The twilight is four, and the last touch of the slanting sun still caress the horizon nostalgically.

Dusk is always gloomy, fog fills the land, and dim daylight gives way to darkness. The sky was a deep red haze, reflecting on the surface of the sea, turning the sea into a rose color. The afterglow of the slanting sun reflects the color of the mountains and waters, intertwined into a fluttering picture, which is incomparably magnificent.

The whole small sage village is surrounded by the calm of a deep and sacred twilight.

A remnant sun spreads in the water, half of the river is sorrowful and half of the river is red.

The red sunset dyes the sea water into magnificent golden waves, and countless seagulls are flying on the surface of the sea where the water and the sky are shaking like broken gold, and the picture is extremely dazzling.

In a pavilion in the Little Sage Village, four men stood in a row looking at the golden sea below them.

Looking closely, these four people were none other than the four brothers of Fu Nian Ye Chen, who had sent Li Si and his party away. Fu Nian stood in the middle, Zhang Liangyan Lu stood to his left and right, and Chen Long stood next to Zhang Liang.

All four of them looked ahead, and the sea breeze was blowing in front of them, blowing a few clothes and long hair flying. I saw Fu Nian speak first: "Liangchen, what do you think of 'Confucianism'." ”

Looking at the beautiful sunset ahead, Chen Long put his hands behind his back, the wind blew on his body, indescribably chic, Chen Long said lightly: "Confucian, soft, known as a warlock." The way of the first king, win the people with the way. Set six arts in the rule of one. Etiquette is to be a festival, happiness is to make peace, shooting is to do things, the royal is to reach the will, the book is deified, and the number is moral. ”

Fu Nian, Yan Lu, and Zhang Liang savored Dao Chenlong's words, and their knowledge of his talent couldn't help but rise to another level.

Chen Long said: ""The old book, the record of political affairs; The poet stops where the middle voice stops; Etiquette, the law of the law, the discipline of the class. Therefore, learning is a matter of courtesy. The husband is the ultimate in morality. The salute of the text, the harmony of the music, the Bo of the shooting, the small number of books, between heaven and earth. ”

Yan Lu nodded, admiring Chen Long's unique views on 'Confucianism', and in addition to admiring, he was also happy for Confucianism. Although Zhang Liang had long known that Ye Chen was erudite and talented, he was only eight buckets. But as a Mohist giant, he also has such a thorough understanding of Confucianism, which makes Zhang Liang have to admire him.

And Fu Nian nodded and said: "Sure it is extraordinary, I just entered Confucianism, but I have such an extraordinary insight into 'Confucianism', Uncle Shi, his old man really has a unique vision." ”

"Hehe......", Chen Long smiled faintly and said: "Senior Brother Fu Nian has won the award, and Senior Brother is outstanding." ”

"Huh...... Are the senior brother in charge and the senior brother Liangchen touting each other? Wouldn't the ovary and Senior Brother Yan Lu become superfluous people, aren't they, Senior Brother Yan Lu. As he spoke, Zhang Liang looked at Yan Lu with a smile.

Yan Lu saw Zhang Liang throw the topic to himself, he immediately shook his head with a smile, turned his head to look at Fu Nian and said, "Senior brother, can you decide?" ”

"Hmm......" Fu Nian nodded and looked at Chen Long, who also happened to look at Fu Nian. Fu Nian said with a serious face: "Liangchen, in the future, you will be the fourth master of Confucianism." ”

Chen Long looked at Fu Nian and smiled lightly: "I shouldn't need to teach my disciples, senior brother in charge......"

"Hmm." Fu Nian looked at Chen Long with a puzzled expression, not understanding what he meant at all.

Yan Lu next to him smiled: "Hehe...... Senior brother, it seems that Liangchen is the same as the ovary, it's not that he doesn't want to be a teacher. ”

As he spoke, he looked at Zhang Liang, Zhang Liang naturally put down his left hand, put his right hand under his abdomen, turned his head to look at Yan Lu and said with a light smile: "To educate disciples, the ovary is naturally inferior to the two senior brothers, so I don't want to lose face." ”

Whether this is true or false, how could Fu Nian and Yan Lu not know, only to see Fu Nian looking at Chen Long and saying: "Since Zichen is the same as Zifang, he doesn't like to take care of these mundane things and teach his disciples. Then I and Zilu will continue to take care of it, and the two of you can take care of the rest of the things in the village. ”

Chen Long and Zhang Liang looked at each other and smiled, and nodded at the same time.

