The vast void is overflowing with culture.

The seventy-two tall and upright phantoms that stood undoubtedly attracted everyone's minds, and faintly, these sages seemed to be accompanied by the sound of thousands of reading books and the light sound of the piano, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

In the early days of the birth of Confucianism, Confucius taught with poetry, calligraphy, rituals, and music, and his disciples covered 3,000 Yan, and there were two out of 70 people who were proficient in the six arts, and these "seventy-two sages" were the most staunch followers and practitioners of Confucianism and Taoism in the early days, and they were also active disseminators of Confucianism.

Confucianism and Taoism can develop into such a behemoth that can influence the whole world today, although there are merits, but the 72 sages of Confucius, who are preachers, are even more indispensable.

For example, although the sage Zisi of Confucianism was the grandson of Confucius, he was also taught by the seventy-two sages in that year, and the sub-sage Mencius began to come into contact with Confucius's true preaching system through Zisi's disciples, and even himself.

If Confucianism is regarded as a towering tree, the main trunk is naturally the sage Confucius, and the other branches of the tree are composed of this group of sages, who are the ones who spread the branches and leaves of the great tree of Confucianism, and even produce new seeds.

It was precisely knowing the origin of these people that the group of middle and high-level members of the academy located outside the hall were shocked, you know, it is not that the history books have not recorded the vision of the sage's death, but every time it appears, it is undoubtedly an uproar.

Why?

Because these seventy-two sages have already integrated their own Tao into Confucianism and Taoism, and they have risen with Confucianism and Taoism, and they have to let their figures appear out of thin air, the reason is very simple, either Confucianism and Taoism have gone further, or Confucianism and Taoism have begun to decline.

The scene from not long ago is still lingering in my mind. Therefore, as long as a person with a brain will not think that there will be any changes in Confucianism, not to mention, as long as there is the support of that ancestor like Optimus Prime, Confucianism will not decline.

In that case, the answer is imminent.

I don't know how long it took. The white mist outside the haunting hall began to show signs of fading, and at this time, the seventy-two images that had been standing quietly suddenly moved.

I saw that among the seventy-two figures, the man at the head bowed slightly, his eyes had a more agile color, and then he arched his hand in front of his chest, closed it back, pushed it forward, and made an arch salute. smiled and said, "Congratulations to Senior Brother Zhongyong." ”

This is a middle-aged man with an ordinary face, wearing a scarf, a light blue plain robe, and a pair of shabby straw sandals under his feet, looking a little embarrassed.

There was a faint joy in his words, but the meaning expressed in his words made others feel like a bolt from the blue.

What do you mean?

Don't look at this middle-aged man's mediocre appearance, but how can he be ranked as one of the seventy-two sages. And look at where he stood, and read the descriptions in some of the texts. Someone below immediately called out his identity: "Revenge...... Restoration of the Holy Father?"

That's right, the person who spoke out was the head of the seventy-two sages, the head of the ten philosophers, one of the five sages of Confucianism, and Yan Hui, who was called the resurrection saint by later generations.

There are many descriptions of Yan Hui in later generations, but the most deeply rooted in the hearts of the people is the evaluation of Sage Confucius: "Virtuous Hui also! A scoop of drink, in the alley, people are unbearable, and they will not change their pleasures"; Use it to do, give it up and hide it. Only I have a husband with you!" "I am also studious when I go back, I don't get angry, and I don't offend."

In addition, he was also a favorite disciple of Confucius.

Yan Hui's voice was still floating in his ears, and before everyone could come back to their senses, in the void, the seventy-two figures became more and more blurred, and finally, together with the silver-white river before, disappeared into the vast void.

WhewW......

A gust of wind blew, and a spirit suddenly came back to its senses, what did they see?

Not only did they see the figure of the seventy-two sages in the legend, but they also heard the "holy voice" of the Holy Father, and the teachers and students of the academy at this moment were like a group of fanatical star chasers who saw their idols, and their mood could be described as extremely excited.

Those freshman disciples who have only been enrolled for a year or two are fine, although they already have some concepts of common sense, and they will not say things like "what is a sage and can you eat it" like at the beginning, but after all, they are not so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but they can also remain calm.

Those old masters and the like are different, when they see the sage who has always admired in their hearts, they almost knelt down, and they kept muttering, "Senior Brother Zhongyong, Zhongyong, who is Zhongyong? Which sage is this......?"

"Crunch!"

At this moment, the temple surrounded by countless people suddenly made a crisp sound, and the door shook slightly, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone outside the house.

Anyone who has a heart remembers that Yan Hui of Fusheng Gong bowed to this gate before, that is to say, the senior brother of Zhongyong in his mouth is the person inside the door.

The door slowly opened, and in the hazy smoke, two figures, one large and one small, appeared.

didn't let the others wait too much, and the next moment, the two of them took one step and revealed their figures in everyone's eyes.

I saw that the big figure was wearing a red robe, with fair skin, tall and tall, who else could it be, it was Lin Hu, one of the focal points of the academy, and the small figure was a little unfamiliar, with a slender figure, dark eyes, without a trace of whites, obviously a little girl from the ink family.

How could they be? A hint of doubt appeared in everyone's eyes.

However, not only them, but even Lin Hu himself was confused, obviously shocked by the scene outside the house.

You don't have to think about it, but whoever walks out of the classroom, only to find that there are tens of millions of people blocking the door, and then all of them are staring at themselves with big eyes, and it is difficult not to be stunned.

Those young disciples are okay, although they look like curious babies, Lin Hu can accept it, after all, this situation is not once or twice, and it is not that he has not been watched when he has gone out before, but there are not many people.

But those red-eyed old men were different, and their rather crazy looks made Lin Hu wonder if they had any bad thoughts.

At this moment, the scene seems to be the tranquility before the eruption.

As if realizing that something was wrong, Lin Hu secretly swallowed his saliva, and then put on an innocent and innocent look: "That...... Have you ever seen my bear?"

Little bear?

Lin Hu's words obviously stunned everyone, but before they could react, Lin Hu grabbed the female disciple Mo Yebai beside him, and then turned around and returned to the main hall.

I only heard a "pop", and the door slammed shut, leaving everyone dumbfounded outside the house. (To be continued.) )