The first day of the first lunar month.

Several chariots whistling over crushed the spring snow at the foot of Datong Mountain.

People who are good at Neo-Confucianism say that spring comes next year, spring comes next year. On the first day of spring, people arrive.

"Stop." The carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain, and the groom in the middle carriage said to the carriage: "Salute to wine, Datong Mountain has arrived."

"Yes." Ming Rui stepped out of the carriage that he had placed himself in, stood on the shaft, and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar snow scene.

Among the other carriages, there were also students who came out in groups of three to participate in the literary competition.

"Let's go." Ming Rui's true energy was released, covering the surroundings, covering many students.

"Dagan Jixia Academy, come to worship the mountain." The sound of worship was heard for thousands of miles. After that, everyone was like flying immortals, lifted by Mingrui's true energy, and rode the wind to fly towards the Shanhe Academy on the mountain.

The long mountain road up the mountain is just a short moment under the true energy of the powerful man in Tongshen Realm.

There were already people waiting in front of Shanhe Academy, but strangely, there was only one waiting.

"Senior Brother Qingzhu, I haven't seen you for a long time."

The one who was waiting in front of the mountain gate was not someone else, but Mr. Qingzhu, who only heard of his name but did not see him when Qingyu entered school.

Mr. Qingzhu's name was Lu Qingzhu. He could not hide his sick face. He coughed lightly. Facing Mingrui's greetings, he said stiffly: "I don't have a junior brother in the priesthood. Ming's priesthood is ruined."

Facing Lu Qingzhu's cold words, Ming Rui was not annoyed at all, and still had a kind face, saying, "Senior Brother Qingzhu had good care of me back then. No matter what my identity was, I would never dare to forget my senior brother's feelings. My senior brother did not recognize me, but I would never dare to disagree with me."

"Hmph," Lu Qingzhu snorted coldly when he heard this, "Don't forget your kindness, do you still remember how I got this old wound!"

Lu Qingzhu's words made Ming Rui speechless. Forty years ago, Lu Qingzhu competed with Wang Jingyang of Neo-Confucianism, but rather died than retreat. He was born with his three palms and tried to win, leaving behind a body of injuries. Until now, he is still deeply hurt by the old injuries.

"I'm waiting here for an hour today to see if your Mingrui's face is really shameless."

"Now it seems that this powerful man in the realm of God is really shameless and can be extremely shameless." After saying that, Lu Qingzhu left and left Ming Rui and others, as if he had been waiting for an hour, just to laugh at Ming Rui for a few words.

As soon as he left, Liu Mingrui and his group stood foolishly at the door, dazed.

"You..." A man behind Mingrui was about to speak out when he heard this, but Mingrui stopped him and shook his head to stop him.

"Salute to the wine, Shanhe Academy's move has made us look down upon us. If we do not fight back, wouldn't we be stepped on by them?" the man said anxiously.

Mingrui could think of the anger of the lecturers and students coming together without turning his head, but he still smiled and said, "If Shanhe Academy only has this kind of energy, I will not worry about winning the game when I am waiting for this trip. Wait, the winner's might be the only one who has endured it for thirty years, and it is not only us who are embarrassed. If we wait for this trip, the humiliation of Shanhe Academy will be millions of times what we are receiving now."

They were all elites from Jixia Academy. When the students behind them heard this, they all suppressed their irritability in their hearts, turned into firewood, and ignited the fire of fighting spirit.

"Ming Jijiu was joking. For thirty years, Ming Jijiu has never led a team to participate in the literary world for a throne. You are not among the humiliated people. And forty years ago, the Neo-Confucian people who came to challenge my Shanhe Academy were beaten to the point of falling. Isn't it Ming Jijiu himself?" On the side of the gate, Zhuge Longsu walked out slowly, following Lu Qingzhu and Ouyang Yan, who everyone thought they had already walked away.

"Thank you for your sake. Today is the academy holiday. All the students of our college have returned home to reunite with their families. There are not many students left behind, so only the dean and two lecturers have come to welcome Ming's academy."

"Director Zhuge was joking. It was my honor to have Dean Zhuge come to greet him in person. I was too happy to be too late, so how could I forgive me?" Ming Rui laughed.

There was another greeting between the two sides, and it seemed like a simple visit, not a kid.

"Ming offered wine, please." Zhuge Longsu leaned against his side and led his eyes.

"Please." Mingrui and Zhuge Longsu walked side by side, and a group of people followed him into Shanhe Academy.

As soon as he entered the academy gate, Mingrui's face remained calm, and the lecturers behind him were also calm. However, the students' expressions changed, but they returned to their original state later.

When Zhuge Longsu and the other two saw this, a deep thought flashed in their eyes.

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"The people who came to Neo-Confucianism this time are not simple!" Qing Yuyao looked at the movement at the door and suddenly said on a pavilion in the distance.

Although I don’t know what his eye power is, with the current strengthening of vision, Qingyu can easily see various things happening in the mountain gate, including the details of the changes in the expressions on the faces of students.

"Oh, what do you mean?" Feng Jiu, who was standing beside him, asked inquiring after hearing this.

"You are now in your body, and you can't feel it. Try to convert the power of disaster into the true qi of Neo-Confucianism."

Qingyu also gave it to Fengjiu to practice in "The Holy Law of Heaven", and naturally it was effortless to transform the true qi of the Mind.

When the true qi of Minzu begins to run in the body, Fengjiu feels that the true qi is running a little stagnant and not as free as before.

What's going on? Fengjiu looked at Qingyu in confusion.

"It's the environment," Qingyu explained, "On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the residual impact left by the outbreak of the long river of Haoqi, and since that snowy night, the long river of Haoqi in the academy has not been truly silent and has been ready to be warned. This has greatly changed the special environment that has only had a slight impact, and has begun to significantly suppress the operation of alien true qi.

Most of the students in the academy leave on holidays. This is why the current academy environment is really unfriendly to those who have not yet cultivated "Haora righteousness".

"Why didn't those people in Neo-Confucianism receive the influence?"

If it is suppressed, people with no reason will not be affected.

"Neo-Confucianism is derived from Confucianism, and the nature of true qi is only slightly different. Therefore, the Ming priest can successfully transfer to meditation. Each of these Neo-Confucian students has at least two or three levels of innate level, otherwise they will not be affected.

That's why the people who came here this time are not simple."

And it is definitely more than these people. Qingyu didn't say this sentence.
Chapter completed!