Since Chen Qingshan left the two sixty years ago, Xu Qing and Song Qiyun have lived in Baiyu Town for thirty-five years.

Xu Qing's cultivation at that time had reached the third realm.

Later, he separated from Song Qiyun and traveled to the rivers and lakes.

Xu Qing walked through every inch of Daqing and saw the difficult life of many low-level people, no, it can no longer be called life, but life.

His Confucian cultivation seemed to have no bottleneck, and he entered the realm quickly.

But he felt more and more powerless, powerless that he was too weak.

He saw the perverse behavior of the group of "cannibalistic" monks in Xitu, but he was helpless, and the sound of leather drums in the temple still echoed in his ears.

He saw that the landlords and bullies oppressed the peasants, and even released their families and vicious dogs to teach this group of untouchables a lesson, and he wanted to take action, but the landlords and gentry were protected by the government.

He saw the evil cultivators slaughtering the people of a county, and there was not a single grass.

His state of mind was dusty again and again, and finally began to shake violently.

What exactly is Confucianism?

Xu Qing asked himself this more than once.

Confucianism says, "A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall." ”

"The gentleman hides his weapons and waits for the time to move."

Confucianism says, "Ask for the people's lives." ”

"Reach will help the world."

Xu Qing was very confused, his heart was a mess, and he couldn't figure out what Confucianism was cultivating.

He also met many Confucian scholars, Confucian scholars, and even Confucian generals along the way.

He asked them, why did they study Confucianism?

"Of course, in order to write the world's first-class moral essay......"

"In order to turn over and become an official, I don't have to worry about food and clothing......"

"To command the ...... of the three armed forces"

"In order to glorify the ancestors, take power and accumulate wealth......"

“……”

Xu Qing was extremely bitter.

Is this the character of a reader?

Is this what Confucianism should be?

Oh, the Confucian saying is "sacrificing oneself for others", but since the death of the Confucian saint in the Spring and Autumn Period, who is willing to "sacrifice" for others?

Scholars who have gone down in history throughout the ages abound, but aren't the vast majority of them confirming "sacrificing others for themselves"?

Xu Qing was confused to the extreme, should Confucianism be like this? This seems to be different from the Confucianism of my own world, so why did I learn Confucianism?

There are a lot of clear streams above the court, but they are just some people who seek wealth through fame.

Or those who seek the fame of eternity are just those who seek fame and fame.

are all rotten Confucians who have a thousand words in their chests, but they have no plan in their writings, how many Confucian students are people who have the world in their hearts and their hearts?

Xu Qing was indignant, confused, confused, and scattered his Confucian cultivation, like a walking corpse, silent.

Above the blue sky.

A huge white crane spreads its wings, and three people stand on it.

The end of the trip is the East China Sea Sage Tower.

Since the three of them came out, the little Taoist priest in Tsing Yi didn't say a word, just stood quietly at the front of the crane's back, closed his eyes and recuperated.

The little Taoist priest has never come down from the mountain since he was taken to Shu Mountain by his master when he was a child. He practiced on the mountain, and the only thing that accompanied him was the pine tree, which lasted for decades, and did not feel bored or irritable, he thought that this was normal, and that people should be like this when they lived, conforming to nature, rising and resting at sunrise, and circulating the laws of heaven.

The little Taoist has excellent cultivation talents, and he is the fastest person in the history of Shushan, and he is several times stronger than the sword god who led the world a hundred years ago, and he has already climbed the towering high-rise building that the world can not hope for at the age of twenty.

He never wanted to care about those mortal things, let alone pity those mortals, of course he didn't think that those mortals were to blame for everything, but he still wouldn't care.

There's no reason, just don't feel necessary.

After Song Qiyun threw his sword into the heavy snow, he didn't say a word.

Xu Qing didn't ask Song Qiyun why, but he had already vaguely guessed the answer in his heart.

At this time, the snow had stopped, and above the clouds, overlooking the mountains and rivers, it was impossible to tell which place was the sky for a while.

Under the white crane.

The earth and everything wrapped in silver are like the dragon palace carved with white jade, which is clean and dusty.

Such a beautiful scenery of the rivers and mountains, but I don't know how many people can enjoy the scenery quietly.

A day passed.

The white crane descended and landed in front of a towering tall building.

Sage Building!

