My Confucian Father

Chapter 10 I have never seen such a brazen person

Leaving the waterfall viewing platform, Su Mu was in a state of confusion.

Compared with the embarrassment of almost dying, the coincidences that just happened at the poetry meeting made him feel even more uneasy.

"Wangya Mountain Waterfall" is "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall".

The grading system of Yashan Academy.

Those few well-known famous quotes from previous lives.

And Huo Yuanjia's name...

In this world, they are all created by Confucian saints!
How could there be such a coincidence in the world?
"Perhaps it's no coincidence."

Su Mu was talking to himself, with complicated eyes and strong anxiety.

He couldn't imagine what would happen to him if the conjecture in his heart was confirmed.

If the things that happened at the poetry meeting were just picked out separately, they could still be explained by coincidence; but when he reacted, connected them all together and looked at them again, it couldn't be explained by coincidence.

Unless his father, a Confucian sage, was a traverser who traveled earlier than him, he would know these things!

But now Su Mu is not completely sure, he needs more evidence to prove his guess.

The best way is undoubtedly to look for the traces left by Confucian saints in this world, such as his poems and songs, his detailed life experience, what he said, and so on.

Confucian sage is the most famous saint in the world, there must be a lot of information about him, and the Library Pavilion of Yashan Academy is the best place to look up information.

This is also the first time for Su Mu to learn more about Confucian saints.

It's only been a few days since he traveled here. These days, he has been busy learning various etiquette rules and understanding the general history of this world. Why would he want to study his father's life story?
But now he had to find out.

If a Confucian sage is confirmed to be a time traveler, and at the same time discovers that he is also a time traveler, how will he treat himself?
Would he think that his soul had come to take away his son, and he would directly let his soul fly away in a fit of anger?

Will he kill himself because he knows the secret of his traverser?
Su Mu didn't dare to think about it, and ran all the way to Zangshu Pavilion.

Zhao Ming and the red-haired bird were chasing after each other, while the other was flying in the sky.

"Stop! Steal Master Bird from my limelight, Master Bird, I want to settle accounts with you!" The big red-haired bird quacked endlessly.

At the poetry meeting just now, everyone was paying attention to Su Mu, and they ignored him, which made him very angry.

Su Mu didn't understand that this is a cheap bird, and now his heart is full of investigating whether the Confucian saint is a time traveler.

Soon he came to Zangshu Pavilion.

There is a desk at the door of the library, and an old Confucian scholar with gray hair and reading glasses is reading a book. Perhaps because of his poor eyesight, his face is almost stuck on the book.

Just as Su Mu was about to go in, he was stopped by the old Confucian scholar: "Wait, show your student ID card!"

Student card……

Su Mu's eyes moved again, and these details made him more convinced of the guess in his heart.

"Mr., the student has just entered school today and has not yet received his student ID card. Can I go in first? I only look up information in the library, and do not borrow books."

Su Mu looked sincere and authentic.

But the old Confucian scholar didn't listen to these reasons, and said rigidly: "Without a student card, you can't go in."

Su Mu fell into a dilemma for a while.

Just when he was hesitating whether to go to Li Boyan to apply for a student ID first, the old Confucian scholar looked him up and down, and suddenly said, "That's all, let's go in."

"Thank you, old sir!"

Su Mu was overjoyed. Although he didn't know why the other party agreed suddenly, it was good to be able to go in anyway.

After bowing to the old Confucian scholar, Su Mu strode in.

While the old Confucian scholar looked at Su Mu's back, his eyes stayed on the seal hanging on his waist.

"It turned out to be his son..."

The old Confucian scholar muttered, then continued to read.

The Library Pavilion of Yashan Academy is the largest library library in the entire Dayan Dynasty, boasting a collection of tens of millions of books.

After Su Mu entered, he couldn't help being shocked by the magnificence of the place. The bookshelves were tens of meters high, and the entire Library Pavilion was full of literary and grandeur.

Military, law, medicine, Confucianism, and even the classics of Buddhism and Taoism can be seen here, with clear labels and clear distinctions.

There is no one in charge of taking care of the Library Pavilion, but there are finger-sized little people in Confucian robes and high crowns jumping back and forth between the bookshelves.

"What are these things?"

Su Mu has never seen these little people, so he doesn't know what they are.

"These are all demons, barely considered monsters, but they are not aggressive. They like to hide in books to absorb literature."

"Many, many literati like to raise a book chil, but they are born with the ability to distinguish between good and evil, and those who are not honest in mind cannot be raised."

"You tell them what book you want to find, and they will naturally find it for you."

Su Mu suddenly heard a lazy voice.

Turning his head to look, it turned out to be a big red-haired bird. This guy got in somehow and squatted on his shoulder.

Seeing Su Mu looking at him, the big red-haired bird stared and said, "What are you looking at, have you never seen a reading bird? You think everyone is as ignorant as you."

"Now you know how knowledgeable I am, Mr. Bird? My old bird family is very knowledgeable, but I have a scholarly family..."

Su Mu rolled his eyes, not in the mood to listen to the big red-haired bird showing off, walked to a small book, and said, "Please help me find all the books written by Confucian sages, as well as the books that record the life and deeds of Confucian sages." .”

"grumble!"

Shu Chi nodded his head, and then the Shu Chi in the entire Zangshu Pavilion became busy.

Book after book was moved in front of Su Mu.

Seeing this, the big red-haired bird sneered: "You are only starting to study now? It's too late. If you have the skills, you might as well please Master Niao. Master Niao protects you!"

"If you don't shut up, I'll tie you up and throw you into the crowd of roosters fed with aphrodisiacs. Do you believe it?"

