Chapter 1206

One by one, figures arrived at the square in front of the Guemiao Terrace.

Those who could come here were all extremely law-abiding people, each finding a place and waiting one after another.

Among them, there were also many old acquaintances.

"Senior Brother Sect Master!"

"Junior Brother Zilu, and Uncle Xun, you are here too!"

These were the fellow disciples of the Confucian School; Fu Nian was in the Qin Guo, and this time Su Xuan was preaching, so he naturally prepared to join in the fun; in fact, not only him, but many people from the officialdom of the Qin Guo also came to join in the fun.

Among the seventy-two erudites, quite a few came to join in the fun.

At this moment, following behind Fu Nian were a few of them.

"Tang Bing!"

"Cui Guang!"

"Wu Shi!"

"Zhou Shu!"

The four people stated their names one after another, and then simultaneously bowed to Xun Zi, who was beside Yan Lu, saying: "Greetings, Xun Zi!"

Each of these four people was an old man in his sixties, with white hair, but in front of Xun Zi, they did not dare to be the least bit disrespectful, bowing to Xun Zi with great respect.

Although Xun Zi had disparaged many schools of the Confucian School, when Mount Taishan was sealed, these people were also among those disparaged by Xun Zi, but this still could not change Xun Zi's prestige in the Confucian School; after all, he was a living "Master" of the Confucian School!

"You guys are here too!"

Xun Zi nodded to the four people; he had a good impression of these few, as they could be considered the most outstanding among the many schools of the Confucian School.

Xun Zi did not know that these few people, who were only relatively outstanding in his eyes, in original history, after the destruction of the Qin Guo, because they lived in seclusion on Mount Shang, also had a title called the "Four White-Haired Men of Mount Shang"!

Several Confucian people reminisced here one after another, chatting while waiting for the preaching to begin.

Just at this time, a polite voice rang out: "Greetings, Sect Master Fu Nian!"

Fu Nian turned his head and saw a young man carrying a sword; he nodded gently: "Mr. Jing, no need for formalities!"

The person who came was Jing Ke of the Mohist School.

In the past, Fu Nian was not familiar with the other party at all.

But ever since Su Xuan wrote a letter before the Mirage set sail to sea, accepting a disciple for him, he became familiar with Jing Ke, because his disciple Jing Tianming was Jing Ke's son.

Of course, for today's preaching, because Tianming was still young, Fu Nian did not bring him along.

However, after meeting Tianming's father, Fu Nian still chatted with Jing Ke.

In their conversation, most of it was about Tianming's studies.

In all fairness, Fu Nian was quite satisfied with this disciple Tianming; he was intelligent, and the only bad thing was that his personality was a bit mischievous; over the years, in order to teach Tianming, he had truly spent a lot of effort.

While several old acquaintances were reminiscing here.

In many places, acquaintances were meeting each other.

After all, although the world is large, the Jianghu is only a corner of it; those who could come here, apart from some unknown people, were mostly people with some reputation in the Jianghu, so it is not strange that they would know each other.

"Master Anqi, I didn't expect you to come too; this is truly rare!"

A middle-aged man looked at the old man in front of him and sighed sincerely.

The old man was named Anqisheng, a recluse practicing on the mountains by the East Sea; he smiled and said: "I came here only because that State Preceptor's reputation is too loud in the world. He is also the leader of the Yin-Yang School, and Xu Shi is a member of the Yin-Yang School, so I am very curious about what kind of person can lead the Yin-Yang School. As for you, Lu Sheng, if I remember correctly, aren't you searching for immortals on the East Sea?"

"Why? You actually gave up searching for immortals this time and came to the land of Xianyang?"

The middle-aged man Lu Sheng sighed: "Ever since the State Preceptor returned from overseas on the Mirage, I also tried to search for the immortal mountain he found, but unfortunately, immortal affinity is hard to seek; I drifted on the sea for a long time, and it was all in vain."

"So I gradually understood that rather than continuing to search for immortals on the East Sea alone, it would be better to come directly to Xianyang and ask the State Preceptor who has personally set foot on the immortal mountain whether immortals truly exist."

"Of course, before that, the State Preceptor intends to preach, so no matter what, I have to come and listen."

Lu Sheng stated the truth about why he came here, and then chatted with Anqisheng.

Apart from Lu Sheng and Anqisheng, these two alchemists who were famous in history.

A pair of fellow disciples who had been separated for many years also met on this occasion.

"Senior Brother, long time no see!"

"Xiao Zhuang!"

Gai Nie looked at Wei Zhuang in front of him, his gaze changing slightly; he did not expect to see his junior brother on such an occasion.

After that battle in the past, Wei Zhuang lost to him, and then there was no news of him.

After becoming the controller of the Luo Wang, Gai Nie had also engaged in using public office for private gain, using the power of the Luo Wang to search for the whereabouts of his junior brother Wei Zhuang, but he had always found nothing; he did not expect to see his junior brother Wei Zhuang here today.

Looking at his junior brother's cheek, Gai Nie felt a bit uncomfortable.

Wei Zhuang had become much more weathered than before, which meant that his junior brother had suffered a lot.

Wei Zhuang also felt Gai Nie's pitying gaze and was immediately a bit angry: "What kind of look is that? I tell you, now I will not lose to you again."

"But before that, I must first listen to what kind of Dao that person can speak of."

Gai Nie listened to Wei Zhuang's words, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: "Good, after the State Preceptor finishes preaching, we will fight another battle."

Wei Zhuang's face immediately revealed a satisfied expression.

Just as the two were reminiscing, an old figure rang out from the side: "You two, compared to those years, haven't changed much."

Hearing this voice, Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang were stunned at the same time.

Then they turned their heads abruptly and looked to the side.

An old man with white hair and wearing green clothes came into their eyes; behind the old man, there was also a young man, but at this moment, their attention was all on the old man.

"Master?!"

After seeing the old man, Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang were sincerely shocked; they did not expect to see their master on such an occasion.

During that battle in Guigu in the past, when they returned to Guigu for the fateful duel, their master had already left and disappeared without a trace, only leaving behind the Sect Master's ring.

Over the years, both Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang had tried to find their master's whereabouts, but there was no trace.

Whether their master was dead or alive, they really wanted to know the answer to this question.

Never did they think that they would see their master today.

Guiguzi nodded to these two unfilial disciples, Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang, and introduced the young man following behind him: "His name is Chen Ping, he is your junior brother!"