The star Confucian Garden.

Yang Junshan's visit was obviously somewhat unexpected by Han Zhenxian.

"Haha, Han Dao, this time it is a shame to come to visit Yan Zongsheng, I do not know that the holy can have time?"Yang Junshan asked with a smile.

Yang Junshan is extremely respectful of Yan Zongsheng, although Yan Zongsheng is a well-known teacher among the Confucian people but will not teach students, but Yang Junshan has benefited several times in Yan Zongsheng here, first preaching, and then understanding the true meaning of "merciful and inclusive" in the rabbi, strictly speaking, the face is far away from Yang Junshan.

Compared with the splendor of Yang Junshan, Han Zhenxian looked at the look of Yang Junshan, which was somewhat complicated, and when he saw Yang Junshan coming, he first respectfully made a salute and said, "I have seen Junshan Xianzun."

Yang Junshan hurriedly sideways away and was stunned: “Han Dao friends, what are you doing?”

“The courtesy cannot be abolished!”

Han Zhenxian said, then got up with a hint of apology: "Xian Zun is afraid of the accident, Master his old man is not in the Confucian Garden now."

“Not there?”

Yang Junshan was slightly stunned and asked hurriedly, “Han Daoyou can know where Zongsheng went and when he will return?”

“I’m sorry, down there...”

Han Zhenxian spoke in a tone, but then he just shook his head.

Yang Junshan saw a hint of hesitation from Han Zhenxian's expression, and he understood in his heart that Han Zhenxian was right, and the lie was probably not very good, so it was only inconvenient to disclose Yan Zongsheng's whereabouts.

Yang Junshan was disappointed, but helpless, just ready to retreat, but suddenly heard a smile from outside the Confucian Garden.

"Old face, so quickly from the star world of exploration back, how, can you find the original porch?"

The ban on the law in the Confucian garden prevented people from outside to know the identity of Yang Junshan, but the breath of his Da Luo Wonderland was left behind when the Confucian Garden was opened, and the people obviously misunderstood and regarded Yang Junshan as Yan Zongsheng.

A man turned from the edge of the bamboo forest, with several scrolls under his armpit, but his face changed at one moment when he saw Yang Junshan: “Is that you?”

Yang Junshan was slightly surprised, but he did not remember that he still knew another Confucian sect except for Yan Xinyuan, but at this time, Yang Junshan's brain flashed, slightly with a little consternation, "Holy driving willow is Liu Zongzong holy?"

The people threw several scrolls under the armpit into the hands of Han Zhenxian, although the look was slightly unsatisfied, but there was still no shortage of gifts, and the hand said: "Junshan Dao friends, Liu Mou does not know that your excellency and Brother Yan are actually very close, and they can actually enter this Confucian garden."

In the battle for Hongmeng Purple, although Yang Junshan did not fight with Liuzi, but at that time, the number of Da Luo Xianzun who participated in the Hongmeng Purple Gas competition was understood from each other when he reviewed the war afterwards.

Compared with Yang Junshan's success in winning Hongmeng purple, Willow's luck is much worse, the original has been hand-to-hand Hongmeng Purple was attacked and captured at the last moment, which is inevitable that Liu is seeing Yang Junshan when he looks unhappy.

Yang Junshan can also guess where the hostility on the front of the willow comes from, although the other side's attitude is not good, Yang Junshan did not pay attention to the heart, slightly smiled: "The younger generation came this time to ask the Yan predecessors to ask for some things, but did not think that the predecessors are looking for the 28th seat face of the world, just missed."

At present, the twenty-seven seat-faced worlds that appear in the starry world have never been called "rich days", and from the news that Liu Zi is inadvertently revealed, Yan Xinyuan should be to find the early radiance that can open the world, so there is no doubt that the world of the 28th seat surface world should be the rich world.

Willow was snoring coldly, but did not take Yang Junshan's words, he had roughly understood that because he had just accidentally touched that sentence, not only revealed the distant whereabouts of the face, but also exposed some of the Confucian people's plans for the rich world, so it was a bit unholy: "Then you may wish to come back next time, the old face is afraid of not coming back for a while."

Say it or no longer pay attention to Yang Junshan, but to the next side of Han solemnly: "These volumes are I found the book of Yasun handwriting, these Tuen is at least from the sacred hand, all these are left to the old face, in accordance with his original promise, quickly the old face of the faithful sacred handwriting please come out to let Liu open his eyes!"“

Holy handwriting!

Yang Junshan moved in his heart, and he was planning to leave, but he turned around and folded back.

Willow saw Yang Junshan return, his eyebrows wrinkled, and said, “What are you doing back?”

Yang Junshan said, "Although Yang is not Confucianism, he can have the opportunity to see the true handiwork of the hill, and who wants to miss it?"

Han Yi hastily corrected: "It is not the true story, but the teacher's copy of the most proud one in the sacred deeds of the Holy Spirit."

