Speed ​​Pass starts with choosing a hunter

Chapter 462 Dragon and Tiger Patriarch
The Dragon and Tiger Patriarch!

What a big name.

Bai Yuan had received the secret letter before and knew that the young man in front of him should be Ji Feng, the person who would be unsealed from the Dragon and Tiger Sect as written in his mind.

Ji Feng was not at all proud of his distinguished status as the first generation disciple of the master.

Ji Feng smiled faintly: "I have told Shitou many times not to call me the Grandmaster, Brother Bai, please don't take it seriously."

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Bai Yuan was stunned.

I didn’t expect that the disciple of the first great master of the Dragon and Tiger Sect was quite easy-going.

Otherwise, according to the seniority of the young man in front of them, even Sect Master Li and Taoist Master Pei would have to call him Grandmaster, the first person in the Dragon and Tiger Sect.

Ji Feng: "I am older than you, so just call me Brother Ji, or Brother Feng."

"Brother Chicken?"

Bai Yuan still decided to choose the latter: "Brother Feng."

"Hey, Brother Yuan."

When Ji Feng heard Bai Yuan calling him brother, he smiled with satisfaction.

Ji Feng continued, "Brother Yuan, the person from the Beiyuan sect who is known as the Demon Seed should also be the one who has been unsealed."

In his time.

Not to mention the Demon Sect, even the founder of the Demon Sect has not been born yet.

Therefore, Ji Feng actually didn’t know much about the Demon Sect.

It was only after hearing it from Shi Yan that he made some guesses and decided to go north.

Bai Yuan nodded: "Brother Feng, I have confirmed that the man is the one who was sealed five thousand years ago."

"Five thousand years."

“Still quite young.”

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Now both Bai Yuan and Shi Yan chose to remain silent.

They simply couldn't respond to Ji Feng's words.

The generations of those who have lifted the ban are so high that they are often said to be thousands of years old.

If Emperor Taizu had not left the seal, the demon species of the Demon Sect would indeed be the youngest one.

Ji Feng: "Martial Saint, there are indeed many heroes in the future generations."

After he revived, the first thing he did was to catch up on what happened after he was sealed.

Things change.

That's such an emotional feeling.

Beauty turns to withered bones, and the sea turns into mulberry fields.

Several powerful forces that were once comparable to the Dragon and Tiger Sect have disappeared in the dust of history, while some of the previously inconspicuous small sects have now become major sects that can compete with the Dragon and Tiger Sect for thousands of years.

There are even people who can enter a realm that even their master cannot enter in his lifetime.

Wu Sheng.

Of course, it’s not entirely true that the first great master of the Dragon and Tiger Sect was really inferior to the founder of the Demon Sect. It’s just that the luck of that era was thin and there was no soil to nurture a Martial Saint.

So even though his master was a genius, he still had to stand still.

It will become a lifetime regret.

"My disciple, your master has no hope of making any further progress in this lifetime, but you still have a glimmer of hope. I will seal you in the divine stone, and when the situation changes in the future, you may be able to take that step."

The words of the first Heavenly Master were still echoing in Ji Feng’s ears.

Then Ji Feng smiled bitterly.

In fact, he was not very willing to be sealed.

Since it was impossible to become a Martial Saint in that era, would it be enough to just pretend to be dead for ten thousand years?

At least Ji Feng thinks not.

He is a man of open mind, and the Martial Saint is very tempting, but since he cannot catch him, he will not force it.

“Just take it as an experience.”

Since his resurrection, he has taken Shi Yan down from Longhu Mountain and traveled around the world.

That’s why it took so long to arrive in Beiyuan.

"This future life is quite interesting."

Ji Feng looked at the young man in front of him with interest.

"It's really rare to find a wise warrior who can make me feel intimidated."

The first Heavenly Master of the Dragon and Tiger Sect had a total of seven disciples, and he was the last one.

There was no such thing as a closed disciple in that era.

In other words, there were six senior brothers ahead of him, but in the end the first generation Heavenly Master still chose him.

why.

Of course it’s because he is good enough to fight.

In his time, he had already swept across the world again and again.

"A Yuan, have you ever fought against that demon?"

Ji Feng showed an interested look.

Bai Yuan shook his head.

Although he had used the Divine Palace's mysterious soldiers to kill the blood-glowing giant before, this was different from a real fight.

"I'd like to try it."

Ji Feng looked eager to try.

Seeing Ji Feng's appearance, Shi Yan's scalp suddenly tingled, and he quickly said: "Ancestor, the Demon Sect has a great master of the Divine Realm in charge, we can't defeat them."

The light in Ji Feng's eyes disappeared.

"Little Stone, you are just too cautious."

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The stone is speechless.

This is the first time someone has used these four words to describe him.

