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Ye Bai is still dressed in black.

Sunset.

He always seems to be accompanied by the setting sun.

The remnant sun is like blood.

It is extremely beautiful, Ye Bai looked back at these Confucian disciples.

These Confucian disciples.

lowered his head, not daring to look at Ye Bai.

Then he raised his head and said with respect: "Little uncle, why teach me?"

Ye Bai coughed and said, "Life and death, supernatural powers, cultivation?"

"What do you want?"

He didn't just ask them.

And he was also asking Ye Bai himself.

Ye Bai's own answer in his heart was.

"One person, one sword, alone, is enough. ”

The disciples were silent.

At that time, they had some contempt for people like Ye Bai, and literati treated rude men, but now they have regarded Ye Bai as their real uncle.

Such a man of mind.

If they can't understand it anymore, then they might as well cultivate some demon method, why should they practice such a frank and unrestrained Confucianism?

"Cultivation?"

"Magical powers?"

"Life and death?"

Ye Bai may not have thought that such a small matter, which was almost in his life, would become a Confucian allusion.

I don't know how many years later.

All Confucian disciples.

After entering the door, you have to ask three questions.

Ask about life and death.

Ask the supernatural powers.

Ask Xiuwei.

To choose what they want to practice, to choose his perseverance, to choose the direction of his life, Ye Bai has also become the most unknowable, the most mysterious, and the strongest Confucian.

The Confucian Haoran Sword was cultivated by countless Confucian monks.

I want to see if I can reach the height of Ye Bai.

"Needless to say. ”

"It is enough for you to think about it. I am a person of Confucianism and Taoism, so I will protect Confucianism and Taoism, and Confucianism and Taoism will also make me grow, and you are the same as me. It would be nice if one day the cultivation became monstrous, and I didn't forget what I asked today. ”

After Ye Bai finished speaking, he turned around and left.

The figure is very chic.

Qingshan touched his fingers and said in a low voice: "What I want is supernatural powers, life and death." Morning news that the road can die, and the cultivation is.. What is the use of this cultivation I want, I can't be happy with revenge, I can't do what I do, even if I really cultivate to be monstrous, then I'm just a ruthless person. ”

Four disciples.

Also pensive.

Ye Bai walked into the distance, and then said to an old man who was sleeping heavily, "Teacher." ”

The old man is none other than Kong Zhong.

Kong Zhong smiled and said, "Three questions, good three questions." ”

Ye Bai was silent.

Suddenly, he said, "It's just a feeling." ”

"When you want to enter the foundation, do you know that if you don't build the foundation, you won't enter the immortal gate after all. The old man looked at Ye Bai and smiled.

Ye Bai said: "Wusheng has not yet realized. When you realize it, when you will enter the foundation, and besides, isn't the teacher also not having any cultivation?"

The old man nodded.

Suddenly, he said, "I am different from you. ”

The old man Shi Shiran left, his figure slowly disappeared in front of Ye Bai, the old man's figure suddenly stopped, and then said: "Come with me tomorrow to sort out some old things, "Spring and Autumn" and "Book of Songs" are still interesting." ”

Ye Bai nodded.

His cultivation has stagnated.

Because of kendo.

Kendo is not all in the sword, it still has to be touched, and those disorganized books are also good, and these books, which he had heard of in his previous life, are always much better than learning those musical instruments.

Ye Bai thought.

Nodding.

Kong Zhong.

Ye Bai thought about the name, then suddenly looked at the sky, and said in an imperceptible voice: "Maybe this is a more mythical earth. After Ye Bai finished speaking, he turned around and left.

............

Speechless all night.

He was already used to spending long nights in cultivation.

Clothed in starlight, with splendor.

And a little bit of starry hands.

He came to this Confucian scripture pavilion.

Where the old man was, leaning down, writing something, pen walking, extremely focused.

The old man once repaired "Poems", set "Rites" and "Music",

I don't know what this book is.

Ye Bai looked down.

The handwriting is extremely free.

It is still permissible to do evil in heaven, and it is not permissible to do evil in oneself.

.......

Annihilation of the Qukui, coercion and recklessness, old pollution and vulgarity, salty and new.

..........

The worry of the heart, if you follow the tiger's tail, is involved in spring ice.

........

People have the ability to do something, so that they are ashamed of their actions, and the state is prosperous.

The handwriting is smooth.

Almost without thinking, such thoughts are really full of thoughts, so that Ye Bai has a sense of uncertainty, Ye Bai looked at it for a while, Kong Zhong raised his head, and then coughed and said, "Why did you come so early?"

Ye Bai nodded.

He whispered, "This is Shangshu, right?"

