Zilu comes and goes quickly. It depends entirely on your heart, without any restraint.

Lin Luo also envies such a free and easy person who moves with his heart.

Zilu is as free as a little bird, even more free than the birds spreading their wings in the sky every day. Come alone and walk alone.

But envying does not mean that Lin Luo wants to become him. He still has a sect that needs to shoulder. Being the leading leader of the Warring States Period and cultivating amazing disciples is also Lin Luo's long-cherished wish.

Perhaps when he first came here, he was still thinking about how to make a living and how to survive in this troubled world where killing people is not illegal. But now, he is more concerned about the prosperity and development of the sect. Gradually, he began to fully integrate into the role of the leader, and his words and deeds have the temperament of a school.

Zilu retreated, and Lin Luo remembered what he said when he left. Is Fu Nian? Another future big shot.

There are countless heroes of Confucianism, including Confucius Sheng, Meng Sheng and Xun Qing, who served as the head of Confucianism one after another. Yan Hui also served as the head of the sect for a period of time, and then went back to the Qin Dynasty's rule of six kingdoms and the whole world was united. Fu Nian was the head of Confucianism at that time. At that time, Fu Nian was already the head of a sect in the middle of the year, and Fu Nian in front of Lin Luo is still a young man called Xiao Nian.

"Xiao Nian, your master is Yan Jun, the eldest disciple of Confucius, right?"

Yan Hui is his name. At this age, he has already reached the level of the king. The old friend respectfully calls him Yan Jun.

Fu Nian nodded. Although he was influenced by the righteous spirit, he could still find that his childish spirit was not lost after careful observation.

"I wonder if Xiao Nian can recommend it on my behalf?" Lin Luo thought for a moment and expressed his thoughts. Yan Hui, who was recorded, loved the most by Confucius, and praised him repeatedly: "How virtuous is Hui! He is a bowl of food and a bowl of drinks. In the humble alley, people cannot bear the worries and will not change their happiness." "If you use it, do it, and if you give it up, you will hide it. Only I and you have the same husband!" "You are interested in learning, don't take off your anger, and don't make mistakes again."

Fu Nian nodded and smiled and said, "President Lin, I came here to invite you here. Just now, Uncle Lu accidentally heard the news and then came up one step faster than me. I am very sorry for this."

Lin Luo waved his hand with a smile on his face, but he was suspicious in his heart that his arrival actually alarmed Yan Hui, a great disciple of Confucius, who is now the head of the sect to supervise the Saint Sage.

"Since that's the case, I'm sorry, Xiao Nian leads the way."

"President Lin is polite. I am just a disciple of the third generation. Master Lin is a disciple of his family. No matter how I calculate, I can only be a junior." Fu Nian checked his words and expressions and even the master valued people. Even Uncle Zilu was curious to come and ask him to not take it seriously. Moreover, Uncle Zilu, who has outstanding swordsmanship, is defeated, and this Master Lin is not a false reputation no matter what.

"Xiao Nian will definitely become the pillar of Confucianism in the future." Lin Luo said.

Yin Hong appeared on Fu Nian's cheeks, and she was out of control and a little embarrassed by Lin Luo's words. Facing Lin Luo's determined gaze, I don't know what she was feeling at this time.

With a deep thought in front of him, Lin Luoxian and his wife walked towards Liuyun Waterfall.

On the Liuyun Waterfall, there is only one place to treat people except the top of the waterfall, that is, the Shuxiang Pavilion, the forbidden area of ​​the Saint Sage Village. In the eyes of Confucians, the Shuxiang Pavilion is even more precious than the Saint Sage Tower. As for what is in the Shuxiang Pavilion, no one has ever known it. Perhaps you can guess the various Confucian secrets by listening to the name.

"Jun Yan welcomes me and my wife at Shuxiang Pavilion?" Lin Luo hesitated. A place like Shuxiang Pavilion has the same status as the Lingyun School's library. It is the foundation of the sect's inheritance and is handed over to trustees for their care.

If it were Lin Luo, he would never have invited a stranger he had never met to meet in the library. He put his heart in his favor and pushed others by himself. He did not believe that Yan Hui would choose to meet guests in the library.

Just as Lin Luo was thinking, a person walked out of the book-scented pavilion hanging on the top of the mountain. Looking up, he looked gracefully, with his long gown and long hair fluttering in the wind. Looking at him, he was very different from others. The most attractive thing was that long silver-white hair, which drifted in the wind, combined with his tough face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the long gown was blown by the strong wind. The crystal white silk flickered like glowing under the sunlight.

Such an image is very different from the elegant scholar Lin Luo had imagined before, and Yan Jun looked like a demon king, a demon king.

Fu Nian whispered to Lin Luo: "My master has a bad congenital body, he cannot eat well in his early years, and his body is extremely poor. He is poor and studious, and he loses too much energy. He will aging prematurely at the age of 29 and his hair will be gray." Fu Nian said this, and his throat was a little choked. His master was not in his early years. If he had not met Master Kong and had learned the nourishment of Haoran's righteousness, otherwise such a constitution would have died early in his life if he had not lived in his thirties.

After Fu Nian said that, Lin Luo's mind flashed through what happened in later generations: Yan Hui's hair was gray at the age of 29, and his soul returned at the age of 31, and he died. Confucius cried so much.

Now that Confucius has broken the void and climbed to the immortal platform, Yan Jun is as bright as snow, but he is still alive.

Unlike historical records, Yan Jun is still alive!

Others don’t know the meaning of Yan Hui’s still alive, but Lin Luo knows that Yan Hui’s story is different from what has been passed down in later generations.

So will the pace of the Warring States history still follow what is recorded in later classics? Lin Luo was confused. Ximen Bao’s incident confirmed the inertia of history. Yan Hui stood here to prove that history is no longer the original history, and that the fate of people has escaped the shackles of the wheel of inertia and rejuvenated.

Yan Hui just looked at Lin Luo, with a smile on his lips. It was so gentle under the sun, and his whole body exuded a natural and friendly feeling, like a spring breeze.

While shocked, Lin Luo's illusory temperament was also changing, and he turned into a bookish temperament like the white-haired Yan Jun. At first glance, he looked full of poetry and books and was full of elegance.

Fu Nian was right next to Lin Luo, and he was most clear about this change, and his eyes were unbelievable. Just now, Master Lin integrated into nature and exuded a faint aura of Taoist inaction and governance, but in an instant, the breath was integrated with the Bookshen Pavilion, as if a Confucian scholar bathed in classics all year round.

"Jun Yan, I have long admired you!"

Lin Luo didn't talk much, only four words, and the sincerity revealed in his eyes was convincing, and a word was worth a thousand gold.

Yan Hui suddenly disappeared from the spot, falling down in emptiness, and there seemed to be a ladder between heaven and earth, leading Yan Hui to descend step by step from heaven.

"Everyone knows Yan Jun, but he doesn't know that Yan has already burst into snow. Everyone knows Yan Jun, but he doesn't know that Yan has entered the cycle of reincarnation in half a step." With Yan Hui's thrilling words, they slowly fell from the sky to Lin Luo.

The feeling in front of you is different from that in the distance.
Chapter completed!