Chapter seven hundred and ninety-ninth master Liu Ji
Pei County, in front of the county government office.
Liu Ji stood tall and straight, followed by Zhang Liang, Xiao He, Cao Shen and a group of Confucian scholars.
Twenty or thirty people crowded together, occupying both sides of the county government gate, but they deliberately left the road into the county government office open.
At three o'clock in the morning, Liu Ji, who had been waiting for nearly two hours, had sweat on his forehead. He turned his head slightly and asked in a low voice towards the white-haired Confucian scholar closest to him: "Sir, are you sure the Confucian sage will come to Peixian today?"
When the white-haired Confucian scholar heard this, he seemed to have been insulted and replied with a bad face: "How can I tell lies when a Confucian sage is traveling for such a big event?"
Liu Ji said with a stern look on his face: "I didn't say that Mr. Li was lying. It's just that I haven't seen the Confucian sage after waiting for a long time. Maybe Mr. Wang remembered it wrong."
The white-haired Confucian scholar's face became even more ugly, and he replied with a straight face: "I am only seventy years old, when I am strong and full of energy, how can I remember it wrong?"
"I didn't say that the Confucian sage would come to Pei County in the morning. It was Pei Gong himself who was eager to meet the Confucian sage and was waiting here eagerly early in the morning."
"We have only been waiting for two hours, are you impatient now? It seems that Pei Gong's intention to see the Confucian sage is not very sincere."
Liu Ji immediately replied with a serious look on his face: "Sir, what you said is wrong. I'm not impatient. I'm just a little impatient when I see the Confucian sage's eagerness."
"If I can wait for the Confucian sage, let alone two hours, even two days and two nights, I will never complain at all."
The white-haired Confucian scholar sneered in his heart. He was just about to turn back to Liu Ji, but before he could say anything, he suddenly looked into the distance, feeling a little lost.
Liu Ji followed the gaze of the white-haired Confucian scholar and happened to see a mighty man driving a simple carriage that exuded an elegant atmosphere, driving slowly down the street.
Without the need for others to remind him, Liu Ji suddenly realized that the person sitting in the carriage was none other than the legendary Confucian sage.
Liu Ji felt an unknown strength emerge from his body, and his blood boiled to the point where he became dizzy. He rushed to the carriage and bowed deeply: "Liu Ji, the younger generation, pays homage to the saint."
The speed is astonishing.
When Zhang Liang and others behind Liu Ji came to their senses and realized that they had to pull him, this scene had already happened.
The eyes of all the Confucian scholars looking at Liu Ji instantly became very unkind. In their opinion, Liu Ji dared to collide with the Confucian sage, which was an unforgivable crime.
If it weren't for the fact that the Confucian sage was present and hadn't spoken yet, these Confucian scholars would have rushed up and beat Liu Ji half to death as punishment.
The traveling carriage also stopped because Liu Ji "blocked the road."
The atmosphere in the venue also came to a standstill, and everyone did not even dare to take a breath. They stared at the carriage carefully, waiting for the Confucian sage to speak.
Fortunately, the Confucian sage in the carriage did not keep everyone waiting for too long, and responded quickly.
A white palm opened the carriage door curtain, and a tall old man stood on the carriage and said in a magnetic voice: "The Emperor of Destiny does not need to be polite."
When the Confucian scholars present saw the true face of the Confucian sage, they all bowed their heads and worshiped, saying loudly: "Disciple pays homage to the sage and teacher."
Confucius stood on the carriage, looked at the many Confucian scholars, and replied with a look of relief: "Everyone, please get up, there is no need to be polite."
Liu Ji stood up, stood aside, bowed again, stretched out his right hand and said, "Please come to the county government office to rest for a while, so that future generations and Confucian disciples can listen to the saint's teachings."
As soon as Liu Ji said these words, the way the Confucian scholars looked at him immediately improved a lot, because Liu Ji expressed their desire to listen to the teachings of the Confucian sage.
Confucius smiled heartily and said: "I have exactly what I mean. Please follow me in."
Many Confucian scholars and Liu Ji looked happy when they heard this. They had never expected that the Confucian sage could be so easy to talk to.
Just as they were stunned, the mighty man driving Confucius waved his horse whip lightly, and the carriage moved forward again, heading towards the Pei County government office.
Liu Ji and others followed closely behind.
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In the lobby of Peixian County Government, Confucius was sitting in the main seat, and the powerful man stood beside and behind him. Liu Ji and others stood in order in the lobby, with respectful expressions on their faces, waiting for him to speak.
Confucius said in a low voice: "I am starting this study tour from Lu. I plan to go east to Jiaodong, Qi, and then all the way to the west to teach what I have learned to the people of the world."
"Since we have arrived in Pei County today, it is no exception. How about I tell you a piece of Confucian scripture?"
Everyone shouted in unison: "I would like to listen to the teachings of the saint."
Confucius stroked his beard, which was more than a foot long, and recited a piece of Confucian classic in a cadence.
I don’t know if the classics taught by Confucius are really fascinating, or if everyone is intoxicated with themselves.