However, when he thought about what Ji Feng had done along the way, he felt that there was nothing wrong with these four words.

I don’t know how many sects’ treasures have been coveted by Ji Feng.

Fortunately, Ji Feng was just taking a look. If he had stolen everything, it would have been a lot of fun.

Shi Yan was really afraid that this ancestor would get into trouble.

Bai Yuan asked curiously: "Brother Feng, what are you going to do next?"

Ji Feng smiled faintly:
"It depends on luck whether I can become a martial saint or not. But since Master has given me the order, I must at least defeat those old guys who are the same as me. Otherwise, I will be sorry for Master's hard work."

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Bai Yuan and Shi Yan looked at each other.

Unexpectedly, the founder of the Dragon and Tiger Sect is also a battle maniac.

January passed.

The sealed ones were gradually unsealed, and even some sects that had long been in decline had their sealers walk out.

The number is far greater than imagined.

Many of them can even be traced back to ancient times.

Tianyuchao, Kyoto.

"Master Yan, this is the 47th Sealer to awaken,"

Emperor Li Dai looked at the secret letter in his hand.

Sigh.

This is truly an era of great strife. Xuanyang is already chaotic enough now, and now dozens of sealers from tens of thousands of years ago have reappeared.

Even he felt a headache.

It would be fine if these sealers were only seeking the truth, but if they were like that demon and wanted to wreak havoc on the world, then that would be troublesome.

Yan Shaoan was staring with his eyes closed.

He slowly opened his eyes and said, "Your Majesty, I would like to go to Yingshan Academy. Please grant me your permission."

Li Dai was stunned at first.

He didn't expect that Yan Shaoan would abandon him at this critical moment.

But soon the sight brightened.

"Teacher Yan is going. Please give my regards to the dean."

Yan Shaoan nodded.

Then he stood up, pushed the door and walked out.

Li Dai looked at Yan Shaoan's departing back, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Xuan Yang was able to rule the world for a thousand years, and it certainly could not have been relying solely on the Li royal family. Otherwise, even with the Nine Heavens Mysterious Soldiers, it would not have been enough to suppress the heroes of the world.

The civil and military officials of the imperial court are of course the most important force.

But what really made Xuanyang stable was Confucianism.

Specifically, there are civil servants and academies.

As the most important vehicle for spreading Confucian teachings in the world, the strength of academies is naturally beyond doubt.

The four major academies are comparable to the ancestral temples of Taoism and the holy places of Buddhism.

There was civil unrest in Xuanyang before.

The four major academies chose to remain silent and did not take any action.

After all, in the eyes of those great scholars, these were Xuanyang's family affairs. They were always loyal to the morality in their hearts, not to a specific emperor.

But now the situation is very different.

Those who seal can almost be regarded as outsiders. This is something that Confucianism firmly does not allow.

If Confucianists could help, Li Dai's pressure would be greatly reduced.

And who says that the Confucian saints did not leave behind any sealers?

Qingshan, Yingshan Academy.

Yan Shaoan was walking on the path with his horse, and there was a sound of horse trot.

The green mountain under his feet is called Qingshan.

There is also a river next to it, called Green Water.

The name was given by the first Confucian calligrapher of Yingshan Academy, and it was called that later. Later, the academy gradually became a first-class academy in the world, and the green mountains and clear waters became a place that scholars all over the world yearned for.

As for where Yingshan is?
There are many different opinions on this.

"It's been a long time since I came here."

Yan Shaoan sighed as he walked.

At this time.

A middle-aged scholar was walking along the path.

"Senior brother, why are you here?"

Yan Shaoan laughed and said, "I came to see if the orchids I planted that year are still alive."

If the officials saw this scene, they would be shocked.

This Taibao sir is famous for his serious manner.

The middle-aged scholar burst out laughing and joked, "The orchids were cut down a long time ago. I planted a piece of bamboo."

Yan Shaoan sighed helplessly: "Really?"

"You'll know soon if you go and have a look."

"Row."

Yan Shaoan nodded.

However, his pace was still as slow as before, and he did not quicken it at all because he wanted to see if the orchid was there, just like the weak scholar he was back then.

"I've long felt this stone is an eyesore, why haven't you moved it away?"

"By the way, how many people have slipped on the moss? We all say that we should be practical, but we insist on paying attention to the artistic conception."

Yan Shaoan complained a lot.

The middle-aged scholar couldn't bear to listen any longer: "Brother, if the academy listens to you, can it still be called Yingshan Academy?"

This is extremely disrespectful.

Especially since the other party is the emperor's great guardian.

But Yan Shaoan was not angry at all. Instead, he was overjoyed: "That's right, that's right."

Xuan Yang said there were four major academies.

That number is actually made up, just like the four great classics and the four great masters, it seems that everyone in the world likes the number four.

