The blue luan bird of Nuwa's family

On this day, Lu Guoxue Palace, under the apricot tree.

A group of students wearing hats and black and white gowns were sitting there attentively listening to the lecture.

The master who was giving the lecture had a dark complexion, a stalwart figure, and was over nine feet tall. Although he was wearing a loose gown, no matter how loose the clothes were, it could not hide the majestic masculinity of his body.

If it were someone who saw him for the first time, they would definitely think that the Master must be a military general or a peasant sage.

But the entire academy knew that despite his heavy back and rugged appearance, the Master was actually a world-famous man who understood etiquette and was the founder of Confucianism in the state of Lu - Kong Qiu and Kong Zhongni.

At this time, Mingyu was teaching the core idea of ​​"benevolence".

The students also listened with rapt attention.

After a while, a snoring sound suddenly came from the crowd.

Mingyu's gentle smile suddenly froze.

Everyone turned their heads and looked back.

The owner of the snoring sound was currently sleeping soundly on the desk, with saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth and covering his sleeves.

In an instant, blue veins popped out on Mingyu's forehead.

Coupled with his burly figure, his expression looked extremely terrifying under the sunlight.

All the students could clearly feel that among the various energies, the Haoran Qi, which was usually the gentlest, was boiling at an extremely terrifying speed.

"Hiss, the wind and thunder are raging, Master is really angry this time!"

"I'm going to be in bad luck again."

"Quick, quick, get ready and write it down."

"My Confucian family will soon have new magical powers!"

Most of the people present were Confucian disciples, and of course they were quite familiar with Jaeyu.

They all know that Zaiyu is unique among the three thousand disciples.

But the disciples never expected that he would dare to sleep openly while the Master was in class!
  Mingyu first glanced at the silent disciples, and then walked up to Jaeyu.

His broad body blocked the sunlight and cast a shadow on Jaeyu's sleeping face.

"I'm going to bed during the day, are you okay?"

Zaiyu and Zaizi in his sleep vaguely heard the sound and felt the change in light. He scratched the side of his face and opened his eyes in a daze.

Then, he was so frightened that he screamed.

After all, it's hard to stay calm when you wake up and open your eyes to find a black-faced man standing nine feet tall and with a hunky back standing in front of you.

What's more, this person is still the Master!
  "what!!!"

Jaeyu's screams echoed throughout the academy.

Mingyu raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, his voice was like thunder, and the aura of awe filled the heaven and earth.

"It is true that rotten wood cannot be carved, nor can a wall of dung be demolished!"

Deadwood?

Wall of dirt?

Say who?

Zai Zi, I looked confused.

Immediately, his eyes focused, and he saw the master who was so angry that he caused all the avenues in the academy to tremble with a little aura of awe-inspiring wind and thunder.

Big trouble!

Compared to Jaeyu's fear, when the academy disciples heard Mingyu say, "Rotten wood cannot be carved, nor can a wall of dung be demolished!" they all felt happy.

"Isn't my Confucian supernatural power here again?"

Duanmuci clapped his hands and said with a smile: "'Rotten wood can no longer be carved, and dirty earthen walls can no longer be whitewashed.' The master is the master. Such sharp words are transformed into Confucian magical powers. From now on, if you use them to fight against the enemy, you will be invincible. ah!"

Zeng Shen on the side also smiled: "Master once said that a sergeant kills with the tip of his pen, and a sergeant kills with the tip of his tongue."

"Write the enemy's crimes on bamboo slips with pen and ink, and use words to tell the world. This is the most lethal!"

"Although a person's tongue is soft, it can turn a square into a round one, and a round thing into a flat one. People's tongues can turn into gold, but they can kill people without showing blood."

"But, isn't it something only famous people can do to kill people by distorting the facts?" Among the disciples, a young boy scratched his head and asked doubtfully.

Hearing this, the Confucian scholar, who was as strong as a master and looked very Confucian in his mighty appearance, laughed heartily. He said to the young man: "Zixia, you are right. We can't distort the facts." Confucianism doesn’t do that.”

"We Confucians have always stood on the moral high ground and pointed fingers at others!"

cough cough~~
  Yan Hui, who was sitting in the front row, coughed twice and reminded his classmates to keep their voices down.

Then he skillfully took out the bamboo slips and wrote down what Mingyu had just said, and said to the mighty Confucian scholar: "Zilu, look at what you said, we Confucians value benevolence, righteousness, and etiquette!"

"Yes, yes!" Zi Lu grinned, with a kind smile on his face.

