Within a few days, the Confucian Society was actually launched.

First of all, the tone was set for answering questions and exchanging knowledge, so that everyone could rest assured.

Students with relatively mediocre qualifications have benefited a lot from it, and students with better qualifications have been able to expand their circle and earn face.

This is also thanks to the amazing action of Duanmu Ci, Yan Ziyuan and Zeng Shen.

They also represented the typical of the three classes, each of whom had a group of friends in his own circle, and it didn't take long to get a group of classmates.

However, everyone only felt that this was just a loose organization that answered questions and complemented each other, and even students with keen points were willing to devote themselves to the connections that Zhang Qing and Yu Wang had gathered together.

But when the word "Confucianism" reached the ears of the masters, they tasted something different.

The saints standing quietly on the shady mountain have different positions.

Zeng Sheng naturally agreed, and this was indeed a good thing for the future - Zhang Qinghe opened up a new model to promote cultural communication.

And most importantly......

His own descendants took the lead in it, and he couldn't say that he would be able to give the Zeng family a patriarchal hall.

Wang Xuan also quite recognized, his impression of Zhang Qinghe has always been good, and he has always regretted that he did not take him under his door, and now he has pulled up this school that makes a good impression, and listened to some words and deeds, only feel that there is a connotation, and some can even be passed down to the world.

"If you are a threesome, you must have my teacher. Choose those who are good and follow them, and change those who are not good......"

"Wonderful!"

He stroked his pale hair, and his saint's robe swayed with a hearty laugh.

"I am afraid that such remarks are a little contrary to the ancestral system. ”

Xu Shuyu saw that Xu Huaijin in front of him did not make a statement, and said in a flat tone.

"Besides, what those little dolls say about Confucianism is the knowledge of coexistence with heaven and earth. It seems to have deviated somewhat from the idea of the first saint to obey the heavens. ”

"Yes, yes, yes. ”

"From this point of view, what Xu Sheng said is indeed good!"

Several saints who were good friends with Xu Shuyu immediately echoed.

Wang Xuan was close to Li Shaobai, and he immediately saw what Xu Shuyu meant.

Regardless of whether those words were said by Li Shaobai, but Zhang Qinghe said that a "Mr. Shaobai" was properly labeled as Li Shaobai, and it is no wonder that he didn't like it.

He has always been at odds with Li Shaobai.

In other words, if Zhang Qinghe changes his words in the future and says "Mr. Grip Yu said", I am afraid that the tone of this group of people will also change immediately.

What kind of students are, the teacher's temperament is naturally the same. can teach a student with the temperament of Yulangjun, Xu Shuyu's ability to handle people is naturally first-class.

Xu Huaijin watched this group of old saints have a dispute because of a trivial matter of their juniors, and complained about their younger brother.

He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the old wounds and dull souls that had accumulated in his flesh, and sighed.

"Okay, there's no need to fight, the juniors' business, let them go. ”

"Brother, how can this be done, there can't be no rules in the school......" Xu Shuyu wanted to say something, but was swept by Xu Huaijin's indifferent eyes, and suddenly died down.

is not only a head shorter, for more than 700 years, whether it is talent, behavior, or personality, Xu Shuyu has been a little shorter than the brother in front of him.

The shorter he is, the more he wants to fight.

"Let's concentrate on consolidating the Heavenly God Forbidden this week! A while ago, I sent someone to the Xu family to take a look, and it seems that the matter of the little lady of the Li family cannot be finished, and there is an evil spirit escaping from the patriarch's demon shell.

The overhaul of the upper three realms is safe, but the masters of the middle three realms and the students of the lower realms are afraid that they will have to be carefully investigated.

No matter what their plan is, they always chase this mountain. ”

Wang Xuan was puzzled:

"It stands to reason that the evil qi entering the body should have occurred on the spot, and then immediately alienated, why did this Xu family young man enter Chang'an City...... I suddenly turned into an evil creature one night......"

"That's what worries me. The contemporary Holy Master paced in the void, and the worry between his eyebrows dissipated for a long time.

"We seem to have seen some kind of parasitic form of the demon shell that has never been seen before, capable of placing evil energy on people, and then exploding at a certain moment...... And it can't be said, in the process of sustenance, it also affects the host's mind.

That He Shaolang had a serious illness inexplicably, I'm afraid it wasn't Xu Shaolang who did anything to him. ”

If Zhang Qinghe was present, he would have been very surprised, this holy master actually relied on clues to speculate the situation to eight or nine, although there were differences, and he did not grasp the most core thing, but it was already very close.

Wang Xuan's eyes showed contemplation, affecting his mind......

He seemed to think of something, his pupils shrank, he glanced in the direction of the Provincial Pavilion, and suppressed his inner thoughts.

"In any case, please prepare as early as possible. ”

Xu Huaijin's body seemed to be weighing a thousand catties of burden, and he was already rickety, but he bowed again. His ravine-strewn old face was a mixture of sorrow and seriousness.

The saints nodded yes, Xu Huaijin looked at the mountain in front of him that was pure and peaceful during the day, like a blessed land of immortals, and his eyes flashed with deep worry......

On the other side, Li Shaobai came to Zhang Qinghe's courtyard.

Zhang Qinghe couldn't go to the foot of the back mountain, and the mission hall was not good for chatting, so Zhang Qinghe and this peach blossom courtyard were always Li Shaobai's resting place on weekdays.

"Confucianism, which one are you doing?"

"It's just a whim, and I made it out of play, and I can't take it seriously. Zhang Qinghe said with a smile.

Li Shaobai stared at Zhang Qinghe for a while, and his expression was rarely a little serious.

"Qinghe boy, I heard that you have defined the character of Confucianism, this characterization is amazing, and the sub-saints and saints all say that you want to create another context in the literature and Taoism as a supplement!

Who gave you hairy kids the guts?"

Zhang Qinghe smiled.

"Besides, those words and knowledge are all said by Mr. Shaobai, so what does it have to do with us low-level students?"

Zhang Qinghe was used to making jokes about Li Shaobai, and he said without scruples.

"Good boy, are you using me in a righteous way?"

Li Shaobai was amused.

"I don't know how much heirloom knowledge you have in your little brain, but since you gave me these things, you can't get them back from me!"

"That's okay!" Zhang Qinghe knew what Li Shaobai meant, he wanted to endorse Zhang Qinghe!

"I'm just going to thank you, sir!"

Zhang Qinghe solemnly bowed his hands, and his big sleeves were closed, like flowing water.

Li Shaobai is a little regretful, these days, I don't know when I will be able to see him to perform the discipleship ceremony.

"It's okay, Yan Shenghou's signboard was meant to be used!"

"By the way, I still have something I want to ask Mr. ......"

"Oh, what's the matter?"