Confucius seventy-one years, Lu country, the west hunting Lin!

After the death of the black unicorn, Confucius's heroic righteousness was exhausted. Of course, the avenue of Confucius has been completed, and Haoran righteousness is being repaired all the time.

However, with the resolution of Ye He's rebellion, Confucius's last wish in this life has also been forgotten.

To repay the grievances directly, torturing Ye He against the sky for four years was to repay the grievances in Confucius's heart, and finally ignited Ye He against the sky, but it was for the love with Qi Guanchi.

No matter how much Confucius hated Ye He for rebelling against the sky, Qi Guanchi always hoped that he could be better, so Confucius fulfilled Qi Guanchi's last wish and helped him for the last time.

Since then, Confucius has not been in good health.

All the students showed anxious looks, eager to stuff all the elixir into Confucius's mouth and help Confucius continue his life.

However, Confucius refused to agree.

How could these students' ideas escape the eyes of Confucius?

The students told Confucius more than once, but Confucius shook his head. Enduring the physical pain, I once again taught the students at a time when my energy was still good.

"Teacher, look at your pain, the students are uncomfortable!" Ziyu showed bitterness.

Confucius shook his head: "Birth, old age, sickness and death, human nature, you don't need to be like this!" ”

"But you don't have to ......!" The students were anxious.

I have persuaded him many times, but the teacher's will cannot be changed at all.

"Remember what I told you? What kind of Confucianism is I? Confucius looked at the students gently.

"Confucianism?" Everyone looked at Confucius with discomfort.

"Confucianism, not my Confucianism alone, but the Confucianism of all of us, I just started a head, and in the future, I need you to carry it forward!" Confucius looked at the students.

The tone at this moment is as if he is explaining what is going on.

"Teacher, Confucianism was founded by you, and we are just ......!" Ziyu said suddenly.

Confucius shook his head: "Lao Tzu realized the essence of Taoism and used nearly a Yuan Hui, why did my Confucianism only take a few decades?" It's not that I'm too perceptive, but because I have you, threesomes, there must be my teacher! Choose those who are good and follow them, and change those who are not good! I am your teacher, and you are my teacher! Over the years, Confucianism has not been my enlightenment alone, but also your enlightenment with me! ”

"Teacher!" The students were ashamed.

"Your understanding is not much worse than mine, but why are you still so inferior sometimes?" Confucius looked at the students.

"Teacher, how can we compare with you?" Ziyu shook his head suddenly.

"No, Ziyu, you're inferior, aren't you? You're not bad, your understanding, I see in my eyes, you're not bad! I'm here, you can never be alone, I'm gone, you can shine better! Carry Confucianism even bigger! Confucius said solemnly.

"Teacher, we, we can't live without you!" The students cried.

"You don't have to be a little daughter, I have been a teacher for all these years, I have heard the sound of the Great Dao, and established the Confucian Avenue, I am already very satisfied, I am also going to do my thing, and I am also going to accompany your teacher!" Confucius smiled gently.

"Teacher!" The students were uncomfortable.

"Don't be sad, it's just a death farewell, it's nothing. My Confucianism and Taoism are here for the time being, but your Confucianism and Taoism cannot stop here, there is a long way to go! Confucius said solemnly.

The students were not uncomfortable.

And this may be the last lecture given by Confucius.

In the following time, Confucius's health became worse and worse.

When Confucius was seventy-three years old, Confucius sat alone on the bench of the big tree at the head of the village, stroked the smooth bench that Qi Guanchi had been waiting for him every day, and smiled slightly.

"I'm coming for you, Chichi!" Confucius smiled one last of his face.

Confucius closed his eyes.

Ziyu, who poured a cup of tea for Confucius not far away, suddenly changed his face.

"Teacher, teacher! Teacher, wake up, teacher! Ziyu exclaimed.

"Smack!"

Qufu Que was in all directions, and countless students suddenly trembled, and the things in their hands fell unconsciously and pounced together.

The Confucius students who rushed in all had tears in their eyes.

"Teacher!" Countless students rushed to the scene crying.

Ziyu cried and hugged Confucius, and the mana in his hand continued to pour into Confucius's body, but no matter how he poured it, Confucius would never wake up again.

"Teacher~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

All the students burst into tears.

On this day, Qufu was full of mourning, and even, the entire sky of Lu resounded with a great wail, and all the people of Lu were as if they had lost something, and they all felt uncomfortable.

"What's wrong with me? Why am I in tears? ”

"I'm so uncomfortable!"

"What's wrong? Why do I want to cry all of a sudden! ”

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The grief of the Lu State attracted the attention of countless Lu people, and soon, the news of Confucius's death spread throughout the Lu State, and the King of Lu led hundreds of officials to come to pay their respects.

Qufu Que, for a while, was full of sorrowful sounds.

