"No!" Yu Qi quickly stopped when he heard the words, his eyes full of solemnity: "It can't be like this! It must not be like this! The saint's Tao has been formed, and the Tao has been nurtured for a long time. If it is reduced, the Holy Tao will be damaged and it will no longer be perfect.

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"But the golden age of Confucianism has passed! The fate is like this, there is nothing we can do!" Confucius' eyes showed sadness.

What can he do?

This is the holy way that he personally deduced and nurtured. This is his life, the meaning of his life, but what can he do?

If the holy way is not reduced, it cannot be condensed and formed, and the holy way cannot be consistent with heaven and earth.

"What you are missing, sir, is just an idea, which can lead to great righteousness from somewhere. Today, I will help you! Maybe, we may not have no chance!" Yu Qi looked at Kong Qiu with a pair of bright eyes.

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"Do you have any idea?" Kong Qiu was no longer calm as before. He stepped forward and grabbed Yu Qi's arm.

Yu Qi smiled softly and broke away from Confucius' big hand: "Maybe there is a plan."

"Haoran's righteousness is boundless and overbearing. He overthrows the rules and is the only one in the world. The time of heaven has passed. Why not forcefully rise against the trend to show true domineering! After I bloom, a hundred flowers will kill. This is true domineering! The time of heaven has passed. Then, then

So he forced himself to become a righteous man through domination!" Yu Qi's eyes revealed a flash of light, he picked up the langhao pen on one side, spread out the plain white rice paper, and then moved the pen like flying, and splashed ink down in an instant:

"I am sitting in the east courtyard, sitting in an earthen chamber. The chamber is eight feet wide and four feet deep. The single door is low and small, the white space is short and narrow, dirty and dark. On this winter day, all kinds of energy are coming together: the rain is falling for four times,

When there are several floating beds, it is water vapor; when it is covered with mud for half a day, it steams and soaks through the water, it is rustic; when it is sunny and hot, and the wind passages are blocked, it is the sun's weather; when the eaves are shaded, it promotes the scorching heat.

At this time, it is the Qi of fire; at this time, it is the Qi of rice; at this time, it is the Qi of rice; at this time, it is the Qi of people; if it is mixed with rot, rotting corpses, or rotting rats, it is the Qi of people.

, then it is filthy. There are several qi stacked up, and those who are affected are rarely serious. They are weak and slumped in the meantime. It has been two years now. Fortunately, I am fine. It is because I have nourishment. However, I also know what I have nourished.

Zai? The Master said: "I am good at cultivating my awe-inspiring Qi." There are seven Qi's in that Qi, but I have one Qi. If one is against seven, why should I suffer! The awe-inspiring Qi is the righteous Qi of heaven and earth. I compose a song of righteous Qi."

"Good! Good! Good!" When Confucius saw this article, he couldn't help but get excited and clapped his hands and praised: "It's a good article and a good way of teaching, but it has completely cleared up all the energy of the world, clearly and clearly."

Yu Qi smiled when he heard this: "After all, all kinds of qi are just the qi of the human world! The qi of the human world is the awe-inspiring righteousness!"

"I'm even more curious now, and I'm looking forward to your righteous song!" Kong Qiu looked at Yu Qi with burning eyes, as if he could melt him.

Yu Qi smiled when he heard the words and continued to write: The heaven and earth have righteousness and are mixed with manifolds. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars.

As soon as this sentence came out, Confucius couldn't help but feel his body tremble, as if he was struck by lightning. He felt that the righteous energy in his body was gushing out, as if it was about to rush out of his body at any time.

In the dark, a little inspiration fell, and Kong Qiu felt the energy and energy in his body vibrating, the blood in his body boiling, and the furnace of his own avenue vibrating. In an instant, it was filled with a force from somewhere, and it might explode at any time.

At this moment, Haoran's righteousness was boiling in his body, the furnace embryo was vibrating, and wisps of Haoran's righteousness were like steam falling into a pressure cooker, constantly swaying in the pressure cooker.

"It's not enough! It's not enough! You can't break through the obstacles in the world!" Kongqiu was running his Tao Kung Fu at this time, forcibly suppressing all kinds of energy in his body. The energy and spirit in his eyes condensed into essence, like two small light bulbs.

Normally, an empty room becomes white.

Lowering his head and continuing to look, he saw that Yu Qi's pen was flying, and at this time, beautiful articles kept falling on the paper:

People call it Haoran, and it is so rich that it can block the sky. The imperial road should be clear to the barbarians, and it should be in harmony with the Ming Dynasty.

When the time comes, we can see each and every painting. In Qi Taishi's bamboo slips, in Jin Dynasty Dong Hu's pen.

In the Qin Dynasty Zhang Liangzhui, in the Suwu Festival of the Han Dynasty, he was the head of General Yan, and he was bloody for Ji Shi.

It's Zhang Suiyang's teeth, it's Yan Changshan's tongue. Or it's Liaodong's hat, it's Qing Cao Li Bingxue.

Or it may be to show off one's teacher, and the ghosts and gods will weep heroically. Or it may be to cross the river and swallow Hu Jie generously.

Confucius looked at the words and was stunned: Who is Zhang Liang? Who is Su Wu? What is the list of apprentices?

However, although he did not know who these people were, he could vaguely sense the heroic will in the article.

As the article was completed, it turned into endless nutrients and was poured into the furnace. At this time, the qi in Kongqiu's body could not be blocked and escaped directly from his pores, turning into words and articles one after another.

Deducing the mystery of various articles.

The words of ancient sages and countless truths from ancient to modern times evolved in a small room.

