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

Chapter 204 Dean Qin is not dead? ! !
The moonlight slowly fell on Zeng Anmin's face.

The solemnity on his face was further highlighted.

"suspended animation?"

Zeng Anmin murmured slowly.

There was a gleam of brilliance in his eyes.

"Or is it just a coincidence of names?"

Zeng Anmin was sitting cross-legged on his bed at this time.

His thoughts slowly emptied out.

At this moment, in his mind, the death of Dean Qin seemed to be inextricably linked to the death of a great scholar named Qin at the end of the Han Dynasty...

"What exactly is it?"

Zeng Anmin murmured.

"What evidence can we use to prove that Dean Qin, like the great scholar Qin Li back then, used some method to fake his death?"

He stroked his chin and began brainstorming.

One idea after another slowly emerged from his mind, and then was rejected by him.

at last.

After he eliminated all doubts.

His eyes calmed down.

"Pap~"

Zeng Anmin slowly sat up from the bed.

He came to the table.

There seemed to be a gleam of speculation in his eyes.

"Dean Qin, my father said that he is a descendant of a Confucian sage."

As he spoke, Zeng Anmin's mind moved slightly.

Reach out and gently stroke the table.

Many things in the preparation space appeared on the desktop.

There is the three-color spirit stone that I just got from Xuanzhensi.

There is a mysterious necklace obtained from Bai Ziqing.

There is also a handwritten letter obtained from Qin Wanyue.

He concentrated, stretched out his hand, and took the scroll of bamboo slips.

The bamboo slips in his hand exude an ancient and elegant aura.

Notes to Future Generations

Handwritten by a Confucian sage!

The moment it appeared in the house.

Zeng Anmin looked at it intently.

After a long while, he whispered softly:

"Qin Li, also surnamed Qin, could he also be a descendant of the Confucian sage?"

"Yes or no, it doesn't matter."

"The important thing is, Qin Li and Dean Qin, they both have one thing in common."

Having said that, his eyes looked sharply towards the table.

【Hongqi thirty-seventh year: Qin Li realized calligraphy.】

[In the 57th year of Hong Qi, he poured all his life's knowledge into calligraphy and compiled it into one scroll.]

[In the 60th year of Hong Qi, Qin Li passed away. In the same year, the Han Dynasty was destroyed.]

This is recorded in the Chronicles of Confucianism.

"Books are a way."

Zeng Anmin's eyes were extremely sharp.

"The Book of the Way..."

He murmured slowly:

"Both of them entered the Tao through books."

at that time.

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.

Bury some doubts in your heart.

He said thoughtfully:

"So, the "Little Questioning of the Heart" in the book should contain some secrets that I don't know."

"But in the world today, only Qin Yuan has entered the Dao through books, comprehended the meaning of books, and entered the realm of great Confucianism."

“So, even if I asked, no one knew.”

"Then I can only rely on myself to break through the small questioning of the book and comprehend the secrets within."

Thinking of this, he slowly stood up.

Getting ready to go back to bed.

However, just as he was about to take a step.

In the dark night.

However, her eyes accidentally met the "Handwriting of the Confucian Sage" on the table and the black necklace obtained from Bai Ziqing.

hum! ! !
At this moment, his eyes, the Confucian saint's handwriting on the table, and the white necklace.

There seemed to be some mysterious connection between the three!
next moment.

He felt a stream of fresh air suddenly flash through his eyes.

If you watch from the side.

You can see that his pair of phoenix eyes are now surrounded by countless rich golden spiritual lights.

In the darkness, those eyes were like two bright lights, illuminating the entire room.

"what happened??"

Zeng Anmin was filled with horror.

This was a situation he had never encountered before.

"Om~"

There seemed to be a whisper from the horizon in my ears.

This strange voice rang in Zeng Anmin's ears.

The two golden lights in his eyes were like rays, shooting towards the table! !
"Shhh!!"

in his eyes.

The bamboo scroll on the table suddenly untied its own string.

Slowly unfold from the table.

"Chirp!!"

next moment.

A ray of light that was impossible to dodge shone out from the handwriting of the Confucian saint.

Straight into Zeng Anmin's eyes.

His body trembled violently.

cold……

Hot...

Two completely different feelings came from every part of the body.

Unlike every part of the body...

It’s more like the soul is engulfed by these two feelings!

next moment.

His eyes closed directly.

But he seemed to "see" another picture!
In a cozy little house.

