While speaking, Lu Santong and his party had also walked to the lakeside and passed by the young man in white. www.biquge.infoHearing the words of this young man, Qu Baoshu immediately made a look of sudden realization, took off the folding fan from the back of his neck, and shook it lightly and said with a smile: "I see, I didn't expect this little brother to be a lover." You must know that the battle on Poyang Lake in the past can indeed be described as earth-shattering, ghostly crying, and there are indeed heroes in the process, which makes future generations feel refreshed. But I don't know who this little brother is paying tribute to at the lake at the moment, but is the former 'Reincarnation Zhuge 'Mr. Qingtian?, or is it the 'Immortal Pioneer' General Bi Wuzong Bi?"

Unexpectedly, when the young man in white heard these two names, his face suddenly showed a trace of disdain, and he snorted coldly. Qu Baoshu was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile: "In this way, could it be that he guessed wrongly? If the little brother is not thinking about these two people at the moment, who else can be the hero who became famous in the battle of Poyang Lake in the past? If it is the general Xie Fengxuan, or the current emperor, these two people are clearly still alive now, where can we talk about the word 'memorial'?"

Speaking of this, Qu Baoshu couldn't help but think about it, and asked tentatively: "Could it be that the little brother Linhu is remembering, is it the former leader of the rebel army, Li Jiusi, or Jiang Wangcai?"

I saw that the white-clothed young man glanced at Qu Baoshu with his gray-white eyes, and the look on his face was even more disdainful, and he said proudly: "The Confucian scholars in the world are really short-sighted, these individuals you so-called are just heroes created by the times, where is it worth mentioning? Not to mention that the sun rises and the moon sets, things change and the stars change, and the generations that belong to these people have long passed away with the flowing water, so where is it worth me to come to remember?" After a pause, he added: " I am not afraid of frightening you by saying this, but the people I am thinking about at this moment are not in the past, but in the future. ”

When the words fell, everyone was at a loss, and then laughed again, as if they were really "frightened" by the words of the young man in white. Seeing everyone's reaction, the white-clothed young man immediately sneered, simply stood up on the cobblestone by the lake, stretched out his hand to the vast Poyang Lake, and said loudly: "A hundred years later, the world will rise again, and the dynasty will fall." Just when the Son of Heaven was incompetent and the ministers were restrained, one person stepped forward and single-handedly summoned the soldiers and civilians who were like ants in a hot pot, and relied on a group of rabble to fight against the enemy's elite troops on this Poyang Lake. However, in just three days, the enemy army was scattered and wiped out, and then the society was destroyed and the people were saved from fire and water. ”

Speaking of this, the white-clothed young man's face, which had just been flushed with anger, had gradually been replaced by an unstoppable arrogance, and he continued to say loudly: "How can such a saint who supports the heavens and reverses the universe not make people yearn for it? I only hate that I was born more than a hundred years earlier, and I have no chance to compete with this saint face to face, so I can only sigh at the lake and do such a utopian act. ”

Xie Yixiang couldn't come back to her senses after saying this, and when she looked at the people around her, she also looked confused. The folding fan shaking in Qu Baoshu's hand had stopped at some point, but he still smiled on his face: "If you are a person a hundred years later, how did the little brother know?"

The white-clothed young man breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately said lightly: "I really don't know about the future, this is what the family teacher told me. So now, I can only come to Poyang Lake in person, near the lake to pay tribute to this saint a hundred years later. ”

Qu Baoshu was stunned and said, "Since this ...... This saint is a person a hundred years later, and he is naturally not born yet, so how can he talk about the word 'sacrifice'?" The white-clothed young man smiled coldly and said contemptuously: "Confucianism is shallow, you must know that no one has died in life since ancient times, even if it is a saint, in the end, he cannot escape the end of death, so whether it is before he is born or after his death, the sacrifice is the sacrifice, what is the difference." ”

Suddenly, the old man Qingzhu at the back of the team was also a little uncontrollable, and said: "Young people, don't bluff people, I have also read books for a few days...... Regardless of whether what your master said is true or not, even if there is really such a lonely person who calms the chaos a hundred years later, at best, he is just a master who strategizes and wins thousands of miles, and can even be called a 'strange person', but where is he worthy of the word 'saint'?" Little baby, could it be that your master made up a story to lull you to sleep, but you took it seriously?"

The white-clothed young man glared at Dai Qi fiercely, his eyes were even more arrogant, and he asked rhetorically: "If this person's learning is comparable to Confucius and Meng, who surrendered to the Five Tyrants, and comparable to Cheng Zhu, who innovated the Two Song Dynasty, not only inherits the past and opens up the future, but also carries forward the past and forges ahead into the future, becoming the victory or defeat of the future generations, and the success or failure of breaking the scroll, then this person is worthy of the word 'saint'?"

When everyone heard these words, they couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and shook their heads with smiles one after another. It is necessary to know that the two sages of Confucius and Mencius are the originators of Chinese learning through the ages, and Cheng Zhu of the Two Song Dynasty is carried forward on the basis of Confucius and Mencius, and his doctrine tends to be perfect, and then promoted to the world, all of them are sages who have left their names in history. To say that in the future generations, there is anyone who can compare with these four sages, it is simply nonsense and nonsense.

Seeing that the young man in white was as handsome as a jade carving, he was going to ask him about his teacher's origin, but when he heard this arrogant remark, he couldn't help but sigh, and said in his heart: "It's a pity, it's a pity, a handsome young man like this turned out to be a madman." As for Lu Santong on the soft sedan chair, he said lightly: "I still have important things to do, so I don't have to make extraneous branches." Since this little brother is here near the lake to pay respects, I don't dare to bother, so I won't say goodbye. ”

The white-clothed young man just sneered twice, and then ignored everyone at the moment, sat back on the cobblestone, turned his head to face the crowd, and sighed to himself: "I only hate that I was born more than a hundred years ago, and I can't compete with you, so I have to think about it here in the air, and ask questions and answers with these ants in vain." Alas, who am I happy with, the people of the world?"

Qu Baoshu couldn't help muttering: "Niubi, I think this kid probably has some problems with his brain. Nahai Yisu nodded slightly, but did not answer, and everyone immediately got up and walked forward, and continued to go north along the shore of Poyang Lake.

Xie Yixiang also walked forward with the team, and when he walked behind the young man in white, he suddenly seemed to have a heart in his heart, and he seemed to be enlightened, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "If you feel a little lonely in this world, you can come to me when you stay here." As soon as the words fell, the young man in white turned his head suddenly, staring at Xie Yixiang's eyes with a pair of gray-white eyes.

As soon as Xie Yixiang spoke, she was already surprised in her heart. At that moment, I felt as if I was in a dream, and I had a brief moment of involuntary self-determination, and then I said such a sentence inexplicably. At this moment, seeing the young man staring at his eyes, the pupils were clearly gray, very close to the color of the surrounding whites, at first glance, it seemed that there were no pupils, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of regret in my heart.

At that moment, Xie Yixiang had no choice but to smile, nodded slightly to the young man in white, and strode away. The young man in white didn't say anything, just stared at Xie Yixiang's back silently until the figures of the group all disappeared into the distance.

Even if Xie Yixiang thought about it and calculated it in a thousand ways, he would never have imagined that just because of his inexplicable words at the moment, he would be shocked by a thousand waves with one stone, and then caused a tragic situation of earth-shattering corpses and a sea of blood.