East courtyard of Taixue Palace.
In the cabin.
The old man and the young man chatted for a long time. Maybe they were both destined, or maybe their time was running out. They seemed to have endless things to say.
In thousands of years, this day may be the day when the old man talks the most.
"There is a phoenix in Kunshan."
After chatting for a while, Confucius seemed to have thought of something and reminded, "I have been thinking about this for a long time. There is indeed no place called Kunshan in this world. Since even I don't know about it, then Kunshan should not be among the nine states." Inside."
"Speaking of this, there is something that I never had time to tell you, old man."
On the side, Li Ziye heard the words of the old man next to him, opened his eyes, and said solemnly, "Before, Prince Wen and I went north to verify that this world is definitely not a round sky like the legend in the world. Kyushu, it is very possible Just like my hometown, it is a square and round world. If this is the case, then it makes sense that the weather will get warmer north of the extreme north."
"The world is incomplete!"
Confucius listened to the words of the young man in front of him, pondered for a moment, and said in a solemn voice, "The kind of world you mentioned should not have an end."
"good."
Li Ziye nodded and replied, "Beyond Kyushu, there should be other land or oceans, but no one has discovered it. I suspect that Kunshan is also outside Kyushu."
"What are your plans?" Confucius asked.
"Nothing planned."
Li Ziye shook his head and replied, "There are still a lot of troubles in front of me. How can I have the energy to care about those nonsense things? Let's talk about it later. After I solve the lot of troubles in front of me, I can go find that crappy place."
"Take that little red bird with you."
Confucius warned, "It is probably a descendant of Phoenix or Suzaku. If you take it with you, you may have unexpected gains."
"I know."
Li Ziye nodded and responded, "That pig bird has been raised in Li Garden for a long time. It eats and drinks for free every day. When the time comes, we must not let it sit idle."
"When you do things, I never need to worry."
Confucius smiled slightly and said, "Now that I think about it, there are really too many things that have not been completed on your body. Your future path is destined not to be easy."
"No one can have smooth sailing in life."
Li Ziye didn't take it seriously and responded calmly, "I have been helped by too many noble people along the way. I am already very lucky. I can't ask for more. After all, I cannot take all the good things in this world by myself." Yes, isn't it?"
"Too."
Confucius smiled and said, "When people get old, they tend to be sentimental. Young people like you can't see it clearly. We always feel that all living beings are suffering. Maybe they are not suffering at all. It's just us meddling."
"Everything in the world is like drinking water, knowing whether it is warm or cold."
Li Ziye said softly, "Old man, don't worry so much. In the last few days, you can do whatever you want. Shoot whoever you want to death, shoot to death. The future generations will have their own path. You think, no In the era when there was no Confucianism or Taoist sect, the human race was not passed down as usual, so this world will continue to be the same without anyone else, and worrying too much will only increase the troubles."
"Where is the Li family?" Confucius asked suddenly.
"Li family?"
Li Ziye was stunned for a moment, then realized it quickly, and said with a dumbfounded smile, "Wait a little longer, after I kill all the enemies in front of the Li family, I will give up. In my position, I can sit with whoever I like."
"Haha, you have to be faster then."
Confucius couldn't help laughing and reminded, "You only have a few days longer than Lao Chan, but your enemies are quite troublesome and none of them are easy to deal with."
"Stop talking, I have a headache."
Li Ziye smiled helplessly, closed his eyes again, leaned against the wall, and said with a tired face, "Old man, let me take a nap."
"Get some sleep."
Confucius said softly, looking at the white-haired young man in front of him, with a look of distress on his face.
He was too anxious and kept urging the little guy to grow up faster.
If you think about it carefully, this little guy has only been in his prime for a year. In an ordinary family, it would be a good age to start a family and start a career.
Destiny is never a good thing. The glory in front of others is all earned with hard work.
If given another choice, this little guy might never want to engrave his name on that book again.
"Confucian leader, disciple Bai Wangyu, please see me!"
At this moment, a familiar voice sounded outside the courtyard and entered the wooden house.
Confucius heard the disciples' voices outside, got up and walked outside.
Outside the courtyard, Bai Wangyu stood quietly, looking at the wooden house in front of him, his hands clenched, and the anxiety in his eyes could not be concealed.
"Come in."
Confucius walked out of the wooden house and said, "From now on, you can enter and exit this small courtyard freely without having to report to the old man or other masters."
"Thank you, Master Confucian."
Bai Wangyu bowed respectfully and immediately stepped into the courtyard.
"We're talking outside."
Confucius walked to the stone table under the apricot tree and sat down at the stone table. He said, "The little guy is asleep. Let him sleep for a while. He is really too tired."
"Confucian leader, how is Brother Li?"
Bai Wangyu stepped forward quickly and asked nervously, "And you, old man?"
"The oil is gone and the lamp is dry."
Confucius didn't hide anything. He pointed to the seat opposite the stone table and said, "Sit down."
Bai Wangyu hesitated for a moment, then sat down across the table.
"The old man may not survive this winter."
Confucius looked at the disciple in front of him and said calmly, "Wangyu, although I am a little anxious, I still want to tell you that this is the last year. If I die, winter will really come, and the world on earth will change." ”
When Bai Wangyu heard this, his expression was shocked, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"The little guy is about the same."
Confucius glanced back at the wooden house behind him and said softly, "He doesn't have much time, so this year, his way of doing things will definitely be very radical. If there is something you don't understand, don't blame him. Because he can no longer consider everything as he once did."
He knew very well that the little guy had never been a merciful person, but because of the people around him, he acted a lot more kindly.
However, things are different today.
"Brother Li only has one year left?"
Bai Wangyu trembled after hearing the words of the old man in front of him, and asked in confusion, "Didn't you, old man, say that Brother Li is the savior?"
"The savior may not necessarily survive until the end of the catastrophe."
Confucius sighed softly and replied, "Taiping is determined by the generals. Generals are not allowed to see peace. You should also understand this truth. That little guy may be the one to end the catastrophe of the cold winter, but he may not be able to survive until the end of the cold winter." that day.”
