Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

"Then you don't have to take this approach. You can completely hand it over to your father or our other descendants of the Zhong family. After all, this is what Saint Ziluya left behind."

Zhong Mei looked at Zhong Qi, and he could feel that Zhong Qi was speaking from the bottom of his heart, but even so, it was still difficult for him to accept Zhong Qi's approach. After all, that sub-sage treasure had special meaning to the Zhong family.

Hearing this, Zhong Qi smiled, but he sighed and replied: "Uncle Gaozu, do you know how many people in the world today have the blood of Saint Ziluya?"

"Hundreds? Dozens?" Zhong Mei guessed.

"Old Zhongtou, don't forget, Kong Sheng has been ascended for three thousand years, and I am more than seven hundred years old." The master on the side reminded Zhong Mei.

Zhong Qi also gave his answer at the right time, "Now, there are only two people who have the direct bloodline of Ziluya Saint, and there are four people who have collateral bloodlines, but they have all entered their twilight years, and they are only dedicated to literature. They have never had any Over marriage.”

"Among the two direct bloodlines, one is me and the other is my father."

"What?"

Zhong Mei was shocked when he heard this. He never imagined that there are less than ten members of the Zhong family's bloodline now. "Doesn't that mean that our Zhong family will be... in the near future?"

Zhong Mei didn't say any more, and didn't dare to say any more.

"This is one of the reasons why Zhongqi chose to give up the blue blue pen. As for why he didn't give it to his father, it was because he once said that when he saw the blue blue pen, he would recall the suffering he had suffered before. For him, the blue pen was the nightmare of his youth.”

Zhongqi sighed deeply, looked at Zhongmei, and said, "If Zhongqi had known about the existence of uncle Gaozu earlier, maybe Zhongqi would not have chosen to detonate it, but would have handed it over to uncle Gaozu for safekeeping. But everything has happened, and it would be meaningless to dwell on the past.”

"Zhong Qi asked me about my heart today. Being able to pass the test of asking my heart is enough to show my determination."

"Why!"

Zhong Mei sighed deeply, and his already hunched waist was even more bent at this moment, "That's it, that's it, maybe this is destiny, just like what you just mentioned by Zilu Yasheng, 'Chu Lansheng "In the deep forest, one does not lose one's beauty because there is no one there; a gentleman cultivates virtue and does not betray because of poverty." Even if we lose the treasure of Yasheng, even if we lose the inheritance of blood, our Zhong family will still be the descendants of Ziluyasheng."

"Thank you, uncle, great ancestor, for your understanding. Please accept your respects from the unfilial descendants."

After saying that, Zhong Qi bowed down to Zhong Meixing and kowtowed on the spot. Seeing this, Zhong Mei pulled Zhong Qi up from the ground and said, "My child, I am just a bad old man who was kicked out of the house. I can’t stand your worship.”

"Uncle Gaozu was joking."

Zhong Qi shook his head and said with a very serious look: "After the Tianguan incident calmed down, Zhong Qi asked his father to add the name of his uncle and great ancestor to the Zhong family genealogy. In this way, even if Zhong Qi I’m sorry that this kneeling down is not unfair. I wonder what uncle Gaozu’s intention is?”

"Hey, you kid."

Zhong Mei patted Zhong Qi's arm gently, and the smile on his face was the smile from the bottom of his heart.

"Lao Zhongtou, you have been guarding the Wenxin Palace for two thousand years. The people who jointly expelled you from your home are no longer here. Now, finally, someone with the blood of Ziluya Saint has come and is willing to take you out. Descendants who have been reclassified, if you refuse again, you will appear to be too pretentious. "

"That's fine, that's fine."

Zhong Mei nodded slowly. Two thousand years have allowed him to see a lot away. The glory of Saint Ziluya is no longer his obsession, but he is still holding a breath in his heart. If those people hadn't taken it away back then, Even if he was kicked out of the house, he would not embark on such a path, but those people are no longer there, and he has long lost his hatred. Now that he can have a descendant with the blood of Ziluya Saint, he can bring those who were there back then. It is a blessing to have all the regrets wiped away.

Just like what Zhong Qi said, break and then build. If he hadn't been expelled from his family back then, maybe he wouldn't have reached such a state now, and he would have become a palace guard recognized by the spirit of Wenxin Palace in a real sense.

"Zhongqi, tomorrow your father is going to return to Zilu Academy. How about you follow your father back to the academy tomorrow?" Master asked Zhongqi.

"Master, now Zhongqi is just a student slave of Yan Sheng Academy. He is not allowed to return to Zilu Academy without permission. I can just ask my father to handle this matter."

Zhong Qi answered first, and then continued to ask: "Why are you leaving so soon? Has the crack already healed?"

"Calculating the time, it has been ten days since the three of you entered the Wenxin Palace. The crack has long since healed, and the surrounding space has been completely stabilized, so most of the people who came for reinforcements will leave tomorrow. "

The Master opened his mouth to explain to a few people, then turned to look at Ci Song and said, "Young Ci, I am not just a man of words. The marriage you have decided on with Mo Yao will be implemented after you return this time."

"I heard that Mo Yao's family is not particularly willing to marry you to Mo Yao. After you go back, I hope you can handle this matter safely and don't make Mo Yao sad, let alone let you and Mo Yao get married because of this matter. There is a gap between Mo Yao and I hope you will."

"Master, I understand what you mean. Don't worry, I know it well. I won't put Yao'er in trouble or let her have any accidents."

Ci Song interrupted the Master directly. He understood that the Master was talking so much just to hint to him that he hoped that if his relationship with Mo Yao changed in the future, he would not act as radically as Bai Ye.

"You, like your father back then, answer quickly, but what you do at that time is another matter. I have said all. You can do whatever you want."

The Master looked at Ci Song deeply, and then looked at Zhong Chang and Duanmu Qingcang, and said, "Let's go. I will take you back to the pass. Go back and rest. We will leave Tianguan tomorrow."

"Master, I will not leave. I will wait here until Bai Ye comes out." Duanmu Qingcang shook his head and said firmly.

"I have expected that after you entered Tianguan, your father came here specially and told me about this matter, and he left Tianguan at the hour of Mao today. As for the parting words, he did not say anything else, only four words, life first."

The Master did not continue to persuade, but took Ci Song and his party away.

After the four people left, Duanmu Qingcang turned to look at Zhong Mei, and said with a bow: "Senior Zhong, please open the Heart-Searching Hall again. This time I want to undergo a two-month Heart-Searching Trial."

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