I am Huanglong, the favorite of the Honghuang group

Chapter 237 Confucius
On the prehistoric land, eight steeds galloped past.

Huanglong was sitting on the carriage, with a cup of tea quietly placed on the coffee table, exuding a tangy fragrance, no matter how fast the steed horse galloped, the tea on the table would not spill a bit, wearing a Taoist robe that was elegant and dust-free, looking at the surrounding scenery, the expression in his eyes There seems to be poetry and distance in it.

After leaving Chongshan, Huanglong asked Ran Deng to take Qingxu and Daoxing back to Kunlun.

He himself did not travel back through the space immediately.

Instead, he was pulled by the eight-horse chariot and slowly ran back to Kunlun.

——It’s not easy to have eight BMWs. If you don’t pull them out for a walk, what do you need a luxury car for?
Of course, that's definitely not the case on the surface.

Now the Dao of Taoism is passed down, and the heavenly immortals are everywhere.

He, Huang Long, as the inspector of the Great Spirit, supervises the conduct of the disciples under his sect, and he has a duty to do so.

Therefore, I went to inspect the world and punish the lawless.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to stop the magical use of space, but chose to take the eight-horse carriage.

Huanglong has already thought up the promotional words.

——He, Huanglong, is willing to walk slowly for Taoism.

No, I have a new car, so I want to pull it out to show off.

This kind of inspection lasts for decades.

The days are also colorful.

Especially when the world is relatively primitive.

Therefore, there is always some springtime on the roadside, in the fields, by the small river, in some inaccessible places.

There are even some cross-species ones, all of whom are not acting recklessly, but just want to be reckless heroes.

Huanglong can only lament the simple and primitive nature of the world.

One day, a black wind was seen blowing in the distance, and a black tiger could be vaguely seen in the black wind.

Huanglong's eyes were slightly focused, and he saw a group of [-] or [-]-year-old boys farming ten thousand miles away in the land swept by the black wind. He suddenly sensed the terrifying demonic power of the black tiger, and his face immediately turned pale, revealing a look of panic.

The human race has strong understanding, but weak strength, and has become the hunting target of all races.

It is also a problem that Huanglong needs to solve urgently now, because the real big clan knows something about the human race, and dare not really do it.

However, the vast majority of the prehistoric people are small clans, not even clans. They are ignorant and fearless, and have no plans for the future. They eat as soon as they see it. This is the biggest problem with the expansion of the human race at present.

Just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly heard a roar.

Among the human tribes, a nine-foot-tall man who looked like a hill jumped up, and punched the tiger on the head. There was a loud sound in the air, and the air vibrated, and the black tiger fell to the ground with one punch. , the deep pit exploded, and he yelled angrily: "You beast, you want to hurt my human race? It's not easy for you to practice. If you lose your way and know your way back, quickly go back to the mountain to clean up and accumulate merits. I can spare your life, otherwise today will be yours!" time of death."

"Bah! What is a human race? It's just delicious blood food. All my races can eat it at will. This black servant just took advantage of it and dared to be complacent. This king will eat you alive!"

The black tiger was knocked down by the black man, fell to the ground, and ate a mouthful of mud, but it was not afraid, instead, it looked angry, and immediately roared, and a gust of wind with a strong stench blew up, Scrape straight towards the black man.

Huang Long didn't make a move either, this black tiger was a real immortal, and this black man was also a real immortal, they were just as good as each other, just for the younger generation to practice their skills.

It's best if you can figure it out yourself.

"Stubborn, dead wood is hard to carve."

Hearing the words, the black man's face was serious, a majestic aura suddenly emanated from him, and a little spiritual light surged on the top of his head, arousing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, converging on his body, awe-inspiring and righteous.

The black tiger was blowing violently, powerful and domineering, but it was difficult to shake that aura.

"Shut up!"

A stern light flashed in the black man's eyes, he shouted angrily, and the whole body turned into golden chains, heading towards the black tiger.

Heihu finally showed a frightened expression, he never expected that this black man would have such abilities, he fled immediately, and the surrounding air was surging.

The cloud follows the dragon and the wind follows the tiger.

Driving the wind is the talent of the tiger clan.

As long as you move your mind, you can take advantage of the wind to escape thousands of miles away.

"The wind stops!"

Hei Han suddenly shouted again, with some inexplicable stalwart force, the violent wind blowing around Hei Hu stopped uncontrollably.

Immediately the chain vibrated, like golden dragons tightly restraining the black tiger, and at the same time locked the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, the black tiger's monster power was immediately blocked, like a common man, fell to the ground, wailed again and again, and begged for mercy: "I was wrong, let me go!" After leaving me, I will never dare again.”

"You have no future." The black man was disdainful when he heard the words, a ball of spiritual power surged in his hand, turned into a sword, he chopped down with one sword, the tiger's head fell, and he was killed immediately, simply and neatly.

The rest of the frightened human race were overjoyed when they saw the black man successfully beheading the black tiger and cheered again and again.

"It's nothing, there's an extra meal in the evening, everyone eats tiger meat." The black man shouted excitedly.

Hearing that, everyone was even more joyful, lifted the black man high, threw it into the sky, and shouted "Kong Qiu" and "Kong Qiu~"

On the Eight Horses carriage, Huang Long originally had a gentle smile on his face, watching the younger generation's battle indifferently.

Until he heard the word Kong Qiu, the smile on his face froze immediately, he pinched his fingers and calculated without thinking. In the end, luck was prosperous, fate was uncertain, elusive, and he couldn't figure out the answer.

But not being able to figure out the answer is sometimes an answer in itself.

Confucius!

The famous Confucius.

Founder of Confucianism.

He advocated teaching without distinction, and pioneered private lectures.

Although his proposition was not realized during his lifetime, after his death, Confucianism became the final winner among the schools of thought.

It is more realistic than the ideal Mohism, more gentle than the strict Legalism, and more positive than the inaction Taoism.

It cannot be said that he is superior to the other hundred schools of thought, but it is the most suitable Chinese way of governing the world.

After Han Wu deposed a hundred schools of thought and respected Confucianism alone, all schools of thought returned to Confucianism.

It has reached the terrifying point where all literati are Confucian scholars, and they call themselves disciples of saints.

The sky does not give birth to Zhongni, and eternity is like a long night.

Whether it is worshiping him, praising him as the most holy teacher, or loathing him, belittling him and oppressing humanity, we have to admit that in the history of Chinese culture, he stands at the first place.

Among the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, the status of Buddhism and Taoism has changed from time to time, but Confucianism has always maintained its position and has never gone down.

After confirming that Wu Yunxian is Mozi, Huang Long also intends to investigate to see if he can find representatives of other schools of thought.

Just a search, nothing came up, so I gave up.

Unexpectedly, I met one here, and he was the best one among all the scholars.

But who can tell me why Confucius is like this?
He is nine feet tall, with big arms and round waist, with a thick back and waist, tearing tigers and leopards apart.

You say his Zhang Fei, people believe it!

Huang Long tried his best to confuse the appearance of the big man in front of him with the image of the bent over, kind-faced, polite grandfather in his mind, in the elementary school textbooks.

This should not really turn the Analects of Confucius into a language.

(End of this chapter)