After cultivating for a breakthrough, Lin Ze returned to the camp refreshed, and looked at the busy soldiers, which was also very pleasing to the eye.

So Lin Ze found Qianyuan, asked a few words, and issued a military order that everyone was happy with, and there was enough meat to eat at night, and the three armies were rewarded.

After hearing the news, the soldiers of the Qin army showed a heartfelt smile on their faces, and the speed of building the camp suddenly increased by three percent.

Seeing this, Lin Ze just smiled, for ordinary soldiers, one meal is enough, which is better than the motivational effect of any words.

Suddenly, Lin Ze's poetry in his arms was hot, and he faintly pointed in one direction.

Lin Ze thought about it, took it out of his arms, and spread it out in his hands.

I saw this quaint book of poetry floating in the air and slowly flying in one direction.

A trace of doubt flashed in Lin Ze's eyes, relying on his cultivation in the realm of grandmasters, he was not afraid of ordinary people, and did not forcibly leave the scriptures of poetry, but planned to follow the past to see what was going on.

......

Mangdang Mountain, an unknown peak, Meng Hao put an altar on the top of the mountain, and the whole person was babbling, not knowing what he was talking about.

Soon, Meng Hao's eyes lit up, and he shouted in the southwest direction: "Return quickly." ”

In his senses, the thing that connected with him immediately moved slowly.

Meng Hao frowned, and muttered to himself: "No, according to the method taught to me by my uncle, I shouldn't move so slowly, is it because I am not familiar with the secret method?"

Thinking of this, Meng Hao couldn't help frowning, if he only had this speed, he might not be able to maintain it for so long, and recall it.

A trace of worry appeared on Meng Hao's face, if he really lost the Book of Poetry, even if he saved the True Emperor, I am afraid that he would have to die alone in the Punishment Mountain.

At present, I can only pin all my hopes on the secret method taught by my uncle, and only hope to successfully recall it.

"That young grandmaster, there shouldn't be a means to keep the Book of Songs, right?" Meng Hao maintained the secret method, and a terrifying thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

Then Meng Hao shook his head vigorously, impossible, Uncle Shi said that if he was not born in Confucianism, even if he was a strong person in the Grandmaster realm, he would die from the Book of Poetry, and there would never be an accident.

Half an hour later, Meng Hao only felt shaky, and cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, as if he had been emptied of his body.

However, Meng Hao still insisted on running the secret method, and kept cheering himself: "It's almost fast, the Book of Poetry is about to be called back." ”

Suddenly, Meng Hao raised his head violently, looked ahead, and saw an ancient book floating in the air, wasn't it the Book of Poetry that he had never forgotten?

Meng Hao couldn't help but burst into tears, his hard work paid off, and he finally didn't have to worry about dying alone in Punishment Mountain.

Seeing the return of the Book of Poetry, Meng Hao's momentum was discharged, and the whole person couldn't hold on anymore and collapsed to the ground.

Without Meng Hao's traction, the Book of Poetry floating in the air suddenly lost its direction, turned around in place, and fell to the ground.

Meng Hao was startled and wanted to step forward to grab the fallen Book of Poetry, but because he was weak, he could only watch.

At this time, a fair-skinned and slender hand appeared in Meng Hao's eyes, and he grasped the Book of Poetry steadily.

"It turns out that you are making trouble, Ben Hou thought there was something terrible," Lin Ze looked at Meng Hao and said with a disappointed expression.

Meng Hao looked at Lin Ze who suddenly appeared with a shocked face, and exclaimed, "How could it be you?"

Lin Ze raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Why can't it be me?"

Meng Hao knew that he was speechless, and a thousand thoughts turned in his mind, and then he said cautiously: "To Your Excellency, the Confucian Holy Rite Vessel is of great use, can Your Excellency return it to its original owner?"

Lin Ze just smiled and didn't speak.

Meng Hao's heart suddenly burst out, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I am willing to exchange things with Your Excellency, I don't know what Your Excellency wants, natural treasures, or martial arts?"

Lin Ze said indifferently: "Let's make a deal, Ben Hou wants to know what the situation of Confucianism is now, if it is really as you said, Confucianism is so powerful, why did Zhou Qingchen and others die tragically for no reason?"

Meng Hao's face changed slightly: "You want to inquire about my Confucian secrets?"

Lin Ze said disapprerovingly: "You can also choose not to say it." ”

Meng Hao suddenly fell into a dilemma, if he didn't say it, he obviously couldn't get back the Book of Poetry, and if he said it, it would be a leak of his own secrets, and it was really difficult to choose.

Lin Ze glanced at Meng Hao indifferently, took the Book of Poetry into his arms, turned around and left.

Meng Hao was anxious, and hurriedly shouted, "Your Excellency, slow down." ”

"Have you thought about it?" asked Lin Ze without looking back.

Meng Hao gritted his teeth and said in a heart: "I am willing to reveal some secrets to you, just ask you to keep your promise and return the Book of Poetry to you." ”

Lin Ze turned around and found a place to sit cross-legged, quietly waiting for Meng Hao to speak.

