I have a role in the heavens

"Guest, where did this guest come from? What kind of guest is he?"

"A bad old man, a shabby old scholar, from the Chinese Confucian Temple, an unpleasant guest!"

"Old scholar, isn't he a scholar? Is he very knowledgeable? Can you help me write an article about the big water monster in Mute Lake?"

"Yes, he is very knowledgeable, so it should be okay? He is here, you can ask him!"

When Zhou Mili heard this, he was full of expectations and welcome for this upcoming guest. He thought that he must entertain this old scholar well and make him feel at home. In this way, he proposed to write an article, and he also Too bad I refused.

Zhou Jue glanced at the excited little girl in black, had a clear understanding of her thoughts, and said.

"The Holy Master has promised to record you in Confucian history books, and I have also written an article for you. Why do you still ask this old scholar to write an article for you?"

Zhou Mili wrinkled her little nose, with an expression that said you don't understand, and said matter-of-factly.

"Who knows if the sage master will break his promise? I haven't seen myself recorded in the Confucian history books. Although you also wrote an article for me, one article is not enough. What if something happens? , if this article is lost in the future, then no one will be able to remember me, the dumb lake monster. It’s better to write more articles to be safe!”

Zhou Jue looked at the little girl in black in surprise. In her confused little mind, she could actually think of the truth that all eggs cannot be put in one basket. It is really surprising that she has such a sense of risk.

Zhou Mili seemed to be offended by Zhou Jue's gaze. He frowned, frowned, and asked dissatisfiedly.

"Zhou Jue, what's your look like?"

"Nothing, I didn't expect you to be so smart?"

Zhou Jue quickly withdrew his gaze and nonchalantly praised the little girl in black, but his tone was perfunctory, making it impossible to feel any sincerity.

"Zhou Jue, I will fight with you!"

Zhou Mili was instantly furious. The little girl lowered her head and bumped into him. She was held up by a broad palm and a pair of small hands waved desperately. However, her arms were too short and she couldn't reach Zhou Jue at all.

"Okay, stop making trouble!"

Zhou Jue played with the little girl in black for a while, then put down his palm and let Zhou Mili hit her legs twice, which made her let out a bad breath, and then slowly spoke.

Three days later, the poor Lao Xiu went to deal with some matters first, severed the connection between Cui Han and Cui Dongshan, made them Chen Pingan's students, and accepted the straw sandals boy as his close disciple.

"Now that all the mundane matters have been settled, it's time to visit the Great Wall of Sword Qi!"

"The distance is a bit far, but I happen to know a lot of skills. Let me think about which skill is suitable?"

"Well, the Taoist method of shrinking the ground into an inch is good. It's the fastest!"

The old scholar bumped the bag behind him, exhaled a breath of turbid air in his chest, stretched out his toes, picked out a pile of sand in front of him, muttered something, and then flattened the small pile of sand with one foot, and the old man's figure disappeared in an instant. .

The old scholar stood in the city to the north of the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Monks with swords on their waists could be seen everywhere on the streets. Their whole bodies exuded sharp edges. The atmosphere of this place was completely different from the atmosphere of Haoran Tianxia. It was full of chilling air and lacked a few points. Prosperity and luxury, but also uniquely interesting.

The old scholar raised his head and glanced at the towering city wall close at hand, and felt the majestic energy that was almost integrated with the nature of heaven and earth. A look of wonder appeared on his face, and a trace of fluctuation flashed in his turbid yellow eyes. sighed.

"He is worthy of being the number one swordsman in the world, and can even be called the number one swordsman of the human race in ancient and modern times. The Qi around him is as sharp as another Great Wall of Sword Qi, separating the Wild World and the Haoran World. There is also this person sitting here, the Savage Monster Clan It is impossible to invade the vast world."

The old scholar was well-informed and even discussed the path with the sage master. He could clearly sense that the azure shirt at the highest point of the Sword Qi Great Wall had reached a state of aura that had transcended the mountain tops of the human world and climbed up the ladder to heaven, which almost made him There was an illusion of facing the sage master of the fifteenth level.

"His realm has reached the fifteenth realm, but for some reason he still stays on the top of the mountain and never ascends to the sky!"

The old scholar's long silver-white eyebrows frowned slightly, and his turbid old eyes flashed with light of thought. He did not rush to the Sword Qi Great Wall, but chose to take a stroll in the city first.