The sun sets, the earth is bathed in the colorful glow of the afterglow, in the city of Songhai, people stroll on the street in twos and threes, the evening breeze slowly blows a burst of flowers and trees mixed with the fragrance, makes people feel refreshed and happy, and feels that the sunset is infinitely good.

A touch of crimson sunset shines on the west mountain, the blue sky floats with large white clouds, they show a flame-like red under the glow of the sunset, if you look closely, you will see the clouds fluttering in the air, like being in a light veil-like dream, making people have a sense of being away from troubles.

The pond fish returns to the abyss, the smoke is called, and the guest travels at the same time. The soft sound of the sunset kissing the ground separates day and night.

A refreshing night breeze blew in the face, as if all worries and fatigue were put aside, and every tense nerve in the body was gradually relieved; The surface of the sea wrinkled by the wind rippled with layers of ripples, refracting the crimson glow, like a river of red agate, shining brightly.

The small bamboo forest in the small sage village flashed with green and faint light, gently shaking the bamboo leaves in the breeze, and the wind blew the rustling sound of the leaves, like singing a beautiful song; The wind in the sky chased, teased, and tore at the clouds.

Little Sage Village, among the houses of the three provinces.

A young man who looked like a delicate man was untidy and unsteady on his feet, and complained: "Oh, this Confucian dress is wide and wide, and it is really inconvenient to wear. ”

As he spoke, the young man seemed to remember something, and said excitedly, "Oh, yes." ”

At this time, another teenager turned around and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

These two teenagers are Tianming and Shaoyu who entered the Little Sage Village with Zhang Liang.

"Zhang ......" realized that he had said the wrong thing, Tianming immediately covered his mouth, and said after a while: "Eh, didn't the Third Master say that this place is by the sea?" Why didn't I see the sea? ”

Shao Yu smiled mysteriously, walked to the window, stretched out his hand to open the window, and said with a smile: "Look." ”

Suddenly a sea flashed in front of the window, the sea was shining with golden light, and the seagulls were flying, which was indescribably beautiful.

Tianming quickly came to the window, looked at the vast sea, and was excited: "Ah!!! Hey hey ......"

Suddenly, Tianming seemed to think of something, and said loudly to the sea: "Give me a good listen, the only descendant of the Sword Saint and the only junior brother of the Mo family, will open from today!" ”

Shao Yu scolded on the side: "Fool! The store is called the opening, and the person should be called the beginning. ”

Tianming pretended to be stupid and said: "Oh, opening equals the beginning, and the beginning equals opening." The beginning and opening were originally ......"

Shao Yu shook his head and waved his hand: "Oh, it's okay." You're about to become the second grandson Linglong. ”

Tianming shook his body, pretending to be a sissy and said, "Ahhh Hahahaha......"

Hearing Tianming's yin and yang strange voice, Shao Yu couldn't help but laugh and said: "Hahahahahaha......"

The next day, early in the morning.

A slow bell sounded, and Tianming's heart was shocked when he heard it, and he struggled to run towards Wendao Academy.

This is the bell for the morning class of the Confucian Little Sage, and if you do not reach the academy before the bell rings, you will be punished.

The bell of the morning class kept ringing, and Tianming ran desperately in the corridor, and kept chanting: "Miserable!! Come on!!!! ”

In the Wendao Academy, Fu Nian sat like a bell kneeling in the position of Mr. Lecturing, and in front of Fu Nian, more than a dozen Confucian disciples knelt in an orderly manner, waiting for the arrival of the class.

I saw Ziyou standing next to Fu Nian, holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand, and said, "Zisi." ”

Zisi: "Here." ”

Ziyou: "Zimu." ”

Zimu: "Here." ”

The bell still echoed in every corner of the Little Sage Village, and Tianming was still running like the wind above the corridor, and his mouth kept saying: "Don't knock, don't knock, I'm coming!" ”

In Wendao Academy, the fame is still continuing, Ziyou: "Ziyu." ”

Shaoyu: "Here." ”

Ziyou: "Ziming." ”

Tianming's name was called, but Tianming was still running on the corridor.

Seeing that Tianming didn't respond, Ziyou called out again and said, "Ziming." ”

Among the Confucian disciples below, Zicong said in a low voice: "It's late again." ”

Zisi nodded and said with a low smile: "Hehe, what a fool." ”

Shaoyu kept staring at the door, and Ziyou saw that no one responded, so he called out again: "Ziming." ”

"To ......" Tianming, who was near the door, heard Ziyou's voice, and ran over screaming five zhang away, and everyone couldn't help laughing when they saw his embarrassed appearance.

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