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

"It's a pity, if Yan Hui and Zilu could watch this scene with Kong Qiu, it would be great!"

Confucius' tone was full of sadness and sorrow, which was a regret that he could not resolve in his life.

The wind, blowing gently, shook the willows, as if whispering softly.

Saints, too, cry.

Saints, too.

The wind is slack and the water is cold, and the strong men never return.

If there are few friends, who will listen to the broken string?
The breeze blew across Confucius' face, curling up the strands of pale and dry hair, dancing gently in the air.That kind face was exposed, wrinkled with age, and the flesh kept falling under the pressure.

Confucius seemed to have lost all his strength, and bent down dejectedly, with a look of sadness in his eyes.

Everything around fell silent, as if it had been exaggerated by Confucius, it looked a little bleak.

Confucius let the wind blow his face and his hair flew around, but he looked at the children in the classroom affectionately and murmured to himself.

When you laugh and when you cry, saints, tears burst.

Thinking about the past, worrying like weaving.Nostalgic for the homeland, empty traces.

The ideal has been realized, but the old man is no longer there.

Those disciples were all infected by Confucius' emotions, recalled the past, and wept sadly.

"My heart hurts so much, Ning An, can you hug my master for me? I think he is so pitiful now. He is not a saint now, but a teacher who lost his disciple."

"If Ning An could travel to Yan Hui, Zilu and the others would be fine, and Confucius wouldn't have to be so sad."

"Upstairs, you don't understand. The sage Confucius is nearing his end now. If Yan Hui, Zilu and the others are still alive, their state of mind and artistic conception are different. The Confucius of this period is just right."

"Enen, although I'm very sad, I think Brother Ning An's choice is reasonable. It's just that the acting is too good, and I'm too involved. I want to cry."

The scene in front of him not only made the disciples of Confucius feel distressed, but also made countless audiences feel distressed.

Everyone looked at the old man in front of him. One moment, they were still happy because their ideals were realized, but the next second they turned into grief because the disciples couldn't see the same way, and their hearts were pulled.

No one thinks he is an actor anymore, and everyone can't help but take it in.

Yan Hui is the one with the highest knowledge and the best character among the disciples of Confucius. Confucius regards him as his successor. He hopes that after his death, Confucius can inherit his knowledge and let the ideal of benevolence and righteousness be fueled. According to legend, it will never be extinct!
But I never thought that I would provoke a white-haired person to send a black-haired person.

On that day, Confucius was so sad that he almost had his heart cut off. The kind of relationship that transcends master and student and is as close as father and son is beyond human comprehension.

Zilu is the most upright and brave man among the disciples of Confucius. He once bullied Confucius and was taught by Confucius. He successfully changed from a reckless man to a benevolent warrior. The last persistence.

But it was such a Confucian warrior who died in a war.

Kuaikui ordered Shiqi to shoot down Zilu's crown with a spear, and Zilu said, "When a gentleman dies, the crown is inevitable."
Even when a gentleman is about to die, he must dress neatly.

In the process of fastening the hat tassel, he was chopped into meat paste.

Confucius attached great importance to clothing, and Zilu never forgot Confucius' teachings before his death.

Hearing what Confucius said, Ning An waved it lightly.

In the sky, thunder suddenly passed, and the sky became dark in an instant.

A gloomy, oppressive atmosphere rushed towards the face, and the black clouds overwhelmed the city, with extraordinary momentum.

Lightning streaks pierced through the bag-like black clouds again and again, revealing a few cracks and revealing a little bit of light.

Everyone was shocked, but Confucius stood there, looking up at the sky, without fear or fright.

The old man just stood there straight, as if nothing in the world could break his spine.

A hurricane rolled up in the sky, whistling, and everything around was blown up and rattling.

At this moment, two gleams of light suddenly fell, and the light was a bit soft. Everyone rubbed their eyes and stared, stunned for a while.

Confucius was surprised at first, and then ecstatic.

"Back, Zhong You!!!"

At this moment, this ancient old man burst out with vitality that did not belong to this age, his legs were like the wind, and he came to the light and shadow in two steps.

He couldn't restrain his excitement, there was no part of his body that was not trembling, he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Yan Hui, Zilu has always been the regret and grief in his heart.

Even, no less than the avenue.

He dreamed countless times that he was pursuing the Dao with two people, and even during lectures, there would always be two empty seats next to him.

Everyone knows that it is reserved for Yan Hui and Zilu.

Even though they are no longer there.

Confucius never thought in his life that he could see two people again.

He felt like he was dreaming now, and he didn't pinch himself to see if it was a dream.

If this is a dream, then please let it be longer, let me Kong Qiu see my two children again...

"Master."

Just when Confucius had thousands of words in his heart and didn't know how to speak, a call came softly, touching the soft place in his heart, and he broke his defense.

