"Junior Brother Ziyu, do you also come to see the list?"
"Senior Brother Ziyou."
In front of a towering white tower in Jixia Academy, Yan Yan once met, and the two greeted each other.
Zeng Shen saw his name on the jade tablet in front of the White Pagoda, listed behind ten people including Zi Yuan (Yan Hui), Zi Lu (Zhong Yu), Zigong (Duan Mu Ci), Zi Wo (Zai Yu), etc.
Eleven.
This was as expected by Zeng Shen, and he looked happy.
"Senior Brother Ziyou, if nothing unexpected happens, you will be among the top ten of the Confucian sect this time."
Zeng Shen turned around and looked at Yan Yan with congratulations in his eyes. He saw this senior brother's name in the ninth position.
Yan Yan smiled and said: "Battlefield meritorious service, academy assessment, various disciples' trials...these credits can be accumulated continuously. Ziyu is now eleventh, only after Zixia, don't you plan to work harder?
"
Zeng Shen was very moved after hearing this, and it seemed that Zi You had rekindled his fighting spirit.
But when he looked back at the credits behind Zixia's ranking, which were much higher than his own and were continuously increasing, Zeng Shen let out a breath and his face fell instantly.
"Forget it, senior brother Ziyou, you guys are too busy."
Zeng Shen said in a rather complicated tone: "I have been on the battlefields of the two worlds during this period, and I am still following the military strategist Sun Zi and others. However, even so, the achievements I have accumulated cannot be compared to my son Xia Xiang."
It’s not that he doesn’t work hard enough, it’s that these guys in front of him are too perverted!
Because the ancestor of Qilin was recovering, Zeng Shen's luck increased the fastest in the entire academy.
But I can’t stand the fact that the first ten are all fierce!
Yan Hui, Zi Lu, Tiannan Erfeng, Sanfeng.
Ziwo, the trumpet of the Human Emperor Xuanyuan;
Zigong, the god of war of the last era - Erlang of the Yang family, Yang Jian.
Zixia, Xiaojiu of the Di family.
And this Senior Brother Ziyou in front of me...
The third generation of Fengqi, the number one disciple of Tianzi, Tianlu!
Among these people, except His Majesty the Human Emperor, he had an accident when he stepped into a pit, and his souls were scattered in countless pieces, causing the Human Emperor's trumpet to pop up from time to time in all major timelines throughout time and space.
Which of the remaining ones is not the top second generation in prehistoric times?
Zeng Shen looked at Yan Yan with a bit of resentment in his eyes. We are all second generation, do you really think he doesn't want to work hard?
But the ones in front are all crazy, what can he do?
He is also very desperate!
When Yan Yan saw Zeng Shen looking at him with a miserable look, he couldn't help but cough twice to cover up his embarrassment.
"Junior Brother Ziyu, don't be discouraged. Shi Qilin has reached the critical moment of recovery. If that day comes, the gift you will receive will definitely be more generous than it is now!"
"It's soaring into the sky, and Zixia's transcendence is still unknown."
Yan Yan comforted Zeng Shen.
Unfortunately, the effect was not very good, and Zeng Shen's response was mediocre.
He had no hope in his heart.
Ancestors are ancestors, his his.
Although Zeng Shen has benefited a lot from the resurrection of his ancestors.
But none of us are useless. When you are making progress, you are not allowing others to make progress?
What's more, Zeng Shen estimates that the date when Shi Zhe's ranking will be determined is not far away, and whether he can wait for recovery by then is a question.
He shook his head: "I'd better not think about Shi Zhe. It's not bad to try to secure the position of Seventy-two Sages."
The great rise of Confucianism is inevitable.
Mingyu selected ten sages from three thousand disciples, and the seventy-two sages came to set a benchmark for Confucianism.
They will be important representatives of the Confucian sect in the future and the helmsmen of a branch.
Not to mention luck, merit and blessings.
By being able to secure his position as one of the Seventy-Two Sages, Zeng Shen could gain a lot of things.
"Oh, forget it, don't talk about me anymore."