Yang Junshan, of course, knows that it is not the true true of the hill, and the real most holy manuscript in Yan Xinyuan's hand has already been used in order to resist the Nine Day Emperor when he invaded the world for nine days.

Yang Junshan smiled, "It's just a copy, but the one who copied it is also the handwriting of the hill, and it should be a blessing to be a full eye."

Liu Zizi was sneered, “Since Yang Daoyou wants to see it, it is better to take it out and let him open his eyes, and the book is unique to Confucianism, can you just let people see it and learn?”

The book is different from the fence, is a unique means of Confucianism using words and articles to exert its power, within the Confucian people, they are often more willing to call this way call.

The higher the same text, the higher the man who cultivates the book, the greater the power of writing.

But the same article often requires not only the cultivation of the monks and the level of calligraphy, but also depends on the writings of the article, as well as the content of the intention, and even to see the different understandings of different monks for the same article.

Yang Junshan's eyes to Han Zhenxian Zhenzhen put down that a pixel look, although these scrolls are only topography, but the object of copying is the true nature of Yasheng, and in the process of copying, it is often integrated into the feelings of the people who copy, so don't look at these scrolls, when it is really to be used against the enemy, its power is probably not necessarily worse than the fairy character.

Han Zhenxian Zhen went to take the authentic copy of the sacred text of Yan Zong's holy letter, and was embarrassed to take away the scrolls of the book that Liu Zi was sending, and first placed these scrolls on the stone table of the Confucian Garden.

Willow saw Yang Junshan's eyes staring at these scrolls for a moment, and he quipped with a hint of teasing: "Why, do you really have the intention of studying books together?"Mo is not.”

Yang Junshan hesitated for a moment, said: "Yang Mou only admires the Confucian saints, want to see the authenticity of their handwriting, although these are the original, but Yang Mou only studied shallow, at most only looking at the shape, I think will not divulge the secret of the Confucian people, I don't know if these scrolls can be opened, let Yang a full eye?"

Liu Zi was saying that it was "haha" laughing, "Why is this not, my Confucian people pay attention to 'teaching and no class', Yang Dao friends have a heart for my Confucian, I can wait for a lot of joy is too late, and how can I be self-deprecating!"“

Say, Liu Zi is the hand-in-hand, the stone table of a scroll unfolded and hung, for Yang Junshan to observe.

These copy of the text, or majestic, or dashing, or dashing, or simple, but there is no doubt that each volume has a powerful power to seal the town.

However, the nature that Yang Junshan wants to think about is not the real mystery of these books, this book is the secret that the Confucian people do not preach, the willow is seemingly generous, and how can not know the customs of this, just want to see Yang Junshan is ugly, but he did not think that Yang Junshan did not want to study the book, his real purpose is only to compare the handwriting of these books, find out the hand of his hand.

Unfortunately, these volumes are based on Liu Zizheng, and the authentic works of the Confucian people include the three Yasheng of the Confucian people, although the situation of the Tuo book is different, but Yang Junshan can be sure that the handwriting on the bamboo and simple he has is not the same as any scroll.

“What do you think of Yang Daoyou?”Willow was asking with a smile.

Without paying attention to the ridicule in Liu Zi's words, Yang Junshan's eyes were looking in the direction of Han Zhenxian Zhenzun before leaving, "When will Han Daoyou be able to bring the true handiwork of Yan Zong's holy shrine?"

Willow’s face was heavy and sneered, “Yang Dao friends are too tall, aren’t they?”

Yang Junshan did not seem to hear Liu Zi Zheng's words, his eyes suddenly bright, "Here!"

Although Liu Zi was angry in his heart, it was clear that Han Zhenzhen really took a bamboo and walked away, but he also let him forget the just unhappiness for a while, and stared at the volume of bamboo and Jane.

“Is this the old-fashioned true of the faithful?”The old face is willing, just copied the top, and actually use the jasper bamboo made of bamboo.”

Although Liu Zi was in his mouth, his face seemed to be a little impatient.

Han Zhenxian Zhenzun had just approached, and Liu Zi had taken Zhu Jane from his hand, and muttered to himself on the other hand: "I don't know the old face, this instinct is to get the monk's sacred rhyme."

Han Zhenxian did not care, but smiled, "In accordance with the agreement between Master and Master Yan, these scrolls brought by Master Bo, and the disciples put them away."

Willow's words are a draw, although the copy of these sub-suprecit authentic works is not like this volume of the authentic book, but it is also he who has exhausted the efforts of the two tigers to collect, and now only for the sake of watching the modernity of the Holy Spirit, it is necessary to send all these numbers to people, that is, the willow has agreed before, a time is not inevitable meat pain.

“Take it away, don’t stay here and get caught up in your eyes!”

The willow was sleeves on his face, irritated.

Han Zhenxian smiled slightly, just put away these scrolls, will be impatient to open the bamboo Jane.

With the sound of "whispering", Zhu Jane opened in Han Zhenxian's hand, whether it was Liuzi Zheng or Yang Junshan, all eyes were wide at this moment.