The scholar was just anxious when he saw the danger, he didn't expect that men and women would not be kissed, he was slapped hard by the Xuannu, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly withdrew his arm, and touched the left cheek of the five fingerprints and took a few steps back, inexplicably: but it was his kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs!

The Xuannu was embarrassed and angry, her mind was confused, she couldn't restrain her head from the clouds, and the broken kite fell straight down.

The scholar was shocked, and he panicked to save the Xuannu, but he was afraid that he would be regarded as a disciple, and he was not pulling or pulling, so he only gently supported the Xuannu.

The Xuannu was already starry-eyed, and only a trace of breath remained.

"Girl: How are you?" The scholar Yin Yin said with concern, "I saw that the girl was seriously injured, so I wanted to save the girl, please forgive me for being abrupt for a while." I don't know where the girl's house is, but if I can tell her, I'll send the girl back here. ”

Xuannu heard it, Linglong's nose moved slightly, and her apricot eyes blinked a few times, and then closed again, she was really seriously injured, and at this time, she was angry and pulled the internal injury.

"Girl, if you don't speak, you don't know what to do. If the girl doesn't dislike it, take the girl to the tutor first, and his old man will definitely be able to heal the girl's injury. The scholar said anxiously.

The Xuannu was still silent, as if she was asleep, and the corners of her lips were overflowing with red bloodshots, which was pitiful.

The scholar felt pity in his heart, and couldn't help but grab his cuffs and gently wipe them off for her.

Xuannu was seriously injured and couldn't move, and was gently wiped back and forth by the cuffs at the corners of her lips, as if there were bursts of warm current slowly flowing all over her body, and as if there was a slender feather gently scratched on her heart, itchy, crispy, making people more and more weak.

She opened her hazy apricot eyes leisurely, and looked at the scholar in front of her with her eyelashes.

I saw that he was wearing a purple and brown robe, wearing an iron and green scarf, his eyebrows were like knives, his eyes were like stars, and his body exuded a steady and mature atmosphere.

The Xuannu blinked her apricot eyes, and a few crystal tears fell.

This is the feeling of being intimate with the skin for the first time by a strange man, and he can't resist: both aggrieved and helpless and angry.

How did the scholar know?

He retracted his hand in a panic, sniffing the orchid fragrance emanating from Xuannu's body, and his heart suddenly became uneasy.

The unicorn is a famous beast in the Three Realms, and the one who uses it as a mount is either a moral saint or a person who is loyal and courageous, since there is a unicorn crouching next to this scholar, then he must also be a good person.

Xuannu pondered, closed her apricot eyes slightly, and a teardrop overflowed from between her eyelashes and hung under her right cheek, crystal clear and radiant.

The scholar saw that Xuannu's face was getting more and more pale, and his whole body trembled, knowing that the injury was serious and he couldn't wait any longer, so he immediately made a decision, stretched out his finger on Xuannu's left shoulder socket, suppressed the onset of injury, and regardless of her reluctance, he suddenly hugged it horizontally in his arms and jumped onto the golden-headed blue unicorn.

Xuannu struggled three or five times with a shy face, but she was already weak and weak, and it was difficult to break free from those powerful arms, so she had to snuggle up in the scholar's arms in a groggy state, motionless.

The golden-headed blue unicorn spread out on all four legs, and the auspicious clouds rolled, heading straight to Qilu Qufu Dacheng Mansion.

Who is this scholar?

He was a disciple of the Oriental sage Confucius Zhongni, but he was not among the seventy-two sages, but he was just a boy who swept the courtyard under the sage's door.

Fengxue Pavilion was originally an orphan, born on the weekend, and was picked up by his teacher in the pavilion on a snowy day, so it was named: Fengxue Pavilion. He has cultivated Taoism since he was a child, and he walked in the realm of mountains and seas when he was young, eliminating demons and defending the Dao. But after more than ten years, Fengxue Pavilion understood a truth: the outer demons are easy to remove, but the inner demons are difficult to determine. Therefore, he traveled all over Kyushu to find the way to truly cut off the inner demons.

In Qufu, Lu Province, he met a saint, and accidentally listened to the teachings of the saint, Fengxue Pavilion suddenly realized that Confucianism and Taoism were the real "Dahua Dao" to eliminate demons and save the world, so he gave up the original way of cultivating immortals, and since then he has been under the saint's door, and volunteered to be a servant boy, sweeping the courtyard and learning Confucianism.

Time flies, like a horse piercing through a gap, and in a blink of an eye, the Wind and Snow Pavilion has been sprinkling water and sweeping dust under the saint's gate for nearly eight hundred years.

On that day, after the sage returned to Dacheng Mansion from Zixiao Palace after listening to the edict of Hongjun Ancestor, he immediately gathered all his disciples to gather in Kuiwen Pavilion, and explained in detail the collapse of the Wei Mountain, the escape of evil spirits, and the impending catastrophe of the mountain and sea realm, the netherworld and the human world, and instructed all the disciples to study Confucianism in order to be ready to enter the world at any time, educate and help the people of the human realm, and return to the way of the ancestors and sages.

Suddenly, more than a year has passed.

The human world is already in turmoil, the people's hearts are floating, evil rumors are everywhere, turbulent like a flood of beasts, and Confucianism and Taoism have gradually fallen into a state of uprooting.

The saint was worried in the Dacheng Mansion, and he was restless in his sleep, although he had the heart to enter the world and preach, but the holy oracle of the ancestor of Zixiao Palace came first, so he had no choice but to give up, and he did not dare to go down to the realm easily.

