To live in the floods [ floods ]

There are two people who are more famous in the world today than the kings of various countries.

One is Li Kui from the state of Wei. He was intelligent, rigorous, and meticulous since he was a child.When he was young, he was hired by the king of the state of Wei as the prime minister. Economically, he attached importance to agriculture, used the power of the state to control the farming of the people, and implemented the rule of law politically, with clear rewards and punishments, which made the state of Wei strong.

He compiled the first legal document "Fa Jing", which attracted a group of followers to study his thought of ruling the country by law, called "Legalists", who proposed that reason should be the first, follow the rules, and not let the inner personal feelings overwhelm law.

The second is Confucius from the State of Lu. He was capable of literary and martial arts, was able to kill the enemy when he was on a horse, and was able to write books when he was off a horse.Advocate "education without discrimination", and advocate the use of "benevolent government" in governing the country. Legal principles are nothing more than human feelings, and respect benevolence and justice.

He is nine feet tall, he does whatever he wants, likes to shoot arrows and drive a chariot, and generally reason with those who can reason, and talk about physics with those who cannot...

Two great thinkers were born in an era at the same time. It just so happens that their thoughts have more than a little conflict, and it just so happens that their personalities also have more than a little difference.

So it's normal for the two biggest schools of thought, Confucianism and Legalism, to attack each other all day... right?

Normal shit!

Shang Qian stood in the crowd of onlookers with a painful face covering her ears. In the center of the crowd was a pulpit. Confucius, the human body of her master Tongtian, and Li Kui, the human body of her second uncle Yuanshi, were each leading a dozen disciples to talk to the wheat awning. The two parties were eloquent and spitting, and they were about to fight.

Of course, it was unilaterally done by Confucius. After all, he himself is nine feet tall and has three thousand disciples, among whom there are many ruthless people who are good at fighting. Li Kui has a total of more than a dozen disciples, and they are all sitting here. They really want to fight Only one Legalist disciple can beat two hundred Confucian disciples.

Looking at the size alone, Li Kui, who is tall, handsome and thin, is no match for Kong Qiu, who is nine feet tall and burly.

Li Kui changed his usual calmness and restraint, and angrily scolded Kong Qiu, "everyone is accepted as a disciple" and "all disciples are rotten wood except reckless people." "Take people as statues"...

Shang Qian watched helplessly as the disciples of the two parties became more and more excited as they talked, and the leaders of the two parties became more and more angry as they debated, so he couldn't help covering his face with a smack.It is clear that Li Kui and Kong Qiu didn't have the memory of Yuanshi Tongtian, how could they still quarrel like this? Could it be that my master and second uncle are really destined to be a pair of wronged brothers for life?

She couldn't help turning her head to the old man who was holding the green bull by her side and complained: "Uncle, you don't care about them."

Li Er, who is holding the blue cow, is also Lao Tzu, who has already awakened the memory of the sage. Hearing this, he stroked his gray beard cheerfully, without any intention of interfering, and said leisurely: "Let it be, I see Yuan Shi It’s good to be with Tongtian like this, what a brotherhood.”

Shang Qian looked up at the two people who were about to wrestle on the podium, the corners of her mouth twitched fiercely, and she silently glanced at the happy Lao Tzu beside her.You call this brotherhood?

Anyway, nothing major has happened after so many years of trouble, so let them go.Shang Qian had no expression on his face, he didn't intend to get involved in the affairs between his master and his uncle, turned around and disappeared in place.

Their own brothers don't care, why do they worry so much as a junior?

Thirty-three days away, Zixiao Palace is still surrounded by auspicious clouds and green energy, very quiet. Ever since Haotian Yaochi became the emperor and queen mother and moved away from Zixiao Palace, Hongjun is the only living person in the huge Zixiao Palace.Hongjun is also quiet and not talkative. He has already cultivated to the end of Taoism, and there is nothing he needs to do, so what Hongjun usually does most often is to sit in the small pavilion in the backyard of Zixiao Palace and drink tea.

Just drinking tea alone.

A slight movement rustled from the wall, and Hongjun, who was sipping tea absently, raised his head and looked in that direction, the corners of his tense mouth raised a little.

"You're here." Hongjun wasn't surprised at all, and clearly didn't arrive at the usual time to see him by default. Why did Shangqian come here? pier.

Shang Qian grinned and scratched his head, and came to the opposite side of Hongjun, chatting with Hongjun very familiarly, mainly talking about Sanqing's preaching in the human race, and occasionally adding a few words of sorry, master, master Bob's complaint.

Zixiao Palace is not so deserted now, there is a trace of smoke and fire.

Hongjun just listened quietly to Shang Qian's words, echoing a few words from time to time, even though he could know these things as long as he wanted to know them in a single thought.

But it is always different for someone to talk, Zixiao Palace is really too lonely.

Facing Hongjun, Shang Qian seemed to have found an elder who could ask questions. After she finished talking about the chores, the topic could not help but lead to the big things she was preparing to do.

