Spiritual energy resurgence? My former empress wife has also revived!

The capital's airport is heavily guarded.

A passenger plane landed in a mysterious area inaccessible to ordinary people.

The capital airport is also home to many wealthy individuals' private jets. These wealthy individuals always use special channels when boarding and do not meet with ordinary people.

This airport is now a private airport reserved for top leaders, and even the wealthy cannot enter it.

In the past, special planes that needed to fly abroad for diplomatic purposes would take off from here.

A whole convoy of vehicles waited at the foot of the landing steps.

Staff members dressed in suits and wearing in-ear headphones were waiting beside the car.

Although these people were wearing suits, their appearance and demeanor, as well as their heavy yet sharp temperament, revealed them to be soldiers.

Qin Zijun and her group disembarked from the plane, the car door opened, and they filed in.

As the car doors closed, the driver and co-driver at the front of the convoy communicated through their earpieces, planned the route, and the convoy silently departed.

Sitting in the limousine, Ms. Jiang sighed softly: "They were even planning to clear the area outright, but I said no need, it's too much trouble."

As an empress, she naturally needs a grand display.

But that was during important sacrificial rites or state affairs.

She prefers to keep a low profile when traveling privately.

Qin Zijun also chuckled.

The so-called clearing of the area was actually to prevent assassinations or similar incidents, since too much traffic was dangerous.

But how could Miss Jiang, who was once a Taiqing Realm expert and is now a top expert in the Outer Realm, possibly be afraid of this?

Wang Shu sat next to Qin Zijun, looking curiously at the modern and bustling scenery outside through the one-way glass window.

Even though she was once the Moon Goddess of the Taiqing Realm, and even though she once lived in the Moon Palace in the heavens, in terms of the prosperity and splendor of the mortal world, modern society far surpasses the immortal era.

Perhaps the creations of ordinary people in modern society cannot compare to the grandeur and magnificence of those created by Taoist practitioners, but they still possess their own beauty and wisdom.

Hearing what Miss Jiang said, Wang Shu pursed her lips.

Hmph, even when the Moon Goddess was invincible and dominated the Eastern Emperor Realm, he wasn't as arrogant as you.

Wang Shu pondered what she had done back then.

It seems... she probably teaches her disciples to sing, dance, and play musical instruments every day in the Moon Palace.

Back then, Wang Shu would often sneak off from Taiyin Star and disguise herself as an ordinary person to go to the market to buy vegetables.

The Moon Palace is a female-only sect, and no men are allowed to enter.

With her, a Taiqing Realm expert, in charge, no one dares to come looking for death.

She lived a very low-key life for ten thousand years, practically invisible compared to the Empress's extravagant displays.

Wang Shu felt a pang of nostalgia when she thought of the Moon Palace.

After all, they were all disciples she had taught, and everyone had been doing elegant things in the Moon Palace. Wang Shu even formed the Moon Palace Song and Dance Troupe, and would have her disciples perform large-scale song and dance performances whenever they had free time.

Yesterday, Wang Shu saw the "HengX Dance Troupe" on the music record.

Compared to her "Moon Palace Dance Troupe", all other "HengX Dance Troupe" are utterly pathetic.

Her Moon Palace disciples, which one of them isn't a peerless beauty, which one of them isn't aloof and noble female immortal? Any one of them would be a fairy pursued by countless men in the cultivation world.

Ah, if only those disciples could be reincarnated too, then the God could form a dance troupe again this month. This time, I personally led the dance, and the young master was dazzled!

Wang Shuxin was indignant about Miss Jiang's pomp and circumstance.

Lou Guanxue, however, remained calm.

Is that all? Compared to the Primordial Great Luo Sect back then, it's not even worth a hair.

Even if Empress Jiang's Great Yan Dynasty were compared to my Yuanshi Daluo Sect, it would be like comparing a rural mortal realm to a celestial palace.

Lou Guanxue also fell into reminiscence.

That year, the place where the Yuanshi Daluo Sect was located was called "Yuanshi Daluo Tian" by the world. It was the highest holy land in the four realms, and the name of the sect leader "Donghuang Taiyi" was already on par with "Tian" (heaven).

Countless peerless geniuses from the four realms would fight tooth and nail to reach the 'Primordial Great Luo Heaven' and meet that supreme being in the Zixiao Palace.

At that time,

Three thousand of the world's most outstanding talents, regardless of whether they belonged to Taoism, Buddhism, Demonism, or Monsterism, gathered together and knelt in the Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao.

As the master's personal disciple, Lou Guanxue knelt at the very front, not far from the master.

Those three thousand cultivators were the patriarchs of all cultivators in later generations; it is no exaggeration to say that it was a gathering of "ten thousand immortals paying homage".

All three thousand cultivators who saw Lou Guanxue would respectfully address her as Senior Sister.

If I calculate it that way, I am also the ancestor of all cultivators in the world.

Alas, the world is going to the dogs these days, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be.

Even this "Moon Goddess" dares to call me "Little Snow," and this Empress dares to call me "Viewing Snow"!

None of you call me Master Lou!

Lou Guanxue sighed deeply.

Although it's said that a true hero doesn't dwell on past glories, she's a woman, not a hero, so let's talk about those days more.

Everyone had their own thoughts, and before long the convoy arrived at a scenic spot in the suburbs of the capital.

Here,

It's not far from the modern headquarters of the Yuanshi Daluo Sect.

Miss Jiang arranged for that Confucian sage to be here, probably because she was afraid that if something really happened, Master Xuanwei of the Yuanshi Daluo Sect would be able to personally take action.

"This nursing home has always been used by the elderly residents of the high-rise buildings for their retirement, and some of them are the parents and elders of the high-rise buildings who live here for various reasons."

