When the third prince Zhou Fu and the old man in black were shocked, Yang Xian had already left Qingshan Town and headed to a small hill outside the town.

On the side of the hill stands a small temple with a collapsed gate. The setting sun shines in the yard full of weeds, making the small temple more and more desolate.

A middle-aged man with long shawl sat upright on a blue stone in the yard, bathing in the sunset, the breeze blew and his long hair gently whispered.

This middle-aged man is tall and majestic. Wherever he sits, he looks like a hill, revealing a unique charm of eternal silence all over his body.

He felt as if he had been sitting here since tens of millions of years ago, and he would still sit here tens of millions of years later.

His long, disguised black hair covered his face, leaving only one eye reflecting a faint light under the sunset.

The mountain wind blew, and the middle-aged man slowly looked up at the collapsed gate of the small temple.

The moment he raised his head, Yang Xian happened to enter the scope of the small temple.

"Teacher, I'm back!"

Yang Xian walked to the middle-aged man and saluted respectfully: "The disciple has warned the third prince Zhou Fu, and I think he should be more restrained in his actions recently."

The middle-aged man looked at Yang Xian, who was respectful and had a strange light flashing in his eyes, "Xian'er, how old are you this year?"

Yang Xianwei was shocked. He didn't know why the teacher asked this question, but he still replied: "I am already twelve years old."

"He's twelve years old!"

The strange expression in the middle-aged man's eyes was even stronger, "How many years have you and my master and apprentice been together?"

Yang Xian said: "It has been more than six years."

The middle-aged man looked at Yang Xian silently for a long time, and suddenly sighed, "It's been six years."

He looked at Yang Xian and exclaimed, "In just six years, you have gone from a little child who can't do anything to become a martial arts master!"

The middle-aged man said, "Hehe, the twelve-year-old martial arts master and the twelve-year-old knowledgeable scholar. Compared with you, those sect leaders and martial arts masters all lived to be as old as dogs!"

The middle-aged man looked at Yang Xian with surprise, pride, surprise, kindness and other emotions, which eventually turned into a sigh, "My Mei Niansheng was self-conceited that he was not inferior to others in his life. He rarely compared himself to his peers. He was led into the Confucian school by his predecessors, whether in practice or competition, whether in literary or martial arts struggle, he had never suffered a defeat in his life."

He said this and sighed, "It was not until after I accepted you as my disciple that I knew what a genius is and what a birth-knowledge is!"

He slowly got up, his face slightly showing a lonely look, "This world..."

He looked into Yang Xian's eyes and said slowly: "It's yours in the future!"

Yang Xian whispered: "It's all well taught by the teacher."

Mei Niansheng laughed and said, "No matter how good the teacher teaches, it will be futile if the students can't learn it."

He slowly stood up from the green stone, "Xian'er, just talk about your visit to Qingshan Town this time!"

Mei Niansheng looked like a mountain sitting on a stone, but now when he stood up, he seemed even more majestic and boundless. It seemed that the limited space in the entire small temple courtyard was difficult to accommodate him.

As he stood up, the space of the entire temple seemed to ripple like water waves.

His legs are slender and powerful. Standing there, he has an inexplicable charm that supports the world, simple, concise, thick and profound.

A strong wind blew, blowing his long hair in the wind, and his originally covered face finally revealed.

This person's face is like a jade crown, his eyes are like a star, his eyebrows are flying slanted into his temples, and his momentum is extremely extraordinary.

But in the middle of his forehead, there was a strange blood hole as thick as a finger. The wound was so deep that you could even see the milky white brain matter inside.

At this time, blood was slowly flowing out of the hole, but the wound just flowed backwards, and then began to flow out again, and then backwards.

This cycle goes on and on, and it flows endlessly.

He seemed to have been hit on the forehead by someone, and he had such a horrible wound, but even though he was so injured, he was not dead.

Seeing the blood hole on Mei Niansheng's forehead, Yang Xian's eyes condensed and his body was slightly stiff, but he immediately recovered as before. He only revealed great concern in the depths of his eyes, but he did not dare to ask, so he had to lower his head and dare not look again.

Mei Niansheng stood in the deserted yard of the small temple, looking at the sunset in the sky, sighed: "Whenever I see the sunset setting, I will think of the four words "The road is too late"."

When Yang Xian heard Mei Niansheng's words, his body tightened and he hurriedly said, "The sun rises and sets in the west. Today, it will rise as usual tomorrow. Although there is 'd late sun', the 'distance' may not be 'end of the way'."

Mei Niansheng shook his head and laughed, "I know my own body in my heart. Xian'er, don't comfort me."

He stood quietly, staring at the fiery sunset on the hillside to the west with affectionate feelings, and sighed long: "It seems that because I am about to die, I feel more and more that the traces and scenery of the sun and moon rotation in the world are so fascinating."

Yang Xian said lightly: "Teacher, there is no way out, and there may be a glimmer of hope for life."

Mei Niansheng laughed and said, "There is no way to the world? Xian'er, I ask you, what should I do if I am naive and the way to the world is no way to the world?"

Yang Xian was stunned, silent, and his eyes were filled with sadness.

As if he felt that what he said was too pessimistic, Mei Niansheng smiled and said, "Who in the world is not dead? If you cannot make profits for the people and cannot contribute to the people in the world, what can you do if you live forever?"

His tone gradually rose, "In the past century, my Mei Nian Nian's birth, in order to revitalize the Confucian school, eliminate traitors, and restore the original source. He killed corrupt officials and thousands of demons in his life, and never bowed his head."

He said slowly: "I have never insulted my Confucian ancestors. Although I can't help but bring peace to the ages, it's because my ability is limited, not because I haven't done my best!"

Yang Xian said beside him, "Disciple knows."

Mei Niansheng smiled and said, "Let's not talk about life and death for now. Let's talk about Qingshan Town this time."

Yang Xian said: "Teacher, please come to you."

He whispered: "The third prince Zhou Fu was bloodthirsty. After I was warned, he should restrain himself for a while. He should open the warehouse and release grain in the past two days. But after a while, the priests of the Great Zhou royal family will definitely come to Qingzhou to investigate this matter in detail. At that time, I may face these royal masters."

"Oh? Then how are you going to deal with it?"

Mei Niansheng looked at his closed disciple, and his face showed a look of sadness and relief, "Although the Great Zhou Dynasty was in turmoil and the building was about to collapse, it was not something that could be resisted by one person."
Chapter completed!