Zongwu: Kill the prince? !I break the gate of heaven with one sword

Chapter 99 Confucian saint statues, wrong and right
Outside the bamboo forest.

Xu Liang'an looked back at the bamboo forest for the last time, and then bursts of powerful aura emanated from his body, all of which submerged in the bamboo forest.

Although Senior Li had completely disappeared in this world, Xu Liang'an still didn't want anyone to disturb his peaceful resting place.

And after doing all this, he seemed to have a heart move, and his figure disappeared from the bamboo forest in an instant, and when he reappeared, it was already the place where the sages of Shangyin Academy were displayed.

Looking at the statue of Zhang Fuyao, the first Confucian saint in the middle, Xu Liang'an was startled for a moment, and then directly bowed deeply to the statue in the manner of a disciple.

"Junior Xu Liang'an, I have met senior Confucian saints."

The breeze picked up.

But it didn't blow on Xu Liangan's body, but directly into his heart.

The next moment he heard a voice as gentle as jade coming from his ear: "Stand up straight."

Although this voice was extremely soft, it seemed to possess a very powerful magic power, which made Xu Liangan straighten his spine involuntarily.

"Scholars don't worship heaven and earth, don't worship people, only worship the truth in their own hearts."

The voice came again.

There were no too many pleasantries, and there was no grudge between reality and fantasy. It was more like an ordinary teacher's teaching to his students.

And Xu Liang'an didn't feel any discomfort with this feeling, and also just took everything for granted.

"Dare to ask, sir, you..."

Xu Liang'an didn't finish his sentence directly, but looked at Zhang Fuyao's statue with strong doubts in his eyes.

Because even with his current strength, he still can't tell whether the "Zhang Fuyao" who speaks in the statue is a "spirit" that has been enshrined by the students of the academy for a long time, or the Confucian sage himself. A wisp of remnant soul in this statue.

"You're right, but not quite right."

Xu Liang'an was startled, the other party was able to detect his thoughts directly?
"Don't panic. Only when you're thinking about me can I vaguely sense some of your thoughts, and I won't know your secrets."

The voice of "Zhang Fuyao" resounded loudly, Xu Liang'an always felt that the other party's words revealed an evil taste, but he didn't care too much in his heart, since the senior said whether or not, he still believed it.

"As for me……"

The voice sounded again.

"After he became a saint, the students of the academy created me, but he also left a part of his 'truth' on me, plus the beliefs of the students of the academy for hundreds of years The influx of power made me who I am today."

Having said that, his voice suddenly paused.

"So, it can be said that I am him, but I am not completely him, but I am completely derived from him."

What he said was vague and mysterious, but Xu Liang'an still understood his meaning more or less.

And he didn't care too much whether the senior in front of him was Zhang Fuyao, the first Confucian saint, or just his clone or the carrier of incense.

"You're an interesting kid."

The statue's voice sounded again, only this time with a slight smile.

"Although I am young, there are three religions in my body at the same time. It seems that I really can't keep up with your young people's practice."

When he said this, Xu Liang'an felt a little embarrassed. After all, the reason why his integration of the three religions made such rapid progress was more or less due to the Confucian luck that was forcibly intercepted on Guniu Jiang before. Relationship.

So at this time, when the statue senior was half-joking about this matter, Xu Liang'an felt somewhat like a child being taught a lesson by a teacher after doing something wrong.

"You shouldn't have such thoughts."

The statue smiled cheerfully.

"Although I'm not him, I'm the person who knows him best in this world. If it's really not what he wants, do you think Confucian luck can be retained by anyone at will?"

heard.

Xu Liang'an was taken aback.

Is it...

In fact, did senior Zhang Fuyao intend to leave that luck to him?In vain, he always thought it was the luck that he forcibly withheld.

In fact, this is the simplest truth. It is the luck returned to the world by the first generation of Confucian saints. How can others take it away if they want?

After figuring this joint out, Xu Liang'an couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Could it be that the legendary authority is obsessed with onlookers?" In fact, this is indeed what he should have thought of.

"Hehe, people in the world are often confused by things that happen to them. Isn't that the purpose of reading? To understand the world through reading, to help us introspect, and to help us see the essence of everything , otherwise what is the point of reading?"

Xu Liang'an was deeply convinced.

For so many years in Beiliang Palace, what he has to do almost every day is to read. There are things he wants to read, Xu Weixiong asks him to read, and Li Yishan asks him to read.

Although many of the contents were not of his strong will, they actually allowed him to read a lot of truths and gave him a clearer understanding of the world he lived in.

It is precisely because of this that he has laid a good foundation for his state of mind. Otherwise, even if there is a system, he will definitely be affected by the sudden increase in strength.

So although he always said that he is not a pure scholar, but as Zhang Fuyao's statue said, reading has indeed helped him a lot.

"I heard everything you said to that boy Nian Cang in the bamboo forest before. As for his leaving, you don't need to think too much."

"senior……"

The statue's words interrupted Xu Liang'an's thoughts, but he really didn't expect that his senior knew everything that happened in the bamboo forest.

"Hehe, as long as it's in the academy, everything can't be hidden from my eyes." After saying this, for the first time, there was a sense of nostalgia in the tone of the Confucian saint statue: "At the beginning, I After the birth of spiritual wisdom, he accepted Xiao Niancang as his last disciple."

"I remember, after bringing Xiao Niancang back to the academy that day, he came over and chatted with me for a long time! He even danced and danced from time to time."

"This is the first time in my memory that I have seen him so happy since I gave birth to my own idea."

"And the only time."

The statue Zhang Fuyao didn't care about Xu Liang'an either, just kept talking there by himself.

"He smiled and said that Xiao Niancang's kind of reading seed is hard to come across even in a thousand years, and then cried and said that this thief is jealous of talents every day, but he just doesn't give Xiao Niancang the talent of cultivation..."

"It was also later that the two of us joined forces to arrange for Xiao Niancang the bamboo forest that could seize the good fortune of the world, and built that thatched hut for Xiao Niancang to live there alone."

"For so many years, although Xiao Niancang survived by relying on the bamboo forest, neither he nor I have ever visited Xiao Niancang once."

"We don't know whether we did it right or wrong..."

(End of this chapter)