Qin Dynasty Novelist

It seems that Confucianism is at a disadvantage, but in fact, the foundation of Confucianism in Qilu has not been lost, but has gained great benefits. Thinking of this, Yin Zhong is a little worried.

"Confucianism has also benefited a lot? Within the universe, yin and yang are interchanged. Since Confucianism has benefited a lot, then naturally it has to pay something. In the land of Qilu, it is the best policy for Confucianism and Mohism to become stalemate!"

Glancing at Song Que and Yin Zhong who were beside him, Zhou Qing murmured after hearing his words. He didn't say much, but he had a sense of spirituality. A pair of bright lavender eyes looked at the place where the Confucianists were. Disappear.

On the other side, the Mohists also disappeared and spread to the outside world. Under the guidance of the attendants of the school, people from hundreds of schools went to the banquet hall. Such a grand event would naturally last for a long time.

"Young Master, in your capacity, if you discuss the Dao with hundreds of schools here, you can respect them. If the Mohist School and the Confucian School don't understand each other, the general trend of the future will be wiped out easily."

Compared to the worries of Song Que and Yin Zhong, Yan Lingji, who was dressed in a flaming golden red brocade robe, didn't take it seriously. If the young master hadn't stopped her earlier, she would have killed the Mo family directly.

It is inevitable for the young master to contend for victory in the debate. After following the young master for so long, it is easy to suppress the hundred schools of thought. Although the young master said that it is necessary to talk about the hundred schools of thought, in the eyes of Yan Lingji, those people are weak.

In the future, the state of Qin will prevail, and if the young master leads the army to supervise the battle, who would dare not obey!

"People can be destroyed, but principles are hard to destroy."

"let's go."

Shaking his head lightly, in the hall, people from hundreds of families left slowly, feeling the words of victory before and after, they didn't stay any longer, turned and walked outside, Yan Lingji and others followed closely.

When Song Que heard Yan Lingji's words, they were stunned at first, and then shook their heads. It would be much more convenient if all matters in Zhuxia could be solved by killing people.

"My lord, there seem to be other people from Baiyue here!"

Swaying her figure, her sense of spirituality diffused wildly, perceiving all kinds of situations around her, just as she stepped out of the door with graceful steps, she raised her eyebrows, giving off a familiar aura.

"Don't bother."

Zhou Qing hummed lightly, and the words fell, looking at the four envoys who were walking towards the group of Taoists outside the door at the moment, two men and two women, all handsome and youthful, stepped forward with etiquette, and verbally said what Hou Sheng had ordered.

"Little Ling, follow me."

"Xiaoyi and them will be handed over to you."

The way of governing the country with Hou Sheng was previously determined, nodded to the four people, turned his head slightly, looked at Yan Lingji, and ordered, with a little finger, a lavender mysterious light came out of his hand and sank into Yan Ling Ji's body.

Chapter four hundred and nineteenth death of the body (second more)

"Uncle, there are so many families in Zhuxia. If I hadn't come to Jixia Academy, I always thought that among Zhuxia, there were only Taoists, Confucians, Mohists, farmers and so on."

"Although people from the farm family came today, they didn't take the stage to debate. I don't know why?"

In the previous debate hall, a total of nearly fifty schools of thought came here. Although I don't know if there are other inheritances, the various inheritances seem surprising enough.

Today, there are Mohists, famous scholars, military strategists, Confucianists, and Yin-Yang scholars who are arguing with my uncle today, but there are no peasants who came to power. When I was in Yingdu of Chu State last year, the strength of the peasants was not weak.

Seeing the two waiters in the front and the two behind, Xiao Ling didn't shy away from it. Seeing the gradual separation from Xiaoyi and the others, they embarked on another road, leading directly to Zhidao Hall, feeling suspicious.

"The reasoning of the peasant family is the same as that of the Mohist school. They are all among the common people. However, compared with the current puppet of the Mohist school, the peasant family is still somewhat useful, not to mention that the ancestor of the peasant family, Shen Nong, was also a Taoist."

"Its philosophy is similar to that of Taoism. It is useless to argue and argue with me, but it is not what the peasants want to see on stage to help me in the debate. Everyone in these hundreds of families has long deviated from the original philosophy."

The farmer who came to this trip was Lie Shantang Tian Meng, although he appeared in the debate hall, he kept silent and kept a low profile, and disappeared after he won the debate.

In the past, in Yingdu, if I wanted to help the Zhu family of the Shennongtang ascend to the position of hero, but was rejected by him, it was already doomed that there would be a situation where the farmer's silence today. Since the farmer made such a choice, they will naturally have to bear the choice in the future as a result of.

"All schools of thought have underestimated Qin for a long time."

"I don't know how Qin will treat those hundreds of families if the state of Qin is conquered in the future?"

Xiao Ling was very curious about the answer to this question. Since he came down from the mountain, he has been with his uncle, and has been exposed to too many secrets of Zhuxia.

In addition, the construction of the Zhengguo Canal in the Qin State has a stronger foundation, and the national power is far beyond the years of King Qin Zhaoxiang, but the six countries in Shandong are in a situation of constant decline.

Since my uncle has chosen Qin, it is destined that Qin will rule forever.

"The general trend of heaven is mighty, if you follow it, you will prosper, and if you go against it, you will perish!"

The answer to this question is easy to answer, Zhou Qing glanced at Xiao Ling beside him, and said softly.

What is one day?

That is, any power that does not conform to Qin Ting's will and does not obey Qin Ting's will will be doomed to perish!

"Those who rebel will perish, so, when the time comes, won't the Mo family and the peasant family be wiped out from the hundred families?"

From the attitudes of the Mo family and the peasant family towards the uncle, they have already shown their attitude towards the Qin country. If Qin falls under heaven, then, needless to say, the Mo family who are enemies of Qin will definitely be eradicated, and the peasant family is no exception.

"If we get to that point, if there are no them in the hundred families, they will be the same as the hundred families."

"Well, the environment here seems to be different, Xiao Ling, what can you possibly see?"

On this question, there is no ambiguous answer. Zhou Qing gave a detailed answer to Yu Xiaoling's inquiry. In the future, Xiaoling will take charge of the Taoist position and understand the general trend of heaven, which will be very useful.

Just as he was about to say something more, suddenly, his footsteps froze, and the lavender mysterious light flickered all over his body, but after breathing, he returned to his original state, with the floating and shallow purple mysterious light in the depths of his eyes, his spiritual sense spread, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He also looked at the four envoys leading the way in front of him and behind him, still bowed his head and said nothing, his arms brushed the surrounding space, looking at Xiao Ling, wondering if he could see anything based on Xiao Ling's practice in this period of time.

"Is the environment different here?"

Sure enough, after listening to Zhou Qing's words, Xiao Ling's body was flickered with light blue mysterious light, his dark blue eyes glowed with mysterious light, and his condensed spiritual sense looked around. Elegant area.

After all, the Daoist Hall used to be where King Qi lived. The road under his feet was wide and flat, and not far away was a small lake that swayed and rippled in the breeze. There were winding corridors built on the lake, and there were many rockeries and lush greenery.

Above the void, white clouds were floating, the sun was shining across the sky, and wisps of hot light fell, making the atmosphere between the heaven and the earth gradually hotter, and after another hour, the masculinity between the heaven and the earth would reach its limit.

The spiritual sense spread to the extreme, the sound of the breeze, the sound of the messenger's stepping, the sound of the water waves, everything seemed...too clear, making the world seem to lose all impurities and become pure and clear.