I have 99 innate treasures

Chapter 97 The Analects of Confucius Fragments

Qin Mu looked at the people who were deep in thought on the screen in front of him and slowly moved away from the screen.

Although the twelve gold people's spirituality has recovered, they can't speak that many words, and there will be a delay every time they speak. That delay is their reaction period.

But as they are the treasures of the country, everything about luck is naturally very clear.

Therefore, after he asked everything about luck, he told the emperor through the mouth of the golden man.

Now that he knew the current situation of these treasure holders, his recent doubts were all dispelled, and he put on his shoes and went to the ground in a relaxed mood.

When he opened the door, he saw Uncle Cang teaching the three children how to read under the shade of a tree. They were sitting in front of the stone table in the courtyard, each holding a writing brush and paper in front of them.

Before I even wrote a few words, my face, hands, and clothes were already covered in ink.

Uncle Cang, who was standing aside, was already trembling with anger, but he did not dare to hit or scold the three boys.

After all, the Cangshan Old Demon who left them behind didn't seem to be someone the Qin Mansion could provoke.

Qin Mu was amused by Uncle Cang's appearance of standing aside with his heart covered. He couldn't help but get closer, and then picked up the blue book that was upside down on the table.

As soon as I took a look, my eyes suddenly widened.

He knew the words above, but he was a little confused as to what they meant when combined.

Ming Zhao and Hing An? Overtly or darkly? Why is it closed and obscured? How can it be open and clear?

He raised his head and glanced at Uncle Cang, shook the book in his hand, and said in shock: "Is this what you're going to teach them?"

When Uncle Cang heard this question, a strange look suddenly appeared on his face.

"Didn't you also start learning from this 'Tianwen' when you were a child?"

When Qin Mu heard what he said, he immediately put down his book, chatted for a few words, and then turned around and went back to his room. .

He was worried about continuing the conversation. If Uncle Cang asked him about the contents of the book on a whim, he would be embarrassed if he didn't know how to do it.

Uncle Cang didn't think too much about it. After seeing Qin Mu return to his room, he continued to focus on the writing of the three little boys.

Cang Ziyu was quite well-behaved. Although he didn't understand the content of those words and it was very ugly to write them, he still wrote them stroke by stroke.

Cang Shasheng and Cang Sharen are naughty and mischievous.

Uncle Cang was watching before, so the two of them were a little more restrained. Even if they couldn't understand or write, they were at least pretending.

But while Uncle Cang and Qin Mu were chatting for a few words, the two of them used their pens as sticks and started fighting with each other, throwing ink everywhere.

Cang Ziyu just twisted around and carefully wrote the word "dark". Before he had time to smile, dozens of dots of ink were already splashed on his words, paper, face, and clothes.

After seeing a word that I had worked so hard to write, before I could show it to Uncle Cang, it was destroyed by the two people next to me. Cang Ziyu's little face suddenly bulged with anger.

"boom!"

He slapped the brush heavily on the paper, turned around and was about to scold Cang Shasheng and Cang Sharen.

He has no scruples like Uncle Cang.

We are all picked up, no one is nobler than anyone else!

So when Cang Bo lowered his head, he happened to see Cang Ziyu rushing towards Cang Shasheng and Cang Sharen with his teeth and claws open.

"Let you ruin my words!"

"Let you disobey discipline!"

Cang Bo was just stunned for a moment, but Cang Ziyu had already punched Cang Sharen in the stomach. At the same time, he also used the force of throwing forward to punch Cang Sharen in the face.

After each of them received a punch, they all burst into tears. While crying, the two of them also punched and started to fight with Cang Ziyu.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting!"

When Cang Bo saw this, he was so frightened that his heart almost stopped.

If these three kids fight, it will be over if they think it was them when the Cangshan old devil comes back.

With these thoughts in his mind, he saw that the three boys were all crying and hitting each other, and he quickly stepped forward to start a fight.

But how could he alone pull away the three little boys who were already fighting.

As soon as he pulled Cang Ziyu away, he saw Cang Shasheng and Cang Sharen still fighting. But when he pulled Cang Shasheng away, Cang Ziyu, who had been pulled aside by him earlier, rushed towards Cang Sharen. past.

For a moment, Uncle Cang was sweating profusely. He quickly sought help and called for Butler Liu and his wife.

At this time, Qin Mu was already sitting in front of the desk.

After seeing what the three children were learning, he suddenly had an impulse to copy some literary masterpieces from his previous life.

Qin Mu thought that since the poems had been copied, it didn't matter if he copied some other contents. As for everything in the contents that was not in line with this era and the world, he could evade it to the dreamland.

He is just a scribe, how can he know that?

After thinking of this, while grinding, he thought about the literary masterpieces in his mind.

Perhaps because of his cultivation, all the vague memories of the past became vivid in his mind.

Not long after, he took up his pen and wrote down the two words "The Analects of Confucius", and then he wrote and copied it quickly based on his memory.

There are more than 10,000 words in the entire Analects of Confucius. Naturally, he couldn't write that much at one time, so he only copied the sentences that impressed him most.

And under the vast seabed, Liu Ziyu was also giving orders to the 48,000 bandits gathered at the bottom of the sea.

"Scatter across the seabed and bring back to me all the things and creatures you see!"

He could break down what he needed, but among the gangsters under his command, there were not many smart ones. Being forced to do so, he could only give this order.

As he finished speaking, the shrimps, crabs, sea spiders... and other groups immediately dispersed.

Liu Ziyu looked at their mighty, messy formation like bandits coming down the mountain, and sighed in his heart.

"I hope they can bring me something good."

With this thought, he also waved his tentacles, preparing to use the demon refining pot to take away some huge sea monsters in the deepest part of the canyon.

At the same time, Lieutenant Wang was sitting in a restaurant in Baishi City, and the entire restaurant was booked by him.

At this time, he had restored Yao Yuqing's appearance and appearance.

In addition to her, there were many demon cultivators on the second floor of the restaurant that had been vacated.

There were Yun Zhongke, Yinshan Bone Demon, Chixiao Demon Lord, Sanyin Sanren, Master Bujie, Lingdingzi, and the four demons from Echan Temple who had arrived near the three cities of Guanhai, Baizhou and Baiyun earlier. monk.

There are also some other demon cultivators who have just arrived from other states in recent days.

Yao Yuqing sat alone on a chair, holding a cup of tea in Qianqian's hand, and said softly: "Are everyone here?"

Yun Zhongke was originally a lustful ghost, but at this moment, he did not dare to raise his head and look directly at Yao Yuqing. He just lowered his head and said in a trembling voice: "There are still a few people who are not here."

(End of this chapter)