"Suppress! Suppress it!" Kongqiu's face turned red, his energy and blood surged out, and he kept suppressing his own Qi, suppressing his own awe-inspiring avenue, and suppressing the general trend that was about to burst out.

The general trend of Confucianism has passed, and there are not many opportunities left for you. You only have one chance! Only one chance!

Not enough pressure! Not enough!

Continuing to read, Yu Qi’s wonderful pen was like flowers, and the words on the rice paper seemed to come to life. Flowers made of the awe-inspiring righteousness actually appeared on the paper.

As he continued to read, Kong Sheng felt his scalp numb, and the energy in the furnace became more and more powerful, suppressing it to the extreme:

Or it may be caused by hitting the thief's wat, and the reverse erect head will be broken. This is the majestic energy, and the fierceness will last forever.

When it penetrates the sun and moon, life and death will be settled. The earth will depend on it, and the sky pillar will depend on it.

The Three Cardinal Principles are indeed the basis of life, and morality is the root. Unfortunately for Tuanyang Jiu, the rules are really weak.

Especially after seeing this passage, Kong Sheng Yuan Shen had already begun to transform at this time, and a ray of holy power condensed out. Chaoge City was thousands of miles away, and in an instant, spring was warm, flowers were blooming, and new buds were sprouting on the mountains.

Birds lined up and sang in the morning, flying in the mountains. Tigers and wolves were now restrained in their ferocity, just like domestic dogs.

In the dark, the sound of chanting, Confucian scriptures resounded throughout the heaven and earth, and spread throughout the Great Shang Dynasty.

In the deer platform, the two ancestors who were reviewing the files suddenly raised their heads. Listening to the Confucian articles sung by the mysterious voice of heaven, they both couldn't help but start in shock.

"This is... Tianyin? The holy way spreads all over the world?"

"Is Confucius finally going to take that step?" Qi's eyes were filled with a divine light.

"I don't know if he can really take that step. It's a pity... Confucius' Taoism is too overbearing. The heyday of Confucianism has passed. It is as difficult as reaching heaven to become a Taoist!" Chun put down the document in his hand: "Now Confucius Taoist friend

If I want to force my way to enlightenment, I'm afraid... I'm afraid... it won't go well! If fellow Taoist Confucius encounters an accident, I'm afraid that I, the great merchant, will also suffer heavy losses and will no longer be able to suppress the eight hundred princes."

"Just wait and see what happens, always pay attention to Chaoge's energy, and don't let anyone disturb him. It's natural for Confucius to choose to become enlightened now and make a last-ditch effort. Now that the Great Shang Zhenlong is in decline, if he doesn't make a last-ditch effort

The longer you try, the less likely you are to become enlightened!" A look of emotion appeared in Qi's eyes: "Unfortunately, it was too late for him to attain enlightenment! He missed an era!"

"Confucius has seen his way, but you and I are still wandering outside and unable to get in. Isn't it even worse than Confucius?" Chun sighed, walked to the railing, and listened to the voice that was reciting more and more clearly.

, a divine light flowed through his eyes.

Upstairs for Stars

Zi Xin was drinking, while Zhou Si was holding a wine flask. Suddenly her movements froze, and she said with a stunned look on her face: "I wonder who is studying? The sound was transmitted into the Zhaixing Tower, disturbing His Majesty's purity."

"The Star-Zhaing Tower is a hundred feet high, how can there be the sound of reading?" Zixin shook his head, and the next moment he could only hear:

"Bangdang..."

A sound.

The wine glass in Zixin's hand fell to the ground, he stood up suddenly, came to the railing, and looked towards the east of the city with his eyes.

The warm breeze blows against the face, and the spring flowers bloom. It is still the coldest month of winter, but the vegetation in Chaoge City sprouts all its buds in one day.

Even the ice and snow in the sky turned into drizzle.

"Your Majesty... this..." Zhou Si also saw the lush green Chaoge, her eyes filled with disbelief: "Who is doing this? He is so capable of returning Chaoge City to the beauty of spring in one day?"

"Confucius is about to become enlightened! He is attacking the holy way!" Zixin suddenly exerted his strength and walked quickly downstairs to reach the stars: "Prepare your horses, I am going to the small building in the east of the city."

Youli

Xibohou looked at the white paper in his hand with a calm expression, and moved his pen as fast as he could, constantly calculating the changes in the Eight Diagrams between heaven and earth, hoping to enlighten his own path.

Suddenly, a sound of chanting resounded in the courtyard of Youli.

"Who is reading outside the door? It's very charming!" Xibohou was disturbed by the sound of reading, stopped what he was doing, and shouted to the guards outside the door.

"Replying to the master, no one is studying. Everything in our area is controlled by the imperial army. How can anyone come here to study?" the servant outside the door said.

"Huh?" Xibohou was stunned when he heard this, and slowly walked out of the house. The next moment, he couldn't help being stunned. The lush forest in front of the door sprouted buds, and the green vegetation took root again from the soil.

"This...impossible!" Xibohou looked horrified and his voice was distorted: "Someone is going to become a saint!"

"Ah?" The guard was stunned and said in disbelief: "Who became a saint? Why was there no warning?"

"It's not the old guy from Lutaizhong. Listening to the sound of reading, there is only one person in the world who can learn Taoism through reading!" Xibohou tightened his grip on the copper coins in his hand.

Holy way!

The lifelong goal of all monks!

"If Confucius were to become a saint, wouldn't the great merchants have to come back to life again? By then, who among the eight hundred princes would be able to defeat me? Wouldn't it be that my thousand-year plan of Xiqi had all come to nothing?" Xibohou raised his head, his eyes so gloomy that he seemed to be able to drop tears.

Izuku: "It's not good! It's not good! It's not good!"
Chapter completed!