My Confucian Father

Chapter 3 Saints can be expected
Zhao Ming didn't know why his young master suddenly became so excited, but since the young master was happy, he was naturally happy too.

Walking in the Zhenyao King's Mansion, Su Mu really felt the background of a wealthy family. There are all kinds of pavilions, terraces, gardens, gardens and rockeries in the huge palace.

There's even a man-made lake!
Just wanting to visit the whole palace, it would take two days to finish it. Su Mu felt that if Zhao Ming was not by his side, he would probably get lost.

After leaving the courtyard, the people in the mansion saw Su Mu, and they all looked at him with curiosity and reverence while saluting.

About Su Mu's natural stupidity, only Xu, the housekeeper, and a few servants who are less responsible for taking care of his daily life know that this secret is strictly controlled.

Outsiders only think that Su Mu lives in seclusion, studies and studies behind closed doors, and rarely shows up.

It would be abnormal if ordinary people never showed their faces since they were young, but who is Su Mu?

He is the son of a dignified Confucian saint!
The son of a peerless figure like a Confucian saint, naturally cannot be compared with ordinary people, and everything he does is reasonable.

Now it is the rainy season, and there is a light rain in the sky, making a crisp sound when it hits the lake.

Su Mu was tired after walking around the house, so he found a waterside pavilion to rest and enjoy the misty and rainy scenery on the lake.

As soon as he sat down, there was a beautiful maid serving him with exquisite snacks and spiritual fruits, which was very pleasant.

"This is the life of the second generation."

Su Mu sighed from the bottom of his heart, having a Confucian sage as his father is not called gnawing on the old, but early retirement.

Looking at Zhao Ming who was standing respectfully aside, Su Mu patted the seat beside him and said with a smile, "Don't stand stupidly, sit down, don't be so rigid."

"Thank you sir!"

Zhao Ming was a little flattered, and carefully sat down next to Su Mu, secretly praising in his heart that he is indeed the parent and son of a Confucian sage, and treats his servants so kindly.

Su Mu opened his mouth and ate a grape that the maid had peeled and brought to his mouth, and asked, "I heard from Uncle Zhao that you are a military monk of the seventh rank. How strong is the seventh rank? What methods does the military monk have, and what should you do?" practice?"

Su Mu's eyes sparkled, and he asked several questions in one breath.

Cultivation is something he is very interested in. After all, who doesn't have the dream of flying to the sky, hiding from the earth, and moving mountains to fill the sea?

Now that he has traveled to this fairy world and has a peerless father, if he doesn't practice, it will be a waste of such a good background, which is simply unreasonable.

Zhao Ming stood up and drew out the long knife slung across his waist.

"Please look, son!"

The sharp blade dazzled Su Mu's eyes a little, and he felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart.

As for Zhao Ming, who was holding a sharp blade, his whole demeanor changed completely, full of soaring vigor.

Zhao Ming looked at the lake, and then directly slashed out!

The invisible Gang Qi surged out from his blade and swept towards the surface of the lake. The lake water was like a piece of tofu cut by the Gang Qi and divided into two halves, even the mud at the bottom of the lake was visible!

However, the stellar energy dissipated after only flying about Zhang Xu, and the lake water that was cut apart also closed up again, turbulent endlessly.

And this scene also made Su Mu's eyes widen in shock.

What he saw in front of him was far beyond his cognition. Although he knew that there were practitioners in this world, he only realized how terrifying it was when he truly saw this mighty power.

Cutting open the lake with a single knife, is this something that humans can do?
If this knife fell on a person, would it be okay?
And Zhao Ming, who cut out the knife, neither blushed nor panted, and seemed very casual.

After putting the knife back into its sheath, he said: "My lord, what the soldier cultivates is fighting in battle formations, martial arts and martial arts. What I showed just now is the seventh-rank martial arts."

"As for the division of grades, all schools of thought are from grade nine to grade one. Take military strategists as an example, grade nine is just ordinary, stronger than ordinary strong men. Grade eight has the strength of nine bulls, punches can break boulders, and are as fast as running Horse. A seventh-rank cultivator’s energy and blood are like a rainbow, and it’s no problem to fight one against a hundred. He can already be called a little master.”

Zhao Ming briefly explained the three grades to Su Mu.

