After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 633 Confucianism

What he was holding in his hand was also a somewhat worn-out book, the yellowed book was somewhat damaged, but from the remaining pages, Shen Qingyi seemed to see a personal name.

The palm imprint also suddenly calmed down at this moment, but Shen Qingyi seemed to feel the sadness spreading from Zhu Sheng's body.

A gust of wind blows.

"Crash! Crash! Crash!"

The pages of the book were blown by the wind, and one page after another was opened.

Almost all the names were drawn with horizontal lines.

The sadness grew stronger.

The pages of the book were flipping faster and faster, and the densely packed names almost occupied the entire huge book.

And when those names flashed by, they became another name.

Obviously the speed was very fast, but Shen Qingyi seemed to see every name clearly.

So much so that when the word "Mu Qing" appeared again, Shen Qingyi couldn't help but suffocate.

When several names recorded in the world of cultivating immortals appeared one after another, Shen Qingyi seemed to understand something.

"Oh!"

Shen Qingyi bowed down to that person and the book.

"Junior Shen Qingyi from the Pankong Realm, I have met all the seniors."

The wind stopped abruptly, and the pages of the book stopped turning.

On the page where it stopped, the word "Jingshan" appeared in Mu's eyes.

When he saw those two words, Shen Qing couldn't help but froze.

Jingshan...

Her previous teacher was also named Jing Shan.

The teacher said that the name Jingshan was given to him by himself.

He said, "There is too much suffering in the world, and there is too much helplessness. The world is like a melting pot. Everyone in the world is forging. Some people are the luckiest thing to be alive, and some people are suffering all their lives. They try their best to survive, because only living Only when you go down can you see the dawn... I am not talented, I hope that all kinds of suffering will add to the world, and this world will be prosperous again..."

At that time, she and the other students were half confused, but she probably knew the teacher's "sentimentality" from the jokes of some other teachers.

"It's a prosperous age now! Everyone has something to do, and the people live and work in peace and contentment! Everything is safe and happy! Why does Jingshan make such absurd wish again?"

Jing Shanmu's smile was like the spring breeze in March, gentle but wanton.

"teacher……"

Shen Qingyi couldn't help muttering to himself.

"You are?"

An old voice came from the wind, and Shen Qing suddenly looked around.

But found that at some point, there were countless translucent people like her standing beside her.

Those people looked at her with some doubts, following their gazes, Shen Qing suddenly looked at the place where she was kneeling.

The half-kneeling person there was gone, Shen Qing only saw a pair of crescent-white boots, and moved his gaze upwards.

She found a person standing in front of her kneeling at the moment.

"You little baby, don't you want to worship Shen Ru as your teacher? Shen Ru doesn't accept disciples! Right! Hahaha!"

The other people couldn't help laughing when they heard the words.

The wanton hearty laughter around made Shen Qingyi look at the Shen Ru they were talking about again.

The old man was dressed in a light blue Confucian robe, with a figure like bamboo, exuding an air of elegance.

A pair of eyes, bright and clear, wise and loving.

Shen Ru stretched out a hand, and gently helped Shen Qingyi who was kneeling on the ground.

"What's your name?"

"Junior...junior..."

what is her name?In a daze, Shen Qingyi wanted to speak, but seemed to have forgotten his own name.

"Hahaha! Look at the little baby! You even forgot your own name?! If you want to come here today, don't you want Mr. Shen to give you a name? Hahaha!"

The corner of Shen Ru's mouth smiled lightly.

"Little baby, where are you from?"

Shen Qing blurted out.

"The younger generation came from the prosperous age."

Shen Qingyi's words made the surrounding voices stop suddenly.

"Prosperity? What prosperity?"

"Is there such a place in Floating Ten Thousand Territories?"

"There are so many places in the floating world, three thousand big worlds, three thousand medium worlds, and three thousand small worlds. There are many places you don't know!"

Shen Ru didn't seem to have heard of this place either.

"Prosperity? Which region does it belong to?"

Shen Qingyi didn't know which region it belonged to.But she knew that after she came to the realm of cultivating immortals, the first place she entered was the Pankong realm.

"Pankong Realm."

"Yo! Pankong Realm! Little baby! You are so courageous! Shen Ru was born in Pankong Realm! Is there a place in Pankong Realm that he doesn't know?"

Shen Ru recalled that he didn't need to think too much about how familiar he was with the Pankong Realm. He was familiar with every piece of land in the Pankong Realm from birth to ascension to the Three Thousand Great World, and when he took over the Pankong Realm.

Even mortal mainland villages, he has an impression.

After all, watching that place grow a little bit every day, watching it grow, can you not be familiar with it?
But there has never been a piece of land called Shengshi.

And why did the place get its name for such no reason?

What does prosperity mean?
"Prosperous Age? Not good, the homonym of life and death. This name is not well chosen."

"No! Prosperity refers to the prosperity of that world! It is the beautiful world that the world longs for!"

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other.

Shen Ru frowned slightly, and after careful consideration, Mu smiled.

"It's kind of interesting."

"You said that you came from a prosperous age. Although I have never heard of a prosperous age, nor have I seen a prosperous age, but this world is so big, I have not been sanctified, and it is not surprising that there are things I have never heard of! You... tell me today 'Prosperous Age', I am a name for you."

"Do you have a last name?"

"The junior's surname is Shen."

"Oh, that's a coincidence!"

The smile in Shen Ru's eyes was even bigger.

"Since your surname is Shen, I'll call you Qingyi, Qingjing Chunyi, Shen Qingyi."

Shen Qingyi...

Under the sun, above the mountains and rivers, on the top of Lingyun.

"Qingyi, you don't practice Confucianism well enough! Look at your hesitation when you draw your pen, you've ruined this good pen and ink..."

"Confucianists cultivate Confucianism, those who cultivate Confucianism cultivate their minds, and those who cultivate Confucianism cultivate not only Confucianism and Law, but also cultivate their minds. Only those who cultivate Confucianism and their minds are Confucianists!"

"Hahaha! You are quite talented, little doll..."

Although Shen Ru never accepted a disciple in his life, he seemed to be very kind to the little female cultivator who came from the prosperous age, and he wanted to pass it on.

The years were quiet and peaceful, Shen Qingyi stayed by Shen Ru's side for a full 100 years.

Shen Qingyi taught Confucianism with gusto, and Shen Qingyi learned it with style.

Shen Qingyi almost felt that everything before was probably just a dream, and after waking up from the dream, she was Shen Qingyi, the Shen Qingyi beside Shen Ru in this sea of ​​pavilions.

But the more relaxed and comfortable she was living like this, the more she lingered, and the uneasiness in her heart expanded little by little with the passage of time.

Until the sky hummed, she looked at those seniors who wore Confucian robes every day, and put on the gleaming battle armor one by one.

"The catastrophe is approaching, I have the intention of retreating from cowardice!"

She looked at Senior Zheng who hated beating and killing the most in the past, and rushed out.

The sky was blood red.

"Qingyi, I have never seen the prosperous age you mentioned, but you have seen the floating world of today..."

(End of this chapter)