Walking into the small sage village, Rao is Xu Yi has traveled through many worlds over the years, and his knowledge is extraordinary, and he can't help but be attracted by the beautiful scenery inside.

The sky blue lake, the golden pond fish, the rockeries standing in the lake, the orderly planting of trees, and the antique nine-song corridor.

All of this is intertwined to form a beautiful picture that contains the natural principles of heaven and earth.

Seeing this beautiful scenery, Xu Yi couldn't help but feel empty, his thinking was clear, and many wonderful thoughts were born.

Affected by this wonderful scene of Confucianism, I feel that I have been running for a long time, and the stains and flaws of my soul have been swept away.

"Hehe, I have heard that nobles like luxury, and Confucianism will enjoy it, and today I saw that it was really the case." Xu Yi said with a smile.

Xu Jushi said with a smile, Confucianism is often diligent in cultivating the mind, indifferent, and does not fight for fame and fortune.

How can you be greedy for enjoyment, the flowers and plants here are just random in your spare time, and they can be regarded as unintentional willows. Fu Nian said indifferently.

"What is that tall building?"

Xu Yi smiled and said nothing, the reader is good at talking, he is not interested in arguing with him, after all, he is just here to enjoy the scenery and appreciate the style of leisure.

"That's Wendao Academy, and it's the place where our little Sage Zhuang disciples preach."

Fu Nian replied, not hurried, but with patience in his words, but with the patience of the lord of a village.

"And what?" Xu Yi asked again, pointing to a building.

"This is the Six Arts Pavilion. A gentleman has six arts, etiquette, music, archery, royalty, calligraphy, and mathematics.

My Confucianism advocates self-cultivation, Qi country, governing the world, the six arts of a gentleman are compulsory, and Confucian disciples must have both civil and military skills. Fu Nian said.

"Mr. Wuguan Fu Nian, your internal strength is incomparably strong, full of heroic righteousness, and you will live forever in the world, so you must be a master who is not born in the world." Xu Yi said.

As the current head of Confucianism, who will be an ordinary person.

At this time, there were hundreds of schools of thought, and a hundred flowers were blooming, and the Confucian people were even more civil and military.

Where are the nerds who are only focused on the books of the sages in later generations, who can really only talk?

"Hehe, these small plans are not worth mentioning in front of Xu Jushi." Fu Nian said, with a humble look on his face.

"Mr. Fu Nian does not have to be humble, he has a precedence in hearing the Tao and a specialization in the arts.

I am only standing in front of you on a certain path, and you are experts in Confucianism. Xu Yi said.

"There is a precedence in hearing the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art industry. Reasonable, reasonable. ”

Fu Nian kept saying this sentence in his mouth, his plain eyes showed a gleam, his expression was full of excitement, and he suddenly brushed his sleeves and handed over his hand, and said to Xu Yi:

"Sir Dashan!"

“……？ Am I right about something? ”

Fu Nian's sudden change of attitude made Xu Yi feel confused, he really didn't mean to say that.

casually said the forehead, and was actually passed on as a good sentence, bowing his head, is this the ancients, it is too sincere?

Xu Yi didn't know how to deal with Fu Nian's attitude, because he was most annoyed by these red tapes.

He simply didn't speak, put his hands behind his back, let the long wind blow through his robe, hunting, his eyebrows were deep and vast, and he looked like a master of the world.

"High!"

Combined with Xu Yi's helpless means that even his uncle Xun Qing was helpless, as well as this outlet, the famous words are absolutely talkative.

Fu Nian respects this even more, and treats it meticulously and seriously, without losing Confucian etiquette.

So Xu Yi slowly walked all over the small sage village under the leadership of Fu Nian, and there were places with excellent scenery.

Just before he could walk for a while, a Confucian disciple ran over and leaned in to Fu Nian's side and whispered.

Hearing this, Fu Nian's face changed slightly, and his face showed a solemn meaning.

"Mr. Xu, it's really unfortunate. Today, there are temporary distinguished guests here, I am afraid that the hospitality will not be good, please don't blame Mr. Fu Nian said.

"Hehe, it's fine. Mr. Fu Nian is going to entertain the distinguished guests. I'll just stay here and see the scenery. Xu Yi said.

"So, Fu Nian took his leave."

Fu Nian bowed slightly, then turned around and hurriedly walked away.

So no one cares about Xu Yi now, but Xu Yi always feels that something big is going to happen?

Looking at the excellent scenery and strange stones of the small sage village in front of him, Xu Yi felt deep emotion in his heart.

Just stand quietly on the curved bridge, close your eyes, meditate and comprehend the Confucian way of nature.

has been running on the road of cultivating immortals, but ignoring the true meaning of cultivating immortals.

Sometimes stopping is not to retreat in discouragement, but to look far away, in order to see the road further.

Cultivating immortals requires not only accumulated practice, but also mental tempering.

Experienced so many worlds, thousands of years have passed.

I have seen many people and things, and many imperfect stories have happened.

The most Xu Yi did was to use the sword heart to turn into a wisdom sword to cut off the many mottled, complicated and unnecessary memories, and retain the original original intention.

Therefore, between the changes of the world and the transformation of people and things, he can quickly accept everything without feeling uncomfortable.

And the realm of the heart is a very peculiar realm, the same as the sword heart, enlightenment is enlightenment, and it cannot be imposed without enlightenment.

And Xu Yi thinks that he is still a layman so far, with joys, sorrows, and sorrows, seven emotions and six desires.

That's why you're burdened by these worldly memories and experiences, so you need to be smart about slashing emotions?

But now, in this small sage village, at this moment, this holy place that brings together the authentic Confucianism of the world.

Xu Yi vaguely felt the breath left by the Confucian sages and sages in the long river of time, as well as the mysterious and mysterious way of nature.

The reason why saints are saints is that their state of mind is beyond the world and they are not burdened by external objects.

This is also the difference between the laity and the saints, the difference between them in the heart.

Quietly feeling this beautiful feng shui, the holy way from the Confucian sages, the way of nature, Xu Yi felt a lot.

Although these are not his principles, they are also touching, and they are very beneficial to his state of mind.

At the same time, not far from Xu Yi's side, on the main road of Xiaoshengxian Village.

Two columns of black ironclad soldiers stood in a row, holding Changge, with a solemn military appearance.

The group walked in in unison, led by a middle-aged man in a black robe.

Between walking, he exudes the aura of a powerful person in a high position, as if he has a superior status.

He was followed by a white-haired old man who was bent over and walking, and he was a fairy wind bone.

The old man with a fierce face had a fierce aura.

His face was strange, his face was tattooed with a blue flame pattern, he was wearing a dark blue robe, and his whole body exuded an evil aura.

The leader was named Li Si, who was also a former Confucian disciple.

Now it is the Xiangguo of the Qin Dynasty, and this time he came to Songhai to investigate the rebellion of the Mo family at the behest of the first emperor.

Li Si approached Xiaoshengxian Village after many years, and there was not much change from when he left, and he was full of emotion for a while.

I remember that he was on the curved bridge on the lake many times, and at that time he often argued with Han Fei, and often fought with red faces.

"Huh?"

Li Si's gaze fell on the curved bridge without a trace, and a lonely figure stood proudly.

It is integrated with the Confucian landscape, and that kind of bearing is unique.

For a moment, he reunited with the lingering person in his mind, his pupils constricted, and he said in a lost voice:

"Han Fei!"