confucianist

Back on top of the mountain

The clouds and mist were shrouded, like a fairyland, the breeze was blowing, the fog was flowing, and I saw an old man and a young man sitting opposite each other, and there was a small table between the two, and there was a chessboard on the table.

At this time, the chessboard is already surrounded by black and white, and there is a vague momentum of victory, so it can be said that black has a tendency to win.

"It's time for you, teacher!" The young man smiled and reminded the old man that he had never left a child.

"No hurry!" The old man stuck a white chess piece to his fingers, and said unhurriedly, but asked the young man, "Han Fei, when do you think it is better for you to go to South Korea?" ”

Han Fei was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect his teacher to ask him about it, but soon he came back to his senses and said confidently: "The student thinks that 2 years is the best time!" ”

The old man nodded after hearing this, and also agreed with Han Fei's decision, he felt that it was the best time for Han Fei to return to South Korea in two years, and asked

"Why?"

At the same time, the white chess pieces in his hand also landed on one part of the chessboard, and in an instant, the whole damned white chess piece was resurrected.

This made Han Fei a little surprised, just now it was clear that his good situation was directly tied by his teacher.

"Teacher, you can't let me win a game!" Han Fei put on a helpless look.

"Don't interrupt, tell me why you think 2 years is a good time?" The old man stroked the white beard of his chin and said with some amusement.

Han Fei heard his teacher mention this again, and he also began to get serious

"Because Baiyue has already started a war with South Korea, but Baiyue will definitely be destroyed!" Han Fei stared at his teacher and said very seriously.

"So what does this have to do with you going back to Korea?" The old man smiled and kept nodding, becoming more and more optimistic about Han Fei.

The old man is the person with the highest rank in Confucianism, and there is only one such person in Confucianism - Xunzi.

Xunzi's favorite and most optimistic disciple in his life is Han Fei, and Li Si ...... Xunzi saw it very clearly, his ambition was too big, and it was not in line with his Confucian principles......

"Because the losing side of the war will definitely have revenge, and two years later, some of the people who escaped from Baiyue have almost recovered, and they will definitely retaliate at that time! It's enough to interfere with the minions in the dark of South Korea! ”

"Well, let your little junior sister accompany you to South Korea when the time comes!" Xunzi looked to the west, and his eyes seemed to be able to see through the white clouds.

"Teacher, when did I have an extra junior sister?" Han Fei laughed.

Han Fei definitely didn't believe that he would have a junior sister. Confucianism has its own rules for accepting disciples, just as Confucianism does not accept women, which is engraved on the Confucian inscription.

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meanwhile

The setting sun was shining red in the sky, and the place where the dead wood was located was already a mess, leaving only a large circular crater 50 meters deep for a few miles, which was formed by the collision of the ninth heavenly thunder and the bubble formed by the dead wood.

"Ahem, I almost died!"

Bai Yixue got up from the ground and patted her clothes.

When the thunder fell that day, I didn't have time to enter the bubble formed by the dead wood, and even if I opened my constitution, I was afraid that I would be injured.

But who knew that when he was about to open his physique, the dead wood actually directly replaced himself with petals, and the petals were split by the thunder, but he instantly entered the bubble.

At that time, she just had a sentence in her head:, stand-in skills!?

Bai Yixue didn't think much about it, and hugged her fists and thanked: "Thank you......"

"No!" A voice that didn't know whether male or female came to mind in Bai Yixue's mind, interrupting her gratitude, she knew that it was Deadwood communicating with herself with her mind.

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