Meng Hao sighed slightly, and said: "Back then, the Confucian saint disappeared, and the disciples of the Confucian saint sect gradually quarreled because of different concepts. ”

"Xun Kuang, Zigong, Yan Hui, Meng Ke and others, each with their own unique achievements, their disciples, and no one obeys anyone, claiming to be Confucian orthodoxy all day long, and denigrating others as fallacies and heresies. ”

After several twists and turns, the controversy ended with Xun running away, Zigongyan returning to seclusion, and Meng Ke succeeding Confucianism as the second generation of Confucian suzerain. ”

After this change, many Confucian disciples who studied the classics with peace of mind were extremely disappointed with the demi-saints and left one after another, which led to the decline and decline of Confucianism. ”

Even if Asheng Mengke succeeded to the throne, he would not be able to keep them. Yasheng was deeply saddened by this and made a major decision to divert Confucianism. ”

"Yasheng established a hidden school palace in an unknown place, specifically to house those Confucian disciples who were willing to devote themselves to studying Confucian classics, and established a Jixia school palace in Qi to house Confucian disciples who debated the Tao. ”

"Before Yasheng left, he left a warning that the disciples of the Jixia Academy Palace would never be allowed to enter the Hidden World Academy. If a disciple of the Hidden World Academy wants to go out, after obtaining the permission of the teacher, he will be sent out by the master of the Academy Palace, and he will never be allowed to return. ”

"In the next just belong to the people of the Hidden World Palace, Your Excellency said that Zhou Qingchen and others theoretically belong to the line of the Jixia School Palace, according to the ancestral teachings, the Hidden World Palace must not interfere in foreign affairs, so no one has made a move. ”

"Even the matter of Emperor Qin's burning of books and pit Confucianism, in the Hidden World Palace, only the palace master and a few great Confucians knew about it, and it was only after he was born that he learned about it. ”

I see, Lin Ze nodded slightly, and then asked, "In that case, why were you born again?"

Meng Hao paused for a moment when he heard this, a trace of struggle appeared on his face, and he said helplessly: "Three months ago, Yasheng suddenly issued an edict asking the Academy Palace to send someone to assist the True Emperor and open a new dynasty. ”

Lin Ze suddenly captured the key point: "You mean that Meng Ke is still alive in the world?"

Meng Hao's face turned red: "Of course the ancestor is still alive in the world, otherwise how could he have issued an edict?"

Ancestor?Lin Ze remembered Meng Hao's surname, and suddenly felt that it should be so, otherwise why would he, Meng Hao, control the Book of Poetry?

"You know where they're hiding. How many people?" Lin Ze asked.

Meng Hao thought for a while and said: "No one knows where they are or how many they are, and it is not clear, but Xun Jing, Zigong, Yan Hui and others must be alive like their ancestors." ”

Lin Ze swallowed his saliva and asked, "Do you know what realm they are?"

"Half-saint," Meng Hao replied naturally.

Lin Ze couldn't help but darken his face: "I've only heard of the Divine Soul Realm, the Heavenly and Human Immortal Realm, but I don't know which realm the demi-saint belongs to?"

Meng Hao looked at Lin Ze with a strange expression: "Since it is a half-saint, it is naturally different from these realms, but it is not clear what the difference is." ”

"In the Hidden World Academy, how many powerhouses are there above the Grandmaster Realm?" Lin Ze asked.

Meng Hao's face showed a hint of embarrassment and said, "There is no one else in the School Palace except for the palace master and the two grandmaster realm powerhouses. ”

Lin Ze nodded slightly, which explains why it was Meng Hao of the Six-Rank Peak Realm who was sent to assist Liu Ji, not the Grandmaster Realm, and it turned out that Confucianism did not have too many Grandmaster Realm powerhouses.

"Last question, what does the birth of the sage refer to, Meng Ke, are they going back?" Lin Ze asked.

At this time, Meng Hao had already broken the jar, and replied quickly: "That's right, in addition to saying that the ancestor assisted the True Emperor, he also faintly expressed this meaning. ”

"Did you say how long it will take to return?" Lin Ze asked.

"Didn't you say the last question?" Meng Hao muttered, looking at Lin Ze's face, he immediately replied: "The palace master said that within a few years, the specific time is not clear. ”

Lin Ze listened and breathed a sigh of relief slightly, as long as it wasn't now, otherwise Liu Ji wouldn't have to go against the sky?

No, I have to kill Liu Ji before the Confucian sages come.

Meng Hao looked at Lin Ze and said cautiously: "Your Excellency has answered all of your questions truthfully, your Excellency should fulfill your promise, right?"

Lin Ze waved his hand and said, "Well, no problem, you can go." ”

Meng Hao's face froze, and he said hurriedly: "Didn't Your Excellency promise to return the Book of Poetry to you?"

Lin Ze said with a blank face: "Who promised to give you the Book of Songs, Ben Hou only said to make a deal and exchange your life for the secret you know." ”

"For the sake of your cooperation, Ben Hou keeps his promise and lets you live, is there any problem?"

Meng Hao's face was sluggish, thinking back to every word Lin Ze had said, as if he had really never agreed to return the Book of Poetry to himself.

However, Meng Hao was naturally unwilling to accept this result and wanted to argue with Lin Ze, but found that Lin Ze's whole person had long since disappeared.