Stunning beauty

The Southern Territory of Great Merchants.

between mountains and rivers.

A carriage was parked under the flower tree, and the horses were grazing leisurely. The scene looked very peaceful.

Not far away, two old men lit a fire and cooked there, looking flustered and embarrassed.

On the side, a young man in a Confucian robe and carrying an ancient sword also seemed a little at a loss, not knowing how to help.

The three of them are the head of Confucianism, the old Faru, and Wen Xiuru, the second contemporary disciple of the Confucianism.

Obviously, none of the three had any experience in lighting a fire and cooking. Maybe the Confucian leader knew a little bit when he was young, but he hadn't done it himself for a thousand years, so he had forgotten all about it.

"boom!"

In a panic, some old man accidentally overturned the iron pot on the fire, poured the whole pot of water upside down, and directly extinguished the bonfire below.

The scene suddenly quieted down.

The two old men looked at each other for a long time, and couldn't help laughing.

On the side, Wen Xiuru wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Who would have thought that in the eyes of the disciples, the omnipotent Confucian leader and the French Confucian master could not even make a basic fire and cook.

Of course, neither will he.

Disciples of the Confucian school, subduing demons and eliminating demons, exorcising demons and defending the Tao are okay, but not many people know how to deal with life.

"I knew I called Xiao Wangyu over."

Looking at the messy situation in front of him, the old Faru said emotionally, "He is better at this kind of thing."

"The responsibility for forgetting words is not here."

Kong Qiu turned over the iron pot on the fire, handed it to the child beside him, and said gently, "Xu Confucianism, let's get some more water."

"it is good."

Wen Xiuru took the iron pot and walked quickly to the small river not far away to fetch water.

"Xiu Confucianism is really anxious."

On the other side of the fire, Fa Ru looked at his second disciple and said with emotion, "Although the Confucian sect does not fight, there are indeed not many people like him who have no desires or desires."

"Everyone has their own choice, and you can't force it."

Kong Qiu said calmly, "Cultivators of Confucianism are born with such a temperament. They don't fight or grab, but they don't deliberately avoid their responsibilities. That's enough."

"As a teacher, it is inevitable that there is always a desire to hope that your son will become a dragon, and you want your disciples to be more promising."

Faru sighed softly, and replied, "Cultivating Confucianism is not much worse than his senior brother, but he has received very little praise and recognition. He is not in a hurry, and I am in a hurry as a master."

"It's useless to rush."

Kong Qiu smiled and said, "The child must be willing to fight for it."

"The head of Confucianism, the master."

While the two were talking, Wen Xiuru came back with a half pot of water and put it on the fire again.

"Xiu Confucianism, coming out with us two old men, won't it affect your practice?" Kong Qiu looked at the child in front of him and asked gently.

"It doesn't affect."

Wen Xiuru shook his head lightly, and replied, "The disciple's cultivation has also reached a bottleneck period. If you come out and take a look, you may have some unexpected joy."

"From the middle stage to the late stage of the Five Realms, it is a moderate hurdle."

Kong Qiu reminded, "Your generation has encountered a good time, and the speed of cultivation is getting faster and faster. In the past, such a speed of cultivation is unimaginable."

Xiuru, who entered the fifth realm last year, is now in the middle of the fifth realm, and even has a chance to hit the late five realm, and the speed is really not ordinary fast.

It seems that except for the boy from the Li family, everyone's cultivation speed has improved qualitatively.

"Thanks to Professor Li."

Wen Xiuru smiled lightly, "The trip to Nanling, Li Jiaoxi really enlightened the people of the world selflessly. Thinking about it until now, it is still moving."

"When it comes to that little guy, I'm really a little worried."

Faru glanced in the direction of the capital, his eyes narrowed, and said, "Rutou, when I was in the Taixue Palace, I never dared to ask, how much time does that little guy have?"

"A little over a year."

Kong Qiu said truthfully, "Actually, after he came back from the extreme north, he already showed signs of exhaustion. How could it be so easy to play against the gods? In the battle to kill the gods in the extreme north, that little guy paid too much. There are too many, and this time, in order to save the old man, he gave up half of his life, and his body is on the verge of collapse."

That little guy is the real child of destiny. Although he has been denying it all the time, he has indeed guarded this world with his actions.

"One year?"

Fa Ru was startled when he heard Confucian head's answer, and quickly realized that he seemed to have thought of something, and said in surprise, "There is such a big Li family behind him. Now, the royal family is more hostile to the Li family. It gets deeper and deeper, with that kid's character, he will definitely not sit still, there is only one year left, what about him?"

"The sword goes to extremes."

Kong Qiu said calmly, "This year, the Li family and the royal family will definitely decide the outcome. In other words, the little guy will definitely do his best to eliminate all threats from the Li family."

When Faru heard this, the waves in his heart surged violently, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

"The royal family is not so easy to deal with."

Kong Qiu looked in the direction of the northern capital, and murmured softly, "The one who has benefited the most from the millennium heritage is the royal family of the Great Merchants. That little fellow must be cautious."

at the same time.

Great Shang Palace, inside Weiyang Palace.

The eldest princess Mu Xizi and the eldest grandson empress talked about some trivial matters in the family, with smiles on their faces, and their pale faces became more and more pitiful.

Before the nine princesses grew up, the eldest princess, Mu Xizi, had always been the number one beauty in the royal family of the Shang Dynasty. She was sick and weak in bed all year round, but gave people an indescribable morbid beauty.

"His Royal Highness."

Just when Mu Xizi and Empress Changsun were talking happily, a young servant walked quickly outside the hall and said, "Your Majesty, please go to Shou'an Hall."

"understood."

Mu Xizi responded peacefully, looked at the woman in front of him, and said softly, "Empress, Your Majesty has summoned you, so my sister will take her leave first."

After finishing speaking, Mu Xizi got up and bowed gracefully, and walked outside.

"Mother."

After the eldest princess left, Murong suppressed the emotion in his heart, and said in a concentrated voice, "Daughter always thinks that this aunt is very incomprehensible, she seems to be smiling forever, but it's so hard that people dare not get too close."

"Don't look at your aunt like this now. At the beginning, Xizi's martial arts talent was very powerful."

Empress Changsun sighed softly, and said, "Unfortunately, after Xizi committed suicide by taking poison, the imperial physician had no choice but to disperse her cultivation in order to save her life, and barely pulled her out of the ghost gate."

"Why did Auntie take poison and kill herself?" Murong asked puzzled.

"Because of love."

Empress Changsun said softly, "She fell in love with the person she shouldn't have loved."

"Who?" Murong asked in surprise.

"It can't be said, it's taboo."

Empress Changsun replied with a complicated expression, "Xizi is also a poor person."

The dead are dead, let the truth sleep with it forever.