He is now in the realm of the seventh rank.

After hearing this, Su Mu couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's really amazing to fight against a hundred with one, and you deserve to be a warrior monk."

Bingxiu Bingxiu, as soon as you hear the name, you know it's a killer.

After hearing what Zhao Ming said, he felt even more so.

"Young master is wrong."

Zhao Ming shook his head when he heard the words, his eyes sparkled, and he said: "If that's the case, how dare my military monk call himself the number one in attacking?"

"The strength of military cultivation is not in the individual, but in the battle formation! Only on the battlefield can we show the strength of my military monk to the greatest extent!"

"The strength gap between each rank is huge. Seventh-rank military repair can crush eighth-rank and ninth-rank monks."

"But if there is an eighth-rank military cultivator leading dozens of ninth-rank monks to form our military formation, we will be able to fight seventh-rank or even sixth-rank monks!"

"Take everything into one, cross the border to kill the enemy, this is the strength of my military training!"

Zhao Ming's tone was full of strong confidence.

Although the individual combat power of military monks is excellent, they are not comparable to the various methods of Confucianism and Dharma cultivation, let alone Buddhist cultivation, which is famous for the sanctification of the body.

But the most terrifying thing about military monks is becoming powerful.

As long as the number is enough, as long as they form a battle formation, they can crush everything!
When Su Mu was listening intently, an ear-piercing voice full of sarcasm suddenly came.

"I'm dying of laughter, no way, no way, there are still people bragging about military training these days? It's just a bunch of brainless warriors."

Su Mu looked up and saw a big red-haired bird squatting on the railing at some point. It was the talking bird he had seen in the yard before.

At this time, it was looking down at Zhao Ming from a high position. Although the bird's face was expressionless, Su Mu could clearly see the contempt and disdain from above.

"Where did the monster come from!"

Zhao Ming was startled when he saw the big red-haired bird, and put his hand on the long knife at his waist, making a gesture to draw the knife out of its sheath.

"You are the monster! Your whole family is a monster!"

The red-haired bird was furious when he heard the words, and said furiously, "Master Bird, I am a spirit beast! You vulgar martial artist!"

As he said that, he jumped up and went to peck Zhao Ming.

But Zhao Ming was quick and quick to catch it, looked at Su Mu and said, "My lord, this bird looks quite fat, why don't you send it to the kitchen, the meat of the monster is very nourishing, just to nourish your body."

Hearing this, the big red-haired bird struggled even more violently.

"Let it go."

Seeing the appearance of the big red-haired bird, Su Mu found it very funny. Although he didn't know where this talking bird came from, and he didn't know if it was the sworn brother of his Confucian father, but since he could appear in his yard, he would Explain that there is no danger.

Zhao Ming let go of the big red-haired bird according to his words, and the latter quickly jumped onto Su Mu's shoulder, glaring at Zhao Ming.

"Bing Xiu is vulgar! All military repairs in the world use one brain, and you still leave it there to blow it up, it's disgusting! Vomit!"

The big red-haired bird vomited and mocked, as if he had a great prejudice against Bingxiu.

After all, Zhao Ming was still a boy at heart. When he heard the big red-haired bird despise Bingxiu, he retorted angrily: "It is a recognized fact that I am the number one soldier in the world!"

The big red-haired bird stood firmly on Su Mu's shoulder, raised its head and slanted at Zhao Ming, and sneered with disdain on its face: "Then tell me, why did the soldier sage lose to the Confucian sage in the Three Saints War? That's what you said Kill first?"

Zhao Ming's face turned red immediately, and after a long silence, he whispered unwillingly: "Losing to the master, can that be called a loss? Who can fight against me when I form a military formation? Even the most elite army of the Yaozu has to retreat , you have to look at the whole thing!"

"The soldier saint was beaten by the Confucian saint."

"I have the largest number of soldiers!"

"The soldier saint was beaten by the Confucian saint."

"My soldier is invincible in melee combat, and even in the face of Buddha, I dare to fight physically!"

"The soldier saint was beaten by the Confucian saint."

No matter what Zhao Ming said, the red-haired bird would reply with one sentence, making Zhao Ming tremble with anger.

In the end, with a fierce look in his eyes, he drew his knife straight away, and gritted his teeth at the big red-haired bird, saying, "My lord, let's drink bird soup tonight!"

