Missing sword?

Xunzi's long white eyebrows trembled involuntarily, and his right hand involuntarily stroked the beard on his chin, with a serious face. The person in front of him suddenly mentioned this, obviously referring to something else.

Kong Three Swords, Could it be that it will be four swords?!

Throughout the ages, there is no record of this. However, the reason why these three swords are called this is only because of the collectors. Therefore, it is not surprising that this Guiguzi has some extremely secret news.

Xunzi didn't speak, just stared intently at the bald old man in front of him.

Because he understands that the other party's words are not finished.

Really.

The bald old man just paused, and after organizing the words in his heart, he spoke again: "The Kong Zhou San Sword has never been a sword that kills. These three swords are actually Taoist. ”

"It's just that it's lost and fell into the hands of others for collection."

"A man chooses a sword, and a sword chooses a man."

"Yan Lu, the second leader of Confucianism, his temperament and personality are very suitable for the sword of Hanguang. Moreover, the exercises practiced by Yan Lu are even more suitable. ”

Although Yan Lu, the second master of the little sage Zhuang is a Confucian, his martial arts roots are from Taoism.

Sit and forget your mind.

It is one of the Taoist minds, or it is one of the introductory methods of Taoism.

The Great Easy is also a great difficulty.

People who can practice this introductory mental method to a very high level, Yan Lu is the best one among them.

During the conversation, the bald old man began to explain little by little what Xunzi was very familiar with. And Xunzi didn't stop it, just listened to the other party's words that seemed to be repeating the same old tune with a serious face, and analyzed the root cause hidden in the end bit by bit.

One listens, one speaks.

And so the time passed.

Outside.

Hall.

A sword dance has been completed, and under the refraction of the sunlight, Hanguang printed the sword body. The transparent sword body has a different kind of charm in the golden sunlight.

Yan Lu stood still and put away his sword.

In his right hand, he held a jade jade hilt behind his back.

And at the moment of putting it down, the exposed sword body sank into the darkness, and the sections were broken and disappeared one by one, and disappeared without a trace for no reason.

As the big boss of the little sage village, Fu Nian saw this. said abruptly: "This sword is a sword but not a sword." ”

Side.

"Stay in shape with air."

Zhang Liang nodded in agreement: "It is indeed an invisible sword." The second senior brother's technique is a perfect match for this light sword. ”

The gentleman has no contention, the light is invisible, and he has no intention of sitting and forgetting.

All three in one.

This is Yan Lu.

As for Yan Lu, he put the jade hilt of the sword that no longer had the sword body in his palm, and looked at it in a daze for a long time. After a long time, with a movement of his wrist, the hilt of the sword had sunk into the sleeve of his shirt.

An hour.

Xunzi talked with the bald old man for an hour.

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny."

"There is no such thing as perfection. People are like this, things are like this. Maybe. Even time. ”

"The three swords of Xiaolian, Chengying, and Hanguang represent a kind of perfection and represent three meanings - kindness, selflessness, and tolerance. This is the sword of heroes, the sword of the Son of Heaven. It's just that the person who makes the sword is too perfectionist, and the person who pursues perfection too much is undoubtedly annoying. He would be disgusted by slaughtering a turtle only because it had a bald turtle. ”

When he heard the turtle, Xunzi raised his eyes inexplicably. Silently, he glanced at the bald head of the old man in front of him. Somehow, Xunzi felt as if it was a finger.

And. Xunzi also felt a looming resentment from it.

This feeling made Xunzi check himself if he was too old and heard it wrong.

Xunzi's small actions did not hide from the bald old man. However, the old man ignored this, and continued to speak in a vicissitudes of life.

In the end, he found that the sword was not suitable for him. Only a fourth sword can be forged. So he reforged a sword from his own saber. ”

"A sword that is the complete opposite. A tangible sword. ”

"But the old man prefers to call it a sword, even though it has been reforged into a sword itself."

The bald old man's voice had a special sense of low vicissitudes. It's as if the thing he said was something he had personally experienced, giving people a sense of vividness in purpose, "These three swords were given to a friend of his." ”

Sub-suffered?

Xunzi was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then reacted, "Yin Shang Emperor Xin!! "After reacting. Xunzi's face couldn't help but become a little strange.

What kind of reputation the king of Shang has, Xunzi undoubtedly knows very well.

This man's reputation is very contradictory.

However, Xunzi, who can be called a saint, naturally does not think that the king of Shang is a tyrant with those shallow disciples of Confucianism, and you must know that Zigong, the great disciple under Confucius, is all opposed.

Equally.

Xunzi also has his own opinions. However, Xunzi still did not express his opinion, he wanted to see what the bald old man in front of him wanted to say, and the other party would never just tell the secret story of Zhuang Zhoujian.

The main thing is still on the missing sword.

"And that sword is in harmony with the name, and it is called the moon shortage."

