The blue luan bird of Nuwa's family

"Junior Brother Ziyu, do you also come to see the list?"

"Senior Brother Ziyou."

Yan Yan once met in front of a towering white tower in Jixia Academy, and the two greeted each other.

Zeng Shen saw his name on the jade tablet in front of the White Pagoda, listed behind ten people including Zi Yuan (Yan Hui), Zi Lu (Zhong Yu), Zigong (Duanmu Ci), Zi Wo (Zai Yu), etc. Eleven.

This was as expected by Zeng Shen, and he looked happy.

"Senior Brother Ziyou, if nothing unexpected happens, you will be among the top ten of the Confucian sect this time."

Zeng Shen turned around and looked at Yan Yan with congratulations in his eyes. He saw this senior brother's name in the ninth position.

Yan Yan smiled and said: "Battlefield meritorious service, academy assessment, various disciples' trials...these credits can be accumulated continuously. Ziyu is now eleventh, just after Zixia, don't you plan to work harder? "

Zeng Shen was very moved after hearing this, and it seemed that Zi You had rekindled his fighting spirit.

But when he looked back at Zixia's ranking, the credits that were much higher than his own and were constantly increasing, Zeng Shen let out a breath and his face fell instantly.

"Forget it, senior brother Ziyou, you guys are too busy."

Zeng Shen said in a rather complicated tone: "I have been on the battlefields of the two realms during this period, and I am still following the military strategist Sun Zi and others. However, despite this, the achievements I have accumulated cannot be compared to my son Xia Xiang."

It’s not that he doesn’t work hard enough, it’s that these guys in front of him are too perverted!

Because the ancestor of Qilin was recovering, Zeng Shen's luck increased the fastest in the entire academy.

But I can’t stand the fact that the first ten are all fierce!

Yan Hui and Zi Lu are two phoenixes and three phoenixes in the south of the sky.

Ziwo, the trumpet of the Human Emperor Xuanyuan;

Zigong, the god of war in the previous era - Erlang of the Yang family, Yang Jian.

Zixia, Xiaojiu of the Di family.

And this Senior Brother Ziyou in front of me...

The third generation of Fengqi, the number one disciple of Tianzi, Tianlu!

Among these people, except His Majesty the Human Emperor, he had an accident due to stepping into a trap, and his souls were scattered in countless pieces, causing the Human Emperor's trumpet to pop up from time to time in all major timelines throughout time and space.

Which of the remaining ones is not the top second generation in the wild?

Zeng Shen looked at Yan Yan with a bit of resentment in his eyes. Everyone is the second generation. Do you really think he doesn't want to work hard?

But the ones in front are all crazy, what can he do?

He is also desperate!

When Yan Yan saw Zeng Shen looking at him with a miserable expression, he couldn't help but cough lightly to cover up his embarrassment.

"Junior brother Ziyu, don't be discouraged. Shi Qilin has reached the critical moment of recovery. If that day comes, the gift you will receive will definitely be more generous than it is now!"

"Just like this, Zixia has soared into the sky, and it is still unknown how he will transcend Zixia."

Yan Yan comforted Zeng Shen.

Unfortunately, the effect was not very good, and Zeng Shen's reaction was mediocre.

He had no hope in his heart.

Ancestor is ancestor, his his.

Although Zeng Shen has benefited a lot from the resurrection of his ancestors.

But none of us are useless. When you are making progress, you are not allowing others to make progress?

What's more, Zeng Shen estimates that the date when Shi Zhe's ranking will be determined is not far away. Whether he can wait for recovery by then is a question.

He shook his head: "I'd better not think about Shi Zhe. It's not bad to try to secure the position of Seventy-two Sages."

The rise of Confucianism is inevitable.

Mingyu selected ten philosophers and seventy-two sages from three thousand disciples to set a benchmark for Confucianism.

They will be important representatives of the Confucian sect in the future and the helmsmen of a branch.

Not to mention luck, merit and blessings.

By being able to secure his position among the Seventy-Two Sages, Zeng Shen could also gain a lot of things.

