"I only know that it is impossible to do something to be a tiger!"

With a sneer, Ying Jichang said, "If you were a member of the Central Plains, I might believe you."

"But, you are not!"

Ying Jichang's feelings for Confucius were only moderate, with no favorable feelings, but no disgust. In this world, he had long lost the admiration of his ancestors.

Moreover, Ying Jichang knew even more how dirty the actions of Yan Shenggong in all dynasties were...

"Hahaha......."

The old laughter, with a hint of kindness, has a power to make people calm and calm in an instant.

"The King of Beiliang was wrong. Lao I was also a person from the Central Plains. He was born here and grew up here."

Speaking of this, Confucius smiled meaningfully at Ying Jichang and said, "Are you also a human race on the Central Plains?"

Upon hearing this, Ying Jichang's suspicious look increased instead of reducing. Just like a person like Confucius, he would pull out an eyelash and be hollow. He wanted to deceive someone and hide something, which was difficult for others to notice.

Moreover, there were too many unreasonable things in Confucius' actions, which made Ying Jichang's wary heart not only not fall, but instead became deeper.

"The Master no longer stays outside. At this moment, suddenly, he descended on the Central Plains with such a big fanfare. Do you dare to say that you have no plans and just feel homesick?"

Facing Ying Jichang's questioning, Confucius was stunned for a moment. He really didn't dare to say that he had nothing to ask for, but he was just homesick.

After a change of thought, Confucius looked at Ying Jichang and said, "I entered the Central Plains because I was unable to leave my hometown, but I entered Qi for a glimmer of luck."

"I have been chasing for half my life and bringing Confucianism and Taoism to the end, but I still cannot break through to the next level."

At this moment, Confucius did not hide Ying Jichang, but told him frankly, saying, "But not long ago, the secrets of heaven changed greatly. In the dark, all the monks who came to the end received a message. As long as they got a touch of luck, they could break the shackles on their bodies and enter the next realm."

"So, when we entered the world, we chose a country to assist us. As for Zhang Weizi who went to Qin, he died in your hands."

"snort!"

He snorted coldly, Ying Jichang mocked, saying, "Are you going to the world outside to plunder the cultivation resources on our Central Plains in order to enter a higher realm?"

"Why!"

Seeing Ying Jichang not believe it, Confucius was extremely helpless, and then he said to Ying Jichang: "It is natural to know that King Beiliang has reached this level of cultivation. Is it a clear that the Central Plains is blocked?

"I once studied the Nine Cauldron barrier back then, but I could not shake the Nine Cauldron barrier back then with my personal ability. However, the Taoist ancestor Li Er had certain insights, but his cultivation was not enough to shake it."

"After the test, the Taoist ancestor Li Er stayed in the Central Plains, and I entered the outside world to find a solution, but unexpectedly, I still couldn't find it. The opportunity for the secret of heaven to show a breakthrough was in the Central Plains."

"sit!"

Moving to Confucius to sit down, Ying Jichang poured a cup of spiritual wine and waved his hand, saying, "The Taoist ancestor is still suppressing the King's West Sea Lake."

"impossible!"

Confucius was surprised, and as the look of surprise on his face disappeared, he shook his head at Ying Jichang and said, "In those days, the Taoist ancestors were unfathomable, and their cultivation was strong, far above the old man."

"Even if the Taoist ancestors later stayed on the Central Plains and their cultivation level increased slowly, their cultivation level was definitely above the old man."

"It's even more important than the King of Beiliang at this moment. I'm not underestimating the King of Beiliang. This Taoist ancestor has many secret techniques in his hands. It's difficult for him to take advantage of the King of Beiliang, but it's impossible for you to suppress Li Er if you want to suppress Li Er."

"Unless you can control the Nine Ding Enchantment..."

Upon hearing this, a black line appeared on Ying Jichang's forehead. Sure enough, his original guess was true, and he was willing to be suppressed by Li Er.

As soon as he thought of this, Ying Jichang couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.

That is the incarnation of that person.

As soon as the thoughts arose, all the complaints fell. Now Confucius is right in front of him, not when he thinks about this.

A smile appeared on the corner of Ying Jichang's mouth and said to Confucius, "Maybe I can really control the Nine Cauldron barrier, but it may not be true."

"After all, I know that in Pengcheng, not only you, but also the sword fairy Lu Dongyuan, are still here!"

"Hahaha, the young hero of the King of Northern Liang, of course it is not comparable to an old man like me!"

Confucius smiled and joked at Ying Jichang, saying, "The young man is so energetic that he is most sharp when he shows his strength. But he is old and has already passed the year of fighting for the competition."

The reason why he came to Pengcheng Xiangwang was entirely because Qin Jun came, and the King of Beiliang would inevitably follow him, otherwise, there would be no need for him to go there.

"I don't know what the Master is coming?" Ying Jichang put down the wine cup, looked at Confucius in surprise, and said, "Tomorrow will be the Grand Ceremony of the Prime Minister, why are you here today?"

As soon as these words were said, the smile on Confucius' face disappeared, and instead he was a seriousness. He looked at Ying Jichang and said, "Does Qin want to be king, or does the King of Beiliang want Qin want Qin to be king?"

This is a question that has nothing to do with what Ying Jichang asked, and it can even be said that it is incompatible with each other. Ying Jichang looked at Confucius and said no longer.

People like Confucius would not talk nonsense at all.

Asking such questions must have a deep meaning at this moment. The older a person is, the longer he lives, the more he will live, and he will often no longer be curious about other people's private affairs and secrets.

This is true for everyone.

What's more, a person like Confucius who has great wisdom and great knowledge.

After thinking for a while, Ying Jichang still didn't think it clearly, so he had to look at Confucius and said, "What does Master mean? In short, this is a private matter of my Ying family, right?"

Drink the spiritual wine in the wine cup in one sip, then poured another cup for himself, Confucius said, "Does King Beiliang know that those long-standing legends really exist on the Central Plains?"

"Just like the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, like the Immortals and Buddhas in the sky..."

"Um!"

Nodded slightly, Ying Jichang looked at Confucius and said, "Of course, it exists, so what if it exists, so what if it does not exist. With your and my strength, we are just ants."

"So what if you are the only one? So what if you are the king of the world? This world has to be determined by strength from beginning to end."

When he saw Confucius, Ying Jichang seemed to know something, and said, "Otherwise, why did the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors disappear? Even the legend is constantly depressing. What was buried on the Central Plains? Who knows these?"
Chapter completed!