In the upper realm, there is an unknown mountain forest.
Zhu Youji was sitting on the tallest tree, overlooking the surrounding environment and thinking about the next step.
"According to what the two Pioneer Cultists said, the current timeline of the Upper Realm should be at the time when the Second Seven Kingdoms War had just ended, when South Korea killed the powerful Transcendent Realm, and the head of state was buried. In other words, at this moment, the Qin Kingdom was in ruins. Stay tuned, the story of Fen Sixth Remaining Lieutenant and his domination of the world will begin soon."
"But even if Donghuang Taiyi repeatedly brags about Ying Zheng, under the circumstances that both Dafeng and South Korea exist, it is no easier to unify the world than in the lower realm."
"I don't know if the rebellion of the five ancient magical beasts is over?"
"It should be over, otherwise the Fire Qilin wouldn't have crazy blood... It's not necessarily true. I always feel that the Fire Qilin was accidentally swallowed by the fire beast's blood. It was promoted by Emperor Shitian. This old coin that has existed for so long, what? I don’t even plan, it always feels unrealistic.”
"Forget it, regardless of whether Emperor Shitian is the Supreme Being or not, let's go to Jixia Academy first and borrow Master Zhou's statue and the sacred objects left behind to repair the cracks on Jixuedanxin..."
After Zhu Youji made up his mind, he directly stepped on the magic sword, flew with the sword, and flew towards the east.
…
Dafeng, the outskirts of the imperial capital.
Qingyun Mountain, Jixia Academy.
The air is clear, the literary spirit is stirring, and the sound of reading loudly echoes in the bamboo forest. On the stone steps leading directly to Qingyun Mountain, many scholars are carrying bags on their backs and holding books in their hands, reading essential classics while arduously going up the mountain.
"The Master said: What a joy it is to learn and practice it from time to time!"
"Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, this is knowing!"
"The stars are spinning, the sun and the moon are shining brightly, the four eras are in control, yin and yang are in great harmony..."
"A gentleman is cautious in his independence and does not bully the darkroom..."
…
The sound of reading can be heard loudly, and the surrounding bamboo forest is shaking constantly, seeming to be jumping for joy, responding to these readers who are constantly climbing.
If this kind of wonder were placed in the lower realm, it would inevitably lead to people stopping to watch, but at this moment, the scholar who was climbing the stone steps did not squint, he just looked at the book and concentrated on it.
Lines of literary energy emerged from them, reflecting each other with the clear air in the sky, outlining various Confucian and Taoist shadows, including pens, inks, paper and inkstones, carving knives and bamboo scrolls, and some vague shadows of semi-saints. …
"The annual practice of Confucianism and Taoism has begun again."
“Seeing these students climbing up the ladder, it’s like seeing myself back then.”
"Hey, time flies, I'm old!"
On the top of the mountain, in the reflection pavilion, an old man with a white beard, wearing a Confucian robe, caressed his white beard, sat down, and sighed quietly.
Opposite the white-bearded old man, there sat an old man in black clothes. He had an upright face and a serious smile. He had Dafeng's unique auspicious beast tattooed on his chest. He replied: "I talk about getting old every year. When will I die?"
"You still have such a bad mouth." The white-bearded old man shook his head. He seemed to have known the character of the old man in Xuanyi for a long time, and he was not angry. He just raised Bai Zi and said, "It's your turn."
The old man in Xuanyi immediately dropped Heizi and said, "I'm tired of hearing you say this every year. Can you change it to something different? For example, I'm too old this year and it's time to be buried."
"This way I will be a little surprised."
"Li Xuanyi, you old boy, do you want me to die? Do you think you are the leader of the Xuantian Guard?" The white-bearded old man laughed in anger and asked.
Li Xuanyi looked at the stone steps that led directly to the top of the mountain and said: "Who asked your dean to die? If you Jixia Academy hadn't rejected that dean back then, how would the world have been in such a catastrophe?"
The white-bearded old man's face changed slightly, and he cursed: "Li Xuanyi, you don't want to open any pot, right? Practicing Confucianism is the rule of Jixia Academy. If he can't meet the requirements, do I have to force him to accept it?
?”
