Saint of the Confucian way

Ji Zhibai got off the a ox cart, his heart was agitated, looked at the gate of Zuo Xiang's residence, knocked on the doorring as usual and said, "students come to see their mentor."

As usual, the porter would come running and even call master Ji, but today, no one opened the door for a long time. Finally, I just heard an impatient voice from inside.

"Who?"

Ji Zhibai frowned, patted the doorknob hard, and said loudly, "student Ji Zhibai, see your mentor!"

"Wait a minute!"

After a while, the door opened with a squeak, revealing the head of a middle-aged man. He said impatiently, "who? Oh? It's master Ji. Look at me. I'm old and confused. What are you going to do so late?"

Ji knows that Bai's fists are clenched, and the flames of humiliation and anger are surging in his eyes. He wants to hit his fist on the bridge of the concierge's nose. As a favorite student of Zuo Xiang and the top scholar of Jingguo, he has never been so despised by the concierge!

Jizhi Bai didn't tangle with the porter, but bowed his hand coldly and said, "I'll see my mentor."

The porter sighed and said, "the master is very busy recently. It's late. Lord Ji, why don't you come back first and wait for tomorrow."

Ji knew that Bai felt evil fire running through his brain and almost turned around and left. He could suppress his anger rationally. Then he took out a broken silver from his purse, handed it to the porter, squeezed out an ugly smile and said, "please forgive me. I have something important to discuss."

The porter put the broken silver into his mouth and said with a smile, "since Lord Ji said so, it's hard to stop the small one. Please!"

"Thank you."

Ji knew that Bai Jin, when he was in the beginner's door, resisted his anger and walked slowly to Xiang's study. Along the way, his mood fluctuated and his heart kept guessing what his mentor would look like when he saw himself.

Along the way, I met servants or servant girls from Prime Minister Zuo's residence. These people were respectful in front of him, but they had something in their eyes. They whispered before they knew Bai was far away.

"Alas, at first I wanted to be his concubine and show kindness to him, but he ignored it at all. Now? I still ignore him!"

"It's a pity. I had a chance to be a Xiangye."

"With him? Who can compare with Fang Xusheng except our master in panoramic kingdom? He takes his own eggs against stones. No wonder others!"

"The housekeeper prohibited us from talking about Ji Zhibai a few days ago. I'm too lazy to take care of it these days."

"A scholar who can't be an official and has broken courage is still called a scholar? Wait for the elderly..."

Ji Zhibai felt his head tingling and his heart was infinitely sad. He held back in Ning'an county and on the road, but he could hardly control his emotions in the face of the contempt of these servants. However, after all, he was the number one scholar in a country. With red eyes, he went to the door of the study.

The light in the study was on. I knew that Bai was about to knock on the door, but the door opened automatically, and a gentle voice came from inside.

"As the teacher said, you don't have to knock when you enter Liu's house. The porter will die tomorrow."

Ji Zhibai couldn't help it anymore, and big tears rolled down from his eyes.

"Teacher, students are incompetent!" Ji Zhibai stepped into the study, saw Liu Shan's kind face, looked at his many white hair in just a year, tears covered the world, and then knelt down heavily.

Liu Shan got up, quickly picked up Ji Zhibai, held Ji Zhibai's shoulder with both hands, looked up and down, nodded, and smiled kindly: "well, I've suffered a lot, but I'm still the best student in Liu Shan!"

"Teacher..." Ji knew that Bai's tears flowed out like a flood breaking the dike, and then he cried like a child.

Liu Shan patted Ji Zhibai's back gently. His eyes were slightly red, but soon dissipated slowly.

"Victory or defeat is a common thing for soldiers. I was punished by the former Emperor when I was a teacher, and I almost fell down. Didn't I survive? It's not your problem. It's the evil spirit who has been too lucky. It's not the first genius in a thousand years. If I met him when I was a teacher, I would be defeated. What's it to lose to a virtual saint?"

"Well..."

Liu Shan advised him with good words. His voice contained the power to calm people's hearts. However, for a moment, Ji Zhibai let Ji Zhibai vent his negative emotions and cheer up.

"Teacher, I have joined Juwen Pavilion..." Ji Zhibai said the story again.

Liu Shan lost his smile and said, "I thought about telling you in a few days that since the young Duke came to the door, I would say in advance that you are suitable to go to Bakong mountain and make a comeback!"

"Yes!" Ji Zhibai cheered up. Although his face was decadent, it was much more exciting than when he entered the door.

Liu Shan smiled and said, "but if you want to go, you have to go after September."

Ji Zhibai couldn't restrain his excitement and asked in a low voice, "mentor, can you tell me what kind of people are fighting against Fang Yun?"

Liu Shan pondered for a moment and said, "if someone else, I won't reveal half a word. Since it's you, I'll reveal some. The two semi saints shot!"

"What!" Ji Zhibai exclaimed, ecstatic at first, and then his smile dissipated, "master, it's impossible! If the foreign semi saints dare to enter Ning'an City, they will force the saints and cultural treasures in the holy yard to fight. If they stimulate all the power of spring and autumn, I'm afraid they will directly kill hundreds of millions of people in the whole grass! Even if the wolf killing the demon saint is the ancestral God, they will die."

Liu Shan smiled and sat back in his seat, looking at the bright moon outside the window.

After thinking for a long time, Jizhi Bai suddenly realized, "I understand..." then he looked at the full moon outside the window like Liushan.

Though far apart, we are still able to share the beauty of the moon together.

In the backyard of Ning'an City, Fang Yun's family are enjoying the moon.

Ao Huang, nu Nu, inkstone turtle, ink girl, fog butterfly and small meteor ran around the yard like huan'er.

"It's a little cold. If you're cold, go back to the house." Fang Yun said to Yang Yuhuan.

Yang Yuhuan smiled and said, "thanks to you and AO Huang, the tonic has not been broken. You won't get sick for many days. It doesn't matter if you are blown by the autumn wind. You should pay more attention to your body and don't sleep until dawn every day."

"I might as well do something. I'm talented enough, even if I don't sleep all year round."

"Ji Zhibai's business is over. You should be able to spend the next palace exam quietly. As long as the palace exam is over, you will be the champion." Yang Yuhuan said.

"I hope it will be safe." Fang Yun smiled, looked up at the full moon in the sky, and his eyes flashed a touch of worry.

Yang Yuhuan put all his heart on Fang Yun, vaguely aware that Fang Yun seemed worried, and asked in a low voice, "will they hinder you?"

"Not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. It's always right to be careful." Fang Yun said.

"Yes."

Fang Yun looked at the full moon in the sky and remembered last year's Mid Autumn Festival. Now the holy ruins were broken and the comet corridor collapsed. Since then, no one can enter the holy ruins and comet corridor.

"I don't know what happened to Niushan and dog," Fang Yun thought.

Under the same sky and the same bright moon.

There are hundreds of thousands of naturalized barbarians living in the nuzhi tribe of the state of Wu. Many barbarians are the same as the people of the state of Wu if they don't look at their faces and listen to their accents.

When the moon is full, it is the time for some barbarians to worship, and the moon god religion is the most important today.

The moon god religion was originally an ordinary religion in the nuzhi tribe. After Niushan received God's grace, the moon god religion grew rapidly. Now there are more than 30000 followers, and it has become the largest religion in the nuzhi tribe.

After worshiping the moon god, the powerful Niushan looked at the full moon and muttered to himself.

"Still too little..."