The Dao Saint came in time and left simply, and before Lin Ze could fully react, he lost the figure of the Dao Saint in front of him.

Lin Ze glanced at the Confucian Sage standing in the air, and complained silently: Don't you worry about people going back on their word, this will take me away and seal me for ten or eight years?

If it is really as the Confucian sage said, Lin Ze has been thinking about it for ten years in the Jixia School Palace, and Western Qin will become a history that no one mentions.

As if sensing Lin Ze's gaze, the Confucian saint turned his head and looked over, and said indifferently: "For the sake of Master Li, this matter will not be pursued by this seat, if he learns that you killed a Confucian disciple by bullying the small, the ends of the earth will take your life." ”

Lin Ze smiled and replied: "Before that, I hope that the Confucian saint will remember to restrain the doorman, don't bully the small with the big first, do not do to others what you don't want, the words of the Confucian classics have also been heard below." ”

As soon as the words fell, a yellowed scripture appeared out of thin air and slammed into Lin Ze's chest.

"Click"

With the sound of ribs breaking in his chest, Lin Ze was directly knocked hundreds of meters away, and after barely controlling his body, he couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood.

The Confucian sage's indifferent voice sounded at the right time: "This Analect was written by my own hand in the early years of this seat, if you are interested, you can copy it again, go back and study it carefully, maybe you can understand some great ways from it, and benefit from it." ”

"In addition, the fact that this seat only promised not to pursue you for the crime of killing Confucian disciples does not mean that you can provoke this seat. Master Li instructed you to cultivate your self-cultivation and not to live up to his expectations. ”

The Analects written by the Confucian sage, the first of the Confucian sacred vessels?

Lin Ze grabbed it, the yellowed cover exuded a quaint atmosphere, and a strong sense of history came to his face.

The holy weapon has a spirit, Lin Zegang grabbed the "Analects" in his hand, and the sound of recitation automatically sounded in his ears, and Zi said: Learn and learn when you ...... learn.

Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, faith, and wisdom, countless fragments of the Great Dao related to Confucian ideas flashed in Lin Ze's mind and gradually hooked together.

Lin Ze had a feeling that if he let these fragments of the Great Dao condense and leave it alone, it wouldn't be long before he could passively realize a Confucian Dao through this "Analects".

For mortals under the realm of heaven and man, this is tantamount to a great opportunity, but for Lin Ze, this is more like an alternative "rape".

In the end, did you comprehend the Great Dao, or did someone else copy you?

What's more, with this kind of opportunity, who dares to guarantee that Confucianism did not set up a secret hand in it?

"Thank you for the teachings of the Confucian saints. ”

A crazy smile appeared on Lin Ze's face, his fingers were slightly forced, and the power of the Heavenly Dao in his body frantically poured into the Analects, smoothing out the fragments of the Great Dao related to Confucian ideas and returning them to nothingness.

The holy weapon has a spirit, and the Analects seemed to sense the danger, and a burst of dazzling white light appeared, blocking Lin Ze's heavenly power from the cover.

Lin Ze was a powerhouse in the third realm of heaven and man who was destined to return, how could he be willing to lose to a book, even if the book was closely related to Confucianism.

Lin Ze blatantly colluded with the Mandate of Heaven, and the Dao of Self appeared behind him, and a large amount of Heavenly Dao power followed Lin Ze's body, frantically impacting the "Analects" in his hand.

The white light that erupted from the Analects dissipated most of it in an instant, like fire meeting water.

Just when Lin Ze wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, he suddenly felt that his hand was light, and at first glance, the "Analects" in his hand disappeared.

The angry voice of the Confucian saint sounded in his ears: "Treat the classics like this, and you can't carve them." ”

Lin Ze looked up and saw that Confucian Sheng was carefully repairing the damage to the cover of the Analects.

Lin Ze sneered: "Didn't the Confucian Sage say that he wanted to borrow me to copy it again? Why are you in a hurry to take it back? If you don't want to pass it on to the outside world, why be capricious?"