But in fact, the only academy that can be compared with Yingshan Academy is Bailu Academy.

The others are too different.

What’s interesting is that the current Taibao came from Yingshan Academy, while the Taifu came from Bailu Academy.

The two academies have been fighting secretly for thousands of years.

Maybe in a moment you have suppressed me for hundreds of years, or maybe I have suppressed you for hundreds of years.

But at the last glance, they were evenly matched and it was hard to tell who was better.

The middle-aged scholar sighed: "Brother, you already have a hundred-year-old future academy, right?"

"more or less."

Yan Shaoan seemed to be recalling something in his eyes.

He had been a student of Yingshan Academy for a long time, but he was not the most talented one, so he understood the principle of the early bird catches the worm.

Therefore, I am always the first one to go to the college.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar was the gatekeeper of the study hall at that time, and they met at that time.

later.

At the beginning, Yan Shaoan did not want to serve as an official in the court. He was determined to write books and become a saint.

But I have no talent.

No matter how hard he racked his brains, the final article would still be rated as poor.

Maybe it's God's will.

His writing became worse and worse, but his martial arts skills became better and better.

In the end, he unknowingly became the best in the academy.

His teacher at the time told him meaningfully: "Go down the mountain and take the imperial examination."

So he went down the mountain.

Then he became the 713th top scholar in Xuanyang.

At that time, Bailu Academy was the dominant one, and Taifu Liang Yuankang was already the Minister of Personnel. The court was seriously excluding Yingshan Academy.

The top scholar in the imperial examination only became a scholar like Lord Wenyuan.

But Yan Shaoan just likes it very much.

He buried himself in his studies, and his writing became worse and worse, but his realm became higher and higher, he entered into a state of strength, perception, and enlightenment, and finally reached the level of spiritual enlightenment.

Later, as a scholar, he fought many battles.

He was appointed as a military officer by the old emperor.

After that, the scholars of Yingshan Academy were finally able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Bailu Academy.

But Yan Shaoan never had the chance to return to Yingshan Academy.

He is really busy.

"Is the dean okay?"

Yan Shaoan asked calmly.

"Everything is fine. It's still the same as before, except that I'm sleeping more and more."

The middle-aged scholar smiled slightly.

When they were young, the dean of Yingshan Academy was the most amazing teacher in Yingshan Academy.

Completely different from Yan Shaoan.

The dean is very good at academics, but he has no interest in fighting.

Xuanyang was a country founded on military power, so even the top scholar in literature had to be assessed on his combat capability.

A teacher who has not yet become the dean has completely cut off the possibility of becoming an official.

But he didn't feel any regret at all.

I still buried my head in reading and writing books. As I wrote, I found that my realm was getting higher and higher, and my luck was getting more and more.

In the end, he wrote a great master who was a master of divine power.

He even became the president of Yingshan Academy.

When Yan Shaoan thought of Instructor Zhu, he smiled knowingly.

The powerful spiritual masters in this world seem to be ranked. It is uncertain who will be number one, but it is likely to be President Zhu in the end.

Because Dean Zhu has never fought with anyone in his life.

I don't even know how to fight.

The reason why he could become a spiritual master was entirely because the literary luck accumulated on him was too exaggerated, which made him a spiritual master.

This situation is similar to that of most emperors.

It's a false divine power.

But it was such a false god who eventually surpassed the real god and became the dean of the academy.

As for the Vice President Zhentongshen, this made no sense at all.

Also threatened.

"The reason why the academy is called an academy is because it is a competition of who has read more books and written better. In this regard, I am not as good as Zhu Jiaoshi. But if anyone thinks that Zhu Jiaoshi is not worthy of being the dean, I, a scholar, also know a little bit of martial arts."

Thinking.

Yan Shaoan saw a round archway with green bricks and green tiles.

Through the door.

Then you will truly enter Yingshan Academy.

Many disciples who were doing morning exercises showed admiration in their eyes when they saw Yan Shaoan.

Even though Yan Shaoan never considered himself a student of Yingshan Academy, among scholars, which one does not want to become an official?

Therefore, he became an idol in the hearts of countless students in Yingshan Academy.

His status even exceeds that of President Zhu.

"Master Taibao, this is my student Yang Qi."

"Mr. Yan, this is student Han Yang."

Young Confucian scholars gathered around, and even though they had been told a thousand times to be neither humble nor arrogant, in the end they all turned to fawning looks.

After all, in order to please the dean, they still have to do their own research.

But if you please a tutor, you might be able to become a high-ranking official right away.

Yan Shaoan was already used to this.

He kept walking.

We passed through one school after another and finally stopped in front of a small thatched house.

A skinny old scholar with white hair was dozing off in front of the room, holding a book.

Yan Shaoan bowed and said:
"Mr. Zhu, the students are back."

(End of this chapter)