Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

Despite his doubts, the bookboy said that the Master was inside.

"Perhaps Master is this image. After all, he has been traveling around the world for so many years. What can he do without any strength at his side?"

Su Ming tried his best to convince himself, but he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Are you going to meet a Confucian saint, an existence comparable to the Three Pure Ones?

With his heart sinking, Su Ming came to the door and shouted respectfully: "Student Su Ming, pay your respects to Master Kong."

The figure inside seemed to have no spiritual consciousness and no prophet.

So I was stunned for half a second, and then I looked through the window sill, closed my clothes on my chest, and straightened my hair.

Then I heard a loud laugh: "Little friend, please come in quickly."

With a creak, the door opened.

Su Ming raised his eyes cautiously, and then saw his master's true appearance.

The first thing I felt when I saw him was that he was so amiable.

Comparing the two, Confucius was actually half a head taller than Su Ming.

It seems that the height of Confucius recorded in the book is calculated according to Lu ruler.

He is nine feet six inches long!

One ruler is about 21cm, which makes it two meters high!

Su Ming: My net height is 183cm, but I have become a small man.

Putting aside his height and muscles, the master is really no different from an ordinary old man, and he is still kind.

"Sit down." The master held a stack of bamboo slips and invited Su Ming to sit down.

At the same time, a cup of tea was brought.

The feeling of oppression that the teacher invites you to drink comes over immediately.

"Little friend, seeing that you are so reserved with me, could it be that you have read my book?" Confucius raised his arms and said with a smile.

Read it, of course.

If a gentleman is not serious, he will not be powerful. If he hears the truth in the morning, he will die in the evening.

Friends come from far away……

Confucius stroked his beard and smiled: "Haha, now that it's here, let's make peace with it."

That’s it! This is what Madsuming fears the most.

Hope it's not what he thinks.

Sometimes, maybe I over-interpret it, but the Master is still very amiable and approachable.

Regarding "The Analects of Confucius", most of them were compiled by later generations of disciples who recorded Confucius' quotations.

Although the authorship is in the hands of his disciples, the output of the content belongs to Confucius.

It can also be regarded as a work by Confucius.

However, now the world knows that Confucius is a model for all generations, the most sage teacher, and a copy of "The Analects of Confucius" has been handed down to the world.

But I don’t know…

The Book of Songs, Shangshu, Rites, Yue, Yi Jing, and Spring and Autumn Annals were all written by Confucius.

Although it was not written by Confucius, it was compiled into a book by his hands, which is the Six Classics that have shocked the past and the present.

"Master, the student is confused about something, please help me clarify my confusion."

After Su Ming stabilized his thoughts, he dared to look at the master and said.

The master smiled broadly and hurriedly arranged the scriptures in his hands.

"My little friend, I want to ask you something, but it's okay to say it." The master narrowed his eyes and smiled.

The master always smiled, which made Su Ming completely let go of his restraint.

"The students want to ask, where are the flowing clouds and flowing water, the lightning and flint,"

"What caused it?"

I really can't worry about my ancestor, if it is really Fu Shengyan who is fighting with my ancestor.

In the entire Confucian sect, I am afraid that only Master can dissuade him.

The master looked blank for a moment, then pointed out: "You are talking about them."

That day the clouds melted away, and what I saw was the ancestor and Yan Hui sitting opposite each other.

It seemed like he was closing his eyes to rest, but it was actually what Su Ming was thinking.

A fight broke out in the spiritual world.

"Hui, I was impulsive after all. The fault of Qin is not entirely the fault of the King of Qin, it's almost fine." The Master sighed.

Seeing that Yan Hui couldn't be stopped, he called out again: "Lu, go and stop them."

A strong man suddenly rushed out from beside him. Su Ming had never seen him before.

But everyone in the Luck Arena knew him, it was Zilu!

In the battle between Yan Hui and Aristotle, Zi Lu appeared.

He was beaten to death by Aristotle, but now he is fine.

If it is a true Zilu, it may not be able to defeat Aristotle.

"Yes, Master, I will go and persuade them." Zilu handed over his hand.

Before leaving, he glanced at Su Ming, eager to try on his hands.

In this Confucian world, disciples like them rarely go out.

Therefore, it is rare to see practitioners like Su Ming.

When Confucianism decided to restore, the three thousand disciples were extremely happy.

In this era, poetry, books, rituals and music are no longer useful, so the disciples of the Confucian sect all know a little bit about fists and kicks.

It's okay to go for a walk.

However, not long after Zilu arrived, he was kicked out.

He staggered to the master and said: "I can't stop it, I can't stop it at all. That First Emperor seems to have awakened something. He has a huge dragon on him!"

Upon hearing this, Master's calm mood suddenly brightened.

"It seems that Ziyuan is his noble man, let them alone."

The master smiled and said, of course he knew Yan Hui's purpose of inviting Ying Zheng over.

Some things have been sleeping for too long, and it’s time to wake up.

As for the burning of books and the entrapment of Confucian scholars during the Qin Dynasty, Master has long been aware of it.

It was nothing more than an imperial edict issued by Ying Zheng, but the people below him violated it, leading to the mistaken killing of some Confucian scholars.

Su Ming listened on the sidelines. Is the ancestor about to awaken?

Ancestral Dragon Benlong!

I thought that the Jade Emperor had completed the awakening ceremony at that moment.

I didn’t expect that when I got to Master’s place, I would have to do it again.

"I would like to ask, Mr. Fu Sheng, are you and the ancestor okay?" Su Ming asked cautiously.

"A gentleman has the beauty of an adult. With Ziyuan's nature, it should have been done long ago. But if Zulong awakens, it will be hard to say." Old Master Kong said slowly.

Zi Lu on the side, didn't you see that his face was purple and blue?

Only then did Su Ming understand that fighting could unleash the potential of the ancestral dragon.

Yan Hui was helping his ancestor, but he was afraid of getting a red eye.

"My little friend, have you ever heard of two children arguing about the sun?" the Master said suddenly.

Su Ming's attention was drawn. The master must have a purpose in asking this.

He nodded immediately.

“The sun starts close and the sun is far away, or the sun starts far and the sun is close?”

The master asked, never putting down the scrolls of bamboo slips in his hand.

Su Ming was also stumped by this question, because the modern scientific explanation was too complex and involved astrophysics. If he had to give an answer, it would be that the distance difference is negligible.

As for heat and cold, it has nothing to do with the distance of the sun, but to the direct point of exposure.

Seeing that Su Ming was stunned, the master spread his hands and smiled: "This problem has troubled me for decades, until later, I went to heaven to see it myself."

Su Ming listened quietly, no matter what the master said.

With the aura of the only Confucian saint, every fart smells good.

"Do you know what I want to express?" Confucius turned his head sharply.

Su Ming didn't dare to speak.

Confucius said solemnly: "It's exploration. When I traveled to various countries, I searched for ancient books all over the world. I thought that the world of books was all the heavens and all things. It was not until later that I discovered that there were too many things that I couldn't understand."

Su Ming seemed to have a premonition of something and asked, "Master, is there anything else you don't understand?"

"Yes." Master nodded, "I have seen through the essential movement of the heavens and seen those transcendent existences. The only thing I cannot see through is fate."

After saying that, he gave Su Ming a meaningful look.