My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 157 Dad Teaches Me the Way of Confucianism and Taoism

"In fact, although I have been in the Imperial College during this period, I have also discovered many suspicious points."

Zeng Anmin began to tell his father what he knew little by little.

Until he finished saying, "The fourth prince is most likely the child in Concubine Xi's womb."

Then a "click" sound was heard.

The wooden sword in Dad's hand fell to the ground.

Suddenly, Dad raised his head and looked around the yard.

He heaved a sigh of relief after not seeing any servants.

His eyes were extremely serious:

"Does anyone else know what you are talking about?"

Zeng Anmin quickly patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Dad. Apart from you and me, only Bai Ziqing knows about this."

"Ah."

Dad narrowed his eyes.

He pondered for a while.

Standing quietly in the same place.

After a long while, he slowly turned his head and looked at Zeng Anmin:
"Bai Ziqing..."

There was a hint of depth in the voice:
"This boy is ostentatious, has a worrying character, and has little intelligence..."

Uh.

Zeng Anmin felt like laughing.

He really didn't expect that Bai Ziqing had such an evaluation in his father's heart.

Especially the "little mind"

Doesn't that mean Bai Ziqing is a fool?

"It's okay, Dad. Don't worry. I'll take care of him. There won't be any problems with Bai Ziqing."

Zeng Anmin patted his chest.

"Ah."

Dad has always been confident in his eldest son.

"Oh, by the way, Dad, you said that I haven't practiced the Confucian and Taoist method of controlling qi..."

There was a gleam of desire in Zeng Anmin's eyes.

He had personally seen his father and Qin Shoucheng practice Confucianism.

That feeling of righteousness and integrity is unforgettable.

"Ah."

Listen to what Zeng Anmin said here.

Dad's expression also turned serious.

He turned around, looked at Zeng Anmin, and sat down in front of Zeng Anmin.

Afterwards, there was no sign of any movement from my father.

Then he felt an extreme pressure suddenly erupting from his father's body.

Zeng Anmin felt a sudden tightness in his chest.

His face turned pale.

"Ah."

I saw that my father had a solemn face.

next moment.

A ten-foot-long Dharma image stood above the old man’s head.

The Dharma image was glowing with an extremely strong and majestic green aura.

The appearance of the Dharma is exactly the same as that of my father.

Behind the Dharma image, a huge scepter is suspended in the air.

at the same time.

The space around seemed to be boiling.

Zeng Anmin had a vague feeling that if he dared to make the slightest unusual movement.

The huge Dharma image in front of you will cast unparalleled power upon you!

"Boom, boom, boom."

Zeng Anmin's heart was pounding.

"This is……"

He looked up at the image of the Dharma in a daze.

"The pressure from the third level of Confucianism and Taoism."

Dad looked at Zeng Anmin indifferently and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After saying this, he slowly put away his Dharma image.

"And then? Is there any connection between this and Yu Haoran's righteousness method?"

Zeng Anmin looked at his father expectantly.

"No." Dad shook his head: "Just to let you feel it."

……

Zeng Anmin felt like he couldn't hold back the urge to curse.

But unfortunately, the person sitting opposite me was my dad.

You can’t let people laugh at your filial piety.

"Do you know why the righteousness will only have an impact on the human race after reaching the sixth rank?"

The old man's mouth corners slowly curled up and he looked at Zeng Anmin and asked.

Zeng Anmin looked up at his father with confusion in his eyes.

Dad looked into the distance, then lowered his head and smiled:
"Confucianism and Taoism were created by Confucian saints specifically for the evil spirits and strange laws of the demon race. It is the most perfect system since the birth of the human race."

Uh.

Come on.

People in every system will say that their system is the most perfect.

Although Zeng Anmin was complaining in his heart, he still looked serious on the surface.

"It is because of Confucianism that the human race was able to survive the fierce attack of the demon race and fight back."

Dad raised his head slowly, his eyes flickering with admiration and remembrance.

"The Confucian sage was able to understand the Way of Heaven, and he burned his blood and energy in exchange for a chance of sudden enlightenment."

"It was this sudden realization that gave the human race the Confucian way."

"It's just that the demon race is a remnant of the ancient times, and they are blessed with unique advantages. Even though the human race at that time had already passed down the martial arts, they were no match for the demon race at the same level."

The old man sighed: "So the Confucian saints can only give up more other powers in the process of enlightenment to strengthen their control over the evil spirits of the demon race."

"This is also why the righteousness of Confucianism and Taoism has little impact on the human race at the lower and middle third ranks."

Zeng Anmin nodded thoughtfully.

Then he frowned and looked at his father and said, "But Dad, aren't you in the upper third level? Back in Liangjiang County..."

“The choices are different.”

Dad didn't wait for Zeng Anmin to finish his words. He said calmly:
"The fourth-rank Confucianism is called the Great Confucianism, and is also called the Great Questioner of the Heart by us Confucianists and Taoists."

"It's more accurate to say that it's a choice."

There was an inexplicable meaning in the old man's eyes: "What I have chosen is the ultimate restraint on the demon race."

"So, you are just like the Confucian saints back then, with a heroic heart to save the world?!"

Zeng Anmin's face was full of admiration.

I heard what my eldest son said.

The corners of Dad's mouth curled up unconsciously, his hand slowly stroked his beard, and his eyes became smiling.

Then his expression turned extremely serious and he looked towards Zeng Anmin:
"But when you have reached the greatest level of self-reflection, do not try to be a father."

Zeng Anmin frowned and asked, "Why?"

"Too tired."

The old man waved his hand somewhat disinterestedly without explaining. He just looked at Zeng Anmin more seriously and said:

"Always remember, after you have examined your conscience, choose the path of checks and balances."

“Well…”

Zeng Anmin didn't understand why his father was so serious.

But he still suppressed his doubts and secretly kept the matter in mind.

"Now, your father will tell you about the fifth-grade Confucian and Taoist Qi control method."

When Dad heard Zeng Anmin agreed, his expression improved slightly.

He looked at Zeng Anmin very seriously and said:

"At the sixth level, only one skill, "Examining the Heart," can interfere with a person's spirit."

"But when you reach the fifth level, you can condense your Dharma image and use more offensive methods."

"And all these offensive methods are inseparable from one thing."

After hearing this, Zeng Anmin nodded thoughtfully and asked with narrowed eyes:

"Comprehend one of the six arts of a gentleman?"

"Of course."

"Each of the six arts of a gentleman has a different way of attacking."

The old man looked forward and said, "Back in Liangjiang County, Qin Shoucheng summoned his Dharma image to suppress the fish monster, revealing the word "Zhen" from the Dao of "Books."

"Take the art of calligraphy as an example. In addition to the ability to suppress demons with words, there is also the ability to nourish the spirit with words. The reason why the fifth level is called the Small Questioning of the Heart is because each of these six arts has different branches of attack and attack behind it."

Dad tried to be as detailed as possible.

Zeng Anmin also listened very carefully.

"Give me a simple example."

Dad stretched out his hand and moved his mind slightly.

A green jade scepter emitting aura of oppression appeared on his fingertips.

This jade scepter also represents that the six arts that my father practiced is "control".

(End of this chapter)