"National Teacher, this is the Six Classics Pavilion!"

Kong Bai chuckled and explained to the wilderness, "There are only the "Six Classics" in it, all of which are the handwriting of the master!"

"You're working!"

Araku nodded, and then walked into the Six Scripture Pavilion.

Standing outside the door, feeling the heroic righteousness on the barren body, Kong Bai's eyes were a little hot.

Those thirty characters are all condensed with Haoran righteousness, and for Confucianism, they can be described as first-class holy relics.

Kong Bai wanted to speak and stopped.

In the end, he had no choice but to turn around and leave.

He really couldn't open that mouth.

It's a treasure, and it can't be easily handed over.

He is not a close friend of the wilderness, nor is he a relative or friend of the wilderness, and he is not qualified to ask for it.

That's the creation of the wilderness!

Walking into the Six Classics Pavilion, the barren face was solemn.

He knew in his heart that the so-called Six Classics referred to "Poems", "Books", "Rites", "Yi", "Music", and "Spring and Autumn".

Araku opened "Poems" and read it with a flat face.

Three hundred poems, in a word!

Innocent!

But it is clear that in the pre-Qin period, there were more than 3,000 folk poems.

However, after the reorganization of Confucius, what has been cut is not the same, and there is no one out of ten.

Among them, if there is no explanation, the absurd death will not believe it.

.......

"Xiaoyou is puzzled, why did the old man cut more than 3,000 poems to 300?" An old voice suddenly sounded in the Six Scripture Pavilion.

At this moment, a mighty righteousness erupted above the Six Classics, and finally condensed the phantom of an old man, which was very similar to the rumored Confucius.

Xunzi once said: Zhongni's appearance, the face is like a cloud.

Zhuangzi once said: Repair the top and tend to the bottom, the end and the ear, as if the camp is the four seas.

It is recorded in the historical records: there are people in the east gate, whose style is like Yao, its items are like Gao pottery, and its shoulders are like children, but they want to be less than three inches below Yu, and they are tired like a dog who has lost their home.

The Confucian master is not kind at all, and looks like a butcher, a leader involved in the underworld.

The Master was nine feet tall and six inches tall.

"Liezi" records: Confucius's strength can expand the gate of the country, "Lü's Spring and Autumn Period" has clouds: Confucius's strength, the gate of the country, and refuse to hear it.

Looking at this holy master of Confucianism, it is really the same as rumored, isn't it a fierce man with seventy-two halls and three thousand thugs!

Looking at the phantom, Huang bowed to Confucius: "After the end of learning, I have seen the master!"

"You're nice, young man!"

The Master chuckled and became more vicious.

At this moment, Huang bowed solemnly to Confucius: "Please also ask Master to solve your doubts!"

"A large part of the human scriptures are singing praises to the gods and the heavens.......

"When the old man traveled around the world, he suddenly had a thought, that is, to delete the Book of Poetry and use the years as a knife.......

"Haha, it looks like it's working okay!"

Abara looked at the smiling master and didn't say anything for a long time.

The more he understood, the more terrifying he found that the clouds and fog shrouded in the sky above the Central Plains were even more terrifying.

Everybody left behind.

However, these backhands are not uniform.

In other words, they all want to do something for this human world.

However, there is no unified deployment, and there is no unified command, so it is all up to oneself to think of it and do it.

In this way, the situation in the world has become more complicated and confusing.

In doing so, it is simply impossible to condense the power of the Central Plains and let them form the energy of a counterattack.

"Three hundred poems!"

"Although it can reduce the birth of faith and erase the traces of the existence of immortals and Buddhas, this also makes the Central Plains have a blank understanding of them!"

Huang looked at Confucius directly, and his tone was solemn: "On this land, a piece of ancient history has been buried, and the current world,

I don't know anything about the history of the Zhou royal family before that!"

"There is only a few words, and they remain in the depths of the tomb!"

At this moment, Confucius was stunned.

"Young man, do you think the old man did something wrong?"

Confucius looked solemn, staring at the wilderness, and the fierce light in his eyes flashed.

Hearing this, Huang shook his head: "Master, any decision is a double-edged sword!"

"Maybe your intentions are good!"

"However, until the matter is over, it is impossible to judge whether this matter is good or bad for the world!"

"Sometimes, salvation is a dilemma!"

"In this world, the ancient inheritance was born, the monk world frequently entered the world, the princes of the world competed, and an unprecedented change was just around the corner!"

"Master, this world is destined to be shrouded in darkness, and the land of the Central Plains is full of blood and bones!"

.......

"We're also looking for a way to save the world!"

"I just haven't found it yet!"

Confucius looked at the desolation, word by word, and said, "If you want to change, how can you not experience blood and bones, the light of the world is destined to be trampled on blood and bones."

"The years seemed uneventful, but in fact, they were even more miserable and desperate."

"This world is already getting better little by little!"

Speaking of this, Confucius immediately smiled bitterly: "The old man is also looking for the road of Confucianism, and your words today have benefited the old man a lot!"

"Although you have good Confucian talents, after all, you have taken the way of martial arts, and what the old man has learned is useless to you!"

At this time, Confucius pointed out, and the whole person became more illusory, and a pure Haoran righteousness fell on the Great Qin Dragon Sparrow.

"The right way in the world is Haoran!"

As soon as the words fell, the phantom of Confucius disappeared.

This made Huang a little crazy, and he wanted to ask what happened back then, and what Confucius knew.

Companions, how many more.

However, the Master did not give him this opportunity.

As soon as he grasped the handle of the knife, Huang could feel the changes in the Great Qin Dragon Sparrow, and in its body, a Haoran seed appeared.

From the Master's words, Arashi could feel that those people were very powerful.

It is so powerful that it is sad everywhere in the world, and it is destined to exchange blood for a new sky.

This deepened the heaviness and urgency in Ara's heart again, he just wanted to ask for an immortality, to ask for a free life.

However, the more I understand, the clearer it becomes that it is not difficult to live forever.

Find a deep mountain and old forest, get up and cultivate, and continue your lifespan.

However, it is too difficult to ask for a big getaway!

Unless it is to kill those immortals and Buddhas who are high up, sitting on the clouds, overlooking the world, one by one.

Before that, he had great faith.

Because of the national art he cultivated, he was extremely strong.

However, the more he learned, the more he found that the water in the world was too deep, and he might not be able to grasp it.

Stronger than the master, as strong as the head of the road!

No, it's gone, there's no way to save the world!

Closing the "Poems", Huang did not continue to read the other Pentateuch.

The Six Classics were inherited in the Central Plains, and even the Qin State had a copy.

The shadow of the master dissipated, and the Six Classics Pavilion was an ordinary place from then on, and the original handwriting of the master could give some comfort to the Confucian scholars.

Closed the door and walked out of the Six Classics Pavilion.

He did not mention the appearance of the master to Confucianism, and Confucianism is too weak to keep any secrets.

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