All the students spontaneously wore linen and filial piety, and saw off Confucius as filial sons.

Many people came to Qufuque, all of them spontaneously, and they all came to commemorate the departure of this saint.

At the request of Confucius, Confucius's tomb and Qi Guanchi's tomb were buried together.

In the place of Confucius's grave, the students had a very deep relationship with Confucius, and even if Confucius had been gone for a month, none of them had left.

Even, I don't know who started it. All the daily necessities were moved to the place of Confucius's grave, and he lived in the place of Confucius's grave.

Filial piety!

Confucius students wanted to keep filial piety to Confucius, and from the first person, all of them moved to live around Confucius's tomb one after another.

Not only Confucius students, but also countless people who were educated by Confucius in the Lu Kingdom have moved here and moved to the place of Confucius's grave.

Looking at the tomb of Confucius every day, it is as if the saint in this world is still standing in front of him.

Soon, in this cemetery, countless people and families who came to guard filial piety gathered.

In the country of Lu, it caused a huge sensation because of this kind of 'home from the tomb', and the sensation was not only in the country of Lu, but the whole world was shocked.

Home from the grave? In this world, Confucius is the only one who can still cause such a great inspiration after his death.

At this moment, the saints of all walks of life who rose in the world became eclipsed in front of Confucius in an instant, and at this moment, the monarchs of all countries in the world sighed and raised their glasses in the direction of Confucius's cemetery.

At this moment, the whole world remembered Confucius.

The place of Confucius's tomb was called Kongli, and the former residence of Confucius was named 'Temple', so that the children of new Confucians would worship the Confucian Temple to show their gratitude to Confucius.

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Yue Guo!

On a large lake, Fan Li and Xi Shi are boating.

Xi Shi leaned on Fan Li's arms, and his mood was not very good. Fan Li gritted his teeth, and a fierceness flashed in his eyes.

"Xi Shi, I have already left a letter to Wen Chong!" Fan Li comforted gently.

When it comes to literature, thinking of the experience of these years, Xi Shi's body trembled suddenly, like a frightened bird.

Fan Li hugged Xi Shi tightly in distress: "Don't worry, this time, I won't be merciful anymore, Confucius has already seen through everything, and he wants me to ask myself every day, 'What I want, did it belong to me?' Who is it that makes me lose what I should have? Who is it? ’”

Xi Shi looked at Fan Li, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"You originally belonged to me, it was the genre that made me lose you, and let Gou Jian and Fucha ...... you and me!" A ruthlessness flashed in Fan Li's eyes.

Shih Tzu lowered his head.

"Don't worry, the letter I sent to Wen Chong can guarantee to provoke Gou Jian and Wen Chong, and let Gou Jian give Wen Chong to death, you and I will wait for the news!" Fan Li said in a deep voice.

"Really?" Xi Shi looked at Fan Li.

Looking at Xi Shi who was like a frightened bird, Fan Li became more and more distressed.

"That's right, there is news from Lu that Mr. Confucius has passed away, and when the literature is given to die, we will go to pay tribute to Mr. Confucius and thank him for his help to us, and then, we will remain incognito in the world, only do businessmen's business, and never participate in politics again!" Fan Li said gently.

Shih Tzu nodded with tears in his eyes.

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Zhanlu Mountain!

Sun Wu, the soldier saint, looked at the cadre and handed out the warrant given by Confucius.

"Mr. Confucius passed away, the family teacher is uncomfortable, these days I have no intention of casting a sword, after a few days, I can start again, the family teacher said, this warrant can take a holy sword, Mr. Sun, please wait a while! The holy sword of the master comes out, and with this warrant, it can be given to you! The cadre said solemnly.

Sun Wu nodded, turned his head to look in the direction of Lu Guo, revealing a bitter meaning.

"Mr. Confucius, I have already left the country of Wu, or are you right, I don't understand as you see, over the years, there have been holy swords falling into Wu and Yue, but what? They say how much they care about me, but none of them are willing to give me the holy sword, how much credit I have made, Mr. Confucius, when I take the sword, go and sweep your grave! Sun Wu saluted respectfully to Kong Li.

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A few years after the death of Confucius.

Under the guidance of the students, Lao Tzu rode a green ox and passed not far from Kongli.

"Teacher, why do you need to take a detour and go to the hole?"

"Yes, teacher, Confucius's Confucianism and Taoism have been defeated by you twice, and now everyone is dead!"

"It's also the first time I've seen a Dao scholar who will realize his own enlightenment to death! Won't he practice immortality a little? ”

"Teacher, Confucius is dead, and his avenue is gone!"

"Teacher, it's not worth it to be just Confucian!"

"If Confucius is still there, then Confucianism and Taoism can still be praised, and now, Confucius is dead, Confucianism and Taoism are not to worry at all!"

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The students immediately belittled Confucianism.

