"Can oil reservoirs and coal mines really help people survive this cold winter?"
In the small courtyard to the east of Taixue, Confucius looked at the young man in front of him and asked.
“In my hometown, cooking and heating basically rely on oil reservoirs and coal mines.”
Li Ziye explained patiently, "These things are naturally formed minerals with huge yields and very low mining costs. As long as they can be popularized, the heating problem of the people will definitely be alleviated."
"Then what is the subsequent processing technology you are talking about?" Kong Qiu asked puzzledly.
"To put it simply, it is to remove some of the harmful things in crude oil and raw coal."
Li Ziye replied, "Sulfur, for example, is very harmful to the human body and must be removed. Otherwise, people will be poisoned before they freeze to death."
"Is there such a thing?"
Confucius frowned and said, "Then when you talk to the fourth prince about this matter, you must make it clear and don't let a good thing turn into a bad thing."
"I see."
Li Ziye smiled and said, "Don't worry, old man. I still hope to make a lot of money for the Li family by relying on this craft. How could I not make it clear?"
"You kid."
Confucius shook his head helplessly and said, "You obviously have a heart for the people, but you have to say it in such a snobbish way."
"Business talks."
Li Ziye smiled and said, "As the saying goes, if you are successful, you can help the world, and if you are poor, you can take care of yourself. Only sages like you, the Confucian leader, are qualified to serve the country and the people. It is good for a little person like me to be able to take care of myself. "
"It's not like you to be so humble."
Confucius smiled and said, "Okay, after talking so much, tell me the purpose of your coming today. I don't believe that you would deliberately make a trip just to tell me these things."
"hey-hey."
Li Ziye smiled sheepishly and said, "Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just, can you lend me the Holy Book in your hands for a few days?"
"What to borrow?"
Confucius was stunned for a moment and said in surprise.
"Book of Heaven."
Li Ziye rubbed his hands and said with a guilty conscience.
Kong Qiu looked at the young man in front of him, and this time, he was truly speechless.
In thousands of years, this was the first time he heard someone dare to borrow the Book of Heaven from him.
Even the emperors of the Great Shang Dynasty did not dare to make this request.
"Why did you borrow the Heavenly Book?"
After a while, Confucius came back to his senses and asked in confusion.
"I'm practicing the seventh form of the Flying Immortal Technique, right? I'm running into some trouble now."
Li Ziye explained, "It's still a problem of insufficient zhenqi. I think if there is help from the Book of Heaven, wouldn't this problem be solved?"
"How dare you think about it."
Confucius said angrily, "The Book of Heaven can't be borrowed at any time. The Book of Heaven has suppressed the luck of Confucianism for thousands of years. Even the old man can't use it easily. No way."
"I won't take out the money from Taixue Palace. I will return it after I finish my morning classes every day."
Li Ziye said expectantly, "Master Confucian, you also know that the battle between Huo Lin'er and I is less than a year away. If we lose, the consequences will be disastrous. Didn't you say that soon?" Will I still save the world in the future? If I lose, I won’t even be able to save myself, let alone the world.”
Confucius frowned again after hearing what the young man in front of him said.
What this kid said is not completely unreasonable.
In that battle a year later, he really couldn't lose.
Li Ziye saw signs of wavering in the old man in front of him, and hurriedly continued, "Confucianism, don't worry, old man, I will definitely return the Heavenly Book as soon as I use it, and I will never take the Heavenly Book out of Taixue Palace."
"All right."
Confucius sighed softly and said, "Wait here."
After saying that, Confucius turned around and walked into the wooden house.
Not long after.
Confucius walked out with an ancient scroll, handed it to the young man in front of him, and said, "After using it for a while, return it."
Li Ziye looked at the torn book handed over by the Confucian Master, and was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise, "Confucian Master, did you get the wrong book? I have seen the Book of Heaven, and it doesn't look like this."
"That's right, that's it."
Confucius said calmly, "The Book of Heaven is not a book, but it is still a book. You will understand it when you truly become its master."
Hearing this, Li Ziye took the torn book from the old man's hand with a suspicious look on his face, opened it and looked at it. He suddenly felt dizzy and couldn't see anything clearly.
"Don't mess around."
Confucius shouted softly, "Your cultivation level is too low and you can't see the things above."
Li Ziye heard about it and quickly closed the book, not daring to read any more.
This thing is so evil.
"go quickly."
Confucius said, "Morning classes are about to begin."
"good."
Li Ziye put the Book of Heaven in his arms, saluted the old man in front of him, and then walked quickly outside.
In the small courtyard, Confucius looked at the former's back, a little strange color flashing in his vicissitudes of life.
Perhaps it wouldn't be wrong to let this little guy familiarize himself with the power of the Book of Heaven in advance.
From now on, he and the scholar from Tianyu Palace will eventually have a battle over the ownership of the Heavenly Book.
That scholar is not easy to deal with.
Many masters in the world, including several sword immortals in the world, have little chance of winning against that scholar.
North courtyard.
Li Ziye came running.
Morning classes have already begun.
Li Ziye walked quickly to his seat and started practicing.
In front of the Confucian disciples, Bai Wangyu saw that Li Ziye was late. He was about to say something, but suddenly his expression was shocked.
Is this aura?
Book from heaven!
this moment.
Around the North Courtyard, endless spiritual energy from heaven and earth gathered, and it was so full.
Li Ziye's whole body was filled with awe-inspiring righteousness, and every move he made was filled with awe-inspiring righteousness.
When Bai Wangyu saw this scene, he couldn't hide the excitement in his heart.
Brother Li actually borrowed the Heavenly Book!
Oh my God!
At the same time, the First Prince's Mansion.
Main hall.
Mu Bai and Murong walked in and took their seats one after another.
The maid in the mansion came in and served hot tea, then left immediately.
Mu Bai picked up the tea and drank it quietly without saying a word.
"Brother the Great Emperor."
On the side, Murong looked at the man on the main seat, smiled and said, "I heard that the eldest brother's leg disease is about to be cured. Is it true? Why has the eldest brother kept hiding such a big thing? If my father hadn't mentioned it once in front of my fourth brother, we still wouldn't know about it."
"it is true."
Mu Yuan smiled and said, "It's just that I haven't fully recovered yet, so I didn't tell everyone. I wanted to wait until I could really stand up and give everyone a surprise."
"How long will it take?" Murong asked with concern.
"Within seven days." Mu Yuan replied.
"That'll be soon."
Murong's eyebrows were slightly curved and he said with a smile, "Brother, should I have a banquet to celebrate, so that we younger brothers and sisters can be happy?"
"must."
Mu Yuan said softly, "When my brother's legs recover, I will definitely hold a banquet to invite you, Ninth Sister and Fourth Brother, to come to the mansion and make it lively."
When Murong heard this, the corners of his mouth curved slightly.
She couldn't wait until that time.
If their eldest brother is prepared, it won't be that easy no matter what she wants to check.
