"Xu brat, do you know how many years it has been since Dali Dynasty produced a Confucian Saint?”
At the back of the funeral procession, Xu Fengnian was following the elderly God of Swords. As he walked slowly, he suddenly heard the latter ask a question.
"Other than the Confucian Saint Zhang Fuyao from 800 years ago, there was no other Confucian Saint in Dali Dynasty, right?”
Xu Fengnian thought for a moment and replied.
"That's right. It's been 800 years since a Confucian Saint appeared. It's a pity that he died like this.”
The elderly God of Swords 'murky eyes were filled with pity. The battle that had just happened was still vivid in his mind. The middle-aged Confucian scholar who had just advanced to the Confucian Saint realm and died in the blink of an eye had left an extremely shocking impression on him.
"Who would have thought that a good-for-nothing that everyone looked down on would have such courage?”
Xu Fengnian pondered for a moment, but on second thought, if this Confucian Saint didn't have such a state of mind and courage, how could he have such achievements?
Dragons had reverse scales, and anyone who touched them would die!
The Confucian Saint was the same. He could turn a deaf ear to all the insults because Xuanyuan Jingcheng felt that these people, things, and insults were not as important as studying.
However, when this scholar was touched on the true reverse scale, he completely exploded.
This reverse scale was none other than the new head of the Xuanyuan family who was carrying the coffin ahead.
"Old God of Swords, do you think we should stay a little longer? After all, there were many people watching the Xuanyuan family now!”
The Xuanyuan family was in trouble. That world-famous Godly Sea Steadying Needle of the Xuanyuan family was dead, and the newly promoted Confucian Saint was also gone.
Soon, someone would smell the opportunity. The current Xuanyuan family was unprecedentedly weak.
If they could make a move and take a bite of the huge fat meat of the Xuanyuan family, it would probably immediately increase the strength of their respective factions!
"Didn't you make an agreement with that little girl?”
The elderly God of Swords seemed a little surprised when he heard that. He looked at Xu Fengnian strangely and said,"
"I think you like this little girl, right?”
Xu Fengnian smiled obsequiously and did not answer.
Soon, the group arrived at the burial site. However, the heavens were not happy about it. Amidst the dark clouds, there was the sound of thunder. It was as if a storm was about to fall.
But at this moment, no one cared. Even Xu Fengnian, the Crown Prince, didn't let the green bird hold the umbrella for him.
Soon, the team reached the end. Xuanyuan Qingfeng gritted his teeth and slowly placed the coffin into the tomb. Then, he seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. After a while, he let out a heart-wrenching cry and rushed back to the tomb. He hugged Xuanyuan Jingcheng and cried loudly.
When the people present saw this scene, their hearts were filled with mixed feelings.
Xu Fengnian, who was standing far away, opened an oil-paper umbrella and stood behind Xuanyuan Qingfeng to shield her from the rain.
The Confucian Saint of a generation was actually defeated after the flower bloomed, just as he had said.
In front of the tomb, it was silent.
It was raining heavily. Xuanyuan Jingcheng had died, and the heavens and the earth were sad!
In the heavy rain, Xuanyuan Qingfeng's whimpers sounded, adding a bit of sadness to the atmosphere. At this moment, everyone in the Xuanyuan family of Mount Hui looked gloomy.
Today, their ancestor Xuanyuan Dapan had fallen, and so had Xuanyuan Jingcheng and Xuanyuan Jingxuan. What would happen to the Xuanyuan family in the future?
Everyone from the Xuanyuan family was at a loss.
However, at this moment, in the pouring rain, there seemed to be a melodious song echoing in the mountains.
"My shoes are broken, my hat is broken…"
When everyone heard this, they could not help but look towards the col. They saw a figure slowly approaching the snowy plain in the heavy rain.
" The kasaya on my body is broken-you laugh at me, he laughs at me, a fan is broken-"
Everyone was in a daze. The person's singing came from the misty rain curtain. In the madness, there was a hint of freedom!
Everyone present looked at each other. When they looked carefully, they saw that the person who came was a drunk monk dressed as a beggar.
Dressed in a tattered kasaya, he held a wine pot in one hand and a smoked dog leg in the other. He was unkempt and his face was oily.
Xuanyuan Guoqi's expression was unfriendly when he saw the person who had come. Although the Xuanyuan family had fallen into a low point, not everyone could be presumptuous in the Hui Mountain territory.
"It's really like a tiger that has fallen to the plains being bullied by dogs! Those who are calling flowers, get lost quickly. Don't be impudent in my Hui Mountain!”
Hearing this, the servants behind Xuanyuan Guoqi drew their swords one after another. At this moment, the atmosphere on the snowy plain was tense!
However, the elderly God of Swords looked at Li Xiuyuan in surprise. The aura he felt at the mountain gate just now came from this young man.
"Who is Master?"
Old Man Li ignored Xuanyuan Guoqi and asked Li Xiuyuan.
Seeing Old Man Li speak, Xuanyuan Guoqi immediately fell silent. This man had fought his way up the Snowy Plains. Xuanyuan Guoqi knew that he was no match for him, so he naturally did not dare to act rashly.
"This poor monk…is called Daoji! I went up the mountain today to save people!"
Li Xiuyuan swayed, and his face looked a little drunk.
Li Xiuyuan pointed at the Confucian Saint in Xuanyuan Qingfeng's arms and smiled.
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