The old scholar stepped forward and disappeared into the crowd. He looked ordinary and had no extraordinary appearance. He found a wine shop and sat down.

The old scholar had never been rich, and his money was tight, so he couldn't afford a good quality bamboo leaf green. He just made a 2-liang clay pot roast. It was turbid and sour, and the taste was not very good, but he could barely survive his alcohol addiction and satisfy the craving in his stomach. Greedy.

At this moment, a short girl, wearing a black robe, made of expensive materials, exquisite embroidery, and worth a lot of money, walked into the wine shop and said to the shopkeeper.

"Shopkeeper Wang, it's still the same, bring me a few pots of century-old bamboo leaf green!"

The shopkeeper of the wine shop is an old man about fifty years old, with a fair face and a slightly plump face, and is very friendly. When he saw the little girl in black, the smile on his face became more sincere, and he bent down and smiled.

"Hey, the millet grains are here, please wait a moment, I will let the waiter prepare the best bamboo leaf green!"

The little girl in black seemed to be a regular customer of the wine shop. She nodded slightly and looked around. She saw that every table was full of guests. Only the shabby old scholar was still free. She walked slowly to the table and said to them.

"Grandpa, is there anyone here? Can I sit down?"

The shabby old scholar put down the wine glass in his hand and looked up at the little girl. A strange color flashed in his eyes. She had a tall head and horns, like a dragon, and there was water around her body. In the future, this little girl was afraid that she would become the co-owner of all the rivers in the world. Not to be underestimated.

"There's no one, just sit down wherever you want!"

The old scholar said casually, picked up the wine glass again, took a sip of the slightly sour clay pot, smacked his lips, and looked so satisfied that he almost forgot what the wine tasted like.

Zhou Mili looked at the old scholar who squinted his eyes and tasted the food carefully, with a hint of curiosity on his face, and asked.

"Grandpa, are you new to Sword Qi Great Wall? I haven't seen you before!"

The old scholar opened his cloudy eyes wide, looked at this innocent and innocent little girl with great affection, and replied.

"That's right, old man, I just arrived at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and I want to come and admire the grace of the Sword Immortal!"

Zhou Mili glanced at the luggage on the ground and then at the old scholar's aged face. He couldn't help but feel kindhearted and said sympathetically.

"Grandpa, you are so old, why don't you have any descendants to accompany you?"

When the old scholar heard this, he showed a somewhat bitter expression on his face. He thought of his traitor Cui Chan and became very angry.

"Old man, I have never married and have no descendants. I have taken in a few disciples, but I have not seen them for many years. I did meet the eldest disciple in the past few days, but he was a traitor who rebelled against me and did not want to follow me."

When Zhou Mili heard this, he was very angry. He slammed his little hand on the table and said angrily.

"It's so unfair that there are such unfilial disciples in the world!"

Zhou Mili felt more and more sympathetic to the old man. Seeing that he could only afford the cheapest local roast, and looked reluctant to part with it, he hurriedly said to Shopkeeper Wang at the counter.

"Shopkeeper Wang, give this old man a pot of bamboo leaf green, I'll pay for it!"

When the shabby old scholar heard this, the folds on his face bloomed like flowers, he smiled brightly, showing his big yellow teeth, and he accepted it calmly.

"Great!"

Shopkeeper Wang took a pot of bamboo leaf green and brought it to the old scholar, then withdrew.

"Oh, we can't waste it!"

The old scholar quickly picked up the wine pot and poured himself a glass. The hops were clear and the wine had a mellow aroma. His nose twitched slightly, and the greed in his stomach became stronger. The wine glass was filled to the top, and a few drops of wine overflowed onto the table. He quickly reached out and wiped it, then put his finger into his mouth, feeling heartbroken.

After the old scholar finished doing this, he picked up the wine glass and took a sip. His eyes were slightly narrowed, with an expression of enjoyment on his face, as if he had never drank such good wine before, looking more and more poor.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Mili felt even more pitiful for the old man and said to the old scholar.

"Grandpa, if you want to drink in the future, come to this wine shop and I will let Shopkeeper Wang put it on my account!"

The old scholar didn't know what politeness meant at all, so he nodded quickly and said.

"Thank you very much, little girl!"

