After the hall, Zhao Yu carefully packed up the things on the desk as usual, and then walked out of the door and got into the carriage.

It is worth mentioning that it was not Xiao Huang who pulled the carriage, this guy was sent back to the ghost wing lair for devil training as soon as he came back, and the resentful eyes and tearful eyes before leaving were simply tears for the watchers and sad for the hearrs, but this was all in vain in front of Guan Zhengqing.

He's really the devil, Xiao Huang has been sure.

It may be that most of the people in Shenjing go to the Suzaku Gate to watch the saint enter Beijing, and the Shenjing City is empty, so the carriage travels very fast, but the direction is not the Suzaku Gate, nor the bitter tea house where they live, but the northernmost part of Shenjing, the Xuanwu Gate.

The old queen mother promised Zhao Yu that before the crown, let him live the life of an ordinary teenager for a few days, and did what she said, blocking anything out of the door, even banqueting saints, Zhao Yu did not have to participate, she knew that Zhao Yu did not like to socialize, since she was not dead, then everything she and the Empress Wu could support.

Xuanwu Gate can be said to be the most scarce city gate in the whole Shenjing, the geographical location of Shenjing is already in the northwest of Great Xia, and the Xuanwu Gate is further up, is the entrance of the endless mountain, except for the two military satellite fortresses guarding the entrance, the rest is the endless Tiger Lying Mountains and the frozen wasteland, ordinary people can not survive here at all.

In the past, those who entered and exited the Xuanwu Gate were the Great Xia soldiers who went out to the Endless Mountain, and the Xuanwu Gate witnessed too many tears, laughter and triumph, like a dividing line between life and death, sorrow and joy.

Stepping out of the Xuanwu Gate, it is the bloody battlefield of Western Xinjiang.

A carriage drove leisurely out of the Xuanwu Gate, driven by a tall bald man, and next to him sat a big-eyed girl, holding a quaint sword box in her right hand.

As the carriage moved forward, the scenery outside the carriage became more and more desolate, the greenery became less and less, and there were some ruins everywhere, because the weather was cold, and a layer of hoarfrost floated on it, which looked vast and desolate.

These were originally prosperous buildings and fertile land, fifteen years ago, the Yunxiang clan rebelled, the prince was killed in battle, and the alien race rushed out of the endless mountain, besieged the Shenjing City, and burned and looted on a large scale.

After the regent Empress Wu succeeded to the throne, he ordered the wreckage of this place to be kept as a warning, always reminding the blood sea that the deep hatred is not shameful, and it cannot be forgotten and not allowed to be forgotten.

Half a day later, a circular light gate that covered the sky and led straight to the sky appeared in the distance, exuding a misty light and strong spatial fluctuations.

Under the light gate, is the towering Great Wall of thousands of miles, like a giant dragon, winding around, on the city wall, dense sergeants patrol in formation, ten steps a sentry, twenty steps a beacon tower, huge blood and wolf smoke rise from the cold winter, from a distance, there is a sense of steam rising.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, Zhao Yu hung up the curtain, looked up at the huge light gate in the distance, and was silent.

There are two huge fortresses on the Great Wall of Endless Mountain, one inside the Light Gate and the other outside the Light Gate, the names are very delicate, it is said that the old queen mother took it when she was young, spring flowers and autumn moons.

Spring flowers are outside, autumn moon is inside, Zhao Yu is going to the spring flower fortress city today, because there is a city in Great Xia, a gate, a palace, two pavilions, and one of the five sects of Confucianism is in this city.

Confucianism was founded by the master, the master was Zhao Yu's master, and the master used his own life to change Zhao Yu's life against the sky, so Confucianism is the cause and effect of the sage, and it also belongs to the cause and effect of Zhao Yu.

Everything in the world, every drink and peck, must have a cause.

Zhao Yu is actually difficult to face this cause and effect, so it will be delayed until this time, but the crown is imminent, and there are some things he has to face.

Ten years ago, the Confucian sect moved from Shenjing to the Chunhua Fortress, founded the Chunhua Palace, and preached every day.

However, the fortified sergeants who came to the palace a few days ago to listen to the lectures found that the gate of the palace had been closed since seven days ago, and it has not been opened until today.

Until a carriage stopped outside the Chunhua School Palace, a young man with a thick cotton hat, a girl with a sword box on his back, and a bald man stood in front of the gate, raised his hand and gently knocked on the gate.

"Knock, knock, knock. ”

After the three buttons were completed, the door slowly opened in, and there was an endless sea of people in sight, as well as neatly placed desks, all of whom were wearing white simple Daxia dresses, standing upright next to the desk.

In the center of the sea of people is a high platform, on which two desks are placed, one is next to an old man, the other is vacant, and the rest of the desks are placed in a square position around the high platform, neat and flawless.

Suddenly, there was an old age, but the full of energy sounded in the center, and then reverberated in the sky.

"Bow down, Uncle Shi!"

All the disciples knelt down, fell to the ground, and bowed down.

"Second bow, pay tribute to His Royal Highness the Emperor's grandson!"

All the disciples bowed down again.

"Get up!"

The disciples stood up, looking at Zhao Yu standing at the door with heroic faces and pairs of eyes.

Zhao Yu looked solemn, raised his hand to take off the cotton hat on his head, and handed it to Liang Po, with two bright red Tusheng vertical lines at the center of his eyebrows, shining brightly, exuding a breathtaking light.

He stepped forward over the threshold, his gaze as calm as water, and then he bowed meticulously, bent down, and saluted in return.

The disciples on both sides automatically divided a road, leading directly to the central high platform, under the gaze of countless eyes, Zhao Yu raised his feet forward, his pace was steady, and the distance of each step was equal, and at the same time, Liang Po closed the gate of the school palace and guarded it at the door, isolating all sight from the outside.

Zhao Yu walked up to the high platform and sat cross-legged in front of the desk, just like he had taught students every day in the past few years, and sat opposite the old man.

"Take a seat!"

When the old man waved his hand, all the disciples in the audience took their seats at the same time in an instant, just like a precision machine, exactly the same.

In terms of generation, Zhao Yu has always been called Master Shigong, but in fact he is the youngest disciple of Master Zi, so he is also the uncle of the thousands of Confucian disciples below, although Zhao Yu is much younger than them, and he is not even the crown.

The old man in front of Zhao Yu, about eighty or so, was wearing a black Confucian robe, which happened to be the same as Zhao Yu, and there was a trace of kindness in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Yu, and unlike the advanced cultivators that Zhao Yu had seen before, the old man's figure was a little rickety, and his face was not ruddy, but there were some age spots.

"Little junior brother, this is the first time we have met, the teacher has accepted a total of four disciples in his life, I am the first to start, so Confucianism is now temporarily in charge of me, your father is the third, as for your second senior brother, he has not returned in the Endless Mountain for many years. ”

Zhao Yu got up again and saluted the old man, although it was the first time he met, he felt a taste of longing in the old man's body, which was the taste of home.

Although the Confucian sect retired in Great Xia for ten years, the old man's name was indeed like thunder.

The eighth place in the list of mountains and seas in Daxia, the head of the Confucian sect, Dong Guo Lezheng.