"Shut up!" Lao Tzu snorted coldly.

"Ugh!" Everyone looked at Lao Tzu blankly.

"Are you all blind?" Lao Tzu said coldly.

"Huh?" The students looked in the direction of Kongli in confusion.

Streams of purple gas appeared in their eyes, and they suddenly saw that the sea of avenues above the entire Kong carp had spread out to a million miles.

"This, this, this can't be, isn't Confucius dead?" Yang Zhu exclaimed.

Millions of miles, millions of miles! Even if the sea of Confucius students is patched together, it won't be so exaggerated, right?

Everyone looked carefully, and sure enough, on the sea of the avenue, there were Confucian and Taoist roulettes, but they belonged to Confucius and other students.

These Confucius, Confucian, Taoist and roulette scholars, have "Spring and Autumn", "Analects" and other Confucian works.

But that's not the extreme.

However, not far from the "Analects", a "University" suddenly appeared, and as soon as the "University" came out, the vast righteousness gathered together, although it was a little worse than the Analects, but the difference was also limited.

"What's going on with this University?" Yang Zhu exclaimed.

Soon, Yang Zhu and a few students went to investigate. When they came back, they were shocked one by one.

"Old, teacher, that "University" is a student of Confucius, written by Ziyu, how, how is it possible?" Yang Zhu exclaimed incredulously.

"Boom!"

I heard a loud noise in the sky in the distance, and the sea of millions of miles of avenues was drumming again, but I saw two words "The Mean" appear in a large avenue roulette.

The mean, as if it has just been established, does not have the turbulent righteousness of "University", but this is just the beginning, and there is already an atmosphere of the beginning of the avenue.

"Teacher, the "Mean" is written by Confucius, the grandson of Confucius, Kong Ji, and it has not been finished yet, but the qi of the Great Dao has been ......!" Another Lao Tzu student smiled wryly.

Lao Tzu looked at Confucius in the distance, although Confucius died, Confucianism and Taoism did not die, on the contrary, it was growing stronger and more vigorous.

After the "Spring and Autumn Period" and "The Analects", there are "University" and "The Mean", which are full of vitality and vigor, and it can be seen that in the future, more and more doctrines will be born of Confucianism, and the Confucian road will definitely become stronger and stronger.

And what about yourself?

Lao Tzu's own "Tao Te Ching" is indeed the best in the world, and even the "Analects" cannot win the Tao Te Ching. Even if his own doctrine is the most powerful.

But what about their own students?

Looking at the group of students, although their respective avenues have gradually become successful, they are still learning the Tao Te Ching after all. are learning by themselves. In comparison, it is more than a step behind the exuberant Confucianism in the distance.

"Yang Zhu, make tea!" Lao Tzu let out a long sigh.

The students were slightly stunned, as if they had a bad premonition.

However, Lao Tzu commanded, but he did not dare to refuse.

On top of a big rock, Lao Tzu sat alone on one side, but the other side was empty.

According to Lao Tzu's sitting order, the other side should be a guest seat, but no one dared to step forward, and the students had a feeling that that the position should be left by Lao Tzu for Confucius.

The tea boiled quickly.

Yang Zhu wanted to pour tea for Lao Tzu. was stopped by Lao Tzu.

"Stand aside!" Confucius waved the students away.

Looking at the empty position opposite, Lao Tzu showed a wry smile slightly.

Taking out an empty cup, very carefully, Lao Tzu poured a cup of tea.

Lao Tzu didn't drink this cup of tea, but was very careful and handed it to the empty position opposite.

The students did not dare to say a word.

After Lao Tzu handed out a cup of tea, he seemed to feel a lot more comfortable.

Looking at the hole in the distance, Lao Tzu took a deep look, got up, and stepped on the green ox.

"Let's go!" Lao Tzu said.

"Yes!" A group of students followed Lao Tzu closely and slowly left Kongli without alarming anyone.

Not long after, Ziyu was called here by several students.

"Teacher, there is a small tea stove here, and a cup of tea, I don't know who lost it, I saw it, this teacup, tea stove, but extremely precious, they ......!" Several students curious.

Ziyu instantly recognized the teacup and tea stove, because Ziyu had seen it. Back then, in Peidi, I will never forget the scene of Confucius vomiting blood and offering tea.

"Inform your uncles and uncles that here is the best sacrifice for the teacher! Inform them to come, welcome this to the teacher's cemetery, and let the teacher take a good look! Take a look! Ziyu said excitedly with tears in his eyes.

PS: At the end of this volume, this volume respects the historical prototype of Confucius as much as possible, and Confucius's life has been bumpy! Although he founded Confucianism, his life was not satisfactory.

Watching chess can also write that Confucius punches the dragon and phoenix unicorn, and steps on the hundreds of schools, but it is not Confucius, it is Long Aotian!

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