At this moment, I have awakened the eternal heroic spirit of China

The few people in the live broadcast room clicked in casually in the square, but at this moment they were already stunned, and it was difficult to express their feelings in words.

"Brothers, am I blind? Is this damn live broadcast? Are you making trouble with me?"

"This atmosphere, this special effect, to be honest, I was in post-production. It would be fine if it was edited in post-production, but if it was live broadcast, it would be really scary."

"I originally wanted to watch the girl, but this live broadcast successfully attracted me, let's go with the girl or something, I just hope that I can have this level in the future!"

"Brothers, follow me, Qingliu in the live broadcast, I want to share it with my grandparents, grandparents!"

The few viewers joined the heated discussion one after another, and the barrage flew up. Those who didn't know thought there were hundreds or thousands of people.

Ning An certainly didn't care about these things. There seemed to be a door of nothingness in front of him. The silent space seemed a bit oppressive, and a heavy and solemn atmosphere came over his face. He put his hands on the door and pushed gently.

The light flashed, and the scene had already been changed.

In front of you, there are singing birds and fragrant flowers, beautiful mountains and clear waters.

An old man with white beard and hair in a plain robe was sitting cross-legged under the willows, in the breeze.Fell on the desk, a great righteousness rippling from the old man, making people feel refreshed.

Beside him, hundreds of disciples guarded him, all holding bamboo slips and wolf hairs, listening to the teachings.

It's quite leisurely and enjoyable.

Although it is simple, it has a special taste.

Although the plainly dressed old man with extraordinary temperament seemed to be aware of something strange, he raised his head slightly and looked at Ning An.

When the four eyes met, sparks suddenly rose, and the eyes that spanned more than 2000 years had a fierce collision.

Confucius, Confucius!
Of course, later generations may prefer to call him.

Hole saint!
At this moment, there are already hundreds of people in the live broadcast room, and the good retention made Douyin push him to more people.

Those eyes not only collided with Ning An, but also created sparks with hundreds of spectators!

The first sage through the ages, Confucius.

A lifetime of benevolence, the founder of Confucianism, with a magnanimous aura, involuntarily radiated out, and that spark made many audiences feel turbulent.

"My God, this old man looks so kind. For some reason, he always feels warm in his heart and extremely at ease. Is this the number one saint of all time?"

"Me too, I always feel that this old man has a different kind of temperament, which is very comfortable and makes people involuntarily feel ethereal. The words of a saint, could it be Confucius?"

"Tao! I actually felt the taste of Tao from an actor through a screen. This is so mysterious! I am a Taoist priest!"

"Wow, I seem to have a feeling that I can't explain what the upstairs said! I'm sorry, I don't have much education, I can only say one thing, shit, awesome!!!"

"This live broadcast is too good. I can give this grandpa [-] points for his acting skills. He looks much better than those who show their buttocks and show their breasts."

Many people turned off the bullet screen silently. It was hard to imagine that the bullet screen would be seamlessly connected in the live broadcast room with more than a hundred people, so that no one could be seen.

"who?!"

A disciple next to Confucius stood up suddenly and drew his sword, looking at Ning An vigilantly, and the surrounding disciples also looked unkind.

However, before Ning An could speak, Confucius first laughed, although he was old but powerful, he raised his sleeve and pressed it lightly, facing all the disciples.

"It's such a pleasure to have friends come from afar, Zigong, have you forgotten this truth?"

Zigong felt ashamed when he heard this, and hastily bowed and buried his head deeply.

"Master, Zigong knows his mistake."

"Master, this disciple knows his mistake!"

Many disciples looked ashamed, put away their weapons, and bowed to Confucius.

Confucius looked at Ning An, and bowed slightly with apology.

"All disciples, be careful, friends, don't blame me, Kong Qiu of the State of Lu, where is your step?"

Ning An hurriedly returned the salute. In front of this saint, he did not dare to be arrogant, and he came here with great respect.

"My junior, Ning An, is a scholar from more than 2000 years later. This trip, I am here to see the master's demeanor and ask for advice on the Analects of Confucius."

When many disciples heard Ning An's words, they all had heated discussions.

"After more than 2000 years? Impossible, this son must be a fraudster."

"Could it be that you want to borrow the name of the master, I have to be careful, the master is benevolent, don't let this kid deceive you."

"........."

Ning An also turned a deaf ear to everything around him. He naturally understood that it was extremely difficult for the ancients to accept this statement.

Confucius looked at the junior in a strange costume in front of him, and then suddenly burst out laughing.

All the disciples didn't understand why, even Ning An was a little surprised, never thought that Confucius would be like this.

"Don't talk about strange powers and chaotic gods. If you don't believe in it, respect ghosts and gods and stay away. No matter where your friends come from, it doesn't matter in the mortal world. To explore knowledge is to be a fellow."

Confucius' words made the disciples feel ashamed and guilty, and Ning An also admired him.

It is not unreasonable that only Confucius has an extraordinary status among scholars for thousands of years.

"The master's measure, the younger generation admires!"

Ning An is truly admirable now. Compared with the blunt image in the book, the Confucius in front of him is what makes him feel the virtue of a sage.

"What did my friend just say, the Analects of Confucius?"

Confucius expressed his doubts, and his disciples also sat upright.

"The Analects of Confucius is a summary of the words and deeds of the master and all the disciples." Ning An mentioned the Analects of Confucius, more respectfully.

"Lun means compilation, language means speech, the Analects of Confucius is a good name."

Confucius did not marvel at the summary of words and deeds, but praised the name Analects of Confucius.In the eyes of Confucius, since Ning'an said that he came through time travel more than 2000 years later, this trip is not surprising.He had already put himself in Ning An's position and looked at Ning An's words.

"I don't know, who named it?" Confucius is now more than seventy years old, but he has never been old. He is silent, and there is a bit of vitality in the conversation.

Ning An smiled and shook his head: "This, I really don't know."

Confucius burst out laughing when he heard this. For some reason, Confucius always felt that the young man in front of him was not like a madman, nor like a fraudster. There was an inexplicable closeness to him.

"It's okay, since my friend is here to explore the discussion, you might as well express your doubts."

Ning An was silent for a while, then looked up at Confucius.

"Master, in this turbulent and turbulent world where rituals and music are broken, what do you want to teach by preaching and deeding?"

(Note: On both phonetic and ideographic characters. Zhuanwen follows the words, and Conglun (expresses the rules). It will analyze the meaning of affairs in an orderly manner. Lun also expresses the sound. Now the theory is simplified. The characters of Conglun sound are more organized and hierarchical. Righteousness. There is no doubt that the theory originated from Lun Dang. The theory only appeared in Qin and Han characters, and it will not appear too early. The plot needs it, and there is no need to be true.)