nodded: "Fellow Daoist is quick to speak, and since that's the case, this old man can support His Majesty for you, but I can't guarantee that His Majesty will summon you."

"Naturally, I'm in need of help, Fellow Daoist." Jin Xiaoxiao finally let go of the heart he raised.

In the Daming Palace, Shen Herong smiled: "If we really return to the Middle Earth and stand firm, even if it's just a single soldier, the Taiqing Palace will care about it. As long as the righteous faction can last until then, the Taiqing Palace will naturally retreat. By helping us, she is also helping herself."

Zhang Dongyun also smiled: "It's still sensible."

Jin Xiaoxiao felt a little apprehensive, but not completely relieved, followed Mr. Wu Yun to Daming Palace.

After entering the palace, she first saw someone sitting high on the seat, his face seemed to be shrouded in light.

Another young scholar, sitting on the side, looked at her with a smile.

"Jin Xiaoxiao, a member of the poor Taoist school, has met the Lord of Chang'an."

The nun calmed down and bowed to Zhang Dongyun above.

"Free gift."

Zhang Dongyun glanced at the other party, and said calmly: "One month later, the people of Chang'an will set foot in Zhongtu."

After that, he stopped talking.

Before Jin Xiaoxiao could answer in the future, Mr. Wu Yun respectfully said, "I would like to obey His Majesty's imperial edict."

On the side, Shen Herong, who turned into "Mr. He", also followed suit, stood up and saluted: "I would like to obey Your Majesty's imperial edict."

Jin Xiaoxiao opened his mouth, but made no sound.

Seeing Mr. Wu Yun's normal expression, she made a "please" gesture to her.

"...Thank you, City Lord Chang'an." Jin Xiaoxiao could only sigh softly in the end, and left with Mr. Wu Yun.

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