He still has some understanding of some Confucian classics in his previous life, and when he asks at this moment, he also has some feeling of witnessing the birth of classics.

Kong Zhong frowned.

glanced at Ye Bai and said, "You kid, what do you want to say?"

"Shangshu?"

"You say so. . . Then that's the name. It's not bad.,Actually, I want to refer to some ancient anthologies again.,And then call a name again.,So it seems.. It seems to be comparative, in your words, it is more interesting to write, this book is actually divided into: "Yu Shu", "Xia Shu", "Shang Shu", "Zhou Shu". ”

Kong Zhong said.

Ye Bai felt very powerful inexplicably, and asked, "Teacher, you wrote these things overnight?"

Kong Zhong nodded.

Under Ye Bai's admiring eyes, Kong Zhong smiled a little embarrassedly: "It's okay, I'm not tired, cough cough, it's a mess, you understand, it's okay, it's okay, I'll be responsible for writing it anyway, and we won't memorize it in the future." It's okay to mess around, let future generations look at it. ”

Ye Bai's admiring gaze suddenly disappeared.

He was a little skeptical of any of the classics now.

The classics don't seem so sacred, they are classics when they look like them to posterity, but when they were written, what happened? I'm afraid no one knows about them.

Kong Zhong put down his pen.

Then he said: "Come and help me sort it out, there are those books in front, have you seen it?" There are ancient Yue countries in front, and there are many ancient countries, but they are all corroded by termites or time, and the handwriting inside is unclear, and it is difficult to distinguish, but... There are still references to Confucianism. ”

The old man wiped his chin.

The old man's chin is already covered with a white beard, and he is much older, but he also has the breath of some grandmasters.

Ye Bai nodded.

Kong Zhong wiped his hands and feet.

Said: "Your swordsmanship is good. ”

Ye Bai said: "En." It's still much worse than those sword immortals. ”

Ye Bai said as he walked towards that side, he was a little surprised, in front of him was an endless number of bookshelves, each of which had almost thousands of books on it, and there were hundreds of bookshelves.

They all stand horizontally in front.

Such a vast number of books.

It made Ye Bai feel a sense of shock.

Kong Zhong shook his head and said, "The Sword Immortal is the Sword Immortal, you are you, it's not right to say this." ”

Ye Bai nodded.

Kong Zhong twisted his waist, then took off a white robe and put on a linen dress, he looked up at Ye Bai, deep eyes, looked at Ye Bai and said, "Change into clothes, you are now the caretaker of this library." ”

Ye Bai nodded.

He was still very interested in the name of the library caretaker.

Because every caretaker of a library, that is, a librarian, is extraordinary.

Ye Bai smiled.

took off a black dress that he didn't know how long he had been wearing, then changed into the linen clothes, and wiped the dust in front of him with the feather duster handed over by Kong Zhong.

Kong Zhong coughed and pushed the door open.

"I'm old, and now it's the world of young people like you, so I'll hand over this room of books to you, by the way, after three months, don't forget to go out and participate in the Gathering of Immortals, because you may meet the people you want to see there." ”

Ye Bai glanced at Kong Zhong and said, "I will." ”

Kong Zhong nodded.

Turn and leave.

The sunlight shone obliquely around the old man, and there seemed to be a light appearing, and the black hair on his head was already mixed with silver hair.

The old man took a few steps.

The corners of his mouth twisted, and he laughed loudly: "Don't be afraid, kill anyone? ”

Ye Bai nodded.

Said to the back: "Thank you, teacher." ”

"I'm actually, not your teacher, actually... I didn't hand you over or anything, but I pushed you to the current state of this injury. The old man's voice was full of sighs, as if he thought of the old past many years ago.

Ye Bai was silent.

After a while, he said, "If you are a teacher for one day, then you will be my teacher." ”

"Haha. ”

"Hahaha. ”

The old man smiled heroically.

Squeak.

Pushing the door open, he turned to leave, his figure was extremely elegant, and with a flick of his sleeves, he raised patches of dust.

There is a feeling of looking up to the sky and laughing and going out.

...

Ye Bai turned around, and in front of him was a sea of books.

This is the process that he has to read and classify all of them in three months, which is a difficult process.

Start today.

The Confucian White Deer Academy here is missing a Confucian disciple who is out of place in black, murderous, and cold, but there is an extra librarian with a tired face and covered in dust.

All the disciples.

After seeing this person, they will whisper a word to uncle.

Sometimes this person will pay attention to one or two.

But sometimes.

But they were all tired, covered in dust, shuttling around this scripture pavilion....

Some disciples didn't understand why they had so much respect for a person who cultivated qi.

No one explained either.

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