After making a breakthrough in cultivation, Lin Ze returned to the camp refreshed and felt very pleased with the sight of the busy soldiers.
So Lin Ze found Qian Yuan, asked him a few questions, and issued a military order that everyone was happy with. He said that he would eat enough meat in the evening to reward the three armies.
After hearing the news, the soldiers of the Qin Army smiled sincerely on their faces, and the speed of setting up the camp immediately increased by 30%.
When Lin Ze saw this, he just smiled. For ordinary soldiers, a meal of meat tube is enough and has a better motivational effect than any words.
Suddenly, the Book of Songs in Lin Ze's arms became warm, and he faintly pointed in a direction.
Lin Ze thought for a while, took it out of his arms and spread it out in his hands.
I saw this simple Book of Songs floating in the air and slowly flying in one direction.
A trace of doubt flashed in Lin Ze's eyes. Relying on his master-level cultivation and not being afraid of ordinary people, he did not forcibly leave the Book of Songs behind, but planned to follow him to see what happened.
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Mangdang Mountain, an unknown mountain peak, Meng Hao placed an altar on the top of the mountain and kept mumbling, not knowing what he was talking about.
Soon Meng Hao's eyes lit up and he shouted toward the southwest: "Come back quickly."
In his induction, the thing that was connected to him immediately started to move slowly.
Meng Hao frowned and muttered to himself: "That's not right. According to the method my uncle taught me, I shouldn't move so slowly. Is it because I am not familiar with the secret method?"
Thinking of this, Meng Hao couldn't help frowning. If he only had this speed, he might not be able to maintain it for so long and recall him.
A trace of worry appeared on Meng Hao's face. If he really lost the Book of Songs, even if he saved the True Emperor, he would probably end up alone in the Punishment Mountain.
At the moment, I can only place all my hopes on the secret method taught by my uncle, and just hope that I can successfully recall him.
"That young grandmaster shouldn't have the means to keep the Book of Songs, right?" While Meng Hao was maintaining the secret technique, a terrible thought suddenly appeared in his mind.
Then Meng Hao shook his head vigorously. It was impossible. His uncle had said that if he was not a Confucian, even a strong master would die if he dared to peek into the Book of Songs. There would be no chance of an accident.
Half an hour later, Meng Hao felt shaky, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, as if his whole body had been drained.
However, Meng Hao still persisted in operating the secret method and kept encouraging himself: "It's coming soon, the Book of Songs will be recalled soon."
Suddenly Meng Hao raised his head fiercely and looked forward. He saw a volume of ancient books floating in the air. Isn't it the Book of Songs that he had been obsessed with?
Meng Hao couldn't help but burst into tears. His hard work paid off, and he finally didn't have to worry about dying alone in Punishment Mountain.
Seeing the return of the Book of Songs, Meng Hao lost all his energy. He could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.
Without Meng Hao's pull, the Book of Songs floating in the air suddenly lost its direction, spun around in circles, and fell to the ground.
Meng Hao was startled and wanted to step forward to catch the falling Book of Songs, but he was too weak to do anything and could only watch helplessly.
At this moment, a fair and slender hand appeared in Meng Hao's eyes, firmly grasping the Book of Songs.
"It turns out you were the one causing trouble. I thought something big was going on," Lin Ze looked at Meng Hao and said with a disappointed look on his face.
Meng Hao looked at the sudden appearance of Lin Ze with a shocked expression, and exclaimed: "How could it be you?"
Lin Ze raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Why can't it be me?"
Meng Hao knew that he had made a mistake, and with all kinds of thoughts running through his mind, he said cautiously: "To you, the Confucian holy ritual vessel is of no great use. Can you return it to its original owner?"
Lin Ze just smiled and said nothing.
Meng Hao's heart skipped a beat, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I would like to exchange something with you. I wonder what you want, treasures from heaven and earth, or martial arts and martial arts?"
Lin Ze said calmly: "Let's make a deal. I want to know what is the situation of Confucianism now. If Confucianism is so powerful as you said, why did Zhou Qingchen and others die tragically for no reason?"
Meng Hao's expression changed slightly: "You want to pry into my Confucian secrets?"
Lin Ze said indifferently: "You can also choose not to say it."
Meng Hao was immediately caught in a dilemma. If he didn't say anything, he would obviously not be able to get the Book of Songs back. If he said it, he would be revealing his own secrets. It was really hard to make a choice.
Lin Ze glanced at Meng Hao indifferently, put the Book of Songs in his arms, turned around and left.
Meng Hao became anxious and shouted quickly: "Your Excellency, wait a moment."
"Have you thought about it?" Lin Ze asked without looking back.
Meng Hao gritted his teeth and said with a sudden thought: "I am willing to reveal some secrets to you. I only hope that you can abide by your promise and return the Book of Songs to me."
Lin Ze then turned around, found a place to sit cross-legged, and waited quietly for Meng Hao to speak.
Meng Hao sighed slightly and said, "Back then, the Confucian sage disappeared, and the disciples of the Confucian sage gradually started to have disputes because of their different ideas."
