After 14 years of mourning, Kong Qiu was hidden.

At the age of seventy-one, Kong Qiu still had a face of about thirty years old, and his figure was still tall and straight, but he looked even twilighter than me, a ninety-one-year-old mackerel.

He asked me for all the research results he had done so far, including the method of inducing qi, the meridian diagrams, and some insights on his practice.

He said he was going to devote himself to his practice.

I don't believe it.

He clearly has a will to die.

But I gave him what he asked for.

He didn't take Ge Tian with him, he strode away alone, and someone not far away bowed up to meet him, but he was slapped by Kong Qiu and flew away.

That's the person who blocked the door and wanted to worship me as a teacher.

I stood in front of the door and watched Kong Qiu go away, and saw a middle-aged man help him into a carriage.

The middle-aged man seemed to notice my gaze, turned to meet my gaze, and bowed.

Somehow, it occurred to me what I had heard.

Among Kong Qiu's disciples, there are many alien races, and there are even pure-blooded dragon clans.

Of course, the most are ordinary people.

Those aliens don't know why they worship Confucius as a teacher, but I heard that many of them were forcibly apprenticed after being beaten down by Kongqiu.

If Kong Qiu continued like this, then what would happen to his disciples of ordinary people?

I didn't think about it, I just arched my hand towards the middle-aged man next to the carriage.

Kongqiu is gone.

The last time he left, he strode with his head held high, as if to cleanse the world of all injustice.

This time he didn't change anything, but his form and spirit withered and he didn't go back to the past.

This troubled world finally burned him out.

A few days later, I was practicing in my room when I suddenly heard the sound of something breaking outside my room.

When I went out, Ge Tianzheng was holding a bamboo letter in a daze, and at his feet was a broken pottery shard.

"What happened?"

Ge Tian was awakened by my voice, and turned his head in a daze, his voice dry: "Senior Brother Yan Hui...... He's dead. ”

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I naturally know this person, he is the most proud disciple of Confucius, he worshipped Confucius as a teacher at the age of thirteen, and was mentioned by Confucius many times in my communication with Confucius, every time Yan Hui was mentioned, Confucius's face was full of pride and show-off.

is such a disciple who has been waiting by Kong Qiu's side all his life, but he went to the netherworld one step ahead of Kong Qiu.

This is probably a big blow to the current Kongqiu.

The letter said that Yan Hui died of illness caused by overwork, and that he died of exhaustion in the process of helping Confucius sort out ancient classics.

Even Ge Tian would not believe this reason.

I know that it was probably Confucius's so-called "disciples" who did it.

However, Kongqiu is not dead.

They were in such a hurry to make a move, weren't they worried that Kong Qiu would turn his head and settle accounts with them?

I don't know.

Ge Tian urged the horse to rush back to Lu on the night he received the letter, and it is estimated that he will not return for a long time.

I'm back to living alone.

One person cracks firewood, one carries water, and one herds cattle.

My heart was like water, and I seemed to slowly enter an inexplicable state.

There were more people who came to the door to apprentice, and only then could I feel the effect of Ge Tian.

It's good to have a broken mouth.

In the face of these people, I did not refuse to come as usual, but gave them three questions.

What is the heavenly heaven?

What is God?

What is the way of this world?

The first two questions were asked when I was a child, and the last question was asked by me as a Taoist.

If you answer one of these three, you can worship me as a teacher.

With this threshold, there were a lot fewer people coming to apprentice, and gradually, there was no one in front of my door.

But for me, life hasn't changed.

I'm still a man who cracks firewood, carries water alone, and herds cattle alone.

Practicing alone.

I also flipped through the short books left by Ge Tian a few times, and I realized that what he read was not all strange and tricky, but also quite a lot of military books and strategies.

He might really be able to build a big clan.

In the fifteenth year of mourning, Ge Tian wrote to him that he could not return as promised.

Another of his brothers, Confucius's other protégé, was chopped to pieces during the civil strife in the Guards.

Zilu is a brave man and has been following Kong Qiu to travel and protect Kong Qiu.

The last time Kong Qiu left, the middle-aged man who drove the carriage to pick up Confucius was Zilu.

His tragic death was another heavy blow to Confucius.

