At noon, the Confucian Little Sage Village, has long been a city, the rivers and lakes heroes, the literati are the earliest, outside the Little Sage Village, there are naturally disciples to lead such as the inner hall, but not as the main hall, but to go to the side hall, into the main hall and Xun Fuzi with the same table, these people, obviously not enough qualifications.

Between the exchanges, everyone doesn't care, although everyone who can get the invitation of Confucianism is not said to be famous in the rivers and lakes, but they must be people with a ravine, and they will definitely not make trouble at this time, it is just self-inflicted humiliation.

Confucianism wealth is strong, 3,000 disciples into the room, 72 sages of disciples, this is the rule that Confucius followed after the rule, the small sage village to support more than 3,000 people of room and board, study, the scale is naturally very large, every Confucian disciple who enters the small sage village is one of the three thousand disciples, the easternmost place by the sea, there is a three-storey small building, although not high but covers a very wide area, there is a plaque erected on it, "Three Provinces House", when the small sage village was first built, a small building did not have a name, but later, Among the 3,000 disciples, one of the great masters stood out.

He was originally just a miscellaneous servant in the small Confucian sage village, but he was tenacious, persistent, diligent and inquisitive, went through more than a dozen cold and summer, and finally he got rid of the identity of the miscellaneous servant, and had his own place in this small building, life was like a white horse, when the former teenager walked out of this small building again, he has become a master admired by the world, and all Confucian students respect him as a "sub-sage".

Mencius, on the first day of his reign in charge of Confucianism, this originally plain small building had an additional plaque inscribed by him himself--Three Provinces House.

It was from that moment that Confucianism reached a new peak, and countless students were yearning for this place full of legends, above the three thousand disciples, there were seventy-two wise men, but it became a blessed place for the small sage village, although the seventy-two wise men in ancient times were all capable people, but since Confucius, there was only one [Yasheng].

In the villa, the disciples are endless, all busy for today's event, but there is a young man in white clothes like snow standing there quietly, staring directly at the four gilded characters, and a warm smile gradually emerges on his elegant face, as if the memories of the past treasures and hearts have resurfaced in front of him.

Senior brother Fu Nian is the eldest son of the previous generation of Confucian masters, born in a wealthy family of Qi State, since entering the small sage village, he has never been to the house in these three provinces, his starting point is in the Ziyun Pavilion, where I am congenital Qiankun array arrangement, gathering the power of the thirty-six stars of Tiangang, but the ground is the corresponding seventy-two rooms, and the number of one hundred and eight, the gentleman carries the sky, raises the spirit of Haoran, and climbs to the clouds, here is the residence of the seventy-two disciples who entered the room.

Although Fu Nian is a senior brother, but perhaps because of the estrangement of the general horn year, there is always a trace of estrangement between them, Zi Lu, Zi Hong, and his Zhang Zifang are all from here, with the same root and origin, in the same line, looking at this plaque in the ordinary, it seems that Yan Lu, who was shy when he was a child, Yan Hong, who was calm, and he who was lively, appeared in front of him again, the four of them met for the first time, and the three little guys beat the slightly older Fu Nian into a pig's head.

smiled slightly, and shook his head helplessly, although he was punished by the master and Xunzi after that, but the four children also met because of this, and the contacts were all fate.

The complicated thoughts gradually retracted, turned around, took a step, and were already heading towards the main hall. His mouth seemed to be whispering softly, "There are friends from afar who don't talk about it." ”

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"Master, Mr. Gongsun has arrived-"

At the beginning of noon, today's first distinguished guest arrived, with a slender body, slightly thin, and three long whiskers under the chin that looked cold and calm, it was the famous Gongsun Qian.

"Mr. Zilu is polite-" from the carriage, fixed his eyes at this moment but the door is already wide open, the greeting is the second master of Confucianism in the world Yan Lu, his eyes flashed, nodded secretly, but this glance is has been the bottom of Yan Lu has been carefully seen through, although the foundation is shallow, but it has also shown the trend of mixed elements, the momentum is introverted, contained but not revealed, into the peak of the subtle realm step by step, without the slightest falsehood, the mood is calm, it seems to have a dusty posture Obviously, Yan Lu's cultivation is the "Sitting Forget Heart Sutra", "Sitting Forget Heart Sutra" What is reflected is that the gentleman does not fight for the four words, the gentleman does not fight, does not fight, and wins to sit in the idle court and laugh at the world. It is second only to the Confucian secret book "Hao Ran Fu".

"Haoran Fu", Junzi Haoran, is a supreme realm of Confucianism, close and sacred, is the treasure of Confucianism, when Confucius opened the mountain and established the school and created, when the world only the patriarch Gongzi, Yasheng Mencius, and Xun Fuzi practiced this supreme mind.

Nodding slightly, this is the recognition of a senior to the younger generation, Yan Lu obviously saw Gongsun Qian's intentions and smiled faintly, but at this moment Gongsun Qian did not know the Confucian generation, Zhang Zifang and Yan Hong are both practicing this "Hao Ran Fu", if the "Sitting and Forgetting the Heart Sutra" is the way of birth, then "Hao Ran Fu" is the way to enter the WTO, and then Yan Lu sits in Confucianism, and Zhang Zifang is in the middle of the strategy, and the decisive victory is thousands of miles away, which is to confirm each other's martial arts.

