The old man was still drinking tea.

A middle-aged man with a Confucian sword gave a teacher salute first, and then said, "Teacher." ”

The old man said, "I chose him." ”

The middle-aged man was silent and pondered for a moment.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "How can he protect my Confucianism? ”

"Maybe not today, but not a thousand years from now, you know, you know, we are fighting for the Taoist system, not petty profits. The old man said. "The shackles of kendo are not unbreakable. ”

The middle-aged man looked at the sky, did not answer, and said stupidly: "The hundred sects in Zhongzhou are contending, and my Confucianism must share a piece of luck, otherwise the disciples of Confucianism will be dwarves after all, so what can we talk about helping the world and opening peace for all generations." ”

"What about the man you chose?"

"I chose my disciples naturally. ”

"Tsing Yi can take on it. ”

The middle-aged man said.

The old man looked at his disciple who had been standing respectfully outside the nursery and said, "I heard that there are still twenty-five years, and it is the Gathering Immortals Society, so let's take that one and divide it." The old man said, his eyes looking at the horizon.

The middle-aged man said, "Sun Ce has retreated, and the teacher is resting." ”

The old man said, "It would be nice if you six junior disciples were here." Back then, I was just Mr. Lu Guoyi, and you were just a naughty boy in the village, and I didn't have such a thorough knowledge, but I didn't have Shouyuan, and you didn't have such arrogance, where do you know what Confucianism. ”

The middle-aged man "Sixth Senior Brother" was silent.

His eyes appeared a smiling young man who was always dressed in light blue clothes, and their teacher, that is, the old man in front of him, comprehended the world and the world, inherited and pioneered, and founded Confucianism, which was to travel and study.

Qin.

Clear.

Wei.

The imprints left everywhere, and even went to Zhongzhou Datang, but where were they besieged by bandits and bandits, at that time, his master still did not seal the method of cultivation, only the six junior disciples had force, if it weren't for the six junior brothers, they would probably all be dead.

Therefore, they all had a kind of apology, even great guilt, for the only disciple of the six senior disciples.

"Ten years. ”

"Maybe I can turn this body into a cultivator, at that time, the world naturally has a place for us, at that time, naturally let me protect you, I don't need to pass on this whole body memory, in exchange for a thousand years of guardians, if not, I will definitely strengthen Confucianism." The old man said with emotion.

His eyes were dark.

"The disciple is incompetent. ”

The middle-aged man suddenly knelt down and kowtowed.

"I don't blame you, it's my ideal to help the world, and you are all dragged down by me, an old man. ”

"If it weren't for the master, where would there be me, if it wasn't for the master, where would there be the Lu Confucianism, if it wasn't for the master, where would there be Sun Ce"

"Don't mention it, step down, ten years of life and death, I'll also take a look at what this world has. The old man said, closing his eyes, and the disciple retreated in a sense of interest.

That disciple that Ye Bai saw for the first time when he came to Confucianism.

That is, that Zhao Qingshan, who was respectfully outside the door at the moment, watching his master come and go without speaking, walking silently, this person said: "Thirty years of gathering immortals, you go and participate." ”

Tsing Yi nodded.

There are also some young people's desire to win

Ye Bai's figure also slowly faded.

He looked at it and smiled.

There is no hostility, there is a desire to fight.