Zeng Shen looked at Jian Yanyan holding a Yin and Yang Pisces chart in one hand and asked curiously.
"Senior Brother Ziyou, did you just come back from the Yin Yang family's small world?"
"Yes."
Yan Yan smiled and said: "I have been practicing the principles of yin and yang arithmetic recently and I have many doubts, so I went to Junior Sister Chen and the others to ask some questions."
"Go to Siming Shen for advice on the principles of yin and yang numerology?"
Zeng Shen looked Yan Yan up and down with a strange expression. Among the many Confucian brothers, Ziyou's way of Tianyan was also unique. He didn't go to the masters of the Yin and Yang family for the principles of numerology, but he went to Si Ming Longnu?
Although they are all from Fengqishan, I feel something is strange.
"Will this have any effect?"
Yan Yan seemed to have noticed Zeng Shen's doubts. He spread his hands and said with a slight smile: "There is still something to gain. Before leaving, Junior Sister Xi'er gave me this, saying it will definitely help with the cultivation of yin and yang.
.”
"oh?"
Zeng Shen's eyes followed Yan Yan's raised wrist, and he saw a red silk thread clearly wrapped around his hand!
"If I remember correctly, Long Nuxi is Shao Siming, right?"
Zeng Shen scratched his head. As Mingyu's god, while Da Siming was in charge of blessings and longevity, Shao Siming was in charge of marriage and reproduction.
Isn't it true that being tied to the red thread of marriage by Shao Siming is not what it means?
Zeng Shen curled his lips, his eyes smiled, and he quickly looked along the other end of the red silk thread.
Unexpectedly, Yan Yan waved his hand and hid the silk thread in his sleeve, and did not let Zeng Shen continue to read.
The smile on Zeng Shen's face got even bigger. He winked at Yan Yan and said, "Senior Brother Ziyou, it is said that Shao Siming's red silk thread has two ends. This end is in your hand. Which girl is connected to the other end?"
"It will definitely be a good marriage if Senior Sister Xi'er can personally connect the two!"
Yan Yan's expression remained unchanged: "Junior Brother Ziyu, please don't misunderstand me."
"It's because I want to practice the principles of yin and yang that I let my junior sister hold the red thread of marriage."
Zeng Shen showed an expression that I knew well.
Marriage is naturally close to yin and yang.
Male love and female love, yin and yang harmonize, can you say this is not yin and yang?
"No wonder Senior Sister Xi'er said it is helpful for understanding the Tao of Yin and Yang."
Zeng Shen stared at Yan Yan, looking left and right, his words full of ridicule.
Yan Yan was always calm.
"Junior brother, you are worrying too much."
After saying these words, Yan Yan left in a hurry.
"Eh~~"
Just as Zeng Shen was about to call out, Yan Yan disappeared in a flash.
"Senior brother Ziyou, why are you in such a hurry?"
He muttered twice, looked back at the giant white tower behind him, and planned to leave.
Suddenly, a crisp ringtone rang in Zeng Shen's ears.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Junior brother, have you ever met senior brother Ziyou?"
Zeng Shen only felt a gust of wind blowing on his face, and in a daze, he saw a woman approaching.
She has a beautiful face, charming eyes and shy lips, a smile on her lips, and a light and joyful rhythm in her movements.
"Which family is the disciple of Senior Sister?" Zeng Shen asked. He had never seen this woman who looked like a breeze.
"I?"
The woman's face was full of smiles and she looked forward to it: "I am a new disciple of the Le family, my surname is Feng."
"Feng?" Zeng Shen looked at her and thought to himself, Feng was a popular surname in ancient times, and there were many big shots.
Not to mention the distance, the person in the tower right now...
Zeng Shen's eyes suddenly condensed. He looked at the woman in front of him intently, paying special attention to the woman's wrist: "If Senior Sister Feng is looking for Senior Brother Ziyou, I'm afraid she will be late. Senior Brother Ziyou has just left."
"He's not in there?"