On this day, the saint was wandering alone in the back garden, and suddenly saw the ancestor of Zixiao Palace coming, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute. The ancestor recounted the purpose of this trip, and then hurried away.

When the sage received the ancestor's message, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly summoned all the disciples to gather in Kuiwen Pavilion to discuss: Who is willing to go to the red dust to run around, revitalize Confucianism and Taoism, and assist Zixiao Palace to complete this tribulation.

However, those disciples had experienced hardships and hardships in the red dust, and they had already known that the people were stupid and uneducated, so they all came to excuse themselves, some said that they were recompiling the "Analects", some said that they were revising the "Spring and Autumn Period", some said that they were studying the "Book of Changes"; some said that they were sparse and shallow and could not bear the heavy responsibility; and some said that the preaching of eliminating demons must be both civil and military, and one could not do it if the literature was weak...... After discussing for a long time, pushing and shoving, no one was willing to go to the red dust.

The sage looked around at the disciples, felt a chill, and sighed secretly: "The rivers are going down, and the scholars have become nerds in the scripture pavilion, and they don't eat the fireworks of the world; It is no wonder that the people in the human world have abandoned Confucianism and Taoism as if they were shoehorny, and I have really reached the point of exhaustion of Confucianism and Taoism.

He couldn't help but feel very sad, waved his hand, and ordered the disciples to retreat.

One by one, the disciples seemed to have escaped a catastrophe, and strode out of the Kuiwen Pavilion happily.

The sage was gloomy: I have seventy-two sages, and none of them are willing to go to the red dust to revive Confucianism, Taoism, and righteousness, not to mention the end of Confucianism in later generations. But the ancestor of Zixiao Palace has already sent a message, the three religions work together to support the justice of the human world, and guide the people to return to the world, if there is no one in the lower realm, wouldn't Confucianism and Taoism decline day by day, and finally die? Where will the common people in this world take refuge?

After thinking about it, the sage was unwilling, so he searched room by room, and talked with the disciples bitterly and exhorted. However, after more than a month, the disciples still pushed back, and none of them agreed.

The saint was so sad that he was restless in his sleep.

Early in the morning, he went out for a walk alone again, and unconsciously walked near the apricot altar.

The scenery of Dacheng Mansion is still / majestic / E/Zhuang / strict, the old apricot tree is still lush and lush, and the scenery of the opening of the teaching and teaching is still vivid, but the material environment is so that the people's hearts are no longer true.

The sage couldn't help but look up to the sky and sighed: "I have three thousand disciples, seventy-two sages, and none of them are willing to share my worries, I think I am the only ......."

Before he could sigh, a voice suddenly came from behind the saint: "Teacher: I don't know what sorrows the teacher has? If you can use the students, as long as you give an order, the students are willing to share it." ”

When the sage heard this, he was overjoyed: Finally, a disciple stepped forward.

He turned sharply and searched around.

But seeing that the apricot altar was empty, except for a huge shade and a few sparrows chirping over the old apricot tree, only the boy in a purple and brown robe was walking with a big broom.

The saint's face was full of doubts, and he asked in a loud voice, "Who was talking just now, come out to see me quickly." ”

"Teacher: It's a student. The boy had already leaned his broom against the apricot altar and stood respectfully before the saint.

"You, how could it be you?" the saint couldn't believe his eyes, and his voice raised an octave, "Who are you?"

"Teacher: Student Wind Snow Pavilion. "This sprinkler boy is the Wind Snow Pavilion.

He said respectfully, "The student studied immortal Taoism in Shushan in his early years, and later followed the teacher to learn Confucianism and Taoism, and has been until now. ”

"Oh...... It turned out to be you......" The saint pondered for a long time, as if awakened.

In fact, the saint pretended to understand in a daze, but he still didn't know who the Fengxue Pavilion was. He replied, "How many years have you come to me to study Confucianism and Taoism?"

Feng Xue Pavilion touched his head and replied timidly: "Teacher Qiyu: The students have been here since the second summer of Xingtan's lecture, and it has been about seven hundred and eighty-five years now. ”

"Oh......" the saint was indifferent, "then you get up early and rest every night to do this sprinkling, have you ever complained in your heart?"

"The disciple is intellectually dull, and he is satisfied to be able to sprinkle water and sweep the floor here, and he has never complained. Fengxue Pavilion said sincerely.

"Well, that's fine. The saint bowed slightly, and continued to ask, "What have you learned in my Dacheng Mansion over the past seven hundred years?"

"This ...... This ......" Fengxue Pavilion blushed, kept scratching his ears and scratching his head: "The students only know a little about the "University" and the "Book of Filial Piety", and they also occasionally heard it when they sat under the apricot tree after sprinkling and sweeping the courtyard. ”

"Oh... Yes, these two books alone can be used as a witness. Let's talk about the "Tao" of "University". The saint's eyes were filled with joy.

Feng Xue Pavilion wanted to speak, but suddenly it seemed to hold his breath, and his face swelled like a purple eggplant, which was really extremely nervous in front of the saint.

After stabilizing his emotions, Feng Xueting took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to say: "The way of the university lies in Mingde, Xinmin, and perfection, this is the general outline. The general outline is divided into eight categories: Gewu, Enlightenment, Sincerity, Righteousness, Self-cultivation, Family, Governing the Country, and Leveling the World, which are the steps of practice. And 'loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, and faithfulness' are the seven fundamentals of the realm of self-cultivation. If the seven fundamentals are sufficient, you can achieve the 'Tao' of personal perfection, so that you can proclaim the world. ”

When the sage heard this, he bowed his head slightly, and then asked amiably, "Then where is the essence of the Book of Filial Piety?"