I have been bound in a forbidden place for five hundred years. Why are you crying when I am a casual

"here……"

The scholar stopped, squinted his eyes, and looked around.

There was a special light flashing in his eyes. He casually swept across the place and saw that the myriad energy between heaven and earth quietly emerged. Soon he looked at the pool of blood that had long been washed clean by the scorching sun and heavy rain. He narrowed his eyes slightly and then walked to the place where the pool of blood was originally.

He bent down, picked up a grain of soil, and rubbed it in his hands.

"Seriously injured, half a month ago..."

"Heavenly Holy Land?"

"Who is the one?"

As the scholar was watching, he saw a group of figures wearing white Confucian robes and carrying bamboo baskets appear in the forest behind him. One of the middle-aged Confucian scholars saw the appearance of the scholar in green robes and couldn't help but wonder:

"Brother Guan, what's wrong?"

"Is there any danger here?"

As soon as the word "danger" was uttered, the people behind him all looked nervous and looked around vigilantly.

Fortunately.

Gu Guanqiyu Xiu stood up in time and shook his head: "Nothing, I misjudged it."

When he said this, everyone who was originally on guard suddenly breathed a sigh of relief:

"call!"

"Fortunately, fortunately, I thought we were going to encounter a monster again."

"Seeing the expression on Senior's face just now, I was really scared. I thought we were going to face another fierce battle. I was so scared that I even took out the talisman, hahahaha."

"When walking on the road, be respectful and cautious as a guest. Even if you are far away, you will not be blamed. We should learn from our predecessors."

"That's right, as the sages said, if you are as careful at the end as you were at the beginning, you won't fail. You should always be cautious."

Although everyone was startled by this feint, no one present complained. Instead, they praised the senior Guanqiyu for his caution, which was worthy of learning.

This is a group of disciples who went to Taihang Academy to take part in the entrance examination.

After Gu Xiu left the Holy Land of Tiangong, he did not set off immediately. Instead, he found a quiet place to consolidate his cultivation. It took him half a month to completely consolidate his cultivation at the Spirit Transformation Realm before he set off.

Unexpectedly, they met this group of Confucian scholars who were going to Taihang Academy to take the entrance examination, and they were being attacked by monsters.

Gu Xiu was going to pass by Taihang Academy on this trip, and he also planned to borrow an item to obtain the wick that he valued to light the soul lamp.

So, he simply helped them out by pretending to be a chess player.

Let’s go together.

However, when this group of Confucian scholars were praising Senior Guan and quoting from classics and speaking eloquently, the middle-aged Confucian scholar who led the team fell silent. He watched everyone's behavior and finally shook his head slightly.

Coincidentally, when Gu Xiu saw him, he also saw Gu Xiu.

When the team was about to move forward again, the middle-aged scholar came up to Gu Xiu and said, "Brother Guan, what are your thoughts on the disciples who want to join my Taihang Academy this time?"

"What do you think?" Gu Xiu asked curiously. He glanced at the group of scholars behind him who were obviously exhausted but still gritting their teeth to persevere, and shook his head: "I don't have any opinion."

"I think that the students this time will not be able to enter my Taihang Academy."

"Oh? Why?"

"Although they are all young talents from all over the country, each of them has a certain reputation, and many of them have some literary talent, but in the end, they lack the spirit and energy that a scholar like me should have."

This made Gu Xiu laugh: "I wonder what Brother Zhou meant by the spirit and energy that a scholar should have?"

"Then one should have lofty aspirations, cultivate oneself first, be vigorous and capable, have compassion in heart, and be indifferent and peaceful." But the middle-aged scholar shook his head and said, "Scholars of our generation should aspire to the Way, base themselves on virtue, rely on benevolence, and enjoy the arts."

"Then why does Brother Zhou feel that they are not qualified to join the Taihang sect?" Gu Xiu asked again.

