60th Anniversary of National Foundation Day

  (The main site can't log in, I thought for half a day and came up with a trick. I logged in from the women's channel, and it worked!)

  "Our Tian Shi sect and Yin Yang family have always been on good terms, with frequent exchanges. May I ask, sir, are you a member of the Horizontal or Vertical Alliance?"

  Wu Song hesitated for a moment and asked Gong Xun in a low voice: "Which school of Yin Yang does Zhuge Liang belong to?"

  "Zhuge Kongming is a unionist." Gong Xuan smiled softly and said in a low voice, "How do you know they are trying to trick you?"

  "Zhuge Liang once led troops to destroy Zhang Lu's Hanzhong Kingdom, and Zhang Lu was the founder of the Tianshi Sect. The Yin-yang School must have had a feud with the Tianshi Sect! If I say I'm a Yin-yang School practitioner, these two old men will definitely kill me!"

  "Wu Song said in a loud voice: 'I am Wu Song, a horizontal and vertical martial artist, temporarily serving as the national teacher of the Great Song Dynasty.'"

  The two high-ranking officials exchanged a glance, and one of them asked: "May I ask the name of the woman standing next to Master Wu?"

  "I'm a Mo!" Gongshu Yanran answered hastily. The two Da Zongguan of the country nodded and said, "The Mohist school has always been on good terms with the Yin-Yang school, but has a feud with the Gongshu family. It seems that it shouldn't be the clever trick of the Gongshu family."

  Wu Song secretly gave Gong Shubao a thumbs up, and the girl secretly stuck out her tongue and hid behind him. The two continued to say: "Wu Guoshi, Mo Xiansheng, fellow Taoists, Longmai has always been a forbidden place for our Tian Shi Sect. We won't pursue the matter of you trespassing on the forbidden land, please turn back!"

  Wang Laozhi angrily said: "You say you'll come back and then you don't, aren't we losing face?"

  One of the high-ranking officials raised his head, looked at Wang Laozhi and said, "Who are you?"

  "Wang Laozhi's anger reached his crown: 'The pure ancestral Wang Laozhi of Maoshan!'"

  Na Zhiguo let out a loud hum and said, "When did the Daoist sects of Maoshan ever get to speak up?" His voice was like thunder, and the turbulent underground river suddenly stopped flowing. The water rolled back in anger, lifting the figure of the Daoist in the hemp robe higher and higher. A column of water stood in mid-air, with waves splashing out like a fountain!

  Wang Laizhi shivered with fear, transformed back into a thin old man, and hid behind Wu Song's back without saying another word. The remaining people were all from the evil sect, seeing the majestic appearance of the great governor, they all lowered their heads, not one dared to speak up.

  "These two are probably no worse than Old Man Zhou, the Tian Shi Sect actually has so many hidden powers, no wonder Old Man Zhou told me to go back and ask him again later."

  Wu Song hesitated for a moment and asked: "May I ask the names of the two seniors?"

  The talkative Da Zhi Guo said: "My Dharma name is Dao Ming, and this is my junior fellow Dao Zhen."

  Wu Song's face lit up with joy, saying: "So it turns out that you two are indeed seniors. My master Xiong Gu Long had instructed me multiple times before I left Ghost Valley, telling me that there were two seniors in the Tian Shi Sect who were known for their justice and righteousness, and whom he had always admired as noble men. Master said that if I were to meet these two seniors while traveling the world, I must treat them with the same respect as I would him, serving them like a junior would serve his master."

  The two great masters of statecraft heard this and smiled, saying: "Too much praise, too much praise!"

  That low voice asked Mingdao: "Brother, do you know Xiong Gulong?"

  Dào Míng shook his head and said in a low voice, "The people of the Yīn-Yáng Jiā Hé-Zòng派 are all unknown names. It's probably someone we met when we were traveling the world and accumulating good deeds over thirty years ago. They admired you and me for our elegance, that's why they mentioned it to their disciples."

  Dào Zhēn said with a deep sigh, "Since he is the disciple of an old friend, it's not good to drive him away. Let him come in and cultivate for a few days first."

  Wang Laizhi and others stood behind Wu Song, rolling their eyes straight up. Two great ritual wine vessels of the state had been in hiding for thirty years. If they knew that the person in front of them was not Wu Song, a master of yin-yang, but rather Wu Ze, a bandit with an aura as vast as the sky, what would be the situation?

  Wu Song said with a smile: "Thank you two seniors, the few friends around me also admire the two seniors very much, I don't know if it's possible..."

  "No way!" The two of them said in unison, "They are all evil demons and heretics. Letting them in would be an insult to this sacred place!"

  Wu Song pondered for a moment and said, "Mojie is from a reputable family and is not an evil sorceress."

