"You want to give it a try?"

Mei Niansheng suddenly looked up after hearing Yang Xian's words, and there was a flash of thunder in his eyes, "Xian'er, there are countless masters in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Do you want to fight against the entire court with your own strength?"

Yang Xian said: "It's not a confrontation, but a desire to see it."

He looked at Mei Niansheng and said slowly: "Teacher, today, natural disasters and man-made disasters are constantly occurring, especially Qingzhou, which has been drought for years, and the people starved to death. The hungry people eat each other, which is a tragic situation and the people are living in poverty. The Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty did not understand the people's conditions and appease the people. Instead, he punished the disobedient people with severe punishments and doubled the punishment of the disobedient people, which made the people resentful and people rose up in a lot of people."

He said to Mei Niansheng: "Teacher, I think if I have the chance, it is best to meet the Ming Emperor of the Great Zhou and state this matter to him so that I can do my best to do my best for the people of the world. But before meeting the Ming Emperor, I have to first measure the strength of the masters of the Great Zhou court and then make plans."

Mei Niansheng's eyes were radiant. After looking at Yang Xian for a while, she suddenly burst into laughter, "Okay!"

He laughed and said, "I am worthy of being my good disciple! I really have ideas and courage! Are you thinking that if you see Emperor Ming and tell him this truth, you can change this situation of people being displaced?"

Yang Xian said: "Disciples dare not think so. If Emperor Ming really devoted himself to the people, the world would not be like this. But if he told him such things in front of the civil and military officials in the court, if he still had to face his face, he should have some action. As long as he could speak, he would always be able to survive more people."

Mei Niansheng said: "Xian'er, do you know that even if you can see Emperor Ming, you may not have the chance to say these things. Even if you can tell him the truth, he may not do as you thought."

He looked at Yang Xian and sighed: "What is particularly important is that now that Neo-Confucian disciples control the government, how could they let you go? If you really go to Zhongjing, you will be dead and lifeless."

Yang Xian said; "Disciple knows."

Mei Niansheng asked, "Then are you going?"

Yang Xian said: "Go."

Mei Niansheng laughed, "Okay, even though he knows that he will die, he must move forward generously and sacrifice his life for justice. He is indeed worthy of my Confucian scholar!"

He reached out his broad palm and patted Yang Xian's shoulder, sighing: "Child, I have done all the things you said before!"

He pointed at his forehead and threw it into the bleeding hole, "How do you think my wound came from?"

He laughed and said, "When I was invited by them several years ago to enter the Zhongjing Palace, I really thought that Emperor Ming was tired of Neo-Confucianism and wanted to restore my status as Confucian. Who knew that as soon as I entered the palace, I was surrounded by Buddha, demons, military strategists and several people from Neo-Confucianism. They killed me and tried to escape. Although I also killed a few of them at that time and tried my best to escape, I was finally hit by the leader of the Demon Sect, and he lit up his forehead, breaking my vitality."

Mei Niansheng said this, and his eyes showed a look of great shame. "It was because I was too eager to restore my status as a Confucian scholar, so I was plotted by Emperor Ming and Neo-Confucian scholars. This was my own fault. I knew that the other party was not trustworthy, but I still went with the hope that I could not do anything, and the result was that I was now like a person who was neither human nor ghost."

He sighed at this point, "Xian'er, don't trust anyone!"

He stared at Yang Xian's eyes, "Never put hope on others! What we lost in Confucianism will be taken back by our own hands! There is no need to fake the hands of others, nor can we fake the hands of others!"

Mei Niansheng coughed repeatedly, and the blood flowed back from the blood hole on his forehead became faster and faster. "This Great Zhou Dynasty is difficult to return and is no longer helpful! If you want peace in the world, you can only overthrow the Great Zhou and choose another wise master!"

Yang Xian said: "Yes, I remember it!"

He looked at the bleeding hole that kept bleeding on Mei Niansheng's forehead and whispered: "So that's it! Teacher, I asked you about the origin of your wound before. You kept silent, but it turned out that it was framed by Minghuang and that he was injured like this."

He stretched out his hand to touch the wound on Mei Niansheng's forehead, but he didn't dare to retract his arm, "Teacher, if I have time, I will definitely return your wound to them."

Mei Niansheng shook his head and said, "Revenge is small, saving the world is big."

He coughed repeatedly when he said this, with an abnormal rosy color on his face, and blood began to drip from the wound on his forehead.

Yang Xian saw that Mei Niansheng's wound began to drip. His body shook and his eyes turned red immediately, "Teacher, are you going?"