The baby was born.

Finally, the baby's clear eyes looked at all the strange things in the world with curiosity.

Zeng Anmin felt as if he was floating in the sky.

From an outsider's perspective, I watch the changes in this world.

He saw the baby grow up slowly.

One year, two years...

Babies begin to read under the guidance of adults.

When he was sixteen years old, he entered the academy and was accepted as a disciple.

At this time, the baby has grown into a teenager.

The young man stayed in the academy for three days, and gained enlightenment and entered the Confucianism!

Just one year later.

The young man was promoted to the seventh rank! He opened up the Purple Palace!
Another three years passed.

The boy has grown into a young man.

He was promoted to the sixth rank Confucian cultivator!
Moreover, the young man gained enlightenment very quickly.

In just half a year, he understood the meaning of "books".

However, due to the mysteries of the Purple Palace, he failed to advance...

But he is not discouraged.

Follow the steps and slowly gain enlightenment.

After another three years, the young man mastered the three arts of a gentleman, and only then did he successfully condense the Dharma image and enter the fifth level.

In the same year, an evil spirit committed evil deeds.

This evil spirit is extremely difficult to deal with, and many monks have been defeated by its tremendous resentment.

Despite his family's objections, the boy resolutely embarked on a journey to subdue the evil spirit.

Under his purple righteous energy, the evil spirit only lasted for less than a moment before dissipating between heaven and earth.

After the ghast is destroyed.

The boy became completely famous throughout the country!

Many years later.

The teenager is improving steadily.

Time is like a sea of ​​changes.

The young boy looked very vicissitudes of life.

He entered middle age, then middle-age, and slowly began to grow grey hair.

He actually became the first Confucian practitioner to enter the first level of Confucianism after the Confucian Sage! !
That year, there was war.

The border demon king is causing trouble.

He still had the same determined look as when he killed the evil spirit that year.

Still alone, going to the border! !
This battle.

The Wan Yao Mountain was ravaged beyond recognition.

Zeng Anmin's perspective is still in the sky.

He was like a TV viewer who could only watch from the air.

He couldn't move.

He couldn't even close his eyes. He could only watch the boy's life in the picture.

He could only watch.

The man in the picture is fighting against the Demon King.

After the battle, the Demon King was seriously injured.

The boy returned to his hometown.

The boy seemed to know that he was going to die.

He looked toward the border.

It seems like he has made up his mind.

An Ran closed her eyes.

A deserted night.

He sat upright on his simple bed, motionless.

An imperceptible green aura slowly condensed.

Countless purple rays of righteous energy surged out from his body and gathered in the air.

The green aura transformed into a butterfly.

The butterfly fluttered its wings slightly.

Heading into the distance.

All that was left was a body that had shriveled up like a dead tree.

The skin also seemed to be rotten and extremely dry.

……

Zeng Anmin followed the butterfly's perspective in a daze, watching it fly across endless mountains and rivers.

Fly into the Wan Yao Mountains.

In a corner where no one knows.

Fly into the back of a demon king's head!

Afterwards, the demon king's eyes changed from being ignorant to being as mature as that young man's.

The body is no longer the same body.

The eyes are not the same eyes as before.

But the meaning of that gaze.

Zeng Anmin could tell at a glance that it was that young man! !

The young man transformed into a demon king and lurked for some time.

Finally, he came before the seriously injured Demon King.

He used the last move of his life.

The Demon King dies.

The young man died.

Countless people remembered the boy's name.

However, they didn't know that the Demon King didn't die suddenly, but died at the hands of that young man.

Second Saint.

This is the name the boy left for future generations.

…………

I don’t know how long it took.

Zeng Anmin slowly opened his eyes.

He stared at the desk in a daze.

The Confucian saint's handwriting is still quietly placed on the table.

There were no signs of it having been opened.

Everything in the room.

It was still the same as before, no one had moved it.

But Zeng Anmin's eyes at this moment burst into an extremely sharp light! !
He seemed to understand something!!

"First, it's you."

Zeng Anmin walked slowly towards the table.

He reached out and took the necklace that Bai Ziqing had found for him on the table.

There was a gleam in his eyes.

"That day, with the help of my golden finger, I successively comprehended the six arts and successfully entered the fifth rank."

"When the golden finger time was about to run out, I looked at the necklace again!"

"I seemed to have learned something from this necklace, but I never had any reaction since that day, so I temporarily forgot about it."