Moreover, no one can be sure whether Zilu died in the melee or at the hands of the dragons.

I put away the letter, not sad or happy, just lamenting the ups and downs of Kongqiu's life.

Even though there is always a unique talent in the world, and he has reached the pinnacle of the human race in both civil and military aspects, but so what?

Nor was the suffering he experienced that ordinary people could bear.

The word benevolence and righteousness have hurt him too much.

In the spring of the sixteenth year of mourning, Ge Tian returned.

He came back with two unexpected news.

The first news, Conchu died.

The Kongqiu, who was as strong as an ox and could kill a tiger with one punch, was running around carrying the ten-meter-high city gate......

Sick to death......

A natural practitioner......

How could he have died?

My first reaction was disbelief, but Ge Tian told me that he must not be wrong because he saw the teacher's body fall into the ground.

It was wrong for him to want that body more than anyone else.

But he is indeed Confucius.

The surrounding disciples also saw it clearly.

When Kong Qiu went to the tomb, he no longer had the sturdy appearance he had on weekdays, but was withered like an ordinary little old man, and even his height had shrunk.

And all of this happened in the space of seven days.

The disciples watched as the once tall body gradually thinned into a withered grass, and then closed their eyes forever.

God knows how I felt when I heard the news?

Sadness?

It seems to be a little, but it is not obvious.

Suffering?

To be honest, not to that extent.

Bemoan?

Is it to Confucius? Or is it about the talent of Confucius?

I don't know what it was like, I just know that a friend with whom I could sit and talk left me, and I should be sad, but I couldn't cry.

Throughout his life, Confucius has been running for ideals.

When he was born, the Zhou royal family was in decline, the world was strife, and the etiquette was broken.

Even if I serve as the keeper of the Tibetan Library, I don't dare to easily participate in the battle of the great world.

But Kong Qiu dared.

He pursued his ideas, taught and taught from place to place, traveled from country to country, and wandered from place to place.

In his own words: "Panic is like a lost dog." ”

Funnily enough, no one can defeat this "lost dog", so everyone prefers to call him "Rippy".

This Lai Pi dog has been busy all his life, and in his later years, he has been hit hard by widows and children one after another.

Reality and ideals are also becoming more and more divergent.

How did he face death at the end of his life?

Calmly?

Fear?

Regret it?

Do you have any regrets?

But life and death are the immutable laws of all things, and they will not change because of how he treats them.

This is the way of life.

And I seem to be getting closer and closer to the "Tao".

Ge Tian only came back to deliver the letter, because the disciples of Kong Qiu's disciples had to mourn for Kong Qiu for three years, and he was still in a hurry to go back.

I wanted to keep him for one night, but he waved his hand and refused.

So I helped him put away all his books.

He didn't shirk it, and while packing up his things, he talked about the second thing.

"I'm emotional."

I stopped moving and looked at him.

Ge Tian nodded, and repeated what he had just said very confidently: "I'm emotional." ”

I asked him, "When?" ”

Ge Tian replied: "When the teacher leaves." ”

Just like I did at the beginning.

Is strong emotions really the way to feel Qi?

But in this troubled world, there are countless dead, why haven't you heard of other people in this world?

Even if you don't know what the feeling qi is, there will always be some enlightenment.

But really, nothing.

I asked Ge Tian, "How do you feel Qi, did you see a big ball of fire?" ”

Ge Tian shook his head: "There are no fireballs. ”

Only then did I know that Ge Tian's feeling was very different from mine.

After learning the news of Kong Qiu's death, he was indeed very emotional, but he did not feel angry, but he felt that there was a depression in his heart that he could not vent.

With nowhere to vent, he could only place his affection on cultivation.

He couldn't feel Qi himself, but over the years, he had been practicing according to the Qi method and the meridian diagram, and although he didn't know the situation in his body, and he couldn't feel the movement of Qi, this did not prevent his meridians from growing stronger and stronger in practicing Qi again and again.

And he slowly memorized the line.

If you don't feel Qi, you can't feel Qi, but you control the Qi method to let Qi run the meridians, which is equivalent to walking at night with your eyes closed.

But he persevered.

Moreover, the practice is quite good.

After so many years, his meridians have far surpassed mine, and they can even be compared to Kongqiu.

But he still didn't feel angry.