"Xun Kuang, Zigong, Yan Hui, Meng Ke and others all established their own schools, and their disciples refused to obey anyone. They claimed to be Confucian orthodox all day long and dismissed others as fallacies and heresies."
"After several twists and turns, this dispute finally ended with Xun Kuang running away, Zigongyan returning to seclusion, and Meng Ke succeeding the Confucian sage as the second generation of Confucian patriarch."
"After this change, many Confucian disciples who were at ease studying the classics became extremely disappointed with the semi-sages and left one after another, which led to the prosperity and decline of Confucianism and its gradual decline."
"Even if Ya Sheng Meng Ke succeeded to the throne, he could not retain them. Ya Sheng was deeply saddened by this and made a major decision to divert Confucianism."
"The Yasheng established a secluded academy in an unknown place to accommodate Confucian disciples who were willing to devote themselves to studying the classics of Confucian sages. He established the Jixia Academy in Qi State to accommodate Confucian disciples who debated Taoism."
"Before Yasheng left, he left a warning that the disciples of Jixia Academy are never allowed to enter the Hidden Academy. If the disciples of the Hidden Academy want to go out, they will be sent out by the master of the Academy after obtaining permission from the teacher. They will not be allowed to leave again.
Return."
"I happen to belong to the Hidden World Academy. Zhou Qingchen and others, as you mentioned, theoretically belong to the Jixia Academy lineage. According to the ancestral teachings, the Hidden World Academy is not allowed to interfere in foreign affairs, so no one took action."
"Even the fact that Emperor Qin burned books and harassed Confucian scholars was known to only the Palace Master and a few great Confucians in the Hidden Academy. I only learned about it after I was born."
So that was the case. Lin Ze nodded slightly and then asked: "If that's the case, why were you born again?"
Meng Hao paused for a moment after hearing this, with a trace of struggle on his face, and said helplessly: "Three months ago, Ya Sheng suddenly issued an edict, asking the Academy to send people to assist the True Emperor and create a new dynasty."
Lin Ze caught the key point at once: "You mean Meng Ke is still alive?"
Meng Hao's face turned red: "Of course our ancestors are still alive, otherwise how could we issue the edict?"
Ancestor? Lin Ze thought of Meng Hao's surname and immediately felt that it should be like this. Otherwise, why would Meng Hao control the Book of Songs?
"Do you know where they are hiding and how many there are?" Lin Ze asked.
Meng Hao thought for a while and said, "No one knows where they are or how many there are, but Xun Kuang, Zigong, Yan Hui and others must be alive in this world just like their ancestors."
Lin Ze swallowed his saliva and asked, "Do you know what state they are in?"
"Half Saint," Meng Hao replied naturally.
Lin Ze couldn't help but blush: "I have only heard of the Divine Soul Realm and the Immortal Realm of Heaven and Humans, but I don't know which realm the Half-Saint belongs to?"
Meng Hao looked at Lin Ze with a strange expression: "Since he is a semi-saint, he is naturally different from these realms, but I can't explain exactly what the difference is."
"How many powerful masters and above are there in the Hidden World Academy?" Lin Ze asked.
A hint of embarrassment appeared on Meng Hao's face as he said, "Except for the palace master and the two master-level masters, there is no one else in the academy."
Lin Ze nodded slightly, which clearly explained why the person sent to assist Liu Ji was Meng Hao, who was at the peak of the sixth level, and not at the Grand Master level. It turned out that Confucianism did not have many strong masters at the Grand Master level.
"The last question, what does the birth of a sage mean? Are Meng Ke and the others going to return?" Lin Ze asked.
At this time, Meng Hao had already smashed the jar and replied readily: "That's right, the ancestor not only said that he would assist the true emperor, but also hinted at this intention."
"Did you say how long it will take to return?" Lin Ze asked.
"Isn't it about the last question?" Meng Hao muttered, and seeing Lin Ze's face tightening, he immediately replied: "The Palace Master said that within a few years, the specific time will not be clear."
After hearing this, Lin Ze breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't now, otherwise Liu Ji wouldn't be able to defy heaven?
No, I have to kill Liu Ji before the Confucian sages come.
Meng Hao looked at Lin Ze and said cautiously: "Your Excellency asked me, and I answered them truthfully. Is it time for you to fulfill your promise?"
Lin Ze waved his hand and said: "Well, no problem, you can go."
Meng Hao's face froze and he said anxiously: "Didn't you promise to return the Book of Songs to me? Do you want to regret it?"
Lin Ze looked confused and said: "Who promised to give you the Book of Songs? I just want to make a deal and use your life in exchange for the secrets you know."
"Seeing that you are so cooperative, I will keep my promise and let you live. Is there any problem?"
Meng Hao looked blank, recalling every word Lin Ze said, it seemed as if he had never promised to return the Book of Songs to him.
However, Meng Hao was naturally unwilling to accept this result. He wanted to argue with Lin Ze, but found that Lin Ze had disappeared long ago.