The middle-aged scholar replied, "A Confucian sage once said that a gentleman is not an instrument. They are full of beautiful words, but their words are not sincere. They are no different from those jesters in the court. How can they be qualified to enter our Taihang Academy?"

As he spoke, he straightened his back and felt proud.

He does have the confidence to do so.

Taihang Academy.

Just these four words are enough to make countless scholars in the world bow down in worship, simply because this academy is the best in the world recognized by scholars all over the world!

All contemporary great scholars come from Taihang!

Just a pity.

Gu Xiu simply shook his head at the Confucian scholar from Taihang Academy. “On the contrary, I think these people are quite good.”

"Not bad?" The middle-aged scholar was stunned. "Why do you think so?"

Gu Xiu casually grabbed a bamboo pole and lightly brushed his fingers across its veins. "The metaphysical is called Tao, the physical is called Qi. Brother Zhou, you're being harsh on these students who have already given their all to earn this opportunity. Haven't you heard the Confucian sage say: 'The spring flows from its source, swirling day and night.' When water has yet to become a river or sea, even small splashes still flow toward the sea."

"That's wrong!" The middle-aged scholar shook his head. "Back then, the scholars executed Shao Zhengmao precisely because his words were false. These people haven't even entered Taihang Mountain yet, but they've already mastered the art of flattery. If they learn the skills of my academy one day, wouldn't that be a disgrace to my academy's reputation?"

Gu Xiu smiled. "Eagles need the wind to fly, and tiger cubs crouch low when hunting. They've already tried their best to gain admission to Taihang Academy. Now that the opportunity is right before their eyes, what's wrong with seizing it and giving it a try?"

"Brother Guan, you're being sophistry!" The middle-aged scholar frowned. "The sages' books clearly state: Cultivate yourself before you can have a harmonious family. But those with evil intentions..."

"The sages' books have clearly stated: Good deeds leave no traces, good words are flawless." But Gu Xiu interrupted him and casually broke the young bamboo in his hand. Ink-colored juice oozed out from the end, and he said:

"Brother Zhou, look at this new bamboo. Its skin is as green as jade, but its interior is already stained with ink. How do you know that their flattery doesn't conceal a genuine yearning for the sages' books?"

These words.

The middle-aged scholar was stunned.

He still felt that the other party was making sophistry and wanted to open his mouth to refute, but Gu Xiu's words were completely different from those in the academy. Even though he was already proficient in the art of debate, he was still a little unsure how to start. In the end, he could only say sullenly, "Brother Guan is not from my Taihang sect, so it's normal for you to disagree with me."

Gu Xiu naturally understood the meaning of these words.

But he just smiled and didn't argue any further.

But he stopped arguing, and the middle-aged scholar seemed to get excited: "Speaking of which, Brother Guan's ability to quote scriptures and speak eloquently must have earned him considerable fame. I wonder why I've never heard of him before?"

"I'm just a country bumpkin who likes to read in my spare time. It's normal that Brother Zhou hasn't heard of my name." Gu Xiu smiled and said casually.

But the middle-aged scholar still refused to give up: "Just liking to read is not enough to achieve Brother Guan's ability. I wonder where Brother Guan is from and which great scholar did he learn from?"

"I come from the east. As for my master... let's not talk about it." Gu Xiu replied.

East?

Is that the Eastern Wasteland?

But is there a family with the surname Guan in the Eastern Wilderness?

The middle-aged scholar frowned and pondered. He seemed to be debating with Gu Xiu, but in fact he was just trying to test his true strength.

Because this person has been mysterious since he appeared to help them out, making it impossible to see his cultivation level. Sometimes he looks like a Nascent Soul of the same level, and sometimes he looks like a mortal who has never practiced.

It's hard to tell.

It’s a pity that he couldn’t win the argument with the other party and couldn’t find out the truth.

