"It's not over until the end, and we don't know the final result. But I'm of the same nature as your master. Even if you know you will lose, you still have to fight with others."
In the pool, there was a sneer, but it was still a white stone, which was placed on the chessboard. The voice turned lazy and said: "But what is the final result? He was besieged by Confucian saints and many strong Buddhist and Taoist people and died.
There was no peace even after death. Dozens of corpses were cut into pieces and suppressed on the five continents and twelve islands. It was really cruel. A man who was almost on the verge of reaching the pinnacle of all worlds, who was supposed to be immortal, got into the world.
Such an ending is really speechless——"
"What you said is wrong!"
The young man shook his head, with an extremely serious expression: "Master and I are different. He knows that he will definitely win, so he keeps fighting with the sky, the earth, and people. Only because he knows that we, the common people, will win.
The idea of equality will surely spread to the world one day. It may not be in his generation, not in my generation, or in the next generation, but there will definitely be a day when his long-cherished wish can be realized——"
The female voice laughed coldly, and the entire pool froze in an instant: "It sounds easy, and the momentum is really tragic. But do you think that Confucian people are all made of mud? You pushed me
Is it broken? The Confucian saints are all born from the righteousness of heaven and earth, and uphold the great destiny between heaven and earth. Since they are scolding you common people as evil demons and heretics, it certainly makes sense! I think you are already in danger now.
Yeah! I don’t see any chance of getting ahead.”
"Tsk! Senior said it was wrong again. My master is also one of the Confucian saints! Even before his death, his awe-inspiring righteousness was the crown of all saints!"
The young man in white robe deliberately adjusted the Confucian crown on his head, as if to remind the other party that he was dressing up as a Confucian scholar at the moment.
"Master once said, what is Confucianism? The meaning of the word Ru is people and needs. Therefore, the so-called Confucianism, in short, is what people need. Today's Confucianism is exactly suitable for everyone.
Humanity in the world naturally has deep luck. But if one day, people in this world are no longer willing to abandon their principles, and humanity changes, then those so-called Confucianists today are nothing more than hypocritical Confucianism.
.So why can’t we win?”
"But how do you know that this humanity will change?"
"I really don't know this."
The young man in white robe lowered his head and pondered. He seemed to have finally thought it through and made another move on the chessboard.
"Those guys are determined to fool the people. They can let the people know what they can do, but they can't let them know. They really took great pains to misinterpret Confucian economics into this way. They also spread the ethics and Confucianism to imprison people's hearts. If this goes on,
It’s really hard to see any change in this humanitarian trend.”
"If you don't know, how do you know that you have a chance of winning?" The voice in the pool that had turned into ice was even colder.
"I just know it!" The young man in white robe also said slightly: "The changes in people's hearts are the most unpredictable, but they are generally not worried about poverty but widowhood. No matter how much they are imprisoned or how much they are fooled, what's the use?
How could those people who are so against the will of humanity not go further and further away from the general trend of humanity? The dozen or so dynasties of the Central Cloud Continent often only lasted for a few hundred years. And the Confucianism always flourished for a few hundred years.
The cycle of killings and tribulations that lasted for hundreds of years has never changed. Countless people on the five continents and twelve islands have died because of the war. If they refuse to repent, they are talking about these insects of heaven——"
When he said this, the expression of the young man in white robe seemed to be getting more and more angry, and he was very angry: "I have the six arts of Confucianism, etiquette, music, shooting, imperialism, calligraphy, and arithmetic. The ancient saints, or the strong martial arts
, or the peak of spiritual masters. As a result, they have changed it into the Six Classics. As a result, most of today's Confucian scholars are unable to fight chickens. They only rely on awe-inspiring righteousness to survive. Life and death are held in the palm of the human king.
If you are reduced to a lackey of the king, how can you talk about governing from the top? And any other golden mean is all bullshit!"
He suddenly pulled open his collar and said: "The ancient saints, the so-called Doctrine, is the unity of nature and human beings, focusing on the unity of nature and human form, cultivating the mind and cultivating the character, and achieving the highest goodness, the most benevolence, the most sincerity, the most Tao, and the most virtue.
, the most holy. However, they constantly used it to mean impartiality, compromise and harmony. How can governing a big country be like cooking small vegetables? How can this big country be compared to small vegetables? Even if you really want to cook some small vegetables, you can occasionally use force.
It doesn't matter. Like them, even if the body is rotten and pus is everywhere, they don't dare to cut it with a knife. What's the point? In the past, people who were just a little bit more upright were regarded as cruel officials.
They have to be overthrown and scolded before they are willing to give up. No matter how clear the water is, there will be no fish, so fish should not be kept in the water. What does it matter if it is clearer? In the case of Confucianism, corruption abounds every hundred years.
Signs of chaos appear frequently. However, those Confucian students are helpless. They come to accuse my master of heresy, and I blame him for being an immortal."
