Traversing the daily life from the Super Seminary

Chapter 506 Confucian Xunzi

The practice place of Taoist Tianzong, in a verdant bamboo forest full of vitality, thin mist sometimes lingers, gathers but does not disperse.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, there is a small bamboo house made of green bamboo, which looks delicate, elegant and natural.

Xiaomeng sits alone in the depths of the bamboo forest to practice. This place is located in the back mountain of Tianzong, and few people usually come here.

Although Xiaomeng is the head of the Tianzong sect, he has an arrogant personality, rarely speaks, and rarely interacts with fellow sects.

Basically, she won't move her mouth if she can solve it with force, or what she said makes sense.

Sitting in the depths of the bamboo forest, Xiaomeng feels nature. Although her stunning face is calm, her heart is not.

Every time he closes his eyes, he will remember Xu Yi's martial arts, piercing through the sky and changing the color of the world.

Compared to Xu Yi, Xiao Meng felt that she was extremely small in the other party's eyes.

This kind of thinking is impossible in her mind, it is simply absurd, because Xiaomeng is not far from admitting that she is weaker than anyone else.

The more he thought about it, the more turbulent waves and stormy waves surged in Xiaomeng's heart.

The true qi in the whole body became uncontrollable and disordered, affecting the whole world.

Gradually, a strong wind blew up, blowing the whole bamboo forest, rustling.

Even involuntarily displaying the eclipse of the world, turning everything around it into a black and white world, constantly switching between colored and colorless.

After a long time, when everything tends to calm down.The bamboo leaves stopped shaking, the color of the sky and the earth returned to normal, and Xiaomeng's face gradually calmed down.

"I didn't expect that there would be a demonic obstacle in my heart. If you are not careful, you will be doomed. Ten years of hard work will fall short."

Xiaomeng talked to himself, secretly running the Xinruozhishui mental method to calm his mind.

At the same time, outside the bamboo forest.In the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain where few people usually come, a little boy in a gray Taoist robe slowly walked up.

This boy was about eleven or twelve years old, his lips were red and his teeth were white, but when he saw Xiao Meng, who was frosty and serious, his expression was very serious.

Wei Wei performed the etiquette, cupped her hands and bowed, took out a crimson paper from her bosom, and said in a childish voice: "Master, this is an invitation sent by the eldest son Fusu."

Xiaomeng remained silent, her long and slender hand slightly slid across the air, and a suction spontaneously arose, sucking the invitation into her hand.

"understood."

Xiaomeng replied indifferently, she just glanced at the invitation with her expressionless eyes, then turned around and disappeared.

The current Xiaomeng is not suitable for closed-door training, because her mind is already messed up.

If you want to get rid of the demonic barrier, you can only solve the source of the demonic barrier.

After Xiaomeng disappeared, Xiaodaotong exhaled a long breath and touched his back, which was already drenched in cold sweat.

……

Outside the city of Sanghai, there is a vast ancient road with a row of lush trees on both sides.

It was a jet-black sedan chair with four ordinary people carrying the handles at its four corners, approaching Sanghai step by step.

And around the black sedan chair, there are six men and women dressed in strange clothes.

Their faces were full of murderous looks, and their bodies couldn't help exuding a threatening coldness, making it difficult for strangers to get close to them.

Inside the sedan chair, Zhao Gao, a dignitary of the empire, sat in it.The corners of the eyes are slanted, and there is conspiracy in the eyes, and the cruelty of the hunter can't help showing on the face.

"Fusu?"

Zhao Gao thought, his Luo Wang accepted Fusu's order to come to Sanghai, and as the master of the Luo Wang, he naturally also came.

But everyone in the court knew that he was in contact with the sixteenth son Huhai, and that Fusu was the eldest son of the First Emperor.

The relationship between them is self-evident and very clear.

……

Two days later, Little Sage Village.

Xu Yi was in the manor, he did not come with Fusu, but came to the manor two days in advance to discuss the Tao with the three leaders of Confucianism, discussing the way of saints.

A Confucian disciple in a deep white robe walked quickly through the winding corridors of Xiaoshengxianzhuang, and finally came to the pavilion.

Fu Er approached Fu Nian's ear and said something, then stood aside.

Fu Nian's complexion changed slightly upon hearing this, but it returned to normal in an instant.

After tidying up his clothes, he took a deep breath, looked at Xu Yi in front of him and said:
"Mr. Taichu, it seems that today's game of chess and Fu Nian can't go on with you."

Looking in front of them again, Fu Nian and Xu Yi are playing a game of black and white Go, the chess moves are dangerous, pressing every step of the way, showing a stalemate.

"That's a pity!"

Xu Yi showed a bit of regret on his face, now Confucianists are deeply proficient in the six arts, and are proficient in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

But in these two days, Xu Yi saw that the strong learning atmosphere of this Confucian disciple was deeply affected by it.

He felt that it was time to enrich himself, especially playing chess.

Xu Yi thinks that playing chess is an essential skill if one wants to pretend to be an expert, especially one like him.

But now Xu Yi's expression of regret was entirely because he had played chess with Fu Nian these two days, and in the process of learning, he had repeatedly fought and failed repeatedly, and his face was too dark.

And until today, there was an improvement, and the black and white second-hand killings were completely dark, and they were stuck like mud, but they couldn't go on for some reason.

"To be honest, I just received news that His Majesty's eldest son, Fusu, will come to the estate?" Fu Nian said.

Fu Nian is a scholar, but a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.Of course he knew that Fusu came to visit his little sage village, so if he made a careless word, it might bring disaster to Confucianism.

"Oh, it turned out to be the eldest son of the empire. There are many rumors in the world that the son Fusu has a gentle personality, respectful and virtuous, and he is not at all like the first emperor."

Xu Yi deliberately showed surprise in his eyes, his acting skills were simply amazing, and then he muttered to himself:
"Uh, such a character. This seat must also take a look."

"Mr. Taichu is a distinguished guest of Confucianism, so it is natural. It should not be too late, I will prepare for it." Fu Nian slightly cupped his hands.

……

At noon, the Confucian disciples stayed outside the village early, looking serious.

Today, the three sages of Confucianism, Fu Nian, Yan Lu, and Zhang Liang, stand at the head of the people and show their Confucian etiquette in person.

Behind the crowd, an old man in a loose Confucian robe walked slowly.

Although the old man looked like an ordinary old man, he had an indescribable aura when he walked, and his unsmiling face made people feel that strangers should not get close.

When the Confucian disciples saw this person, they quickly bowed down and saluted, their faces turned pale, like a mouse that was terrified and silent when it saw a cat.

The old man is also Xun Kuang, a great Confucian with the oldest seniority in Confucianism today.

With a stiff face, Xun Kuang walked to the end of the crowd, stopped suddenly, looked at a young man, his old face showed a thoughtful look, and suddenly said:
"I heard from Fu Nian that a distinguished guest has come to the village these two days. You must be Mr. Taichu who has become famous recently."

The young man turned around, looked at the old man in front of him, and smiled:
"I heard earlier that there is a senior who is not born in the world and lives in seclusion in Confucianism.

It is another great master of Confucianism after Confucius and Mencius, whose voice shook the world.

Especially the two disciples under his seat, both of whom have set off all sorts of turmoil in today's world. "

"Hahaha, what an expert! He's just an old guy in his twilight years."

Xun Kuang suddenly looked melancholy, and said, "Old Xun Kuang."

"Xu Yi." The young man also replied.

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