He shook his head and said: "The Master said: Ren, how far is it? I desire Ren, and this is the best!"

Master is right, benevolence is not something far away from us.

When I stand on the high ground of morality, I think it is benevolence, it is benevolence!

do you have any opinion?

Yan Hui heard the underlying meaning of Zilu's words. He was about to say something when he saw Zilu raise his arms like a horse.

"Forget it." Yan Hui smiled helplessly.

He gave up the idea of ​​further arguing with Zilu.

It is better to leave it to the Master to correct Zilu's thoughts.

Sure enough, just after scolding Zaiyu, who had slept during the day, Mingyu heard Zilu's eloquent remarks.

Mingyu glanced at Zilu lightly: "Knowing words and charming words, fresh and benevolent."

Your rhetoric is not benevolent.

Zilu was enjoying himself for "refuting" Yan Hui. When he heard this, he became angry on the spot without even thinking about it.

not human?
  Who are you scolding!
  He stood up suddenly, and his bulging muscles caused his clothes to burst open in an instant, leaving only a few rags barely covering his bronzed skin.

Boom~~
  There is a heart furnace in Zilu's heart. When the peaceful and awe-inspiring energy pours into it, the heart furnace operates violently, burning the sky and destroying the earth, turning into a huge golden roc.

"Evil is easy, just like a fire that burns in the original place and cannot be far away!"

Once evil thoughts spread, they are like fire burning in the wilderness and cannot be approached.

Zilu's eyes widened, and the Confucian "small words and great meanings" opened his mouth, turning all words into supernatural powers.

In an instant, the inner hearth of the body burst open, the flames surged, the aura of Confucian awe-inspiringness rolled like angry waves, and everything in the world suddenly changed.

The red-gold firelight shines in the void and spreads all over his body, making him look like a red giant.

The terrifying power spread out in an instant, causing the confused Confucian scholars around to retreat in shock.

Duanmuci and others looked at Zilu dumbfounded.

"Good guy, Zilu, you are worthy of being our Confucian's number one thorn in the side, you are really brave!"

"How dare you make trouble in Master's class?"

When Mingyu saw this, his brows jumped.

This boy is very capable!
  He looked at "Hong Wen" Zi Lu without changing his expression, and said lightly: "Those who slander oneself are guilty of heart sin!"

As soon as these words came out, a pure white aura of awe-inspiring energy struck Zilu's heart.

The angry Zilu felt as if someone had kicked him suddenly.

Hongwen's Zilu immediately lost his temper. The fire in my heart was all over the place.

The red light in his eyes dissipated, and then he saw clearly who the person who spoke just now was!
  "Master?"

Zilu's expression was frozen.

The body as huge as a mountain was trembling visibly to the naked eye. He looked at Mingyu and muttered: "Master, what are you talking about? Listen to me..."

"Crack~"

A ruler turned into light and hit him. Zilu didn't have time to run, so he was hit hard.

"Ow~"

Another tragic cry spread throughout the academy.

It is really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who hear it.

Zilu blushed with embarrassment after being spanked in public. He collapsed on the ground and looked at Mingyu with aggrieved eyes: "Master, why are you spanking me?"

Mingyu took back his ruler and said to Zilu seriously: "A gentleman who is not serious is not powerful."

A gentleman cannot be respected if he does not respect himself.

Your current study status makes me very worried!
  However, when Mingyu's words fell into Zilu's ears, he automatically translated them into a slang among masters and disciples: A gentleman must hit someone hard, otherwise he will not be able to establish prestige!
  Well, Master, what you said makes sense!

Zilu thought with displeasure. He who had been aggrieved just now immediately put on a smile.

"That's what the Master taught!"

He also realized that he had gained a "small meaning", which made Zilu very happy.

So his waist no longer ached, his legs no longer hurt, he got up smoothly, took out his pen and ink and copied what he just said on the bamboo slips.

Looking carefully, he has copied dozens of quotations.

For example, "The son does not talk about strangeness, strength, chaos, and gods."

(The Master didn’t want to speak, so he used his strange power to beat the person unconscious.)
  Another example is, "If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening."

(I found out the way to your house in the morning, and I found you in the evening.)
  The list goes on and on.

Yan Hui also saw Zilu's Confucius' quotations, but he felt something was wrong.

He stepped aside, carefully turned over the bamboo slips in his hand, compared them one by one, and became even more confused.

"It's obviously the same, but why do I always feel something is weird?" Yan Hui muttered in a low voice, almost convinced that the quotations copied by Zilu and the quotations copied by himself were definitely not the same thing.

