Duanmu Ci and the others savored the aftertaste of these scriptures, revealing a deep groan.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I realized this sentence, and the efficiency of Xinhu extracting spiritual breath is half a step faster.

Among the three of them, Zeng Shen, who was about to break through to the Fa Phase, had a trace of doubt on his face, and his spirit vaguely caught a trace of Tao and reason wandering above the heart lake, which was elusive.

But he hadn't practiced the new exercises, and it was impossible for him to break through a certain Dao rule—that was the realm of the Upper Three Realms.

He only felt that the faint Dao and the mystery of the reason were very strange, exuding an indescribable peace of mind, as well as a vast righteousness.

This kind of majestic Zhou Zheng felt like heaven and earth that he had never heard of, and it was different from any skill he had usually come into contact with.

Could it be that there is some kind of amazing avenue of heaven and earth in the arts and sciences?

The three of them thought of each other, and each had an idea in their hearts, and they shook their hands.

Duanmu Ci smiled and remained silent, making people sigh that he was a scholar with an elegant family style.

"Since Brother Zhang provoked this teacher-student argument today, then the idea of arguing with each other and doubting should start waiting?"

"Brother Zhang and Brother Wang have deep insights and high intentions, Ziyuan is far inferior, and please give me advice!"

Yan Ziyuan was born in a poor family, his cultivation qualifications are middle to high, and his entry is like Zhang Qinghe, with poor resources and a few steps late. Besides, he is not a Taoist fetus, and he has no background, so he is not taken seriously.

But he boasts that Wendao is not weaker than others, but when I see it today, the reason why Tianjiao is really Tianjiao is Tianjiao.

Besides, this way seems to be able to help him practice.

"This is exactly what Shen means, if Brother Zhang's idea can be implemented, it should be a great prosperity for my school. ”

Zeng Shen looked solemn at this moment, and returned to that serious appearance.

Zhang Qinghe was a little funny, if he hadn't known the inner thoughts of these three people, he would have almost believed it.

At this moment, under the surprised eyes of the three people, Wang Zhixin, who had always been reluctant to communicate too much with these people, actually opened his mouth-

"That's what the three brothers said. ”

Not only Zhang Qinghe, but also a few other people, their faces were also a little surprised.

I didn't expect the little saint to be involved in this.

Zhang Qinghe knew this in his heart, after those spiritual ties connected Duanmu Ci and the others, Wang Zhixin himself really felt it.

He seemed to think of something, and his expressionless face was more solemn.

This is the intention of the Taisu Venerable, to make him fulfill the responsibility of preaching, and deliberately open the door!

The teacher is amazing!

Wang Zhixin began to make several offerings to Taisu in his heart.

He also clearly sensed the benefits of preaching to his soul just now, which was a great thing that helped him in his cultivation.

However, the source of this form ......

Wang Zhixin looked at Zhang Qinghe's face strangely, with three points of surprise, three points of reverence, three points of hesitation, and a point of deeply buried inexplicable thoughts.

Zhang Qinghe noticed Wang Zhixin's strange scrutiny, but he pretended to be calm, his face did not change, he just lightly returned the salute to a few people, and ignored Wang Zhixin at all.

You can give me a guess.

However, a temptation that was supposed to throw away the burden of scripture happened to be the reason for his plan.

Qinghe consciously has shallow literary talents, but he has listened to a few more sobering words under Mr. Shaobai's door, and his own perception is not as wonderful as everyone here. ”

Zhang Qinghe wanted to be promoted first, the old Tai Chi master was over, and when he saw that a few people were going to persuade him again, he spoke.

"But Brother Wang is different, Brother Wang's family is very knowledgeable, whether it is cultivation or literature, he has his own understanding, if he has the help of Brother Wang, I can also open this idea. ”

Duanmu Ci and the other three looked at Wang Zhixin again, and were relieved to see that he was noncommittal.

It seems that the right road is in front of you, how can you be willing to give up?

Wang Zhixin held the pen and wrote unhurriedly on the jade book, as if he was so wooden, the previous shock had dissipated, and he had obviously adjusted his mentality early.

However, Zeng Shen was a false serious, and asked with some hesitation-

"If I wait like this, will I be suspicious of forming a party?"

Duanmu Ci and Yan Ziyuan immediately looked at him complainingly.

Zeng Shen smiled, a little weak-hearted.

It's not that he is not smart and wants to ruin the atmosphere, but he is really afraid of his old man, if he can't get an explanation from Zhang Qinghe, he will help Zhang Luo up this matter together, I am afraid that he will be punished.

Zhang Qinghe stood up suddenly, put down his wine glass and paced in the courtyard.

The peach blossoms fell slowly with the wind, sticking to the shoulders of this handsome young man, and the light Danzhu in the center of his eyebrows, his eyes lit up.

"No! We will not form a party, do not engage in personal gain, do not engage in interest exchanges, do not intrigue with each other, do not attack each other, do not use words as swords, and do not provoke fights!

Only on academics, only for the avenue, is for the society!"

The three of them were suddenly convinced—yes, no matter what the actual situation is, let's just say that to the outside world! And it's also a gimmick, which can attract more people to agree.

They can also gain a lot of contacts through these words.

"What a school!"

Even Yan Ziyuan, who has always been introverted, was amazed.

"That's as it should be!"

"Wonderful!"

Wang Zhixin silently wrote in the jade book for a while, and slowly raised his head.

"Then please ask Brother Zhang to give us a name for this society?"

Zhang Qinghe blurted out without thinking -

"Confucian!"

This word is like a thousand equals, echoing between heaven and earth, faintly sounding some kind of ancient ritual music, intending to fix ghosts and gods, promote humanity, and suppress peace, but it is suppressed by some mysterious power.

When Wang Zhixin heard these words, his body and mind were shocked, his body trembled silently, and the pen in his hand fell to the ground, inexplicably bursting into tears.

The spiritual bond did not shine greatly, nor did it feed back to the soul, as if the word "Confucianism" contained an unbearable righteousness of heaven and earth, but it was forcibly suppressed by partial birth.

The other three were a little confused.

"Dare to ask Brother Zhang, what is Confucianism?"

"There is an understanding in ancient texts, Confucianism, and warlocks, why did Brother Zhang take this word?"

Zhang Qinghe smiled dumbly.

"The people who pass through the heavens and the earth are called Confucian!

Confucianism, win the people with the Tao!

Confucianism can convince people according to their words!

Confucianism is the study of the coexistence of man and heaven and earth, so that people know how to establish their lives between heaven and earth!"

Good...... What a big breath......

Duanmu Ci and the other three were a little stunned, but then their hearts stirred, such a doctrine might be comparable to the first saints, and send them to the ancestral hall!

None of them felt that it was impossible, because Zhang Qinghe and Wang's persistent heavenly capital chased after the ancestors.

Moreover, there are such mysterious mysteries and mysteries, which can promote the great power of cultivation!

"Okay, then we will become here in the future, Confucianism!"

As soon as the three words "Confucian Society" came out, a thunder exploded between heaven and earth, as if an irrepressible force was churning......