Speaking of it.

"But today, the golden light in my eyes... is definitely not righteousness."

"I can say responsibly that the golden light and the faint sound of "Om" in my ear have absolutely nothing to do with the righteous spirit of Confucianism!"

"It's more like the Buddha's light in the legend..."

"That is to say, this necklace has indeed brought me benefits, but I have not yet discovered how to fully utilize these benefits."

“But it was also the golden light that this necklace gave my eyes that made me react to the Confucian sage’s handwriting, and thus I could glimpse a little of the secret of the Confucian sage’s handwriting.”

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.

I have great respect for you in my heart.

He had just seen the life of the second sage through the handwriting of the Confucian sage.

The most important thing is his life as a sub-sage.

I also saw clues that overlap with Dean Qin! !
"The appearance of a corpse!"

Zeng Anmin's voice echoed deeply in his own room.

"When the sub-sage turned into a butterfly and left, the corpse he left behind was exactly the same as the way Qin Yuan died!!!"

There was an intense light flashing in Zeng Anmin's eyes.

Is there such a coincidence in this world?

"I knew something was wrong! When Dean Qin died, his body decayed too quickly..."

In his heart, he had already guessed something.

Qin Yuan might not be dead!

He probably also mastered the art of transforming into a butterfly and possessed the body of a demon king in the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain...

"So, Dean Qin took the initiative to die together with Bi Xuan that day in order to create a perfect fake death and then hide in the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain?"

Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched.

"Good good!"

After he figured out these nodes.

"I was saying, how could Dad be willing to sacrifice Qin Yuan just for a victory in Bifeng Valley?"

"They're both so well that they can almost wear the same pants."

"It turns out there is a deeper plan!"

After thinking about this, Zeng Anmin felt a little insomniac.

Inexplicable.

Zeng Anmin breathed a sigh of relief.

I felt relieved.

Maybe it’s because his dad is not what he imagined.

An old yin coin who will do anything to achieve his goal.

"I want to tell Wanyue this good news!"

Zeng Anmin unconsciously stretched his lips into a barely perceptible smile.

"No."

His brows knitted together slightly.

"Dean Qin and my father have been planning for so long just to create the feeling that Dean Qin is really dead."

"If Wanyue knew that her father was not dead, then her daily behavior would most likely reveal a flaw."

"If the enemy notices this and takes precautions in advance, then wouldn't the plan of my father and Dean Qin be in vain?"

"So, not only can I not tell Wanyue, I also have to be careful myself."

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.

He inexplicably felt that the guilt he felt towards Sister Qin had intensified.

"Alas, it is the most difficult to accept the kindness of a beautiful woman."

Zeng Anmin came to the table helplessly.

He looked at the bamboo scroll on the table.

He sighed slowly.

The thought moved slightly.

Handwritten by a Confucian sage.

White necklace.

And the three-colored spirit stones were all stored in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"What other secrets are there in the Confucian sage's handwriting?"

"Back then, in Liangjiang County."

"My father clearly said that the secret he discovered in the Confucian Sage's handwriting is that the Dragon Map is the secret of the fifth Heavenly Dao Map."

"But what I saw in the handwriting of the Confucian sage today was the life of the second sage."

and many more! !
Zeng Anmin, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked deeply in the direction of his father's yard.

"Dad only said that he had discovered the secret of the Dragon Map in the handwriting of the Confucian Sage."

"But then he said that the rest of the things in the Confucian sage's handwriting could not be told to me!"

"You don't even let me ask..."

His eyes sparkled with brilliance, and he murmured slowly in the room:

"Dad feels as guilty as I do in the Confucian Sage's handwriting. Is this the secret of the sub-sage turning into a butterfly?"

"And if Dad knew the secret of Kanlongtu a long time ago, he didn't tell me the truth that day!"

"Just to hide his plan..."

"Hi~"

Zeng Anmin took a breath of cold air.

For a moment, all the details from the time the father and son came to Beijing to the present day emerged in his mind bit by bit.

"After discovering the secret of the Confucian saint's handwriting, my father and Master Xu's plan had a feasible direction."

"Then my father and I went to the capital... Dad's political enemies, from King Qi to Ren Wei, fell at an incredibly fast speed!"

"If all this was instigated by Master Xu..."

Zeng Anmin pursed his lips.

He said nothing.

But it feels like everything seems to be traceable.

(End of this chapter)