Mingyu looked at the reactions of the two disciples, and then his eyes passed over them one by one.

I see that everyone is recording and meditating on "Zi Yue", but almost no one can "understand everything" like Zi Lu.

This made Mingyu nod in relief.

He always taught his students in accordance with their aptitude.

From an effect point of view, for Zilu's teachings, perhaps the slang version of "The Analects" is much better than the serious "The Analects of Confucius".

The Master's eyes fell on every disciple, and most of them had expressions unchanged.

Gong Xihua, who was huddled behind Duanmu Ci, shook his body.

When Mingyu walked back to the stage, he stretched out his hand and pulled Duanmuci's sleeve, and whispered in his ear: "Zigong, that's not right, why Zilu's scream is the same as your Xiaotian's. Could it be that you were there before? Thanks to us, he is actually..."

Duanmuci twitched the corner of his mouth, put his hand on his forehead, and said helplessly: "Uncle Huang Long, don't you even believe me?"

"Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is the third prince of the Feng family, okay?"

"Really?" Gong Xihua scratched his face, a little embarrassed.

"Then who is Jaeyu?"

"Do you want to kid me?"

Duanmu Ci was hesitant this time. He thought for a while and speculated: "I am Zai's family, and my surname is Ji. According to the habits of the big guys of the Tianzhou generation, the possibility of being tricked by the Ji surname again is very small."

"After all, the five hundred yuan will go back. According to the old strategy, the Zhou family is now in decline. They should not be very interested in revitalizing the Zhou family."

"So these people can be excluded."

Gong Xihua nodded, "It's true."

"Among all the disciples, the only one who has entered the Zhou family at this point is our eldest master!"

"Oh, that's right, Master Huanglong!" Duanmuci suddenly looked at Gong Xihua: "Should we explain the teachings of Legalism or Mohism?"

"A few days ago, Zheng Guo's legalist leader Zi Chan cast a punishment cauldron, substituting legal principles for heavenly principles. The momentum was so great that it was heard all over the world, and the master even sighed for a while."

"I thought this was our leader!"

When Gong Xihua heard this, a smile appeared on his face. He imitated someone's tone and said to Duanmu Ci: "In the future, the Mohist family's will of heaven and unfaithful inheritance will compete for the right to explain the great road. Are you shaken at this time?"

"You think the Mo family is run by the leader?"

This familiar emphasis once made Duanmu Ci think that the person in front of him was his master's jade cauldron.

He said: "It's mainly the Legalists. The Mohists were very cruel to us, which made me confused for a while."

"Just guess it!"

A lazy voice came, but it was Zaiyu, who had been scolded by Mingyu for the first time, who discovered the conversation channel between the two, effortlessly unlocked the secret method, and found it automatically.

Duanmu Ci was stunned for a moment.

We chat using Yuxu Secret Method, how did I join?
  "I am an elder of the Golden Immortal from Yuxu?" He reacted quickly.

Zaiyu responded cheerfully: "You're welcome, Mr. Zhaosheng. If you want to talk about it from Brother Guangchengzi, you can just call me Senior Brother!"

"Your Majesty Xuanyuan?" Duanmu Ci's eyes widened.

"Shh~"

Jaeyu made a gesture.

He looked around and found that the Master had already announced the break between classes. Everyone was gathering in groups and not paying attention to this side.

"It turns out to be Xuanyuan!"

Gong Xihua suddenly realized, and then a puzzled look appeared on his face: "I heard that something went wrong while Taoist monks were exploring the long river of time and space, and the demon gods on the opposite side teamed up to target him?"

"Hey! Don't mention it." Zaiyu was not interested. He waved his hand, obviously not wanting to mention such a shameful topic.

"Huh? Why is there an independent channel here?"

A soft squeak interrupted the communication between the three, and then a young face appeared in their minds.

Gong Xihua, Zaiyu and Duanmu were all stunned.

"Zixia?"

"Ah, it's you!"

Only then did Zixia remember what seemed to be the secret method of Yuxu Palace.

"No, how can you connect??"

Gong Xihua was confused. He had repeatedly confirmed with Duanmu Ci that this was definitely not their Yuxu's.

Zixia didn't understand why, he blinked and said frankly: "When I was in Tiangong, my uncle taught us a lot of things. I just happen to know your secret technique."

"Really?" Gong Xihua was doubtful.

Compared to Gong Xihua's slowness, Duanmu Ci almost immediately locked onto Zixia's identity: "Prince Jinwu?"

"To be precise, he is the Ninth Prince of the Golden Crow."

Zixia's eyes were pure and she smiled shyly. (End of chapter)