The look of fear on Meng Pi's face soon disappeared, and he became very serious. From this it can be seen that he is an honest man, timid and afraid. But! Judging from the change in his expression, he was very concerned about his younger brother Kongqiu. Although he couldn't help his younger brother and became a drag on his younger brother, he cared about his younger brother Qiu very much.

Under the leadership of Meng Pi, Fang Jishi and his party followed behind, and walked out of the village to the wilderness.

Although Confucius's hometown is in Qufu, the capital of Lu State, it is not near the palace of Lu Zhaogong. There is still a considerable distance from Lu Zhaogong's palace. In modern language, one is in the main city and one is in the suburbs.

In the capital of Lu State, there are also the mansions of the three major families of Jisun, Shusun, and Mengsun, as well as the mansions of other officials. In addition to this, there were the mansions of the rich and other hereditary nobles, from whom a city was built.

The mansions of the three major families of Jisun, Shusun, and Mengsun were not the later Sandu. The three are their own power castles built by the three major families in their own fiefdoms, which are equivalent to their own "national capitals", and are as "imperial palaces" as the palaces of Lu Zhaogong.

The "three capitals" that Confucius later fell did not refer to the three mansions in Qufu, but the capitals in their respective fiefdoms.

In the capital, in order to facilitate the handling of Lu affairs, there is another mansion.

The mansion in Qufu, the capital of Lu State, is equivalent to a house for the three major families of Jisun, Shusun, and Mengsun. And Sandu is their own private residence.

Hearing that he had come to make friends with Qiu, Meng Pi walked in front with a limp, jumping and jumping to the ground, and the speed was quite fast. But! Panting and sweating on his forehead.

Seeing that Meng Pi was struggling, Fang Jishi couldn't bear it, so he deliberately slowed down and followed him.

Leaving the village and coming to a hillside, Meng Pi stood on a high place, looking out at a small river not far away.

It belongs to the capital of the Lu Kingdom, with a large population, and most of the crops are planted in the wild. It was summer, the crops were growing vigorously, the fields were green, and the scenery was beautiful in the sun.

"Look! The mound is there! "Suddenly! Meng Pi looked excited, pointed his hand to the front, and said loudly.

Not far away, on the embankment, stood an emaciated figure, tall, a little out of proportion.

In modern language, the young Confucius was a thin bamboo pole.

"Ahh ……”

That's at this time! A tragic, eerie wail came. The skinny bamboo pole suddenly went berserk, howled, and ran. And then! Leap from a high place and plunge headlong into the river......

"Not good! This is suicide! ”

Fang Jishi shouted, and without thinking about it, he ran.

This, this, this? Is there any mistake? He is our future sage Confucius?

Hearing his tragic shout, it gave people a feeling that they couldn't think about it!

Is this still worth it? If the young Confucius died, where did our Confucian culture come from in China?

What if that's the case? Aren't the Chinese sad? Without Confucian culture, what is the spiritual pillar of the Chinese? How do you live? Where did the oriental civilization come from?

Seeing this, several guards also followed behind Fang Jishi and ran.

Meng Pi also followed behind, limping and jumping and running, but! He is a disabled person, where can he run away from the cornerstone of being a special soldier? Before he could run more than ten meters, he fell down.

Meng Pi turned two heels on the ground, got up and sat there, rubbing the sore place of the fall and muttering to himself, "What are you running?" He's not in a daze today, he's crazy! In the winter, he jumped into the river and froze like a purple man before returning home. Woowoo woo ......"

When Fang Jishi was in the special forces, he often carried heavy off-road, carrying seventy or eighty pounds of equipment on his back, and arrived at the designated position within the specified time. So! In just one breath, he came to the river and threw off the guards behind him one by one.

"Great God!"

"Great God!"

"Great God be careful!"

The guards gasped as they shouted ahead.

When he came to the river, Fang Jishi stood on the embankment and looked at the place where the young Confucius jumped into the river. Suddenly! The heart is cold.

On the surface of the river, the waves are calm and orderly, and there are no ripples at all. It seems that no one jumped into the river at all.

"Boy! Where are you? Juvenile! Fang Jishi shouted as he looked away and looked towards the shore. He hoped for a miracle, but the young Confucius didn't think about it, and got up again after jumping into the river.

That's it! If the future saint dies like this, who will influence our Eastern civilization for thousands of years?

It's a pity! Not on the bank of the river! The water on the river was calm and normal, and there was no one jumping into the river at all.

"Boy! Don't you think about it? I'm not from the government, I'm here after more than 2,000 years, and I'm here to see you! Speaking of which, you're older than me! You ...... my ancestors"

"Great God?"

"Great God?"

"Great God?"

A few guards ran over out of breath, seeing that there was no movement on the river, and asked one by one.

"Kongqiu, he can't jump into the river to find a short meeting, right?"

"The dilapidated courtyard of his house has not been repaired for several years. When it rains, it must be heavy rain outside and light rain at home. ”

"Yes! There is also a lame brother at home who wants him to feed, and there is no way to live this life? ”

"His family didn't have land, so he earned some money by helping other people's families deal with funerals and blowing trumpets. Where in this place are there dead people every day? Again! When a poor family dies, no one can afford to hire someone to blow a trumpet? ”

Several guards did not see the young Confucius, and they all thought the same thing: Confucius committed suicide by jumping into the river. So! One by one, they sighed and commented.

"Wow!"

"Ahh ……”

At this moment, a splash suddenly appeared on the surface of the river. Then! There was a "whoosh" in the river, and a human head popped up. And then again! There was another familiar shout.

This voice is still so tragic!

"Ahh ……”

Fang Jishi and the others all looked towards the river, and finally saw clearly that the person was none other than Kong Qiu.

The young Confucius ignored others, perhaps not even noticing that there were people on the shore looking at him. After a tragic cry, he took a breath and immersed his head in the river again.

After a while, the river was calm again.

"Saint! Don't scare me! No! You are the saint of the future! Sage! Fang Jishi said to himself.

"Saints? Is he still a saint? One of the guards asked, puzzled.

"If he is a saint, I am also a saint!"

"I think he just can't think about it! I want to die! ”

"Let's go! Let's go back! Otherwise? That lame ......"

The guard was about to say, "Otherwise, if that cripple falsely accuses us that we have framed his brother to death, we will be in great trouble." At this time, he saw Meng Pi running over while limping and touching the sore spot on his body, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to say any more.

"What are you running? Where is he looking for short-sightedness? He's practicing qi! ......," Meng Pi said, gasping for breath.

"Qi training? Does he know martial arts? Fang Jishi asked.

"He said he! His life has been held back for a long time! He's had enough! Woo-woo-woo......" Meng Pi gasped. After saying that, he began to cry.

Fang Jishi thought about it and understood why the young Confucius jumped into the river to practice "holding qigong".

Life! gave the young Confucius too much grievance and depression, so that he could not stretch. As a teenager, he used this method to vent himself.