"... Some people even say that the three-three-shaped dragon-shaped style of King Yu's tripod, the five-colored divine light of the peacock, and the long river of the greatness passed down by the Master are all related to it!

Even, it is said that he was the person behind that shocking battle."

Zeng San looked at An Qisheng and also asked in his words: "Where did the fellow Taoist get the five-colored divine light? I didn't know, but I wanted to know whether there is any record of the 'Daxia saint' in the inheritance obtained by the fellow Taoist..."

Confucianism values ​​history and humanities far more than any other sect. As the lord of contemporary Confucianism, he is naturally no exception.

However, among the collections accumulated by Confucianism for tens of thousands of years, records were missing from the founding of the Great Zhou Kingdom to the founding of the Great Xia Kingdom.

There are mostly records of that period of time, such as "legends", and even the imaginations of later generations, and they are fabricated.

For example, there were rumors.

It is said that a Taoist came from the sky and developed the Great Xia Holy King "Yu", the "No. 1 Demon of All Chronicles", and the Seven Great Saints of the Demon Clan.

Even the Master asked for advice from his disciples.

At first, Zeng San didn't believe such rumors that were almost distorted, but during the years of pursuing those years, they were a little shaken.

Because, among many ancient monuments and ruins of the previous dynasty, he could clearly feel that in the years that were buried.

There must be an existence beyond imagination.

Otherwise, he could not understand how the human race and the demon race, who regarded each other as great enemies, stood together during the years of war.

"The Great Xia Xiansheng..."

An Qisheng gently slammed the stone table and muttered to himself.

Without the necessary information, he had no way to explore the "Daxia Xiansheng" mentioned by Zeng San, but he vaguely felt that the person must be related to him.

Ripples appeared in his heart, and he couldn't help but recall the scenes he saw through the underground monster a few months ago.

Will the so-called "Daxia Xiansheng" be the incarnation of his own soul?

As soon as he thought of this, a great heavy feeling arose in his heart.

Because he remembers it clearly.

The seven-colored tree that fell from the sky brushed off the giant holding an axe and roaring, the big demon holding a stick swept the sky, and the bull demon who overturned the Sumeru Mountain,

And the unruly peacock with five colors spreading wings......

If the Daxia Xiansheng Fruit is really his own soul incarnation, then there is no doubt that he has already lost a lot.

And if that Daxia Xiansheng is not...

"Fellow Taoist?"

Seeing An Qisheng pondering for a long time without saying a word, Zeng San shook his head slightly: "If you force me, I am not the one who can dig into the bottom line."

“That’s not.”

An Qisheng held the wine glass and shook his head and asked, "The Confucian classics are famous all over the world, but I don't know if there are any detailed records about the 'peacock'?"

"The peacock is famous all over the world for its five-colored divine light. Everything is destroyed. It is the king of the ten magical powers of the saints, as famous as my Confucian "Haoran Long River"...

Later, as the peacock defeated the "Seven Treasures Wonderful Art" of the old Buddha on Mount Sumeru, the five-colored divine light slowly disappeared between heaven and earth. The peacock clan did not have this king of magical powers."

Zeng San sighed: "The disciples of Confucianism have been searching for those years, but unfortunately, they have only gained little, and even fewer people know the name of the peacock..."

At this point, Zeng San paused slightly and his face became extremely ugly.

He didn't say a word.

That is, he didn't know the name of the peacock, but he didn't know the true name of the Master who passed down from the Confucian lineage!

This is him and the shame of the entire Confucianism.

Confucianism has been pursuing tens of thousands of years, but there is no lack of this reason.

Confucianism is a taboo in "forget the clan of the sacred scriptures", and it is a bit of their own, and they don't even know the names of their ancestors!

"Those years seem to be unknown."

An Qisheng was not surprised by this result. Even the transmission of Sa Wuling across time and space was distorted and distorted, and Confucianism would not have too detailed things.

"Maybe that's true."

Zeng San sighed, calmed down his heart, no longer focused on this topic, and said:

"Fellow Daoist has five-colored divine light, and maybe there will be trouble. The name of the King of the Ten Divine Powers of the Holy Lower is too great."