  The two great wine-makers of the country discussed in a low voice for a moment, then said: "You and I have been deeply buried underground for thirty years. Only recently, that little devil Chen Xiuzhen came over for a while, but he didn't know how to speak, only practiced cultivation, and even let go of a demon. I think these two can talk and chat, letting them in to accompany us for a few days won't be boring."

  Dào Míng immediately sprang up and landed beside Wǔ Sōng, grabbing both of them with one hand each. He said to Wáng Lǎo Zhì, Yáng Jiàn and the others: "You all go back, put the dragon chair back in its original place, lest Emperor Shénzōng sees it and gets all worked up again."

  Yang Jian said in a low voice: "The Divine Ancestor has been dead for almost twenty years..."

  Dao Ming Da was taken aback by the words, shook his head, and flew up, bringing Wu Song and Gong Sun with him into the screen barrier. They gently descended onto a stone beam. The two looked up to see the underground river pouring down from above, like the sound of thousands of horses galloping, shaking their ears and making them almost deaf. Snow-white water splashed everywhere. Looking down, they saw that below was a deep and bottomless cave entrance, with a cool breeze rising up from below.

  Yang Jia, Gao Lian and others had no choice but to carry Lu Junyi and others up, climbing upwards. Wang Laoshi cursed "sly" and "treacherous" non-stop, and indignantly said: "The Upper Clear Sect on Mao Mountain and the Upper Clear Sect on Dragon Tiger Mountain are both Upper Clear Sects, why did they allow them to enter but not me?"

  Dao Zhen and Dao Ming, the two great wine-offering officials for governing the country, saw that everyone had already climbed to the top of the passageway. They lowered their heads, smiled at Wu Song and Gong Shu Yanran with a face full of expectation, and said: "Let's talk, in thirty years, we haven't spoken as much as today."

  Wu Song and Gong Sheng Yan were both rolling their eyes, preparing a bellyful of flattering words to please the two men. Suddenly, a tinkling sound came from above, and when they looked up, they saw a painting scroll flying through the corridor, piercing through the screen with a "poof" sound, and landing in front of the two high-ranking officials. It suddenly unfolded with a rustling sound, measuring three zhang in size, and turned out to be an imperial edict.

  Two high-ranking officials hastily knelt down and bowed, saying: "We respectfully welcome the heavenly master's sacred decree!" After bowing three times, they finally looked up carefully and exclaimed in surprise: "Can this really be true?" The two men had barely finished reading the heavenly master's sacred decree when the scroll suddenly burst into flames and burned to ashes.

  Two great masters of the country's grand ceremony locked eyes, and Dao Zhen immediately flew into the main hall, shaking his hand to put 107 golden plaques into his sleeve. Dao Ming then turned to Gong Shu and said: "So, Miss is actually Master Gong Shu, but you're playing a trick on us two old bones. In our younger days when we traveled the world, we met your grandfather, who was also a clever and eccentric fellow, and he made us suffer quite a bit. How is your grandfather doing now?"

  Gong Sun's heart was racing, but when he heard that the two men had a past with his grandfather, he felt relieved and said: "My grandfather passed away thirty years ago, and my father also passed away when I was four. The two gentlemen, earlier I didn't know if you were friend or foe, so I intentionally said I was from the Mohist school, please forgive me."

  "Alas, the Eight Trigrams Seal of God's Curse has been passed down for generations, and the Union of Yin and Yang is indeed too ruthless. My Heavenly Master Sect was also persecuted by the Union in the past. Your grandfather once asked me and several other seniors to join forces to try and break the Eight Trigrams Seal, but unfortunately, we failed at the last moment. Afterwards, I was ordered to guard the Dragon Pulse. Who would have thought that back then, it would be a permanent farewell? Alas, alas."

  Just now, the Heavenly Master sent a sacred decree saying that the dragon energy here is scattered and escaped, and it can't last for long. He told us to leave immediately and go to Lin'an. The Buddhist door supports the Mani teachings there, and they are planning to occupy the dragon vein. The Heavenly Master also talked about your origin, and he also mentioned the origin of the little boy by your side, who turned out to be a disciple of General Zhou Tong's family."

  Dào Míng said, staring at Wu Song with one eye, "You're very bad, very bad!"

  "Ah, this guy is too evil!" The two great ritual wine vessels of the country flew up and said: "You're so bad, let's leave you here and see how you get out!" The two of them used their earth escape technique and burrowed into the wall, disappearing without a trace.

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  Zai Zhu replaces Tong as the new student Geling Feisi's classmate, let's all support each other, we newcomers are easy to get along with

  "Gazing North from a Distance on Horseback"

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