Feng Ling'er looked in the direction of the White Tower, hesitated for a moment, and then asked about the direction in which Yan Yan left.
Zeng Shen pointed out a place and very enthusiastically told Feng Ling'er some places where Ziyou might go.
"Junior brother, thank you very much!"
Feng Ling'er waved her hand, and a stream of light fell into Zeng Shen's hand. She moved lightly, and her figure dissipated on the spot like a breeze.
"Senior Sister Feng is quite nice."
Zeng Shen lowered his head and looked at the nine-striped flat peach in his hand, and his heart blossomed with joy.
"Senior Brother Ziyou, I wish you can happily practice the Tao of Yin and Yang!"
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The White Tower world is extremely vast, like a universe, countless in width.
Here, time and space are as silent as a long night.
The whole world is vast and vast, and the void in all directions is chaotic.
In the center of the world, a figure sits cross-legged.
He is dressed in green and has a jade belt, and his eyes are neither happy nor sad.
Suddenly, awe-inspiring energy surged.
The dome of the tower is composed of endless rules. Indescribable Tao and principles are intertwined in the void, shining brightly in the world. Just a ray of light can fill a whole world.
Huhu~~
The will of humanity hovers above Mingyu's head.
The little figures huddled together.
As the Three Thousand Avenues continue to be engraved, His figure becomes clearer and more real.
"Gather!"
A clear voice rang out, and surging golden light of merit condensed in the void.
The will of humanity is slowly declining.
Soon, there were more futons around Mingyu.
There are exactly ten in the first row.
There are six rows after that, with twelve in each row.
After that, there are zeros, zeros, and totals, and the number is three thousand.
As the golden light gradually died down, Mingyu still woke up.
He looked at Feng Ling'er going away and shook his head: "This girl is here, but she doesn't meet the Master first."
"Yeah, I don't know who this girl learned from."
The landscape of the tower world changes.
The time and space like an eternal night are no longer silent, and the beautiful rivers and mountains make this place full of life.
Many words appeared on the four walls of the tower. These words were very strange, as if consciousness was faintly glowing, and each word was like the condensed will of the disciples.
You can feel the idea of what it should be, and every word is full and flawless.
There are words in every layer of the tower. When you enter the tower, you will be greeted by the vast spirit of the philosophies.
At the top of the tower, I saw a woman floating in the air, holding a pen in her hand, carving something on the wall of the tower.
She was wearing a long white dress, with a graceful figure, a picturesque back, and a flowing waterfall of black hair. She was extremely beautiful.
She was attentive from time to time, her brows were soothing, and every word on the wall was faintly visible, and every stroke was like a miraculous workmanship.
Except for Nuwa, there are traces of various disciples on every floor of the tower.
Zhuangzi stroked his ink in the air and wrote about Xiaoyaoyou.
Mozi held a sword in one hand and carved seventy-one mantras.
Each stroke of Zichan records the majesty of Legalism.
…
Hundreds of scholars, hundreds of sages.
One classic after another composes a magnificent chapter.
The whole tower resounded with the eternal and righteous sound of chanting. This sound seemed to gather the thoughts of all the disciples in the past and present, and every sound was based on the words and deeds of the Dharma.
These sounds in the air can purify people's souls.
Moo~~
A bull roar came from the depths of time and space.
I am riding an ox back eastward.
He looked at the busy disciples and asked cheerfully: "Isn't the old master late?"
All the disciples turned around and laughed: "My fellow Taoist has returned as a Hu, and his merits are immeasurable."
"It's too late for someone to be happy. How dare you dislike fellow Taoist for returning late?"
Facing Zhuzi's ridicule, Mingyu smiled softly.
He bowed his hands towards me: "Please!"
"It's easy to talk about."
I waved my hand, the golden bracelet rose into the sky, and the road reached the sky.
There are more scenes in the long river of humanity, including Han Valley, Tianzhu, whirling Wanfa...
Laozi turned into a Hu, left and returned, not only perfecting the theories of hundreds of schools of thought, but also filling in the gaps in the West for Mingyu's theory of all things in the world.