Mei Niansheng laughed when he heard this, "Yes, I'm really going!"

He reached out and touched Yang Xian's head, "Xian'er, you have to promise me something."

Yang Xian nodded slightly but did not speak, fearing that he would cry as soon as he opened his mouth.

Since Mei Niansheng saved Yang Xian six years ago, he has accepted Yang Xian as a disciple. The two of them are obviously masters and apprentices, but in fact they are no less than father and son.

Since Yang Xian first saw Mei Niansheng, the wounds on Mei Niansheng's forehead have been constantly flowing, but they have never flowed out.

Yang Yi was young at that time and thought that the teacher's wound was very terrifying, but for some reason this happened. It was not until he became a master of martial arts that he realized that the wound on the teacher's forehead must contain the true meaning of another martial arts master, so he would not stop bleeding and could not stop it.

Fortunately, the person who injured Mei Niansheng was not much higher than Mei Niansheng. Although the true meaning of martial arts attached to the wound was strong, it could not take Mei Niansheng's life for a while. After the essence and blood that kept flowing out was sucked back by Mei Niansheng with his supreme magical power, the blood was constantly circulating.

During the five or six years he taught Yang Xian, the blood flow rate on the wound on Mei Niansheng's forehead has been increasing, and the injuries with more wounds on his body have also exploded, and his breath has become weaker and weaker.

Yang Xian saw it and was anxious, but he knew that his current skills alone could not provide any effective help to the teacher. Therefore, he could only study hard and practice hard when the teacher taught himself, so as to strive to reach the teacher's level one day earlier, so as to drive away the true meaning of martial arts in the wounds and extend his life for him.

But now seeing that there was blood falling from Mei Niansheng's wound, it seemed that the teacher could no longer suppress the injuries in his body, otherwise this would not have happened.

At this time, when Mei Niansheng touched her head, she felt the warmth in the teacher's palm, Yang Xian's body trembled slightly, and she felt very sad.

He was poor since childhood, and his family of nine people were all starved to death one after another during the disaster year, and only he survived by chance.

When he was fleeing, he was about to be caught and eaten by hungry people. Fortunately, he met Mei Niansheng to rescue him, so he became a master and disciple.

Yang Xian's family died early. Since the age of six, she has been practicing literature and martial arts with Mei Niansheng. She has long regarded Mei Niansheng as her closest relative in her heart.

Now that Mei Niansheng is seriously injured, he is about to die. Even though he has been used to countless tragic things over the past few years and has long been as hard as iron. However, when he saw that his mentor's fate is not long, he is still heartbroken and unable to suppress himself.

Mei Niansheng gently stroked Yang Xian's head with his palm and smiled and said, "Crazy, why are you sad? I am nine out of 100 now. If I follow the opinions of ordinary people, I am actually a long-lived person. Even if I die here, it will be a joyful event and it will not be considered a funeral."

He took out a black iron seal the size of a palm from his arms and handed it to Yang Xian, "Xian'er, this is my Confucian Seal. Only the sect leader can hold it, you can continue."

Yang Xian fell to the ground, raised his hands and took it with a solemn look.

Mei Niansheng saw Yang Xian take the big seal and nodded slightly, then suddenly shouted, "Yang Xian, how can I practice my Confucian scholar?"

Yang Xian said respectfully: "Cultivate oneself, manage the family, govern the country, and pacify the world!"

Mei Niansheng asked again, "What is the teaching rule left by my Confucian ancestors?"

Yang Xian held the seal in his hand and shouted: "Stand up your mind for the heaven and earth, establish your destiny for the living and the people, inherit the unique knowledge of the past sages, and bring peace to the ages!"

Mei Niansheng asked again, "May you integrate knowledge and action, and practice it with one word?"

Yang Xian said: "Yes!"

Mei Niansheng nodded and said, "Okay! Now I will tell you that you are the 33rd generation leader of the Confucian Sect."

Yang Xian said: "Here!"

Mei Niansheng laughed and suddenly bowed to Yang Xian and said, "Mei Niansheng of the Confucian clan has met the sect leader!"

Yang Xian hurriedly stood up and returned the gift to Mei Niansheng, "Teacher, be polite!"

Mei Niansheng smiled and said, "Xian'er, good boy, although you are young, you really have the demeanor of a sect leader."

He looked at Yang Xian, "Today you became the leader of my Confucian sect. This is a happy thing. How can you cry with a sad face? You should smile."
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