"So, you have to think carefully about how to use this ability."
"Of course, this Confucian robe also has a certain protective function. Although it is not very powerful, at least it will not be easily shattered by the aftermath of your usual fights."
"Besides, good fairy treasures have the ability to repair themselves, and so does it! From now on, my little junior brother will no longer have to worry about being naked and fighting with others!"
As he spoke, Wuyazi laughed heartily and seemed to be in a very good mood.
It was a rare opportunity to tease me, which made me blush.
However, it also felt extremely cordial. This is a feeling that can only exist between very close senior brothers.
After his introduction, I was naturally very satisfied with this gown.
It is a fairy treasure after all! Although all the additional attributes may seem ordinary, they are all necessary for me!
"I will call you Qitian Pao from now on, it just matches my Qitian Sword." I thought happily, and then bowed deeply to Wu Yazi: "Thank you, senior brother!"
"Hahaha, why are we so polite among our senior brothers? One day, when you can refine the fairy treasure yourself, you may not like what I gave you, senior brother!"
"Practice hard! If we carry forward our lineage as soon as possible, it will be worthy of our senior brother's hard work." He said.
"Senior brother is right!" I nodded repeatedly, looking at his smile and listening to his earnest teachings, I was deeply moved.
"Senior brother, won't you ask me about my past?" I asked suddenly.
In fact, I have been surprised by this for a long time!
In my original thought, when we first met, he should ask me clearly about my origins. This is only human nature.
However, until now, Wuyazi has not mentioned a word.
"Why ask?" he asked, still smiling, as if this was an extremely common thing.
"Our Confucian sect emphasizes teaching without discrimination and never asks about the past of our disciples!" Wu Yazi said proudly, his words containing unparalleled and powerful self-confidence.
His answer made me stunned for a while. Although I had known this Confucian creed for a long time, it was the first time that it really happened to me, and I felt different after all.
Unfortunately, I was still worried about how to introduce my past along the way. I always felt that it would not be good to tell the whole story.
But if you cheat, apart from feeling uneasy, you may not be able to hide it from an ancestor like Wu Yazi who has lived for who knows how many years.
Even though he is so kind to me now, I don't think he is like this on weekdays, let alone how he behaves in front of others.
"What are you thinking, little junior brother?" He asked with concern after seeing me dazed for a while.
"Oh...it's nothing. I just suddenly felt that my previous understanding of our Confucian sect was not profound enough, and I felt a little ashamed in front of my senior brothers!" I said in a lonely voice, with a sense of relief and peace in my words.
The taste of enlightenment.
"Hahaha, we are junior brothers, don't worry about it! Junior brother is just entering Confucianism for the first time and has little experience. Naturally, he will not care about these details in the future."
"Besides, if you stick to small things all day long, how can you reach the big road?"
His last words were like thunder that kept exploding in my heart, and like meteors streaking across the night sky, illuminating eternity in an instant.
At this moment, my whole body became excited, as if I realized where I had wasted my time in the past.
"Am I too stuck on details?" I asked myself, while looking at the confident Wu Yazi in front of me, I felt that there was a strong contrast between the two of us.
But although I was shocked inside, I still didn't want to admit that I was wrong. I always felt that this was just a staged understanding.
After all, we can't expect a child to see the world from an adult's perspective, because neither his actual height nor his mental maturity meet this requirement.
At this moment, I suddenly remembered the way to make money that I heard from a friend in the real world.
He said: Small money relies on tactics, big money relies on strategy, and old money relies on general trends!
At that time, I felt that it made so much sense, it was so shocking that it struck my ears like thunder!
However, his next words were like a bucket of cold water, completely extinguishing my enthusiasm.
He said: But losing money is always inexplicable!
That moment caused a strong resonance in my heart, didn't it? We understand a lot of truths, but in the end we still can't live our lives well!
Just like at this moment, although I am lamenting Wuyazi's high vision and lamenting that I am too particular about details, I am still obsessed with details and can't help myself, including these complicated thoughts.
Always reasoning, always convincing myself, always trying to find a reasonable explanation for everything.
"Is this also my way?" I didn't know. I was at a loss in my heart. I seemed to understand but not understand, and I seemed to understand but not realize.
"You understand!" Suddenly, Wu Yazi's voice came, as far away as across a sea of stars.
"I don't understand..." I shook my head and sighed.
"You can say you don't understand, but you already understand in your heart! When one day you are willing to admit that you understand, you will be completely enlightened!" he said, with a wise light shining in his eyes.
I raised my head and looked at Wuyazi in front of me in astonishment, as if I had met him for the first time.
At this moment, the caring brother disappeared, replaced by a strict teacher, a guide who could always break through the fog.
"Thank you, senior brother!" I cupped my hands and thanked him again.
This time, Wu Yazi did not delay, he just stood there quietly, looked at me and smiled, and accepted my bow calmly.
In the end, I have no memory of how I walked out of his cave.
I just remember that when I came to my senses again, I was already standing on the platform outside Wuyazi Cave.
It was already daylight outside, and sitting beside the chessboard in front of me was a person, a strange middle-aged Confucian scholar.
He has a fair face and no beard, and a calm body. He looks calm and intimidating, and exudes a strong aura that only comes from someone who has been in a high position all year round.
When he saw me coming out, he stood up quickly and bowed in a very pious manner: "I'm Yan Yuan, Tian is the dean of Qitian Academy, and I pay my respects to my junior uncle!"
"Master, please get up quickly!" After hearing his introduction, I hurriedly helped him up.
Although I am now nominally the second most powerful person among Qi Tianshu and more than ten thousand people, I still know how incompetent I am.
I believe the saying from the bottom of my heart: "If virtue is not matched, there will be disaster."
"You can't do it, you can't do it, my uncle will hurt me!" Yan Yuancheng said in fear.
His reaction was beyond my expectation.
Ordinarily, I just gave him a hand, but why was his reaction so strong?
Seeing that my expression seemed to have changed, Yan Yuan smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Junior, I'm going to get up right now. Why don't you just get up?" (To be continued)