Traversing the daily life from the Super Seminary

Chapter 472 Little Sage Zhuang II

Walking into Little Sage's Manor, even though Xu Yi has traveled many worlds over the years and has extraordinary knowledge, he can't help but be attracted by the beautiful scenery inside.

The sky-blue lake, the golden fish in the pond, the rugged rockery standing in the lake, the orderly planted trees, and the quaint and fragrant nine-curved corridor.

All of these are intertwined to form a beautiful picture scroll containing the natural principles of heaven and earth.

Seeing this beautiful scenery, Xu Yi couldn't help feeling empty, clear-headed, and filled with many wonderful thoughts.

Feeling the beauty of Confucianism, I feel like I have been running around for a long time, and the contamination and blemishes of my soul have been swept away.

"Hehe, I've heard that nobles like luxury, and Confucianism will enjoy it. It's true when I saw it today." Xu Yi laughed.

"Xu Layman is joking, Confucianism always cultivates the mind diligently, the state of mind is indifferent, and does not strive for fame and wealth.

How can you be greedy for enjoyment? The flowers and plants here are just arranged at will in your free time, so it can be regarded as careless planting. " Fu Nian said indifferently.

"Where is that tall building?"

Xu Yi smiled without saying a word, he was not interested in arguing with a scholar who was eloquent, after all, he was only here to enjoy the scenery and enjoy Xianxian's demeanor.

"That's the Wendao Academy, where our little Shengxianzhuang disciples preach."

Fu Nian replied, neither fast nor slow, and his words were quite patient, but the patience of a village lord.

"What about it?" Xu Yi asked again, pointing to a building.

"This is the Six Arts Hall. A gentleman has six arts, ritual, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and numbering.

My Confucianism advocates self-cultivation, family harmony, state governance, and peace of the world. The six arts of a gentleman are compulsory, and Confucian disciples must have both civil and military skills. " Fu Nian said.

"Mr. Fu Nian, I see that your body is extremely powerful, full of righteousness, and you will live forever in the world. You must be an unborn master." Xu Yi said.

As the current head of Confucianism, who would be an ordinary person.

At this time, there are hundreds of schools of thought and a hundred flowers blooming, and the Confucianists are even more civilized and martial arts.

How can it be like those nerds in later generations who only focus on sage books, really only talk?

"Hehe, these trivial plans of mine are not worth mentioning in front of Lay Xu." Fu Nian said, with a humble look on his face.

"Mr. Fu Nian, you don't have to be humble, you have to learn the truth, and you have to specialize in art.

I am only standing in front of you in a certain way, and you are experts in Confucianism. "Xu Yi said.

"There is a priority in hearing the truth, and there is a specialization in art. It makes sense, and it makes sense."

Fu Nian kept saying these words in his mouth, his plain eyes showed a gleam, his expression was bright, and suddenly he clasped his sleeves and said to Xu Yi:
"Mister is very kind!"

"...? Am I right?"

Fu Nian's sudden change of attitude made Xu Yi feel confused, he really didn't say that on purpose.

He said it casually, but it was passed down as a good sentence by him, and he bowed his head and worshiped. Could this be the ancients, is it too sincere?

Xu Yi didn't know how to deal with Fu Nian's attitude, because he was most annoyed by these red tapes.

He simply didn't speak, and with his hands behind his back, he let the long wind blow through his robe, making a sound of hunting, his brows were deep and vast, and he looked like an outsider.

"high!"

Combined with Xu Yi's method that even his uncle Xunqing was helpless, and this eloquent and absolutely famous speech.

Fu Nian respected this even more, and treated it meticulously and seriously, without losing Confucian etiquette.

So Xu Yi, under the leadership of Fu Nian, slowly walked around the Little Sage's Village, where the scenery is excellent.

But before walking for a while, a Confucian disciple ran over and whispered beside Fu Nian.

Hearing this, Fu Nian's complexion changed slightly, revealing a dignified expression.

"Mr. Xu, it's really a coincidence. A distinguished guest came here temporarily today, and I'm afraid the hospitality will not be good. Please don't blame me, sir." Fu Nian said.

"Hehe, it's okay. Mr. Fu Nian can go and entertain the distinguished guests. I'll just stay here for a while, and just take a look at the scenery here," Xu Yi said.

"So, Fu Nian bid farewell."

Fu Nian bowed slightly, then turned around and hurried away.

So now no one cares about Xu Yi, but Xu Yi always feels that something big is going to happen?
Looking at the wonderful scenery and strange rocks in the Little Sage's Villa in front of him, Xu Yi was deeply moved.

Just stand quietly on the curved bridge, close your eyes and meditate to comprehend the natural way of Confucianism.

I have been running around on the road of cultivating immortals, but I have ignored the true meaning of cultivating immortals.

Sometimes stopping is not to retreat in discouragement, but to look far away, in order to see the further road clearly.

Cultivating immortals requires not only the accumulation of practice, but also the tempering of the state of mind.

Through so many worlds, thousands of years passed by.

I have seen many people and things, and many stories that are not perfect have happened.

What Xu Yi did the most was to use the sword heart to turn it into a wisdom sword to cut off the many mottled, complicated and unnecessary memories, and keep the original original intention.

Therefore, in the changing world, between people and objects, he can quickly accept everything without feeling uncomfortable.

And the realm of heart is a very peculiar realm. Like Jianxin, enlightenment is enlightenment, and one cannot impose one without enlightenment.

And Xu Yi thinks that he is still an ordinary person so far, with emotions, emotions and desires.

That's why you are burdened by these worldly memories and experiences, and that's why you need wisdom to cut emotions?

But now, in this little sage village, at this very moment, this holy place where Confucianists from all over the world gathered.

Xu Yi vaguely felt the aura left by the Confucian sages and saints in the long river of time, as well as the mysterious and mysterious way of nature.

The reason why saints are saints is that their state of mind has been transcendent and free from vulgarity, and they are not burdened by foreign objects.

This is also the difference between laymen and saints, the difference in their hearts.

Xu Yi felt a lot of emotion as he quietly felt the sacred way and the way of nature from the Confucian sages in this beautiful Fengshui.

Although these are not his reasons, they are also inferences, which are quite beneficial to his improvement of state of mind.

At the same time, not far from Xu Yi's side, on the main hall road of Xiaoshengxianzhuang.

Two rows of black armored soldiers stood in a row, holding long daggers, their military appearance was solemn.

A group of people walked in in unison, but the leader was a middle-aged man in a black Confucian robe.

While walking, he exudes an air of power and authority in a high position, as if he is in a superior position.

Followed by a stooped white-haired old man, immortal style.

The old man with a ferocious complexion had a fierce aura spontaneously.

His complexion was strange, with a pattern of blue flames tattooed on his face, he was dressed in a dark blue robe, and his whole body exuded an evil spirit.

The leader was Li Si, who was also a Confucian disciple.

Now it is the Prime Minister of the Qin Dynasty, and this time he came to Sanghai to follow the order of the First Emperor to investigate the Mohists' rebellious party.

It was the first time for Li Si to approach Xiaoshengxianzhuang after many years, and there was not much change from when he left that year, and he was deeply moved in his heart.

I remember that he was on the curved bridge on the lake many times, when he often argued with Han Fei, and his face was often red.

"what?"

Li Si's eyes fell on the curved bridge without a trace, and a solitary figure stood proudly among them.

It is actually integrated with the Confucian landscape, and that kind of bearing is unique.

Suddenly reunited with the lingering person in his mind, his pupils constricted, and he said in a voice:
"Han Fei!"

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