"Oh, forget it, don't talk about me anymore."

Zeng Shen looked at Jian Yanyan holding the Yin and Yang Pisces chart in one hand and asked curiously.

"Senior Brother Ziyou, did you just come back from the Yin Yang family's small world?"

"Yes."

Yan Yan smiled and said, "I have been having many doubts about the principles of yin-yang numerology recently, so I went to Junior Sister Chen and the others to ask some questions."

"Go to Siming Shen for advice on the principles of yin and yang arithmetic?"

Zeng Shen looked Yan Yan up and down with a strange look. Among the many Confucian brothers, Ziyou's way of Tianyan was also unique. He didn't go to the masters of the Yin and Yang family for the principles of numerology, but he went to Si Ming Longnu?

Although they are all from Fengqishan, I feel something is strange.

"Will this have any effect?"

Yan Yan seemed to see Zeng Shen's doubts. He spread his hands and said with a slight smile: "There is still something to gain. Before leaving, Junior Sister Xi'er gave me this, saying it will definitely help with the cultivation of yin and yang. .”

"Oh?"

Zeng Shen's eyes followed Yan Yan's raised wrist, and he saw a red silk thread clearly wrapped around his hand!

"If I remember correctly, Long Nuxi is Shao Siming, right?"

Zeng Shen scratched his head. As Mingyu's god, while Da Siming was in charge of blessings and longevity, Shao Siming was in charge of marriage and reproduction.

Doesn't it mean that he was put on the red line of marriage by Shao Siming?

Zeng Shen curled his lips, his eyes smiled, and he quickly looked along the other end of the red silk thread.

Unexpectedly, Yan Yan hid the silk thread in his sleeve with a wave of his hand, and did not let Zeng Shen continue to read.

The smile on Zeng Shen's face got even bigger. He winked at Yan Yan and said, "Senior brother Ziyou, it is said that Shao Siming's red silk thread has two ends. This end is in your hand. Which girl is connected to the other end?"

"It will definitely be a good marriage if Senior Sister Xi'er can personally pull the strings!"

Yan Yan's expression remained unchanged: "Junior brother Ziyu, please don't misunderstand me."

"It's because I want to practice the principles of yin and yang that I let my junior sister hold the red thread of marriage."

Zeng Shen showed an expression that I understand.

Marriage is naturally close to yin and yang.

Male love and female love, yin and yang harmonize, can you say this is not yin and yang?

"No wonder Senior Sister Xi'er said it is helpful for understanding the Tao of Yin and Yang."

Zeng Shen stared at Yan Yan, looking left and right, with a hint of ridicule in his words.

Yan Yan was always calm.

"Junior brother, you are worrying too much."

After saying these words, Yan Yan left in a hurry.

"Eh~~"

Just as Zeng Shen was about to call out, Yan Yan disappeared in a flash.

"Senior Brother Ziyou, why are you in such a hurry?"

He muttered twice, looked back at the giant white tower behind him, and planned to leave. Suddenly, a crisp ringing sounded in Zeng Shen's ears.

"Junior brother, have you ever met senior brother Ziyou?"

Zeng Shen only felt a gust of wind blowing on his face, and in a daze, he saw a woman approaching.

She has a beautiful face, charming eyes and shy lips, a smile on her lips, and a light and joyful rhythm in her movements.

"Which family is the disciple of Senior Sister?" Zeng Shen asked. He had never seen this woman who looked like a breeze.

"I?"

The woman's face was filled with smiles and she looked forward: "I am a new disciple of the Le family, my surname is Feng."

"Feng?" Zeng Shen looked at her and thought to himself, Feng was a popular surname in ancient times, and there were many big shots.

Not to mention the distance, the person in the tower right now...

Zeng Shen's eyes suddenly condensed. He looked at the woman in front of him intently, paying special attention to her wrist: "If Senior Sister Feng is looking for Senior Brother Ziyou, I'm afraid she will be late. Senior Brother Ziyou has just left."

"He's not in there?"

Feng Ling'er looked in the direction of the White Tower, hesitated for a moment, and then asked about the direction in which Yan Yan left.

