In the early morning, the rising sun rose again.

Within the Confucian Little Confucian Sage Village, Yan Lu, as a core disciple of Confucianism, held up a scroll of bamboo slips and carefully read the articles of Confucian predecessors recorded above.

Through reading, we can ponder the thoughts and content contained in these articles.

"The Master said: 'Isn't it a saying to learn and practice it from time to time? Is it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar? Is it a gentleman if people don't know and don't be angry?'."

"Zengzi said, 'I examine myself three times a day: Are you unfaithful when you plan for others? Are you unfaithful when you make friends but don't believe in them? Are you unfaithful when you pass on them?'."

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"Aren't people not angry without knowing it? Isn't they a gentleman?"

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The sound of reading aloud echoes in the spacious and bright hall.

Yan Lu, who is already a young man, is also among the crowd, kneeling in his own position, reciting and reading carefully, reviewing the past and learning the new.

Wait until the morning class is completed.

He then stood up with his own bamboo slip book, turned around and left the place.

"Senior Brother Yan Lu, Senior Brother Yan Lu...!"

Suddenly, waves of familiar shouts sounded behind me.

When Yan Lu heard this, he stopped and looked back and saw a little fat man quickly coming to him with a smile on his face.

He offered to speak out for him.

"Senior Brother Yan Lu, do you want to go to the beach with us?"

"No!" Yan Lu held the bamboo slips and smiled gently, and responded seriously: "Senior brother still has some homework to review, so I won't go out with you."

"Oh, that's it...!" The little fat man pouted, but he didn't think about letting Yan Lu put down his homework and going out for fun with them. He said with regret: "Then we can only have the next time."

"Senior Brother Yan Lu, goodbye!"

"Okay!" Yan Lu nodded lightly.

Although he doesn't look very young and looks extremely young, his always steady demeanor is difficult for others to treat him as a young boy.

He looked more like a master with great knowledge.

Looking at the fat man far away.

Yan Lu's eyes were still calm and calm, making others unable to see the true thoughts in his heart.

As his eyes swept across a corridor.

He keenly captured the existence of another young figure.

The young man, whose name is Zhang Liang, was younger than himself. He was born in the devastated South Korea. He was the grandson who was once the favorite and admired by the Korean prime minister.

Although the other party is still young.

But his scheming shocked him, far too many of his peers.

"I don't know what kind of future will your coming to Confucianism bring to Confucianism?" Yan Lu whispered secretly, with a calm expression: "You don't have the same indifferent state of mind as me."

"The demise of South Korea will definitely have a significant emotional impact on you."

"It may be possible that Confucianism can be included in the calculation and become one of your tools to revenge Qin. If you really do this in the future, I, a senior brother, should pay attention."

I observed quietly for a while.

Yan Lu turned around and left alone, and Zhang Liang below seemed to feel something and looked at Yan Lu's direction.

It was just his expression, very silent and calm.

"Brother Han, no matter what, Liang will help you get revenge."

"Full your unfulfilled wishes."

Until this time, Zhang Liang still didn't know the news that Han Fei was still secretly alive.

He believed that Han Fei was dead and was persecuted by Qin. Therefore, he completely broke away from the Quicksand organization and joined Confucianism, hoping to use Confucianism to destroy Qin.

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When Yan Lu walks alone to a certain unmanned area.

A black and red light suddenly flew out from the grass and trees near the road. The speed scared him and subconsciously dodged.

"What is this?"

"A small sword?!"

Yan Lu was surprised when he saw him stopping by himself and floating in the air.

"Come with me, your mother wants to see you."

Suddenly, waves of cold girl voices rang out of thin air in front of her ears. However, although the sound was extremely pleasant, it sounded full of evil spirits.

It is hundreds of times more ferocious than the legendary ferocious beasts.

"A small sword can even speak in a voice transmission manner?!" Yan Lu was extremely surprised when he heard this, but after hearing his words, he did not rush to take action.

Instead, go back to your own place.

He arranged the bamboo slips and books in his hand neatly, then changed his clothes again, took off the clothes of Confucian disciples, belts and hair crowns and other things.

Make some small preparations.

Then he walked out of the Xiaoshengxian Village and climbed over the wall to leave.

As for the toothpick sword, it hid itself at the cuffs of his clothes, and walked down the steps through the hidden voice transmission of the internal sword spirit.

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Inside the secret stronghold.

Si Yuan made tea with his own hands and leisurely drank good tea from other places.

He glanced at Wei Xianxian opposite the table and suddenly said, "He is here and is entering the door."

"Peace is here!" Wei Xianxian immediately stood up excitedly. She didn't bother to greet her master, so she hurried out to the door.

I just arrived in the courtyard.

I saw a strange young man with a small beard, leading the sword of the Prison Devouring Sword, entering the interior of the yard without any obstacles.

Although her appearance and figure have changed a lot when she was a child.

But the quiet and indifferent temperament on his body became more and more obvious, and some traces of childhood could be vaguely seen between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Ping An, my son, it's really you..."

Seeing this, Wei Xianxian couldn't help but shouted tremblingly.

She opened her arms and threw herself to Yan Lu's side, holding his body in her arms. But her son has grown up, and she can't pick him up like she did when she was a child.

"Child, my mother misses you so much. She dreams of you every night..."

At this moment, Wei Xianxian cried and laughed, with a very complicated and excited expression.

"Mom, the child is very good, I am worried." Yan Lu remembered Wei Xianxian, who had visited his mother when he was a child.

Even after so many years, he still hasn't forgotten it.

After deeply studying Confucian etiquette, even when facing his biological mother, Yan Lu still showed politeness, elegance and easy-goingness.

"If a man or a woman is not sympathetic, I hope my mother will pay attention..."

"Hmph, it's extremely pedantic!" Suddenly, Si Yuan's voice came from inside the room, and he scolded without mercy: "She is your biological mother, not another woman."

"So what can I do if I'm close to you?"

"It seems that it is not necessarily all good things to keep you in Confucianism over the years."

Yan Lu, who was still young, heard the scolding.

My heart suddenly shook.

When he looked down at his mother Wei Xianxian, he noticed that his mother was a little disappointed and uncomfortable. Although his expression flashed, he was still noticed.
Chapter completed!