In the entire hall, except for Confucius who was talking about the classics, everyone closed their eyes and seemed to be swimming in the ocean of knowledge.
Liu Ji, who usually felt a faint headache when reading books, had a look of satisfaction on his face, as if he had gained a lot.
"...If his body is upright, he will not do what he is told; if his body is not upright, he will not do what he is told."
After Confucius said the last sentence, everyone was still immersed in enlightenment and couldn't extricate themselves.
After a few breaths, the mighty man next to Confucius woke up from his epiphany and sighed: "Every time I listen to the teacher's sermon, I gain something. The teacher's teachings are really bottomless."
Confucius smiled and said nothing.
A quarter of an hour later, Liu Ji was the first to come to his senses and immediately paid homage to Confucius: "Thank you, saint, for preaching."
"Shh~" The mighty man pointed at the other people who were still immersed in their thoughts and motioned Liu Ji to lower his voice.
If other people get this kind of hint, they may shut up and stand aside without saying anything.
But Liu Ji was a very cautious person, so he stepped forward lightly on tiptoes, squatted down in front of Confucius, and looked at him with glistening eyes.
The mighty man's face darkened, and he immediately wanted to drive Liu Ji away, but Confucius smiled and asked: "The Emperor of Destiny has something that needs my help?"
Liu Ji bowed head first and said: "The saint is wise, and I do have a merciless request from the younger generation. I hope the saint can help me."
"Oh, tell me," Confucius said with kind eyes.
An embarrassed smile appeared on Liu Ji's face and he said: "To be honest with you, Saint, a few years ago, I was forced to rely on secret techniques to advance to the sixth level of martial arts. Over the past few years, I have not made any progress in my cultivation."
"With a sixth-grade cultivation level, as an ordinary person, I would recognize him. But now I am praised by everyone as the Emperor of Destiny. If my cultivation level is too low, I might not be able to convince everyone."
"I want to seek help from a saint to eliminate the hidden dangers in my body and give my descendants a chance to make further progress."
After Liu Ji finished speaking, he looked at Confucius anxiously, waiting for the other party to take action.
But Kong Qiu shook his head and said: "The secret method you used to advance to the sixth level of martial arts is harmful to Tianhe. The hidden dangers are hidden deep in the blood. It is not easy to completely eliminate it."
"Of course, this level of difficulty is not a problem for me. However, if I take action and eliminate all hidden dangers, you will soon be useless if you don't die."
Liu Ji looked unwilling when he heard this, and said dejectedly: "Dare I ask the saint, can I only stay at the peak of the sixth grade in my martial arts path in this life?"
Kong Qiu shook his head: "Of course not. If you want to break through to the master realm, it won't be difficult."
Liu Ji looked surprised and said: "Didn't the sage just say that it is difficult to eliminate hidden dangers in the lower body?"
Confucius chuckled lightly and asked, "Then I ask you, what is the relationship between eliminating the hidden dangers in your body and your promotion to the master realm?"
Liu Ji was stunned for a moment, then said with a look of ecstasy on his face: "The sage is saying that I don't have to eliminate hidden dangers to be promoted to the rank of Grandmaster?"
Confucius shook his head: "That's not true. The hidden dangers in your body must be eliminated as much as possible."
Liu Ji knelt on the ground with a pop, touched his head to the ground and said, "Please ask the saint to help me."
Confucius tilted his head slightly and said to the powerful man on the side: "Zilu, I'll leave this matter to you."
"Promise", the mighty Han Zizilu responded, took a step forward, and injected a stream of the most refined and pure power of heaven and earth into Liu Ji's body.
The sound of Liu Ji's bones rattling in the air was heard, and traces of black blood slowly seeped out from his hair, forming bloody scabs.
Liu Ji, the person involved in this horrific scene, not only did not feel pain, but felt very comfortable.
As time passed, this comfortable feeling became stronger and stronger, as if it was about to spurt out.
A quarter of an hour later, a thunder exploded in Liu Ji's mind, and a spiritual thought was generated, which meant that he had officially entered the master realm.
"Thank you to the saint and these seniors for your help."
Liu Ji didn't even bother to consolidate his realm and thanked him immediately.
Confucius chuckled and said, "No need to be polite. Now that the matter is over, I won't stay any longer. Let's go, Zilu."
Zi Lu quickly walked out of the lobby and drove the carriage over.
Confucius declined Liu Ji's offer to stay and returned to the carriage.
Liu Jili stood at the door and watched helplessly as the carriage rose into the air and disappeared in the air.
When Kong Qiu disappeared completely, Liu Ji suddenly discovered that the sun was setting outside.
Liu Ji looked at the people in the hall who were still comprehending, with a look of sigh on his face: He just preached a passage of scripture, but it could make people pass by for several hours without realizing it. The power of a saint is not to be taken lightly.
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In the air, Zilu was slightly confused and asked: "Why does the teacher want to interfere with other people's martial arts? Then Liu Ji's qualifications are so poor that he should not be within the scope of the teacher's help."
Confucius replied calmly: "Everything in the world has cause and effect. If you don't help Liu Ji today, how can you have the nerve to block his luck in the future?"