"Lack of moon?" Xunzi said: "Then this person's name should be Yue Yuan?" ”

"It's the mountain of the mountains, the fate of fate." The bald old man took Xunzi's words and repeated them. Immediately afterwards, the bald old man changed the topic bluntly and said, "Do you know that before the reign of King Qin ruled the world, there was a pioneer? ”

"Dixin!" Xunzi's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he heard the meaning of the other party's words.

The tone did not stop, and the bald old man continued: "It's a pity that the general trend of unification is not there, how can one hand save the sky!" Even if that person said that he could reach the sky, he could only be helpless, flourishing and declining, and perished along with his disciples and Yin Shang, leaving only a few people in the end. ”

That fight!

Xunzi knew very well which one the bald old man was referring to, it was the war between Zhou and Shang.

It's just that after the fall of Yin Shang, the record of that war has been artificially erased too much, and now what I see is only a few clues. As one of the Confucian sages, Xunzi can be said to be very clear. Even he knew that the Confucian people had poured dirty water on Di Xin in order to develop Confucianism. This behavior also made Mencius quite disdainful and expressed his opinion.

There's so much stuff that has been artificially buried.

Listening to this Guiguzi now, it makes Xunzi think about it and have a feeling of listening to the story at the same time.

But are these stories fabricated or real past?

This point is the opinion of the benevolent and the wise of the wise.

Xunzi is still as indifferent as water.

The bald old man looked at Xunzi's posture in front of him, which was full of Taishan collapsing in front of him and his face did not change, and he was not disappointed, but continued: "And in that war. In order to show that person, Yin Shang made people gods. ”

Well!!!

Hearing this, Xunzi's mind moved, and he knew that this bald old man had finally been involved in the real thing.

"They gave that person a god name that was not very suitable for his identity, to be worthy of the glorious atmosphere of Yin Shang, and to attract the worship of some merchants, so they gave a person a domineering god name - Donghuang Taiyi."

When the words fell, the bald old man stopped talking.

And at this moment, Xunzi, who had always maintained a calm complexion, finally changed his complexion.

East Emperor Taiyi. The supreme leader of the Yin-Yang family.

Meantime.

Xunzi's mind was constantly replaying what the other party had just said, the pioneer Emperor Xin, the Qin Wangzheng who ruled the world......

Don't!!!

"Who the hell is Your Excellency?"

Xunzi's tone was solemn, and under the stirring of thoughts, a robe danced without wind. The bald old man in front of him is the Guiguzi of this generation, and that is just Xunzi's understanding before.

But after hearing this, Xunzi abruptly felt that the identity of Guiguzi was not enough.

The identity of the other party is like a cabbage. One layer after another.

Is this story true? Or is it fake?

At this time, even Xunzi couldn't guess how many of them were real. How many are apocryphal. However, he understood that the bald old man's purpose after telling this story was self-evident.

Confucianism, it's going to be eventful.

And even more so that Xunzi is that if you count by time, from Yin Shang to Qin Dynasty, it will be more than a thousand years.

How can a person live that long?

If it is the Eastern Emperor Taiyi who avenges Di Xin. Then the Confucian people who splashed Di Xin's dirty water will definitely become one of the targets. It's just that Xunzi still doesn't believe this. From that story, at least he could see that the Eastern Emperor Taiyi was a righteous person, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a hero in some ways.

As if sensing what Xunzi was thinking, the bald old man laughed three times in a row and spoke again. smiled: "A hero who pays attention to faith and righteousness is easy to deal with after all, after all, the hero is sad to pass the relationship, and Confucianism has time; But if it is a god who will do whatever it takes...... The Qin Empire has never been waiting to see Confucianism. "The unfinished words speak for themselves.

Heart-wrenching words.

Xunzi's face became indifferent and cold, and there was a trace of anger burning in the heart of an old man who had not been angry for a long time.

"Xunzi can take a look at what the Qin Empire really wants to do right now."

Facing Xunzi's indifferent gaze, the bald old man took out a scroll and placed it on the bench between the two, and gently pushed it over, "If you think about it, you will understand." ”

After doing this, the bald old man stood up with a smile on his face, his eyes fell on Xunzi's body, and said with a smile: "I can listen to this story made up by the old man quietly, and I am worthy of Confucian Xunzi." ”

"Disturbing the little sage village, the old man will leave."

After speaking, the bald old man had already flown away.

It's hard to imagine that an old man with a stooping body and a bald head would have such a chic posture.

Seeing the other party leave, Xunzi's expression has returned to its original state at some point, and it has changed back to the image of the old man who is not shocked by honor and disgrace, as if the appearance just now is just an illusion.

True and false, false and true.

It doesn't matter if this story is true or not, but in this story, Xunzi saw the real insistence on the Ghost Valley - separation. And the other party's intention is also understood.

The Ghost Valley was also an enemy of the Qin Empire.

Merely......

The way Guigu Yimai does things is really disgusting and disgusting.

Xunzi glanced at the scroll on the table, groaned, and immediately ordered to go down and let the three teachers and nephews of the Little Sage Village come to discuss the matter. (To be continued......)