"Hey!"

Confucius responded heavily, and Dou Da's tears kept rolling down like broken pearls.

The hot teardrops left traces on his face.

"Master, don't cry, your disciple will die forever." When Yan Hui saw Confucius crying, his heart ached and he quickly bowed down.

"Master, don't cry. My disciple is here to see you." Zhong You straightened up and looked at Confucius. Although his tone was joyful, he still couldn't hide the tremor in his voice.

"Okay, okay, Master, don't cry, don't cry." Confucius wiped his tears quickly, looked at his two most proud disciples, and felt that he had no regrets in this life, even if he died now, it was worth it.

"Hey, are you okay?" Confucius wanted to say a lot, but when it came to his lips, it was such a cliché, an ordinary sentence.

"Master, Yan Hui is very good. How is Master? Are you still in good health?"

"Okay, very good. Look, your body is strong and healthy, free from disease and disaster." Confucius patted his body quickly, and showed Yan Hui a healthy posture.

He had lost Yan Hui for so long that he thought Yan Hui had never left.

"The master is healthy, and the disciple is relieved."

"Zhong Yuan, what about you? You died a heroic and dignified death, that is, Master misses you..." Confucius turned his head to look at Zilu, and couldn't help but his eyes turned red again.

The scene before Zhong You's death is something he will never forget in his life.

"Master, Zhong You is also very good, so there is no need to worry. Zhong You is just worried about Master, in this troubled world. Now that Master is in good health, Zhong You... is relieved."

Zilu is a brawny man, but he doesn't mean to be rough at all, and his gestures are full of elegance.

"Don't worry, Master, Master is very good, Hui, Zhong You, Master, I really want to be able to realize my dream with you, and let you inherit my mantle, you, why do you..." Confucius has hidden the words in his heart for so many years , said it.

He originally thought that he would have no chance to speak in this life, but today he has such an opportunity, very good, very good.

"Master, don't cry. It is the luckiest thing in Yan Hui's life to be able to accompany Master to study and preach. It's just that Yan Hui can't take care of Master all the time. It's Yan Hui who broke his promise. I hope Master will forgive me."

"Master, Zhong You can't protect Master anymore. In the future, Master must take care of himself. Zhong Yuan will protect Master in the next life. This life is farewell."

The two bowed to Confucius together, with indescribable grief and sadness in their voices.

Confucius told two people what he hadn't had time to say, and they did the same.

Confucius closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face. Under the strong wind and dark clouds, this figure looked a little stooped, lonely and lonely.

Many disciples were already sobbing. They wanted to say something, but they didn't know what to say.

"Brothers, in the future, Master will entrust you all, thank you Yan Hui."

"Brothers, in the future, the master's safety will be entrusted to you, Zhong You thank you."

The two looked at the group of disciples behind Confucius, and bowed to salute.

The group of disciples hurriedly returned the salute, replying with crying and trembling voices.

"It should be so, and I will live up to my trust."

"It should be so, and I will live up to my trust."

Hearing this, both Yan Hui and Zhong You laughed, they felt relieved.

Zigong hesitated to speak, and the three of them looked at each other and smiled, everything needless to be said or unspeakable was seen in their eyes.

The two looked up at the sky, and then looked at Confucius.

"Thank you Master for encouraging me to write, so that Yan Hui can learn the way of a sage, the study of benevolence and righteousness, so that he will not spend his life in a daze."

"Thank you, master, for inviting me to be polite, so that Zhong You can change from a reckless man to a gentleman, so that he will not be foolish all his life, doing evil and becoming a tyrant."

The two are thanking Confucius for his kindness and understanding.

Confucius opened his lips, did not speak, and looked a little lonely.

He seemed to have guessed what was going to happen next, but he was a little bit reluctant.

Seeing that Confucius did not speak, Yan Hui and Zilu were silent.

He looked at Ning An and bowed in vain.

Ning An immediately returned the salute. These two are also sages, sages who burned their lives for their ideals.

Then the two looked towards the classroom, listening to the sound of reading books, their faces showed intoxicated expressions.

"Master's dream has finally come true. It sounds so nice."

"No, it's our ideal." Confucius said suddenly, with a firm tone.

Yan Hui and Zilu were stunned at first, then laughed, and laughed heartily.

"Master, we are going."

As soon as the words fell, the dark clouds in the sky quickly broke apart as if hit by a heavy hammer, and a ray of light penetrated through the huge hole, shining on the earth.

Everything just now seemed like a dream, illusory, no longer there.

Everyone is just waking up from a big dream, and they are a little absent-minded, as if it was just a big dream, and now they are just waking up.

Only Confucius' tears never stopped. At this moment, the voices of Yan Hui and Zilu echoed in his ears, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

"Master, take care, we will be your disciples in the next life."