"Master Mu is joking, you and I are both scholars, don't be so vulgar, otherwise there is no difference from that Zhao Ming."

Su Mu didn't bother to pay attention to it, and looked at the book in front of him.

The first book in front of him was "Selected Poems of Confucian Sages", which he couldn't wait to open and read.

A majestic poem came into his eyes.

""Qinyuanchun·Snow" was written by Confucian sage Guan Xue when he was 16 years old. After the poem was completed, the vision was ten thousand miles away."

"Northern scenery, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow!"

"Snapped--!"

Su Mu closed the book directly, his eyes darkened.

There is no need to continue to read the rest, just this one poem has really hammered the identity of Confucian sage traveler!

And there is a high probability that they will be traversers after the 20s.

Su Mu took a deep breath, then his eyes became firm again, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I want to see how many poems you have copied! I don't believe you can finish all of them!"

After finishing speaking, he spread out the book again and turned over the pages.

""Sapphire Case · Yuan Xi"."

""The Difficulty of the Liang Road"."

""Will Enter the Wine"."

""Water Tune Getou When Will the Moon Come""

""Like a Dream Order Last Night's Rain and Wind Sudden"... I will marry your mother! Also copy the poems written by women?"

Su Mu really couldn't bear to read it anymore, and at the same time felt sad, according to the thickness of this selection of poems, his father, a Confucian saint, probably copied all the well-known poems.

No way of life is left for future generations!

"You only know how to copy poems? It's really shameless to be a Confucian saint!"

Su Mu cursed secretly, heartbroken.

If it were changed, he would never copy it. How could such a thing as copying poems and articles be done by scholars?
With a critical attitude, Su Mu put down the selected poems and picked up other books to continue reading.

Well, The Wealth of Nations.

With a blank expression on his face, Su Mu put down The Wealth of Nations, picked up the third book, and the three big characters of "Protracted War" appeared in front of his eyes.

Followed by the fifth book, the sixth book.

Journey to the West, Outlaws of the Marsh, Romance of the Five Kingdoms, Dream of a Brothel, Golden Scale...

Su Mu took one after another. At this moment, his heart was as calm as a lake. No matter how outrageous the "Confucian sage works" appeared in front of him, he could already take it lightly.

There is only one question in my mind: How did you, a Confucian saint, be able to remember so much content?Could it be that he brought the library across time?

Until he opened the "Biography of Confucian Sages", Su Mu's expression changed again.

The biography of Confucian saints records the main deeds of Confucian saints' lives, including descriptions of Confucian saints breaking through the realm of saints.

"...The Sages of Soldiers and the Sages of Law are pressing forward every step of the way. The battle is so dark that the Confucian Saints have not yet been sanctified. If they lose to the two Saints, they are about to retreat."

"But at this moment, the sage of Confucianism suddenly ascended to the sky in one step, standing above the nine heavens, all the poems and articles written in his life emerged, and all the thoughts and theories of the sage of Confucianism were also manifested! The whole world was full of images, and the righteousness shone on the nine heavens and ten earths .”

"The Confucian sage shouted: I have entered the realm of land gods!"

"Then a sword came, and the sword opened the gate of heaven, arousing the thunder of the nine heavens, turning thousands of miles around into lightning..."

Su Mu's expression gradually turned ferocious and distorted.

It's too familiar, this scene is too familiar to him.

After watching it, it was another scene of Confucian saints guarding the border of the Yan Dynasty, guarding the empty city and fighting the demon emperor alone.

"...The demon emperor is fierce and mighty. He brought millions of demon clans to kill the demon pass of the Great Yan Dynasty. Confucian saints fought bloody to the end. In the end, they were seriously injured, but they still did not fall down."

"But listen to Confucianism and sages: even if I, Su Changqing, carry the Zhenyao Pass and suffer serious injuries, I am still invincible in the world!"

"The pinnacle of the sage, proud of the world, if I am a Confucian sage, there will be heaven!"

……

Su Mu couldn't bear it anymore, closed the book fiercely, and stood up suddenly, with an extremely stern look on his face.

"I've never seen such a brazen person!"

Copying poems and articles is fine.

He also tolerated copying the philosophies of Nietzsche, Socrates, and Rousseau.

But even pretending to be forced to copy online novels, it's shameless to the extreme!

The red-haired bird and the bookshelves in the library were all taken aback by Su Mu's sudden movement, and the red-haired bird subconsciously said, "Su Mu, what's wrong with you—"

"Ok?"

Su Mu looked at it with red eyes, and the big red-haired bird shivered suddenly when he saw his ferocious expression, and quickly said, "I'm sick, I'm sick!"

Su Mu closed the "Biography of Confucianism" heavily in his hand, then got up and walked towards the outside of Zangshu Pavilion with an extremely heavy heart.

Damn it, everything that can be pretended has been pretended!
Regardless of whether he has memorized or not memorized poems and articles, he has copied all of them.

Then how could he follow the path of Confucianism and Taoism?

A world cannot accommodate two Wenchao Gongs at the same time.

The big red-haired bird followed, and couldn't help saying earnestly: "Don't read this? Let me tell you, the most important thing in reading is concentration, and you can't give up halfway. How can you cultivate yourself if you are like this?"

"Bird Master, I also walked step by step with my paw prints, and now I have a lot of knowledge and wealth. Listen to Bird Master, you must be right."

"Su Zhangqing is right, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, but when it comes to tofu, the sweet tofu nao of Old Zhangtou in Chengnan is really unique..."

The big red-haired bird chattered non-stop.

Su Mu listened with a dull face, and walked out of the library with stiff steps.

He is thinking about his future.

I was also thinking about what to do if Confucian saints discovered their identity as a time traveler.

(End of this chapter)