The southern border of Great Shang.
Between mountains and rivers.
A carriage was parked under the flower trees, and the horses were grazing leisurely. The scene looked very peaceful.
Not far away, two old men were making a fire to cook, looking very embarrassed.
On the side, a young man wearing a Confucian robe and carrying an ancient sword also seemed at a loss and didn't know how to help.
The three of them were the Confucian leader of the Confucian sect, Lao Faru, and Wen Xiuru, the second contemporary disciple of the Confucian sect.
Obviously, none of the three of them had any experience in making fire for cooking. Maybe Confucian Shou had some experience when he was young, but he had forgotten all about it since he hadn't done it himself for a thousand years.
"boom!"
In a panic, some old man accidentally overturned the iron pot on the fire, and the whole pot of water poured down, directly extinguishing the bonfire below.
The scene suddenly became quiet.
The two old men looked at each other for a long time and couldn't help laughing.
On the side, Wen Xiuru wanted to laugh but didn't dare. He was feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Who would have thought that the Confucian leader and the Confucian leader, who were omnipotent in the eyes of their disciples, could not even make a basic fire to cook.
Of course, he won't either.
Confucian disciples are good at subduing demons and protecting the Tao, but not many people know how to deal with things in life.
"I knew I would have called Xiao Wangyu over."
Old Faru looked at the messy situation in front of him and said with emotion, "He is better at this kind of thing."
"Wangyu's responsibility does not lie here."
Confucius turned over the iron pot on the fire, handed it to the child beside him, and said with a gentle expression, "Xiu Ru, go get some more water."
"good."
Wen Xiuru took the iron pot and walked quickly to the river not far away to fetch water.
"Xu Ru's temperament is really impatient."
Opposite the fire, Faru looked at his second disciple and said with emotion, "Although the Confucian sect does not fight, there are indeed not many people like him who have no desires and desires."
"Everyone has their own choice, you can't force it."
Confucius said calmly, "The temperament of a Confucian scholar is like this by nature. He does not fight or grab, but he will not deliberately avoid his responsibilities. This is enough."
"As a teacher, it is inevitable that you hope your children will become successful, and you want your students to be more promising."
Fa Ru sighed softly and responded, "A Confucian practitioner is not much worse than his senior brother, but he has received very little praise and recognition. He is not anxious, but I, the master, am anxious."
"There's no point in rushing."
Confucius smiled and said, "The child must be willing to fight for it."
"The head of Confucianism, the leader of the palm."
While the two were talking, Wen Xiuru came back with a half-filled pot of water and put it on the fire again.
"Xiu Ru, coming out with us two old men will not affect your practice, right?" Kong Qiu looked at the child in front of him and asked with a gentle expression.
"It doesn't affect it."
Wen Xiuru shook his head slightly and replied, "This disciple's cultivation has also reached a bottleneck period. If he goes out for a while, he may be able to get some unexpected surprises."
"From the middle to the late stage of the Five Realms, it's not a big or small hurdle."
Confucius reminded, "Your generation has encountered a good time, and the speed of cultivation is getting faster and faster. In the past, such a speed of cultivation was unimaginable."
Xiu Ru entered the fifth realm last year and is now in the middle stage of the fifth realm. He even has the opportunity to reach the late stage of the fifth realm. The speed is really not that fast.
It seems that except for the boy from the Li family, everyone's cultivation speed has improved qualitatively.
"Thanks to Professor Li for teaching me."
Wen Xiuru chuckled and said, "In the Nanling group, Li Jiaoxi really selflessly illuminated the world. Thinking about it to this day, it is still touching."
"When it comes to that little guy, I'm really worried."
Faru glanced in the direction of the capital, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "Master Ru, when I was in Taixue Palace, I never dared to ask more, how much time does that little guy have?"
"A little over a year."
Confucius said truthfully, "Actually, after he came back from the Far North, he showed signs of exhaustion. How could it be so easy to play games with the gods? In the battle to kill the gods in the Far North, that little guy paid too much." Too many, plus this time in order to save the old man, he gave up half of his vitality, and his body has reached the edge of collapse."
That little guy is the real Son of Destiny. Although he has been denying it, he has indeed used his actions to protect this world.
"One year?"
When Fa Ru heard the Confucian leader's answer, he was shocked at first. He quickly reacted and seemed to have thought of something. He said in surprise, "There is such a big Li family behind him. Nowadays, the royal family is becoming more and more hostile to the Li family." Going deeper and deeper, with that kid’s character he definitely won’t sit still and wait for death, there is only one year left, what about him?”
"The sword goes to extremes."
Kong Qiu said calmly, "This year, the Li family and the royal family will definitely decide the winner. In other words, the little guy will definitely try his best to eliminate all threats to the Li family."
When Fa Ru heard this, the waves in his heart surged violently and could not be calmed down for a long time.
"The royal family is not that easy to deal with."
Confucius looked in the direction of the northern capital and murmured softly, "The one who will benefit the most from the millennium of heritage is the Great Shang royal family. That little guy must be cautious."
at the same time.
Dashang Palace, Weiyang Palace.
The eldest princess Mu Xizi and the eldest grandson empress talked about some trivial matters between the parents, with smiles on their faces, and their pale faces looked more and more pitiful.
Before the ninth princess grew up, the eldest princess Mu Xizi had always been the most beautiful woman in the Dashang royal family. Her frailty, which had been bedridden all year round, gave her an indescribable morbid beauty.
"Your Highness the Princess."
Just when Mu Xizi and Empress Changsun were chatting happily, a servant walked quickly outside the palace and said, "Your Majesty, please go to Shou'an Palace."
"knew."
Mu Xizi responded calmly, looked at the woman in front of him, and said softly, "Queen, Your Majesty has summoned me, so I will take my leave first."
After saying that, Mu Xizi stood up, bowed, and walked outside.
"Mother."
After the eldest princess left, Murong suppressed her emotions and said in a serious voice, "My daughter always feels that this aunt is very difficult to understand. She seems to be always smiling, but she is so scary that people don't dare to get too close."
"Don't look at your aunt like this now. Back then, Xizi's martial arts talent was very powerful."
Empress Changsun sighed softly and said, "Unfortunately, after Xizi committed suicide by taking poison, in order to save her life, the imperial doctor could only disperse her cultivation and reluctantly pulled her out of the gate of hell."
"Why did my aunt commit suicide by taking poison?" Murong asked in confusion.
"Because of love."
Empress Changsun said softly, "She fell in love with the person she should least love."
"Who?" Murong asked in surprise.
"You can't say, it's taboo."
Empress Changsun responded with a complicated expression, "Xi Zi is also a pitiful person."
The deceased is gone, let the truth sleep forever.