Until that day.

The depressed qi in his heart could not be eliminated, so he controlled the Qi that he couldn't perceive and rushed straight to the Qi Sea Cave.

Then the matter is very simple, with the disappearance of the depressed qi in the heart, the sea of qi is broken, the dantian suddenly opens up, and the qi sense is self-generated.

He finally "saw" what he had practiced day and night.

He could feel the colorful Qi with his eyes closed.

He was emotional.

"Master, maybe you are wrong, it's not that you can only feel Qi first and then practice Qi, but you must practice Qi first to succeed, and then Qi will be self-generated."

Ge Tian said to me before leaving.

I watched Ge Tian leave, and saw that his figure was much taller at some point, and there was no longer the same sentence as before, and he strode into the distance.

Just like the original Kongqiu.

Am I wrong?

So what happened to my feelings in the first place?

And that fireball that appeared in front of me and Yoon Hee......

If it's an illusion, it's too much of a coincidence.

I pulled out a cloth bag from my bosom, which Conciu had taken from me in the first place.

Introduce the Qi method, practice the Qi method, meridian diagram, and practice the Qi experience.

Just like when I gave it to Kongqiu, there are some differences.

I took out the book and found that in addition to my handwriting, there were many things written densely on it.

These words are written by a single person, and they are on almost every page.

Some of these texts are analyzing the role of one of the sentences of the Yin Qi method, some are writing their own feelings, and some are changes to the Yin Qi method.

The subtlety of his ideas and the profundity of his words are that only one person in this world can have this level of understanding.

Confucius.

I opened the other three books casually, and without exception, they were filled with all kinds of words.

I looked at these books, and suddenly I saw the scene of Confucius reading at night.

Confucius, such virtuous can be called a saint.

I was just about to put the cloth bag away, but I found two thin silks of different colors sandwiched between the pages of "Lian Qi's Experience".

When I pulled it out, it turned out to be a letter.

Silk is a precious thing, we usually use bamboo letters to write, silk for writing books has been extravagant and wasteful, Kong Qiu actually used to write letters?

With doubts, I unfolded this precious silk letter.

"Gong Li, since you read this letter, I should have died.

It's not terrible to die, but it's what makes me feel miserable to be alive, so I chose to die.

Yes, I didn't die of illness.

A natural cultivator, a cultivator who can chase the dragon clan to fight, a cultivator who can kill a tiger with one punch, a cultivator who runs around carrying a ten-meter city gate, and a cultivator who is as strong as a cow......

How could he die of illness?

That's what you probably think.

I guessed correctly.

Of course I won't die of illness, even you won't believe it, let alone others.

But my purpose is to make them unbelieve.

They don't believe that I'm dead, and they don't dare to believe that I'm alive, so they can only live in fear.

But I died after all.

This world is so dirty that I choose to spend my whole life cultivating and leave it.

But I always have to do something for the world.

What should I do?

I thought about it, but I didn't answer.

Many of my disciples are not trustworthy, and those who are trustworthy will probably be persecuted because of my death.

After all, my ideals were not realized, in fact, he was too far from reality.

My righteousness......

Forget it, you should be upset about this.

I thought about it and thought I should leave something for the Terrans.

You know, I'm the best in the world.

I want to leave a way for this world to protect myself and slay the dragon.

There are two pages of silk books, one page is my letter to you, and the other page is a book of Qi practice that I compiled based on the information you provided.

I hope that you will leave it to posterity, along with your research.

I'm sure you can make the Race stronger.

Whether or not you tell future generations what I have done, I will naturally have a share of this immortal achievement.

Many people say that I don't want fame and fortune, they know a fart.

If I do not seek fame and fortune, then what am I preaching my doctrine for?

Is the world peaceful?

There are, but the premise of peace shouldn't be to live well.

So, I guess I'm going for fame and fortune.

Naturally, I don't want to be overwhelmed by this rolling history.

I hope that my name will be remembered for eternity.

Mound, a line in the world, no passers-by. ”

Confucius...... The world has mistaken you.

You're not a sourman, you're a madman!

I put down the silk letter, picked up the second page of the silk book, and with a single glance, Yuan Qi galloped and went straight into the sea of qi.

The dantian is full, and the practice of Qi is successful.