"It's a big deal. We are all Jianghu people. We rely on friends when we go out. Why don't we thank you for anything!" Zhou Mili put on an old Jianghu look, waved his hand boldly, and said nonchalantly, It just doesn't match her cute and well-behaved appearance, which makes people feel a little funny.

"That makes sense. You can rely on your parents at home and your friends when you go out. We will be friends from now on!"

"Just call me old scholar. I don't know what your name is?"

The old scholar drank the wine in one gulp, looked directly at the little girl in black, and said very boldly.

"My name is Zhou Mili. This name was given to me by Zhou Jue. You can also call me Xiaomili!"

Zhou Mili introduced herself very happily. She had made another friend in the world today, and she wanted to show off to Zhou Jue later.

"Zhou Jue?"

The old scholar's face changed slightly, his eyes were deep, and he said with some surprise.

"Zhou Jue is the Great Sword Immortal of the Great Wall of Sword Qi. He is very powerful. I will introduce you to him in the future!"

Zhou Mili explained to the old scholar happily, completely unaware of the change in the old scholar's expression.

"This girl is actually related to Zhou Jue. No wonder she can bring together the world's water transport and condense the dragon's bloodline!"

"Your name is Lao Xiucai, are you also a scholar?"

Zhou Mili's big black and white eyes were bright, blinking, staring at the old scholar, and asked.

The old scholar glanced at the inexplicably excited little girl in black in surprise, wondering why she cared so much about the scholar, and replied.

"Of course I am a scholar. I am not bragging, old man. There are not many scholars in the whole world who are more knowledgeable than me?"

As the fourth sage of Confucianism, the old scholar was enshrined in the Confucian Temple and was worshiped by scholars all over the world. If he hadn't been defeated in the March 4th War, abandoned his body and imprisoned himself in the merit forest, his lineage would still be able to compete with Confucian orthodoxy today.

"Even that old guy Yu Ke doesn't dare to say he can beat me in knowledge!"

The old scholar directly raised the jug and took a swig. The clear wine flowed from the mouth of the jug and fell into his mouth. A look of pride appeared on the old man's wrinkled face.

The debate between Wen Sheng and Ya Sheng back then was actually a cultural dispute between Wen Sheng and Li Sheng. Regarding whether human nature is inherently good or human nature is evil, the two sides secretly made a bet. The great dynasty promoted "rituals, music" and "merit", and the results will be seen sixty years later.

It was only for the sake of stabilizing the situation in the world and not wanting to cause a split in Confucianism that the old scholar was willing to lose the March 4th War. Even his statue was moved out of the Confucian Temple. From then on, the lineage of Literary Saints declined.

Zhou Mili felt that the name Yu Ke was familiar, but he just couldn't remember it. He scratched his head with his small hands in distress, his pale eyebrows squirming like caterpillars, and his confused little head began to operate at full power.

"Yuke, are you talking about the Lisheng? Old scholar, your lies are too false!"

After a while, the little girl in black patted her head and finally remembered who Yu Ke was. She made a face at the old scholar and laughed.

When the old scholar heard this, he looked up at Zhou Mili in surprise. Speaking of the Lisheng, everyone in the four worlds knew about it, but few people knew the name of the Lisheng. He was a little surprised. The confused little girl in black actually knew that Yu Ke was the ceremonial saint.

"It's amazing that you actually know Yu Ke's identity!"

Hearing this, Zhou Mili raised his little head proudly and said triumphantly.

"What does this mean? I even plucked the beard of your scholar ancestor, and he also said that he would ask the sage to record this incident in the history books! I don't know if he has forgotten this?!"

Zhou Mili sighed when she said this, with a look of worry on her face. This matter is related to whether the big water monster of Dumb Lake can stay in history and be famous for generations. For her, it is a big deal. It's a small matter, but to the Holy Master, it's a trivial matter. Can the old man still remember it?

The old scholar took a breath of cold air. Even if he had no taboos and was extremely bold, he would not dare to pull out the beard of the sage. This little girl in black might have eaten into the heart of the barbaric ancestor.

"You are still awesome!"

The old scholar lowered his head and took a sip of wine, looked up at Zhou Mili, stretched out his right thumb, and said with shame.

"Hahaha, I'm actually not that powerful!"

"The Holy Master is an old immortal in the sky, but he just doesn't want to be like me, a water monster as small as a grain of rice!"