There was silence for a moment in the pool. It seemed that the young man's last foul words were completely shocked.
But the white-robed young man turned around and smiled: "Play chess well and talk about what to do. I rarely come to accompany you once. These things have nothing to do with you -"
After a long time, the voice in the pool hummed softly and responded.
When the young man in white robe saw this, he was startled at first. After a moment, he actually smiled: "As expected, if you don't continue to fight, how will you know whether you will lose or win in the end? If you had just admitted defeat, how would you have thought
, how could you be so careless and expose such a big flaw? Even a bad chess player like me sees an opportunity to turn defeat into victory——"
There was another period of silence in the pool. But just as the young man was holding a black chess piece in his hand, his heart suddenly moved slightly and he made a move at random.
Hundreds of miles away from here, a shadow of a talisman flew towards him. The young man in white robe immediately looked startled and took it into his hand. Just a moment later, he frowned slightly. He was both surprised and worried.
"The person who issued the talisman is your junior who obtained the Martial Saint Golden Pill?"
The voice in the pool seemed to have determined that this was the case. Without waiting for the young man to answer, he turned curious and asked: "What is it that makes you so excited?"
The young man did not answer, and after thinking for a long time, he suddenly shook his hand, and the talisman in his hand immediately turned into dust and scattered. He said with a sad face: "It is indeed Ling Bo, she has found a good seedling recently. She is fourteen years old, has a psychic swordsmanship,
Innate primary pulse, night wandering spiritual master."
"Is that all?" The female voice was obviously confused. It seemed that at this age, such achievements were still not worth mentioning in front of her.
"Spiritual and martial arts masters, it can only be considered a good achievement to achieve this at the age of fourteen. On the other hand, he is the first person since the beginning of the world to be a psychic in swordsmanship. But it will not alarm you, the Taoist Master of the common people. From then on
The current head of Taiyuan Sect can come forward and accept him as his direct disciple. After all, you are no longer in the Yun Realm."
The young man in white robe sighed slightly, feeling very helpless: "But what if this person was born with a body with two veins, a barrier between heaven and man, and a broken spirit?"
In the pool, there was indeed a cry of surprise, which seemed extremely surprising. A snow-white dragon head also emerged above the water. Although it was huge, its appearance was inexplicably cute. With both eyes open,
His big eyes stared at the chessboard floor in astonishment.
"Is there such a strange person in this world? It's really strange that he hasn't died after cultivating to this level. If he is a candidate for the God Emperor, his luck should not be so bad. There are several major obstacles to his cultivation.
, gathered together in one place. But to say that he is not, such a talent is really rare. He is enough to inherit the mantle of Taoism in your common people. Aren't you always worried about the inheritance of Taoism? This is a happy event,
Why is it so difficult? By the way, remember I still owe you a favor. You and I have known each other for many years, and I can help you this time as long as I can."
The young man in white robe was not at all happy, and shook his head slightly: "I am naturally very happy to have such a disciple. But now the Sword Sect also knows about this person. That child Lingbo, and Wujue Villa
Yan Fan has been arguing with me for several months to no avail, and this is what I learned. Do you think I don't have a headache? However, if you are really willing to help me, it will be easy to solve this matter."
"Sword Sect? Do you want to deal with the master of Sword Sect? Forget it, I want to sleep."
The jade dragon rolled its eyes, and then sank decisively into the water, bubbling with gurgling blisters.
The white-robed young man hesitantly said, not caring, and just shook his head slightly: "You woman, you are really unreliable. It seems that I really want to go back to the Cloud Realm. Speaking of which, I have been away for more than four thousand years.
I really miss you.”
Then he looked at the chessboard in front of him with infinite regret: "It's just that I can't play this chess. It's really rare that I can beat you!"
"With your chess skills, even if I make a wrong move, you are still no match for me. In the end of this game, I should be the one to beat you by six eyes!"
The female voice murmured softly, with a hint of disdain. Then she directed a ball of white light towards the young man in white robe.
"Take this thing, it's useless to me anyway. Although you have martial arts and spiritual skills, you have become a saint. But once you enter the cloud world, you will definitely be suppressed. With this thing here, it can help you to some extent.
2. In short, be careful, don’t be like your master, who was surrounded and killed by the crowd——"
The young man in white robe smiled and did not look at whether the white light was a kind of thing. He put the thing into his sleeve casually. With gratitude in his eyes, he nodded slightly towards the pool. Then he did not stop.
One step into the void.
And just when the young man's figure disappeared, the jade-white dragon's head appeared again. The entire body went out of the water, but all he could see were countless red chains, densely covering the entire dragon body.
Penetrate the trap.
But at this moment, Long Yan was looking at the chessboard in astonishment.
"Strange, why did I end up here?" (To be continued)!