Shang Qian bit his finger, put his chin on his arm and laid it flat on the table, raised his eyes and looked at Hongjun distressedly: "Master, do you think I can kill it?" Shang Qian couldn't help showing a very natural posture.

What this "it" refers to is clear to both of them.

The smile in Hongjun's eyes widened by two points, and he talked about another topic instead: "Among the Dao, nine is the ultimate number. I, Sanqing, the Second Saint of the West, and Nuwa, there are seven in total."

"Including Tiandao, there are eight in total." Shang Qian Conghui, when Hongjun said this, she immediately thought of Tiandao.

Hongjun admired: "But saints, there can be up to nine at the same time."

Shang Qian frowned, tens of thousands of thoughts came to her mind, all kinds of conjectures that could make her become a saint emerged one by one, and she rejected them one by one.

Although the other conditions are difficult, it is not impossible for her to do it, but there is one thing that is said to be necessary for sanctification...

Hong Jun seemed to be able to guess what Shang Qian was thinking, slowly took out something from his sleeve and put it on the table, picked up the teacup calmly, and took a sip.

"This is, Primordial Purple Qi?" Shang Qian's heart beat quickly when she saw that touch of purple Qi, and she subconsciously told her, yes, this is Primordial Purple Qi, but intellectually she couldn't believe it.

Hongjun smiled and said: "When Zixiao Palace preached, I had a total of eight primordial purple qi in my hand, one for each of the six sages, and this one remained."

"Hongyun begged for it from me, but I didn't give it to me." Hongjun said lightly, "He can't bear the cause and effect of this purple qi, you can."

Shang Qian watched Hongjun wave his sleeves and send the purple air representing the chance of becoming a saint into his body, and his breathing became short of breath.

Hongjun was a little proud, and raised his jaw slightly: "You are my direct descendant, this is your chance."

He is the ancestor of Taoism, and only after he is sanctified can the Dao of Heaven be born. Of course, Hongjun has the capital of pride.He is a saint, his direct disciple is a saint, and of course his only grandson can also be a saint!

"Now, the ninth saint can appear." Hongjun looked at Shangqian with a flat expression, as if what he just gave was not a chance to become a saint, but a handful of thatch that can be seen everywhere.

Before Shang Qian left Zixiao Palace, he only said one sentence:

"Master, I would like to invite you to Qilin Cliff in 300 years—"

Hongjun looked at the back of Shangqian going over the wall and smiled with his hands behind his back, but there was some expectation in his heart. He glanced at the Zixiao Palace gate that had been closed for several Yuanhui, and whispered softly: "Just wait another 300 minutes. year..."

How can this small Zixiao Palace trap Hongjun?He can't break it, but his younger generation can break it.

After Shang Qian left Zixiao Palace, he did not return to Qilin Cliff in the East China Sea, but turned into a mortal and came to the State of Lu. When Confucius was giving a lecture in public, Shang Qian mixed in with the crowd.

I have to say that although Tongtian is doing things... well, more lively, but the level of lectures is still very high. After all, the saint is the most suitable creature for the Dao. Teach without class.

At the beginning, Shang Qian was just worried that the master came to see him, but after listening to a few words, he was intoxicated by it, so he leaned on the apricot tree and listened to it. It was not until the sun was about to set that Kong Qiu announced that the lecture was over. to leave.

"Girl, please stay!"

Shang Qian turned to look at Kong Qiu who hurried down from the high altar with his robe in his hand, and asked in surprise, "Is Confucius calling me?"

Confucius nodded and said with a smile: "I see that the girl listened intently, which is quite suitable for my eyes. I want to take the girl as an apprentice. What do you think the girl wants?"

Speaking of which, Confucius himself was a little unbelievable. When he was giving a lecture above, he noticed at a glance the merchants below who were leaning on the tree and listening intently. Run to find this man.

The sentence "I want to take the girl as an apprentice" blurted out, Kong Qiu realized it after he had finished speaking, his eyes lit up, not only did he not regret it, but he felt that he was simply too smart, he looked at Shang Qian attentively and waited for her reply.

Shang Qian hesitated for a moment. Anyway, she was her master, so it would be fine to pay homage to her master again, but...

"It's you!" A familiar voice came from behind her, and Kong Qiu in front of him became furious the moment he saw the person coming.

Shang Qian bit the bullet and turned around. She originally wanted to watch the lively debate between Li Kui and Kong Qiu, so she came here at this time, but she didn't expect that she had fooled herself instead.

It was Li Kui who came, and he tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth, but he still showed a little joy: "Last time I suggested that you can study the Fa with me, did you think so well?"

This was said to Shangqian.

Shang Qian's heart skipped a beat, and he felt the sharp gaze behind him as if he was looking at the traitor, and his back stiffened, and he wailed in his heart: She shouldn't have listened to Li Kui's lecture before, so she couldn't help but express her own suggestion!