The young Miao Zhu secretly looked at Situ Xing with the rest of his eyes, and he didn't know what was so special about him that he had been treated so solemnly by Duke Fuling. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is especially true of other Confucian scholars.

Elegant!

Although Situ was wearing an ordinary Confucian shirt, he was very comparable in both his bearing and conversation. It must be a noble man who was born in the Dingshi family, and he has strong luck, otherwise Fuling Gong would not be able to withstand his worship.

There are even more Confucian students whose eyes show a look of interest, obviously wanting to come forward and make friends.

Different from Taoism's quiet inaction, Confucianism talks about joining the WTO, and it is not against Confucianism befriending nobles.

Yi said: See the dragon in the field, and see the adult.

It's about meeting nobles.

"The punishment is just a child's life. How can he be... ”

Situ Xing's eyes shrank slightly, and he asked tentatively.

"Fuling Gong said that Gongzi is the reincarnation of the stars in the sky, and the future must be unspeakably expensive. Therefore, I should not bow to my son!"

The old Miao Zhu seemed to have known that Situ Xing wanted to ask, and hurriedly replied.

"Star Reincarnation!"

"Is it because I ignited the Wuqu star core and responded to the heavenly star, so there is a star reincarnation?"

Situ Xing looked up at the statue of Fuling Gong, his eyes were gloomy, and he had a little guess in his heart.

"Childe's life is precious, and this Spring Festival will definitely be on the list, but Fuling Gong still has a word, I hope that Childe will be careful and not be calculated by the villain. ”

"Villains are like ghosts, and the world is sinister. Childe should still be careful. ”

Lao Miaozhu's eyes were a little stunned, and his voice was a little simple and old.

Situ Xing's eyes couldn't help shrinking, but he still bowed and said gratefully.

"Thank you Fuling Gong for reminding me, I remembered that if I have achievements in the future, I will definitely thank God!"

Situ Xing's eyes couldn't help but stagnate, and his face suddenly turned a little blue.

Fuling Gong's reminder must not be groundless, I think someone wants to plot against himself in the spring and ruin his reputation.

But when the spring is in the spring, the dragon qi is blazing, the gods are watching, and all Taoism and demon magic will lose their effect.

The only thing that can plot against oneself is man-made disasters.

Someone must be scheming about himself.

Thinking of this, Si Tuxing's heart was a little more enlightened.

。。。

Situ Xing had something in mind, so he didn't stay in the Fuling Gong Temple for long, and instructed Bao Ya to give Fuling Gong a high incense instead of himself, and bought three animals to sacrifice.

This time, Miaozhu did not stop it again, Situ Xing walked around the street alone for a while, but he also saw a few Confucian scholars who were full of culture and had a good stomach.

A few of them are the most eye-catching.

An old man with white hair, wearing Confucian clothes, surrounded by several young people, like the stars holding the moon, with a heroic and righteous spirit in his chest, Situ learned from the mouths of others.

This great Confucian is the world-famous Mr. An Le, who is close to old age, but his eyes are not at all dull as an old man, but full of wisdom.

The chest is full of righteousness, and the belly is even more splendid. is a rare talent, even if Chen Jiuzhang is in front of him, he has to be a head shorter.

Mr. An Le was famous all over the world when he was young, and he was friends with many people in the court, but he was weak by nature, poor and happy, and did not like fame and fortune.

Emperor Qianpan had issued several orders to invite him to come out, but he politely refused.

A person lives in a "comfortable nest", does not burn in winter, does not fan in summer, and devotes himself to writing books and biography, and delving into knowledge. "Mr. Yingchuan's Collection" came out, and students were all over the world.

The peach and plum are self-explanatory!

After decades of self-cultivation, learning has become more subtle. He enjoys a high reputation in the literary world.

The second thing Situ saw was a boy with yellow hair and drooping hair.

Although this boy is not very old, he was born with a very different appearance and a double pupil.

It looks like the reincarnation of an ancient saint.

The legendary Dayu, 颛顼, etc., are all heavy pupils.

Although this boy is not very old, he is very knowledgeable. The top of the head is formed into a cloud brocade, and there are words in the cloud brocade that fly like dragons and snakes.

It is said to be the reincarnation of a sage in the Middle Ages, before the age of three, unable to speak, unable to see, was once drowning in the toilet as a monster by his parents, and discarded as dementia after the catastrophe.

Fortunately, I met a great Confucian who traveled through the wilderness, so I was not eaten by the tiger wolf.

Perhaps because he was thrown in the toilet, he opened the acupuncture hole at the age of six, solved the mystery in the womb, and had the teachings of the great Confucian day and night, and the academic progress was very fast, and now he is only eight years old. The poems and articles are all leaders for a while, even if they have studied for decades, they are not as good.

Even if Situ Xing's state of mind, he couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart:

"Demons!"

Feel the sky-high atmosphere.

Situ Xing's face was unwavering, but his heart was like boiling water.

Gather the sages!

It's really a gathering of talents.

I thought that this Spring Festival would definitely be able to become famous in one fell swoop and easily win Wenkui, but I really didn't expect that there would be so many Tianjiao in the land of Beijun.

If you look at the ninety-nine counties, how many geniuses will there be.

In the past, he really sat in the well and watched the sky, and looked down on the heroes of the world.

Mr. An Le, who had white hair, sat in the private room of the square building, looking into the distance, and a trace of surprise rose on Gu Jing Bubo's face.