"Besides, didn't I already give him a chance to take the exam? Didn't he fail the exam himself?"
"Can you blame me?"
"It's not like I said he had no talent and drove him away?"
Li Xuanyi chuckled and said, "Haha, what are you in a hurry for?"
"Now there is a saying circulating among countries. Do you want to listen?"
"What are you talking about?" the white-bearded old man frowned slightly and asked.
"Never provoke the failed painter from Jixia Academy, especially since his parents are both dead." Li Xuanyi said seriously.
"Slander, this is Chi Guoguo's slander, it's too much." The white-bearded old man was so angry that he almost overturned the chessboard and shouted: "Who spread it?"
"tell me?"
"I have to talk to him!"
"Okay, Dean Zhou, it's just a joke. Over the years, how many geniuses has your Jixia Academy rejected? How many of them have the ability to reach his level?"
"It's just a man of destiny. Even if he passes and enters your Jixia Academy, he won't be able to stay."
"He is destined to change the world. I still admire this person very much. He forcibly turned Korea, which was about to be destroyed, into one of the three major countries. His methods and his heart are unmatched throughout the ages!"
Li Xuanyi said slowly.
Zhou Xingtian also calmed down, looked at Li Xuanyi, and said: "At least, he did not choose to cooperate with the Blood Demon Sect, otherwise, a demon might be born!"
Li Xuanyi nodded and continued: "If he chooses to cooperate with the Blood Demon Cult, he will not lose the battle to attack Xianyang of Qin State, nor will Xinzheng be defeated by the coalition forces and have to compromise."
"Actually, he didn't lose either. This is the best result." Zhou Xingtian said.
"Yes, at least he gave South Korea a glimmer of hope. However, he is destined to die. A demon who started the Seven Kingdoms War will not be able to appease the people's grievances if he does not die!"
"That hero is my enemy!"
"There is no right or wrong, it's just a choice." Li Xuanyi said quietly.
"Choose?" Zhou Xingtian considered the word for a moment and said nothing more.
This topic is a bit heavy and complicated. After all, no one can tell what is right or wrong.
For the Koreans, this battle saved their country, but for other countries, this battle destroyed everything for them.
It is really difficult to judge who is right and who is wrong.
As the saying goes, his hero is my enemy!
He is an executioner and also a hero of Korea.
"Forget it, let's not mention this matter. He is already dead anyway."
"Among these Confucian scholars today, are there any outstanding ones?"
Li Xuanyi changed the subject and asked casually.
"Tch, I know that you, an old boy, have no good intentions. It is at this time every year that you come to me to play chess and want to select good young talents for the court, right?" Zhou Xingtian looked like I had guessed it a long time ago.
, glared at Li Xuanyi.
"Hmph, don't say that I don't take care of you. The annual share of Jixia Academy was not obtained by me from the imperial court for you, otherwise it would have been robbed by the Imperial College long ago." Li Xuanyi snorted and said.
Zhou Xingtian said nonchalantly: "Just grab them all. Anyway, Da Feng doesn't want my students. I can let them go to Qin or South Korea, which is pretty good."
"Don't say such things again. That Li Si who went to Qin State from your Jixia Academy, and the King of Han Han Fei, His Majesty the Emperor are very dissatisfied, saying that the talents trained by your Jixia Academy did not give priority to Dafeng
?" Li Xuanyi said.
"Han Fei is a disciple of Mr. Xun. He is from the Korean royal family, so how can he join Dafeng? As for Li Si, he studied under Mr. Xun, and later left Jixia Academy, studied Legalism on his own, and joined the army that was waiting to be revitalized.
It is normal for the Qin State to develop its grand plans." Zhou Xingtian answered bluntly.
"Forget it, you are very sharp-tongued, but I can't speak to you." Li Xuanyi didn't want to continue on this topic, so he changed the subject and said, "What good ideas are there today?"
"Nothing has been found yet." Zhou Xingtian replied.
…
While the two were talking, a figure quietly came to the foot of the mountain. Looking at the stone steps climbing up, looking at these students who were reciting Confucian and Taoist classics and poems, they frowned slightly.
, pulled the Confucian scholar beside him and asked: "Excuse me, what day is it today and what are they doing?"