"If I had known you were so unreliable, I shouldn't have let you do this in the first place!" Confucius sighed, his eyes full of annoyance, like a frosted eggplant, and he stood in the yard with his mind hanging down.

.

Confucianism is so philistine, what do you think of the world?

Confucianism has not yet flourished!

Scholars have an indescribable arrogance to begin with. Only by being arrogant can we cultivate great righteousness. But now that Yu Qi has acted like this, the Confucian ethos has become distorted.

"Philippine?" Yu Qi raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Kong Qiu with a strange expression. He slowly came to the door and opened the doors of the three rooms.

In an instant, golden light shone, and yellow and white light illuminated Confucius's eyes.

"this……"

"This..." Confucius looked at the mountains of yellow and white in the three rooms. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He quickly stepped forward and lay on the door frame.

"There are enough 20 million taels of gold and silver in this place, plus 108 heaven and earth spiritual objects. If converted into gold, it would cost millions of taels. This gold and silver is enough for you to cultivate tens of thousands of Confucian elites and preach

All over Jiuzhou!" Yu Qi looked at Confucius with a pair of eyes: "And they are all descendants of poor families, the true direct descendants of Confucianism. In the future, Jixia Academy will be opened, and these will be the foundation of Confucianism. Coupled with the support of the king, Confucianism will flourish.

Those one hundred and eight disciples are not among the people in the world, but among the twenty million taels of gold."

After hearing what Yu Qi said, Kong Qiu stared at the golden light in the room, and then stroked the cold touch: "You boy is indeed a good man in making money, not bad! Not bad! If you can strengthen my Confucianism and cultivate my Confucianism

What’s the point of a mere reputation for a true direct descendant?”

"To be honest, I still have some scriptures written by my own hands here. They are the best of the best. I have always carried them with me. I have done nothing for one thing and two masters. Why don't you sell them all for me!" Confucius looked at them.

Yu Qi's eyes were full of burning meaning.

To be honest, although Confucius was a Confucian saint, he was also poor!

Cultivation is a waste of money. Although he lived for more than five hundred years, he did not pay attention to these extraneous things and never saved a family fortune.

No one knows how expensive it is to start a business, but only through personal experience can one understand how difficult it is to start a business.

Although he is a saint, he cannot create things out of thin air, turn stone into gold, and cannot give other people's property to you out of thin air.

Even though there are major forces who want to help Confucius preach, is it really that simple?

Borrowing the power of major aristocratic families means taking on the favors of major aristocratic families. Will the disciples we cultivate still be Confucian disciples?

Who has the final say in the Academy?

These are things that are hard to say!

"Sir, you can speak out and condemn me, saying that I have ruined the reputation of Confucianism. I resold those scriptures and have nothing to do with Confucianism!" Yu Qi looked at Confucius with a pair of eyes: "I have no interest or interest in the major families.

Regardless, reputation in this world is just a cloud to me. What I care about is this..."

Yu Qi took out the heaven and earth spiritual things from his sleeves, like a big radish, and kept gnawing them.

After hearing what Yu Qi said, Confucius stroked the yellow and white light and couldn't help but sigh: "It is really a mountain of gold and silver. This is the first time I have seen it in my life."

The sleeves fell down, and all the gold and silver were collected cleanly and fell into the sleeves of Saint Kong.

"I can afford fame in the world, but a mere stigma is nothing compared to the actual benefits. How can I tell you to take the blame?" Kong Shengren shook his head.

"No, this is not a matter of blame or blame. It concerns Confucianism, so don't be careless!" Yu Qi looked at Confucius: "It's not like you don't know me. What's the use of that reputation to me? Who in the world can

Do you know me, Yu Qi?"

"But if Confucianism is stained, once it is used and criticized by others in the future, I'm afraid..." Yu Qi looked at Maolin in the distance with a pair of eyes: "Sir, if you feel sorry for me, you might as well give me more spiritual objects."

"There are no spiritual objects, but there are quite a few sacred manuscripts and gold pages. Do you want them?" Kong Qiu looked at Yu Qi with a grimace.

"Yes!" Yu Qi said crisply.

"These scriptures are all treasures that I carry with me day and night. You..." Confucius took out more than twenty bamboo slips from his sleeves with a look of reluctance on his face, which were thickly coated with starch: "These scriptures are different from those outside."

But it’s different. It contains the patterns of the Holy Dao, which can suppress the evil intentions of the world, and can fix the evil spirits in the realm of the Dao, making it immortal forever!"

"I know, I know! I will definitely sell it at a good price!" Yu Qi rolled his eyes.

"Sell?" Confucius blinked, and then said with a livid face: "You are really a prodigal. Once these things are spread out, you can't buy them even if you break your head. This is the compensation I give you. You will be infamy for Confucianism in the future.

, please be more patient. These scriptures can be used as family heirlooms to suppress the spirit, Confucianism and Taoism will not be destroyed, and your descendants will continue."

Yu Qi was unconvinced when he heard the words. For him, the cultivation of Tiangang Bian was the most important thing.

"In the future, you will be my junior. It was you who stole my scriptures and items privately, and you even sold your quota privately. I had no choice but to pinch my nose and admit it!" Kong Shengren looked at it with his eyes.