"Teacher, what's the matter?"

A middle-aged man in an official robe next to him asked with a look of surprise.

"Nothing!"

"Just now, I actually felt a majestic righteousness like the Milky Way in the sky, and I thought that there was a great sage passing by. ”

"This spring festival is really full of talents, not to be underestimated!"

After a while, the old man sighed a little emotionally, and said as if he was lost.

"The king of people has issued an order several times to invite the teacher to come out, but the teacher has declined every time, why do you want to participate in the Spring Festival this time?"

The middle-aged man hesitated, but he couldn't help but be curious, looked at the old man and asked in a low voice.

"The old man has been concentrating on it for decades, and he has gained something from playing easily. ”

"One day watching the plum, seeing the two birds fighting for the branch and falling to the ground, the heart was moved, and I created a divination technique "Plum Blossom Easy Counting"!"

Mr. An Le looked at the sky outside, his face showed a look of memory, and said with a smile.

"Sir, great talent!"

The middle-aged official said with admiration.

"Plum blossoms are also known as primroses, spring river plumbing duck prophets. Before spring arrives, the flowers bloom first, which is a prediction. The plum blossom has a total of five petals, symbolizing the five elements, and there is a flower heart, which is the wonder of the five elements being one. ”

"Some time ago, my heart was moved, and the great Qianguo was about to end, and I didn't want to leave regrets for the teacher, so I went out of the mountain. ”

Mr. An Le's eyes stared at the middle-aged man, and just when he felt uncomfortable, he said in a faint voice.

"This!"

The middle-aged official's face couldn't help but change greatly, his eyes contracted, and he didn't make a sound after a while, obviously surprised by Mr. An Le's words.

Mr. An Le is a world-famous Confucian, and he also has high achievements on the road of divination.

Therefore, he did not doubt the accuracy of the matter in the slightest.

"How is this possible?"

"Da Qian's founding of the country for 300 years, the country and the people are safe, and Emperor Qianpan is the lord of the Holy Ming. ”

"How can the fortunes of the Great Qianguo be exhausted?"

"Tarzan collapsed and his face did not change. ”

"This is the virtue of a gentleman. ”

"After this spring, you and I will go back to the mountain and cultivate our minds. Wealth and glory are just a passing moment. ”

Mr. An Le looked at the pale and somewhat panicked student, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and said faintly.

"What the teacher is teaching is this!"

"The five colors make people blind, the five tones make people deaf, the five flavors make people feel refreshed, the galloping field hunting makes people mad, and the rare goods make people do not do it." ”

"The disciple has been in a high position in the world for many years, and his state of mind is not as good as before. ”

The middle-aged man also discovered his gaffe, and said with a guilty face.

After this spring, the student hung up the seal and left, following the gentleman. ”

"Knowing your mistakes can improve you!"

Mr. An Le looked at the disciple with a guilty face, and couldn't help nodding slightly, his eyes showing satisfaction.

"Sir, is Daqian's national glory really exhausted?"

Although he knew that this sentence was a bit arrogant, the middle-aged official couldn't help but ask again.

"Yes!"

Mr. An Le understood the mood of the middle-aged official, did not reprimand, nodded lightly, and said with a solemn face.

"The great Qian's national fortune seems to be fried and cooked, but in fact it has been exhausted. ”

"Although Emperor Qianpan is a generation of heroes, it is difficult to disobey the will of heaven. ”

"Hey!"

The middle-aged official sighed decadently and said faintly:

"Pity the people of the world, and they will fall into turmoil again. In dire straits. ”

"But!"

"Just now, the teacher's heart was moved, and the hexagram started at the hour, and the hexagram had a new change. ”

"The avenue is fifty, and its extension is forty-nine, and the glimmer of vitality of Daqian is in the new sage of Confucianism. ”

Mr. An Le looked up at the sky, his fingers kept calculating, his eyes showed a hint of understanding, and said with a smile.

"Teacher, who is the new saint?"

The middle-aged official asked curiously.

"I don't know!"

"The new saint's life is special, and he can't find his trajectory in the long river of fate!"

"Or someone with great mana covered it up for him, and even as a teacher, he can't spy on it!"

Mr. An Le's fingers kept calculating, but his complexion slowly became strange, and finally he shook his head helplessly.

"This!"

"How is that possible?"

"Even the teacher can't speculate?"

"The teacher's easy method is unique in the world. ”

"Could it be that he is a cultivator above the Great Confucian?"

"Could it be the fish mystery of the White Deer Academy?"

Yu Xuanji has been enlightened decades ago, and he has summarized the Hadith of Zhuzi as "Preserve Heavenly Principles and Destroy Human Desires", and is known as the person closest to the Holy Way in a hundred years. Moreover, he and Emperor Qianpan have always been good friends, could it be that he made the saint turn the tide and save the great Qian?"

The middle-aged official's eyes kept shrinking, and his face was incredulous.

Mr. An Le calculated for a long time, but he did not gain anything, as if the man's fate was shrouded in a layer of mist.

No matter how he spied it, there was no way to see the real face.

But Mr. An Le was not discouraged and did not give up. On the contrary, it made him more and more excited. The eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and there is a plum blossom faintly inside, blooming proudly in the cold wind.

I saw him carefully take out a yellow cover from his arms, and I don't know how many years of classics have been circulating.