Throughout history, many masters have been born from all races and spirits, and their supernatural powers are as numerous as the sand of the Ganges.

The five-colored divine lights overwhelm countless magical powers and are ranked among the top ten kings of supernatural powers under the saints. Naturally, they have covetousness, which is inevitable.

Just like Confucianism, how many disciples have pursued their lifelong pursuit of retrieving the "Haoran River" in tens of thousands of years?

The world of the five-colored divine light will inevitably have turbulence.

"Are Buddhism and the demon clan?"

An Qisheng naturally knew this, but he didn't care much.

Compared to the person behind the scenes, the troubles that the five-colored divine light may cause are simply not worth mentioning.

"The five-color divine light has a lot to do. Not only Buddhism, but the demon clan may also have actions."

Zeng San glanced at the mountains that had not yet subsided, and shook his head slightly:

"Although in ancient times, the demon world was knocked out of dust and became a 'beast path', the centipede insects died without being stiff, and there were inevitably a few old monsters."

"The demon world was knocked down and became the 'beast path'?"

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, and he remembered the cross-border demon king again.

It seems that the demon clan is much more miserable than he thought.

But that's right. If it weren't for the bleakness, how could a great demon king take risks and cross the border?

"Fellow Taoist seems to be interested in ancient history?"

Zeng San flipped it out and took out a yellowed booklet and handed it to An Qisheng: "This is the 'history' compiled by the ancestors of my family based on the classics I searched for for many years in Confucianism. Later, many disciples added it. Although the Daxia Dynasty was missing, the records were also recorded..."

"Thank you, Mr.

An Qisheng took the scroll and thanked him sincerely.

It is by no means easy to study history. Whether in Xuanxing or Jiufu Realm, it is particularly difficult to study in this immortal path.

The difficulty of studying history in a world where you can get away from time can be imagined.

"The family ancestors should have passed on the history of the world, but unfortunately..." Zeng San poured himself into his own drink, and Ren Anqisheng looked through the book, his thoughts were vague.

Behind this thin scroll is the result of many disciples of Confucianism traveling around the world for tens of thousands of years, searching for the secrets.

Rare exception.

Unfortunately, it is impossible to publish it all over the world.

Some things, even the Confucianism today, cannot be overcome at all.

"nice one!"

As soon as An Qisheng opened the book, the voice of the Sanxin Lan Lingtong was already heard in his ears.

This little guy is extremely sensitive to information. Through An Qisheng's eyes, he immediately recorded all the information in the ancient scroll.

An Qisheng looked through the book without any haste, as if he was reading it very seriously, but there was a mark in his eyes slowly condensed.

This is the will that remains on this ancient scroll. In this way, An Qisheng can see the scene where the Confucian ancestor once wrote this scroll.

However, he was not in a hurry to check it out.

“Great benefits.”

After the imprint was condensed, An Qisheng handed the book back to Zeng San to express his gratitude.

"How can I repay my kindness after saving my husband this time? My fellow Taoist said that I had something to ask for, but I don't know where I can help me?"

Zeng San put away the scroll and said seriously: "Whatever I can do will not disappoint fellow Taoists."

"Then I'll thank you for your fulfillment."

An Qisheng picked up the wine glass and directly expressed his purpose: "I heard that Confucianism has a 'classic room' that contains ancient and modern books..."

"Um?"

Zeng San frowned slightly and then relaxed: "Since the 'Sage' and 'King' were divided, the library was also divided into two. But I don't know which one I want to see?"

This requirement seems simple, but it is not easy.

No matter which school or sect collects books, it is an absolute forbidden place. Although he is the leader of Confucianism, Confucianism has three veins.

Although he has a very high status, his influence in the other two meridians may not be enough to allow them to open a large-scale classroom.

"What's the difference?" An Qisheng put down his wine glass.

"One is to govern the world, and the other is to practice."

Zeng San answered.

An Qisheng naturally understood Zeng San's meaning, and had no intention of repaying kindness. He deliberately forced himself. He just smiled and said, "Although Confucianism and Taoism are not my way, the former is more in line with his heart."
To be continued...