The only thing that reassured people was that although this person was mysterious, he did not seem to have any hostility, and he seemed to have extremely powerful enemy detection skills. With him leading the way, everyone had a very smooth journey and did not encounter any danger. Wherever they passed, the road was smooth.

That night, when everyone reached Qinglong Peak.

Stop and rest.

"Is this the Azure Dragon Peak? It's truly magnificent. I've heard that in ancient times, a Azure Dragon appeared here and transformed into this peak. Now it seems truly majestic, worthy of its fame!"

"Speaking of fame, five hundred years ago, Qinglong Peak was just a small, unremarkable place that attracted little attention. It was the Qingxuan Sword Immortal who came here, drank heartily, and left behind a poem that made Qinglong Peak famous and attracted the admiration of future generations."

“I remember that poem!”

"If I could ride on a dragon someday, I could shoot down the Milky Way and make it into a wine cup!"

"This sentence deserves the word 'wild'!"

"The Qingxuan Sword Immortal back then was indeed wild and unruly."

"It's a pity that this poem is incomplete."

"Why don't we complete it?"

They were all scholars with great literary talent. When the proposal was made, everyone became excited and started to think with their glasses in hand. Afterwards, they actually came up with many golden sentences, which drew applause from the whole room.

Only Gu Xiu did not participate.

He was just looking seriously at this mountain where he had been five hundred years ago, and there was even a hint of fear in his eyes. He had found an opportunity here, but also discovered some secrets about this place, and he had told about it when he returned to the sect.

But he had no plans to come here again.

It’s not that we don’t fight, but that we can’t fight.

This place is extremely dangerous, and even with his current strength he dare not explore it easily. The most important thing for him at the moment is to become a god, and he does not want to get involved in this place for the time being.

As for the poems completed by the scholars, Gu Xiu did not interfere.

only……

The trees want to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop.

He didn't want to get involved, but the middle-aged scholar over there, after commenting on everyone's poems one by one, opened his mouth and invited him, "Brother Guan, you have great literary talent. Everyone is trying to complete the poem of the Qingxuan Sword Immortal. Why don't you give it a try?"

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone's eyes converged on him.

Gu Xiu did not reject these gazes. He turned his head to look at Qinglong Peak. It was the afterglow of sunset, and the clouds in the sky looked quite spectacular, as if a fairy palace was hidden among them.

He didn't think much, but just picked up the wine glass and drank it all, muttering softly:

"A whale swallows the sun and the moon and becomes a new drunk; waves hit Kunlun and become an old robe."

This verse was not particularly amazing, at least in front of this group of talented scholars, it only made everyone nod politely and praise it.

To these.

Gu Xiu didn't care.

Just smiled and continued drinking alone.

Five hundred years of vicissitudes have changed everything, but why not change him?

He can still stick to his original intention.

but……

Five hundred years ago, the unruly young man who wanted to shoot down the Milky Way.

in fact.

It's also gone.

He can make the rhythm and tone consistent, the parallelism neat, and the artistic conception connected.

But if that's the case...

What's the use?

Gu Xiu was not sad at all. Instead, he raised his glass of wine slightly towards the galaxy that he had ambitiously wanted to shoot down five hundred years ago.

Drink it all in one gulp!

And when this glass of wine was drunk, at this moment, that special area was extremely far away from Qinglong Peak, and it didn't even exist in this world.

In a coffin, there is a small flame hidden in the body of a puppet.

But at this moment it began to burn wildly.

seem.

Something invisible and intangible slipped quietly from the puppet's eyes.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

It's broken into pieces, and it's hard to mend it.

Just at this moment.

The little doll, which was originally just a ball of flame that could jump, suddenly began to struggle violently, as if trying to break through a cage or break through some boundary.

Once, twice, three times...

The collision made him hysterical and heartbroken.

at last.

It was as if some kind of restraint was released.

The little doll, which had already lost all its strength, suddenly sat up from the coffin.

next moment.

She turned her head and looked towards the south.

The flame in the eyes is like the bright moon!