Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

At this point, Yan Huihui’s meaning is self-evident.

Aristotle was a little confused and shouted angrily: "You bastard!"

"You are questioning this saint!"

Yan Hui shook his head, but said sincerely, "Yes."

If not for the fact that he is a gentle man and a good student.

I have already cursed loudly!

It's your grandma's, so you have to be careful when filling the cup.

In that era, there were so many brothers and dozens of brothers working together to compile the Analects of Confucius.

Not much, just over fifteen thousand words, so good for you!

One person has written tens of millions of words, and no one in the production team can criticize him.

The audience was inexplicably nervous.

"Come on, come on, are the world's unsolved mysteries about to be solved?"

"Let me just say, if those achievements were all made by Aristotle, how many masters would he have to crush? It would be impossible."

Suddenly, Aristotle's faith in the East collapsed.

Westerners are still hesitant. In fact, they also have doubts.

But don't want to believe it.

"What's wrong with us in the West having a sage teacher like Confucius? Why can you have it but we can't? The world is fair and Aristotle is true."

No matter how loud the voice is, the word scam spreads like wildfire.

Some scholars believe that Aristotle's greatness is a man-made and complete fraud.

"If, I say if, Aristotle would collapse."

"Then the philosophical system that we in the West have finally established with great difficulty will also become an ownerless thing?"

Soon Western scholars stood up and said: "No, it won't happen. We still have Plato and Socrates. Our ideological world will not collapse."

The man from the Dragon Kingdom said at the right time: "Oh, so, even if those writings were not proposed by Aristotle, they were also proposed by Socrates, right?"

Whoever you want to praise is the Western philosopher.

In other words, Aristotle was not a person.

But tens of thousands of individuals.

The crystallization of the wisdom of millions of Westerners, but is there even a possibility?

"The syllogism and metaphysics are all borrowed and stitched together?"

"Just kidding, I'm just cannon fodder, my words have no weight, I just mentioned it casually, don't mind."

Not only were the gods fighting, there was also an earthquake in the academic world.

Some scholars who regard Aristotle as a saint firmly believe it.

Aristotle will not collapse, he will definitely not collapse!

But the result...

The bamboo slips in Yan Hui's hand only recorded a hundred lines of the Analects of Confucius.

After spreading it out, we also began to build a world where all things are transformed.

"Learning without thinking will lead to failure; thinking without learning will lead to peril."

“It’s a great pleasure to have friends come from far away. People don’t know about it but they are not surprised…”

"If I examine myself three times a day, I will be wise and act without fault."

"When you see a virtuous person, you think about it; when you see a virtuous person, you reflect on yourself."

Every page of the Analects runs through the ideological kingdom built by Aristotle, which was originally indestructible.

But because Yan Hui doubted his academic achievements.

This ideological country has also become precarious and can be destroyed by bombs.

"Master, master, if you know something, you know it. If you don't know it, you don't know it. It's knowledge. Why do you need to know it?"

Aristotle was so driven by every word that he almost went crazy.

"What do you mean! Do you suspect that I don't have real talents?"

As he spoke, Aristotle spoke another syllogism, slightly blocking the swift Analects.

"Yan Hui doesn't dare, but the master's realm is not perfect."

Perhaps the syllogism was what Aristotle summarized, or the metaphysics could have led to his canonization.

But there was one thing that stopped him from becoming a saint.

That is flattery.

"A sage who is praised as a philosopher, in fact, the real him is enough to shock the past and the present. It is a pity."

The people of the Dragon Kingdom were in mourning, as if they had seen a superstar fall.

"Everyone, look, Yan Hui, no, it's Fu Sheng..."

"Fusheng has become taller again!"

The divine pillar towers into the sky, as high as the sky, or even higher than the sky.

"Is this the cultivation level of Master's first disciple?"

Higher than the sky.

If you compare Confucianism to Taoism, the Master is deified, which is probably the root of the thoughts of the gods.

To a large extent, it can be compared to the Three Pure Saints.

How can one person dominate the Confucian sect, so even if Yan Hui does not become a saint, he is definitely the best among quasi-sages.

"Master, there is no limit to learning. You are too pursuing logical truth."

"But I forgot one word: the direction of benevolence is the direction of the heart."

Sometimes, the truth is cruel, and what people are more willing to hear is the voice of kindness.

Aristotle was confused, and he didn't even know it.

Many things are true, or are they praised by the world.

"Yes, you are right. I have set foot on the top of the mountain, but the world has added too many things to me. While lifting me up, I have also lost my true self."

Aristotle murmured: "In this battle, I was not unjustly defeated."

His ideological kingdom has collapsed, and dozens of Analects of Confucius stand there like a mirror.

Let him think of himself.

Western scholars also began to panic, "It's not easy to lose. I only believe that truth is supreme. As long as you are willing, the truth in the world will be formulated by you. What you say is the truth."

Although Aristotle's achievements are mostly praised by later generations.

But no one can deny his dedication to the truth.

"Master Zhesheng, don't listen to his nonsense, go to hell the Analects of Confucius, just kill him, everything you say is the truth, and these truths are established because of you."

The sound below became more and more intense, more like a prayer.

Aristotle has been teaching ideas for so long, for the first time...

Brainwashed by humans.

"Yes, I love my teacher, and I love the truth even more. No one can mess with my state of mind. You have no say in what is right or wrong."

"That's what I say!"

Aristotle opened his eyes suddenly and smashed dozens of Analects into pieces.

The next second, his shirt exploded to pieces, and his muscles expanded ten times in size. He changed his sage style and transformed into a wild fighting form.

"You have completely angered me. In my eyes, you are a bad student with bad habits. I want to teach you well as a strict teacher."

Immediately, with a punch, he penetrated the abyss of the world and reversed.

The area where Yan Hui was located has become empty.

"Master, you can be a teacher only if you give instructions without getting angry."

Hearing this, Aristotle became even more angry.

I wanted to teach this bad student a lesson, but I didn't expect that he was taught a lesson instead.

"Okay, if you don't listen to the instructions, I'll give you a name!"

Aristotle finally couldn't stand it anymore and took out a book, which was "Nicomachean Ethics"

Sure enough, Yan Hui's name had just been engraved on this book.

His thoughts fell into chaos and disorder.

All kinds of sinful thoughts were rushing back and forth in his mind.

Then a voice sounded.

"Come on, use the bamboo in your hand to stab my master. You will no longer be a Fusheng, but the only Confucian Sage."

At the same time, Aristotle also became the Master...