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"go in!"
All the holy beasts recognized their masters. Zhang Xuan nodded with satisfaction, put many holy beasts into the folding space, and rushed inside again.
" However, this time it was different. When I touched it, I was blocked from the outside.
"what happened?"
The corners of his mouth twitched.
??Could it be that just by wasting this little time, you won¡¯t be able to get in?
If this really happens, all I can do is cry.
"Master, you brought too many holy beasts"
The voice of the little talisman sounded: "A normal heavenly talisman can bring ten people. As the mother talisman, I can bring up to fifteen people. The ones you just tamed are all over twenty"
Hearing that it was not impossible to enter, Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but ask: "Isn't it okay to put it in the folding space?"
"No! If this were possible, Xing, Meng Sword Master and the others could have taken everyone away just now!"
Small talisman explanation.
"That's right!" Zhang Xuan suddenly realized.
How could something that Master Kong himself left behind be so simple?
If you say the restrictions, there will be restrictions. Otherwise, everyone will be empty and not chaotic?
He released the low-cultivation holy beasts again, controlled the number to about fourteen, and drilled in again. As expected, he passed smoothly without any shackles.
"No, Qiongmu Qingjiao and the others are also folding space. In total, it's already more than fifteen?"
After entering the light film, Zhang Xuan said after walking not far.
The fourteen he left behind were all newly tamed, not counting Qiongmu Qingjiao, Jinlingyunhu and other beasts, and even the red-fronted white tigers he had tamed before were among them. In total, the real number had already exceeded twenty. mark.
"They themselves are the lives in the ruins of the Confucius Temple. They can enter at will without any quota!" Xiao Fu Fu said.
"Is there any other way to say this?"
"I didn't expect that the holy beast in the ruins of the Confucius Temple would be treated like this. Zhang Xuan smiled bitterly, said nothing more, accelerated his speed, and flew into the seal.
Everyone has been in for more than a minute, he has to hurry up.
Behind the wide gate is a huge hall with two rows of statues on both sides. Some are meditating, some are looking, some are reading, some are practicing lifelike, as if they will come alive at any time, with different shapes and expressions. Each is different.
"This isthe Seventy-Two Saints?"
Soon, Zhang Xuan recognized these statues as none other than the Seventy-Two Saints of Confucius.
Master Kong had three thousand disciples, and seventy-two of them were personally taught, and they were known as the Seventy-Two Saints. As for the Ancient Sage Ran Qiu and the Ancient Sage Divination Shang, they were the ten more powerful sages.
Seventy-two direct descendants, each with a biography and an amazing past, have been remembered by countless people in the Hall of Famed Masters. Zhang Xuan has seen some of them before, and when he saw the statue now, he immediately recognized it.
Ancient Sage Ziyuan, Ancient Sage Ziqian, Ancient Sage Ziliu, Ancient Sage Rangeng
Familiar names appeared in my mind one by one, blending with the many statues in front of me, as if they were fighting on the battlefield and fighting bloody battles with the Foreign Spirit tribe.
It can be said that without them, Master Kong alone would not be able to quell the troubles of the Foreign Spirit Clan!
The names of each of them are engraved on the monument of human progress, which is dazzling and immortal.
With a solemn look on his face, Zhang Xuan bowed and performed the most noble etiquette.
The seventy-two saints exude a faint coercion, and walking among them will greatly improve and understand the state of mind and spirit.
After walking a few more steps, I saw several famous teachers sitting cross-legged on the ground, unable to move forward.
They are not in a good state of mind, and continuing to move forward will cause great harm to the body. It is better to use this kind of oppression to improve quickly.
It was the Supreme Elders of the Zhang family. Zhang Xuan continued to move forward without saying anything more.
It is not clear who the group of people led by Zhao Ya is, but if they can pass through the passage composed of seventy-two holy statues, their mood is probably not much worse than his.
With such a state of mind, his cultivation has probably reached the Dzogchen realm of immortality, which is definitely a great threat to his parents and others.
Through the passage of the statues of the Seventy-Two Sages, we came to another hall.
The parents and others were among them and had not gone far. Opposite them were eight young people. Each of them exuded an aura of pride. As expected, they were all top figures who had reached the perfection of the Immortal Realm.
Seeing that his parents and others were fine, Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the people opposite.
A girl is standing in the crowd, her eyes are closed tightly, and the cold power in her body is constantly radiating, as if she wants to activate a seal on the wall.
"Zhao Ya!"
He frowned and hurried over.
"Xuan'er, it seems like she can't hear the shouting!"
Before he even arrived, Sword Saint Xing and Meng Meng came over to greet him and quietly transmitted the message.
"Can't hear the sound?"
Zhang Xuan was stunned.
"Well, we shouted just now, but there was no response, and they didn't even turn their heads, as if they couldn't hear the shout"
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"She should be concentrating on deciphering the picture on the wall. We don't know what the purpose of doing this is"
Meng Sword Saint also pointed quietly.
"Picture?" Zhang Xuan then looked towards the wall in front of him, and sure enough he saw a huge painting on the wall, lifelike, as if a world was sealed inside.
Zhao Ya's body kept exuding a cold aura, as if she wanted to break the seal on the painting.
According to normal circumstances, when I entered the main hall and shouted again, the other party would definitely notice it, but at this moment there was no response at all. I am afraid it was just like what my parents said, and I couldn't hear the sound.
"Who are they?"
Since he saw that Zhao Ya was not injured, Zhang Xuan was no longer anxious, but narrowed his eyes and looked at the eight young people.
"I asked just now, they are the strong men of all schools of thought!"
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"A hundred schools of thought?" Zhang Xuan frowned: "Aren't they the descendants of the seventy-two saints? Why do you want to arrest Zhao Ya? What is the seal on this painting?"
I always thought that it was the Foreign Spirit tribe that captured Zhao Ya and others.
"The other party is extremely vicious, and it is perfectly normal to do such a thing, but all the schools of thought are inherited from Master Kong and are famous for their etiquette. Why do they do this kind of thing that goes against morals and arrests people directly without notifying others?"
It doesn¡¯t make sense!
And the most important thing is that in the main hall outside, there are statues of seventy-two saints. As a junior, instead of worshiping them, he fell in love with a painting. Could it be that there is some kind of secret hidden in this painting?
Thinking of this, I couldn¡¯t help but look at the painting in front of me.
The scroll is unfolded on the wall. From a distance, it shows the vicissitudes of history. Time and space are perfectly blended. Even with his sensible eyes, he cannot see clearly.
I just feel that there are bursts of majestic energy and majestic atmosphere in the painting, which makes people fall into it at a glance and cannot extricate themselves.
"You think could this be the "Spring and Autumn Ceremony"?"
Suddenly, Xing Jian Sheng¡¯s voice sounded in his ears. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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