The big red-haired bird quickly hid behind Su Mu, poked out a bird's head and shouted: "The soldier saint was beaten by the Confucian saint!"

Zhao Ming almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Su Mu couldn't laugh or cry at the bickering between the two, stopped Zhao Ming, and then asked, "I'm also quite curious, how did my father defeat the Soldier and the Sage?"

An eighth-rank soldier can kill a seventh-rank with a group of nine-rank soldiers.

As a first-rank military saint, if he brought a group of strong men to fight another saint, he would undoubtedly have the upper hand.

But even so, he still lost to his father, and there was still the presence of Fa Sheng to join forces with him.

Confucian saints are so fierce?

Zhao Ming put the knife back into its sheath, a look of deep awe flashed across his face, and said, "It's been more than 20 years since the Three Saints War. I was not born at that time, and I don't know the details."

"But I heard from my father that millions of troops formed an army formation on the battlefield that day, and the master triggered the nine-day thunder, turning the thousand-mile battlefield into thunderstorms, breaking the battle formation like the thunder god descending."

"So far, no one dares to say that Confucianism is inferior to military cultivation."

"In that battle, Sage Soldier was seriously injured, Sage Fa was defeated, and Master was unscathed, so Chu and Li retreated, and the danger of our country being destroyed by Dayan was relieved."

Even though he is a Bingxiu himself, Zhao Ming still felt his blood boil when talking about the deeds of Confucian Sage defeating Bing Sage.

Because before Bingxiu's identity, he was from Yan Kingdom.

Bingxiu does not distinguish between countries, but there are people.

After Su Mu listened to it, he was fascinated for a while, and the sky thunder was triggered to land, turning the battlefield of thousands of miles into thunder.

What kind of fairy method is this!
Although he had never seen it with his own eyes, he could imagine what it was like just by hearing what Zhao Ming said.

"How do you cultivate Confucianism and Taoism? How can you cultivate?"

Su Mu was excited and couldn't wait to ask.

If it was the same as the online articles he read in his previous life, copying poems and articles can quickly improve his strength, wouldn't it be beautiful!

Zhao Ming replied: "Everyone can practice Confucianism and Taoism. All scholars in the world, regardless of Confucianism, Legalism, or military school, can practice Confucianism. My son, you are the son of a Confucian sage, and your future achievements will be extraordinary."

"As for how to practice, it's actually very simple. There are many methods for scholars to cultivate their noble spirit and use poetry and articles to fight against the enemy."

"The more outstanding a person's literary talent, the better he can practice Confucianism and Taoism. The better the poems and articles he writes, the higher the level of Confucianism and Taoism."

"Confucianism cultivators mainly focus on self-cultivation, ordering the family, governing the country and the world. Back then, the master achieved this step to become a sub-sage. Afterwards, he accomplished the three immortal Confucian meritorious deeds, and became a Confucian sage."

Su Mu's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Poetry article!

It's exactly as described on the web!
As a time traveler, I have also traveled to a world where there are people who can practice Confucianism and Taoism. If I am not a civil servant at this time, when will I wait?

Although he is a science and engineering dog, thanks to his uncle who is a Chinese teacher, he was forced to read various books in high school.

Four Books and Five Classics, Laozhuang, Spring and Autumn, Zuozhuan, Lisao... According to my uncle, reading can be wise, especially this kind of classics handed down from generation to generation.

Su Mu doesn't know if he can be wise, but he is familiar with so many books, not to mention the exaggeration of reciting them backwards, but he must have some impressions of most of them.

Su Mu had never thanked his uncle so much.

Uncle, you did a good job at the beginning!

"Qin, Han, Tang, Song and Ming! My Chinese history is full of literary stars, and a few hundred of those poems and songs are probably enough to make me a great Confucian in this world!"

"Then concentrate on studying for a few years, sort out a set of theories, and consolidate the set of Yangming Xinxue."

"Saints can be expected!"

Su Mu's heart beat faster and his blood boiled, but he remained calm on the surface.

He has already seen the bright future of his future.

That is the most holy of Confucianism and Taoism!
What kind of Confucian father is better than Confucius, Mencius or Wang Yangming?
(End of this chapter)