Before the Confucian Sage could react, Zhuang Zhou, who was standing on the side, was anxious, and hurriedly came to Lin Ze, and persuaded with a look of hatred that iron could not become steel: "Senior brother don't say a few words, why do you have to ask for hardship?"

Lin Ze said with a calm expression: "Justice is at ease in the hearts of the people, right and wrong, and it should be judged by others." ”

When the Confucian sage heard this, the action of repairing the "Analects" suddenly stopped, stretched out his right hand and covered his hand downward, and a handprint of hundreds of zhang in size appeared above Lin Ze's head, and the bright sky darkened a little.

Sensing that danger was coming, Lin Ze's hair stood on end, and his body retreated, trying to dodge the blow.

However, no matter how Lin Ze dodged, he couldn't escape from the scope of the Confucian Sage's blow, as if he was locked.

Just as Lin Ze held his breath and concentrated his strength, struggling to resist this blow with all his might, the Dao Saint's figure suddenly appeared, and the palm that the Confucian Saint had conjured out of was pushed away.

"Lin Ze, what are you still doing here, isn't it embarrassing enough?"

Dao Sheng looked at Lin Ze, his face was cold, and he reprimanded.

Although he said this to Lin Ze, no one dared to be sure who the Dao Sheng was actually reprimanding.

Lin Ze breathed a sigh of relief slightly, it seemed that Dao Sheng had been paying attention to him, and the next plan didn't seem to be so difficult.

He bowed and said, "Returning to the teacher, the Confucian saint wants to teach the disciple Confucianism, and the disciple ......."

Lin Ze deliberately stopped the topic halfway through, leaving room for reverie.

Dao Sheng turned his head to look at the Confucian Sage and said, "The Confucian Sage has a heart." ”

The Confucian saint replied without changing his face: "In the past, Master Li selflessly preached to me, and today I report to Master Li to pass on the disciples, drinking and pecking, it is really determined by heaven, and Master Li does not have to mind." ”

Dao Sheng looked at the Confucian Sage and said meaningfully: "The disciples of the poor Dao Professor have always been reluctant to fake others, only this time, I hope that the Confucian Sage will not overstep his bounds. ”

The Confucian sage smiled and said: "Since Master Li has spoken, I will not do anything like this again, please rest assured that Master Li." ”

Dao Sheng bowed his head lightly, and said to Zhuang Zhou, who was watching from the sidelines: "Zhuang Zhou, be optimistic about your little junior brother, you should be discouraged, don't let him do ridiculous things." ”

Zhuang Zhou's expression was awe-inspiring, and he bowed down and responded: "The disciple obeys." ”

Dao Sheng waved his hand and said: "If there is nothing else, you two will step back first, as the teacher still has a few words to talk to the Confucian Sheng." ”

"Nuo" Zhuang Zhou responded, hurriedly stepped forward, and dragged Lin Ze to leave in the direction of the Western Qin camp.

Lin Ze let Zhuang Zhou drag him, but his eyes never left the direction where the Dao Saint and the Confucian Saint were, but his face was contemplative, and he didn't know what to think about.

After Lin Ze and Zhuang Zhou left, Dao Sheng waved his hand and arranged a formation to isolate listening, and said indifferently: "In the world of great contention, it is understandable to compete for opportunities, and it is better to use a little less of it." ”

The Confucian sage pretended not to understand the words of the Taoist saint, and asked rhetorically: "What does Master Li mean by this?"

Dao Sheng smiled softly: "What kind of avenue is Lin Ze, let him understand it by himself, don't interfere easily, so as not to have unpredictable consequences." ”

The Confucian shook his head: "I still don't understand." ”

Dao Sheng sighed slightly, and a wisp of righteous qi flickered in his fingertips.

"Do you understand this?"

Dao Sheng looked at the Confucian Sage and asked seriously.