Zeng Shen pointed out a place and enthusiastically told Feng Ling'er some places where Ziyou might go.

"Junior brother, thank you very much!"

Feng Ling'er waved her hand, and a stream of light fell into Zeng Shen's hands. She moved lightly, and her figure dissipated in place like a breeze.

"Senior Sister Feng is quite nice."

Zeng Shen lowered his head and looked at the nine-patterned flat peach in his hand, feeling happy.

"Senior Brother Ziyou, I wish you can happily practice the Tao of Yin and Yang!"

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The White Tower world is extremely vast, like a universe, countless in width.

Here, time and space are as silent as a long night.

The universe is vast and vast, and the void in all directions is chaotic.

In the center of the world, a figure sits cross-legged.

He is dressed in green and has a jade belt, and his eyes are neither happy nor sad.

Suddenly, awe-inspiring energy surged.

The dome of the tower is composed of endless rules. Indescribable Tao and principles are intertwined in the void, shining brightly in the world. Just a ray of light can fill a whole world.

woohoo~~

The will of humanity hovers above Mingyu's head.

The small figures huddled together.

As the Three Thousand Avenues continue to be engraved, His figure becomes clearer and more real.

"Gather!"

A clear voice rang out, and surging golden light of merit condensed in the void.

The will of humanity slowly declines.

Soon, there were more futons around Mingyu.

In the first row, there are exactly ten.

There are six rows behind, with twelve in each row.

Afterwards, there are zeros and zeros, totaling three thousand.

As the golden light gradually died down, Mingyu still woke up.

He looked at Feng Ling'er going away and shook his head: "This girl is here, but she doesn't meet the master first."

"Yeah, I don't know who this girl learned from."

The landscape of the tower world changes.

The time and space like an eternal night are no longer silent, and the beautiful rivers and mountains make this place full of life.

Many words appeared on the four walls of the tower. These words were very strange, as if they were faintly glowing with consciousness. Each word was like the condensed will of the disciples.

You can feel the idea of ​​what it should be, and every word is full and flawless.

There are words in every layer of the tower. When you enter the tower, you will be greeted by the vast aura of the disciples.

At the top of the tower, I saw a woman floating in the air, holding a bald pen in her hand, and carving something on the wall of the tower.

She was wearing a long white dress, with a graceful figure, a picturesque back, and a black silk dress that looked like a flowing waterfall. She was extremely beautiful.

She was attentive from time to time, her brows relaxed, and every word on the wall was faintly visible, every stroke was like a miraculous workmanship.

Except for Nuwa, there are traces of various disciples on every floor of the tower.

Zhuangzi waved his ink in the air and wrote about Xiaoyaoyou.

Mozi held a sword in one hand and carved seventy-one mantras.

Zichan's strokes record the majesty of Legalism.

……

Hundreds of scholars, hundreds of sages.

One classic after another composes a magnificent chapter.

The entire tower resounded with the everlasting and righteous sound of chanting. This sound was like the thoughts of all the disciples from the past and present gathered together. Every sound was based on the words and deeds of the Dharma.

These sounds ring in the air and can purify people's souls.

Moo~~

A bull roar came from the depths of time and space.

I am riding an ox back eastward.

He looked at the busy disciples and asked cheerfully: "Isn't the old man late?"

All the disciples turned around and laughed: "My Taoist friend has returned as a Hu, and his merits are immeasurable."

"It's too late for someone to be happy. How dare you dislike fellow Taoist fellow Taoist for returning late?"

Facing Zhuzi's teasing, Mingyu smiled softly.

He cupped his hands towards me: "Please!"

"It's easy to talk about."

I waved my hand, the golden bracelet rose into the sky, and the road reached the sky.

There are more pictures one after another in the long river of humanity, including Han Valley, Tianzhu, whirling Wanfa...

Laozi turned into a Hu, left and returned, not only perfecting the theories of hundreds of schools of thought, but also filling in the gaps in the West for Mingyu's theory of the world.

Humanity can be achieved! (End of chapter)