Since then, all the sons and hundreds of families have representatives, but Yanlu is also a decent return gift to welcome the door, there is naturally a fu in the hall, and the two ovary are responsible for entertaining. Time passed little by little, and suddenly the originally calm flow of people was in a commotion again, this time it was an extremely luxurious carriage, brocade silk, iron shirt and wood frame, rivets made of gold, hanging beads and jade, four horses in parallel, but it was also a good horse in the Western Regions with a white body without a trace of miscellaneous hair.

"Lord Xiangguo, Lord Xiangguo has arrived." only glanced at it, but there were already exclamations from the crowd, this extremely luxurious carriage had obviously revealed the identity of his master, it was the power of the government and the opposition, and now the generation of the Qi country - Hou Sheng.

The next moment, the carriage had stopped steadily in front of the door of the little sage village, there were only a few gentle neighs, and there was no extra restlessness, the imperial horse of Qi was really well-trained!

Yan Lu's eyes flashed, this Hou Sheng, as a generation of powerful ministers of Qi State, was naturally among the invitations, but today he made such a grand appearance, which can be said to be a kind of emphasis on Confucianism, and it can also be said to be a kind of deterrent.

Hou Sheng is not a gentleman, on the contrary, his temperament is extremely narrow, but the facts must be reported, this time he came in person is nothing more than to tie Confucianism to his chariot, and use the power of Confucianism to resist the Qin State, when the six countries of Kanto are complete, even if it is the birthday banquet of the previous generation of Confucianism to teach Fu Shang to invite Hou Sheng to come, he is only a little prepared to send someone to send it, now the overall situation is clear, Qi is in danger, only to think of Confucianism, this world has such a good bargain.

There was a flash of anger in his eyes, even if the people present did not notice it, the most important thing in Confucianism is the heart, and the Sutra of Sitting and Forgetting the Heart is one of the best, Yanlu wants to hide his feelings, so he naturally does not shoot to be seen, and he swings his sleeves, and he steps forward and salutes in a good time, "Zilu greets the prime minister, and the prime minister comes to the little sage village but it is full of brilliance!" ”

Hou Sheng glanced at it, but it was Jian Yanlu with an indifferent smile, knowing that the current second master of Confucianism has been like this since he was a child, and he was choked for a while, and he could only use the topic to play with his hands on his stomach, his slender knuckles clicked a little, but his face was also a friendly smile.

"Today, Master Xun is on his birthday, and this seat is here, and I want the little sage village to be the holy land of Confucianism in the land of Qilu, and to cultivate many outstanding students for the stability of my Qi country's foundation. ”

Let's talk about this seat first, and at the end I just humbly call me again. Such a yin and a yang, the front and the back, it is not an exaggeration to describe it in four words, and the people present have a new evaluation of the face of the prime minister of Qi State.

"Prime Minister Yan zhòng, please enter the main hall to talk, Uncle Shi has been waiting for a long time." In a word, he has stretched out his hand to welcome Hou Sheng into the door, and Hou Sheng will be natural and no longer entangled with Yan Lu, after all, the situation is still there, and Confucianism is still in charge, and Hou Sheng's character naturally thinks that there is no need to waste time on this so-called Confucian second master.

During this period, there was a period of calm, all the countries in the world, Yan came from Taifu, Chu came from Xiang Liang, Qin came from Wang Qian's son Wang Ben, the world's heroes and important ministers gathered here can be described as extremely spectacular, after coming and going, today's real guests have almost arrived, and the rest of the people do not need Yan Lu to personally guide the way, only a little polite response is needed, but the discerning people can see that there are still two guests in the hundred families of the princes today have not arrived.

Yin and Yang Family, Mo Family-

Two of the five major factions have not arrived, this is the reason why Yanlu has been waiting here, at least this is what the guests here, but Yanlu knows that today, there are three families that have not yet arrived instead of two, the Yin and Yang family, the Mo family, and one is a hidden nobleman who has long been closely connected with Confucianism and the Mo family.

In the distance, it seems that there are already three carriages coming slowly towards here, one of them is luxurious, gorgeous, with a big yin and yang fish on the curtain, the second one is a little simpler, without the slightest characteristic, and the third is as black as ink, the same iron shirt made of wood, but it is pulled by four black Dawan horses, and a huge [ink] character has already revealed his identity.

Yan Lu's eyes flashed, a trace of joy flashed in his heart, his right hand clenched slightly, "Fourth brother-" The voice was faint, but the excitement was difficult to hide, and they flew all over the world, and after many years, the four of them could finally get together again!

Mr. Chen Yi said.

"The Yin and Yang Patriarch is getting old-"

"Mo family, the order is here!" The last one really raised the sound to the maximum, extremely high-pitched!

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PS: The next few chapters should be released in the evening, and in the afternoon I will do my best to code out the remaining 6,000 words.