The Sage Building is located on Penglai Immortal Island, isolated from the world, and non-Nine Realm monks are not allowed to step in, while the evil cultivators are not allowed to enter the Penglai Immortal Island within a radius of 900 miles.

And the people who have lived on this island since ancient times are kind, simple, hardworking and enthusiastic.

"Come in, I'll wait for you outside." The little Taoist priest spoke.

"Okay."

Xu Qing and Song Qiyun walked into the Sage Building.

"Wow!"

As soon as the two of them stepped into the building, a dazzling white light appeared in front of them, and the white light slowly approached, slowly engulfing the two.

The next moment, Xu Qing appeared in a space, and Song Qiyun had already disappeared.

There is no edge in sight, no land animals, no birds in the sky, and the water is like a mirror under your feet.

Xu Qing looked around and finally found a peach tree that looked like it should have grown for countless years.

There was a man sitting on the ground under the peach tree, and in front of him was a chessboard.

Xu Qing stepped forward and quietly watched the appearance of the person in front of him.

This is a man, dressed in white, with a disheveled hair, sitting in front of the chessboard, his brows furrowed, and the chess pieces in his hand have not fallen.

The man closed his eyes and frowned, motionless, like a wooden man.

Xu Qing didn't know how to play chess, so he stared at the man silently and didn't speak.

It's been a long time.

There is no day or night here, Xu Qing doesn't know how long he has been standing here, but he estimates that it should be a day and a night.

Finally, the man opened his eyes and dropped the chess pieces in his hand with a happy face.

"Found it."

As the man's chess pieces fell, the chessboard seemed to come to life, shedding a little bit of broken gold.

On that peach tree, a delicate peach blossom suddenly bloomed.

At this moment, the man seemed to have finally seen Xu Qing, and said in surprise:

"It's someone again. How long has it been since the last time that little kid in Tsing Yi liked to carry a wooden sword? This dilapidated building must be in disrepair......"

Listening to the man's whispering, Xu Qing's expression was very exciting.

Brat?

Carrying a wooden sword?

Tsing Yi?

…… Master?

The tall image of Chen Qingshan in Xu Qing's mind collapsed a little.

The man looked at the pensive Xu Qing and smiled suddenly, "Come on, little guy, sit." ”

Xu Qing, who came back to his senses, hurriedly sat opposite the man.

"Senior, may I ask what kind of place this Sage Building is?" Xu Qing asked.

"This ruined building, you say? I don't know, since I came here, every once in a while, some people with extraordinary talents will come here to comprehend the Dao and break through the realm. The man said.

"Who are the seniors?"

"I don't know."

"Why are you here?"

"I don't know."

“……”

Xu Qing's face was cloudy.

The man touched the stubble, looked at Xu Qing with a playful expression, and said, "Are you a Confucian cultivator?" Broken heart? That's interesting......

"Little one, let me ask you, do you know what Confucianism is?"

Xu Qing's brows furrowed, and he whispered tentatively: "Write a splendid chapter." ”

The man shook his head.

"Make a difference."

The man shook his head in the same way.

"Ask for the people's lives."

The man smiled, eventually shaking his head.

Xu Qing was a little confused, "What's that?" ”

The man smiled kindly and said softly: "Actually, you know very well in your heart, are these Confucianism and Taoism? Yes and no. ”

Xu Qing was silent.

The man asked, "What is Confucianism?" ”

After a while, Xu Qing raised his head and looked at the man, "Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations." ”

The man's body was also shocked, showing a look of surprise, and then he smiled: "Aren't you very clear?" ”

Xu Qing slowly lowered his head.

The man said, "Don't care what others do, if you really have a heart for the common people, why are you shaken?" ”

"Is it wrong for a gentleman not to stand under a dangerous wall? Of course, there's nothing wrong with it, if you can't save people, you will put yourself in it, no matter how you look at it, it's not cost-effective. ”

"I don't know where you heard that, but I can tell you that the reason your Confucian practice is dissipated is that you don't really understand what Confucianism is, or you don't understand the meaning of what you say."

Xu Qing's body was shocked, and he looked down at himself in the water, extremely confused.

Sixty years ago, he came to this world by chance and appeared in this world as a little beggar.

He admired Confucianism in his original world, and he thought that Confucianism and Taoism were what he understood.

Now the man in front of him said he didn't understand at all.

On the surface of the endless lake, a gust of wind suddenly drifted, and the peach trees fell a few petals of peach blossoms, fell on the water, and disappeared without a trace.