Yu Qi's eyes were full of helplessness.

Saints are immortal, but they are not omnipotent and cannot escape the yellow and white laws.

As long as you are in this world, even a saint will be involved in yellow and white things.

Yu Qi smiled, picked up the spiritual objects and ate them, waving her hands and walking out of Shuixie Villa: "Don't worry, I will definitely sell it for a good price. By the way, which papermaking technology is the golden rooster of Confucianism, you

You need to share it with me in the future."

Looking at Yu Qi's retreating figure, Confucius fell into silence. After a while, he said: "Don't worry, I will make it up to you in the future! Confucianism flourished because of you, how can you not enjoy the spirit brought by Confucianism! I

The spirit of Confucianism belongs to you!"

Confucius walked back to the house slowly, and soon his pen was flying, and he began to write a book to reprimand and tell the world.

The unfilial son Yu Qi stole his own scriptures and misbehaved, using his own name to defraud the world of property. As an ancestor, he apologized to the world. The wrong things done by the unfilial son will be borne by him.

Confucianism never regrets.

A large piece of paperwork places all the responsibilities on Yu Qi.

Then, Yu Qi's reputation resounded throughout the entire Nine Provinces of the human race with lightning speed. His reputation as a shameless scum was heard by countless aliens and monsters outside the Nine Provinces.

Such an unfilial son stole and sold all of his ancestors' belongings, including the scriptures handed down from ancient times. Is there anything more wasteful than this?

In Shuixie Villa, Yu Qi closed his eyes and crossed his legs. There was a flood of curses from the outside world, but it didn't matter to him at all.

You scold him and he can't hear you!

With enough spiritual objects, Yu Qi began to practice the magical method and practiced the sixth transformation: the spiritual object transformation honestly in the mountains.

If he can achieve the seventh transformation: the ancient transformation. At that time, Yu Qi can transform into a real dragon, a phoenix and other ancient beasts. Even a saint can fight with them.

Of course, whether it is an adult ancient beast or a young ancient beast, those are two different concepts.

However, even so, if the sixth transformation can be completed, practicing the seventh transformation is also a key to the improvement of Yu Qi's strength and quality.

Yu Qi practiced in the mountains, and after acquiring enough spiritual objects in his sixth transformation, he naturally became better and better.

Chao Ge

Prince Wu's Mansion

Wu Jing frowned

"When did that scoundrel become Confucius' junior? Isn't he a bloodline of my Wu family?" Wu Jing looked at the document in his hand, frowned, and suddenly slapped the desk, causing the pen and ink on the desk to fly:

"This evil beast has been causing trouble all day long. Fortunately, Kong Sheng said that he is a junior of our family. Otherwise, I am afraid that our Prince Wu's Palace will also be disgraced!"

"Come here, prepare your gifts quickly. I'm going to Sage Kong to make amends. That little beast caused such a disturbance and caused such big trouble for the Confucian family. I can't just sit back and ignore it! Otherwise, the sage will be angry and implicate my Wu family.

!" Wu Jing stood up, feeling uneasy in his heart.

Upstairs for Stars

Confucius and the emperor were playing chess

"That boy now has a bad reputation. He has become an unfilial descendant and is famous all over the world!" Confident looked at the chessboard and suddenly smiled.

"I have wronged him. To be honest, I am also responsible!" Confucius sighed.

"That kid needs spiritual things very much?" Zixin suddenly asked strangely.

But he remembered that he had already used half of Dashang's reserves, so how could that kid still lack resources?

"Eat the innate spiritual things as snacks." Confucius paused.

"That's not right. Ordinary people have to wash the marrow and cut off the hair to stretch their bodies when they have an innate spiritual object. How can they eat it as snacks!" Zixin raised his eyebrows: "Perhaps he has practiced some strange skills.

.He has such strength at such a young age, which is beyond everyone’s imagination.”

"I can't see through him," Confucius suddenly said.

"Huh?" Zixin was horrified when he heard this. He raised his head and stared at Confucius with his eyes: "Sage, don't joke!"

Saints are in harmony with the way of heaven. Is there anything in this world that saints cannot see through?

"Before, I could still detect that that boy needed to practice the Yin and Yang Source, but since he smelted the Yin and Yang Source, I can no longer see through it." Kong Qiu sighed: "I don't know what kind of skills that boy has practiced.

, it actually needs to smelt the innate yin and yang energy."

"The quality of the innate yin and yang power is extremely high. It makes sense that he needs so many innate spiritual objects!" Zi Xin dropped a chess piece, thinking thoughtfully in his heart, and a wave of thoughts arose.

not far away

Zhou Si lowered her eyebrows, her whole body seemed to merge with the void, and there was a vague sense of unity between heaven and man.

"By the way, I heard someone said that your husband has mastered a strange papermaking technique. Now that white paper is spread throughout the great merchants?" Zi Xin looked at the snow-white rice paper in front of the desk.

"This is the root of Confucianism's maintenance of bloodline. In the future, Confucianism's growth will depend entirely on this thing!" Confucius looked at Zixin.

"That's a pity. If this technique can become popular all over the world, I, the king, can abandon bamboo slips and animal skins and establish the Confucian path. The merits will be immeasurable!" Zi Xin sighed.
Chapter completed!