Zhou Mili's face showed a bit of shyness. She was quite self-aware. She was just a small water monster in the fifth level. The Holy Master could blow her to death with just one breath. She was not that capable of stroking her beard. , the sage’s demeanor as the most saintly teacher, don’t care about yourself.

When the old scholar heard what Zhou Mili said, he couldn't help but look at him with admiration and continued.

"That's amazing. No one has ever dared to pull out his old man's beard!"

Zhou Mili was very happy. She felt that this old scholar spoke well and understood her well. He was simply a close friend in life, unlike Zhou Jue who made her angry every time he opened his mouth and always said that she had water in her head. This was simply too much.

Zhou Mili chatted happily with the old scholar, talking about the interesting things he and Zhou Jue encountered while traveling around the world, and forgot about the time for a while.

Even though the waiter at the wine shop had prepared all the wine, Zhou Mili still had no intention of leaving the wine shop. He only focused on chatting with the old scholar, completely forgetting about Zhou Jue who was waiting on the top of the city. Give it to the old scholar to drink.

The old scholar's thin cheeks were stained with a touch of red. He was drunk and drowsy. He listened to Zhou Mili's story with relish and echoed a few words from time to time.

"belch!"

The old scholar has not drunk such a good wine for a long time. Although it is not as good as the royal tribute wine from the Middle-earth Divine Continent, the century-old Bamboo Leaf Green is already the most expensive on this rough sword energy Great Wall, which makes him addicted to alcohol for hundreds of years. Satisfied.

"Xiaomili, Confucianism values ​​courtesy and reciprocity. You treat the old scholar to a drink with me. If there is anything I can do to help you, just tell me!"

Only then did Zhou Mili stop his eloquent narration, his black and white eyes kept turning, flashing with a cunning light, and he hurriedly spoke.

"Old scholar, since you said so, I won't be polite to you, otherwise I will look down on you as a friend!"

The little girl in black pretended to think for a while, raised her head to observe the old scholar's reaction, and said.

"You are a scholar and have knowledge. Please help me write a strange article about the big water monster in Dumb Lake!"

The old scholar is a literary sage with profound wisdom. He has long reached the level of understanding everything in the world and being knowledgeable in human affairs. He could not see the thoughts of the little girl in black. However, he did not expose Zhou Mili, but responded with a smile. road.

"No problem, if you have any other requests, just ask!"

The twinkling light in Zhou Mili's eyes became brighter, and he leaned forward, approaching the old scholar, and said seriously.

"It's best to make the big water monster of Dumb Lake more fierce and majestic, so that every household can remember it!"

The old scholar smiled, satisfied all the requirements of the little girl in black, nodded and said.

"Don't worry, I will definitely make the Great Water Monster of Mute Lake more vicious than the Great Throne Demon in the Wild World. After all, even the Great Throne Demon has never pulled out the beard of the Holy Master!"

Zhou Mili was relieved now and reached out to pat the old scholar on the shoulder. However, his arms were too short, so he had no choice but to pat the other person's arm and said very proudly.

"Old scholar, you are so loyal!"

"Similarly, I, Zhou Mili, am also a loyal person. From now on, I will pay for all your drinks at the Great Wall of Sword Qi!"

After hearing this, the old scholar felt that this friend was worth keeping. He just had to help her write an article and he would not have to worry about drinking.

Zhou Mili achieved his goal, and then he remembered Zhou Jue on the top of the city wall. He quickly asked Wang for a few more pots of Shaodaozi and headed to the highest point of the Jianqi Great Wall.

The cold wind blew his green shirt. Zhou Jue sat cross-legged at the highest point of the Jianqi Great Wall, his eyes closed, his mind sensing the extremely rich and majestic aura, his mouth slightly upturned, revealing a bit of helplessness, and said dotingly.

"I didn't expect that Wensheng would actually agree to help Zhou Mili write an article!"

"It's just a pity for those pots of hundred-year-old bamboo leaf green. I can only drink Shaodaozi today!"

Zhou Jue slowly opened his eyes, and billions of swords appeared in front of him. Each sword exuded a different sword intent, making the void in front of him ripple like water waves. Xiao Mili's figure had already appeared in his eyes, and he came in front of him and handed him a pot of Shaodaozi flatteringly.