Miss Jiang casually gave Qin Zijun a brief introduction to the history of the nursing home.

After undergoing rigorous screening, the group entered the nursing home and got off the bus.

A group of people, led by Qin Zijun, walked unhurriedly toward a courtyard.

Along the way, you can also see many security personnel, including monks from the management bureau.

These people all bowed to Miss Jiang. They looked at Lou Guanxue and Wang Shu with a mixture of amazement and shock, while their eyes were filled with doubt and suspicion when they looked at Qin Zijun.

"Could that man beside the Empress be the legendary Empress's husband?"

"That must be it. Besides the Empress's husband, who else could make the Empress smile and accompany her like this?"

"I'm so envious. Apart from being handsome, he looks quite ordinary. How did he win the Empress's favor?"

"That's called being handsome? That's called being too handsome!"

"That's not the point. The point is, those accompanying the Empress are a sword immortal, and that fairy... she... she's the Moon Goddess, isn't she?"

These people were completely dumbfounded.

The three peerless female immortals standing together were simply vying for beauty.

They were all incredibly beautiful, the kind of women men could only dream of.

Qin Zijun, who was chatting and laughing with the three of them, immediately became the target of everyone's criticism.

Is it because he's the Empress's husband that he can communicate with fairies like the Sword Immortal and the Moon Goddess? I'm so envious!

Qin Zijun and the others naturally didn't care about these idle gossips.

The four of them walked through a small garden and soon heard a clear, melodious voice reading aloud coming from ahead:

Confucius said: "A gentleman does not seek to be full when he eats, nor does he seek comfort when he dwells..."

"Teacher Zhu, I have a question." It was the voice of an elderly person who couldn't speak clearly. The voice sounded a bit senile, like that of a child.

"Ask away."

The schoolteacher said in a kind tone.

"Teacher Zhu, what does 'eat without seeking fullness' mean?"

"This means that one should not strive to eat until one is full; this is the way of the gentleman."

"That won't do, Teacher Zhu. I just ate two bowls of rice and a big chicken leg for lunch."

"Wow, Mr. Wang, you're something else! Your level is much higher than that of a gentleman, at least a chicken leg higher!" the schoolteacher suddenly said jokingly.

"Hahaha!"

"..."

Laughter from the elderly could be heard coming from inside the courtyard.

Qin Zijun, Miss Jiang, and the others arrived at the entrance of the courtyard.

Then, in the secluded courtyard, a man in his late fifties, dressed in Confucian robes and with a refined appearance, was holding a book.

In front of the middle-aged man, a group of elderly people sat crookedly on benches, listening to his lecture.

It's winter now, and although it's cold outside, it's warm as springtime here, thanks to the protective array.

The middle-aged man in Confucian robes turned around slowly upon hearing footsteps.

He was thin, with slightly graying temples, and exuded an air of refined scholarly elegance.

Zhu Bailu saw the familiar Miss Jiang at first glance.

He met Miss Jiang once before being assigned to this place.

Even though this middle-aged scholar was under house arrest, he remained calm and composed when he saw the person who had imprisoned him. He was as still as a mountain, without any negative emotions in his heart, which shows that he had a very high level of mental cultivation.

He cupped his hands in greeting to Miss Jiang: "Greetings, Your Majesty."

Immediately, he casually glanced at the people beside him.

then,

He saw Qin Zijun.

Zhu Bailu's body trembled.

He looked surprised and uncertain, rubbed his eyes, and thought he was just seeing things.

Immediately afterwards, this former Confucian sage, who should have had no cultivation, suddenly exuded a powerful aura of righteousness and literary talent from his body!

This wasn't because Zhu Bailu was hiding his cultivation level, but because seeing Qin Zijun stirred his saintly heart!

He looked again beside Qin Zijun and saw the Moon Goddess, and his body trembled once more.

That's right, this... isn't this the first ancestor of my Confucianism, who descended to the State of Chu, founded Confucianism and Legalism, established teachings, toured the world, and was revered by all the sages?

The person next to him is Wang Shu, the moon goddess who is worshipped and sacrificed as the ancestor of Confucianism, and is the origin of the Moon Gazing Festival, the most important festival in Confucianism!

This scholar, who had been calm and composed before, could no longer control himself and excitedly jogged forward.

He stood motionless in front of Qin Zijun, his eyes wide with disbelief.

suddenly,

With tears streaming down his face, Zhu Bailu straightened his sleeves, knelt down, and performed a full prostration: "Student Zhu Bailu pays respects to the First Sage!"

Qin Zijun asked with a smile, "You can recognize me?"

Zhu Bailu was, after all, a Confucian sage who cultivated his mind. Even when his heart was in turmoil, he remained unmoved.

"The student once saw the jade statue of the sage. The jade statue has remained intact for 200,000 years and the sage is sculpted to be lifelike."

"In later generations, every Confucian disciple must make a vow before the image of the sage before practicing, so that the image of the sage can be transformed into a mental image and be imprinted in their heart forever."

"Even if I had mistaken my parents, I would never have mistaken a sage!"

Zhu Bailu then made another humorous joke.

Wang Shu stood to the side, chest out and head held high.

That jade statue took her two thousand years to carve!

At the same time, she also carved a jade statue of herself and placed it next to Qin Zijun's jade statue.

That's why Zhu Bailu was able to recognize Qin Zijun and Wang Shu at a glance.

Qin Zijun reached out to help him up: "Get up. For a Confucian sage from two hundred thousand years later to perform such a grand ceremony shows that the Confucian tradition has not been broken and the flame of knowledge has not been extinguished."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Bailu's eyes suddenly reddened.

He bowed again, then stood up and wiped his eyes.

The elderly people who had been taught by Zhu Bailu all stared at this side with their mouths agape, their mouths barely touching the ground.

The old man who had mentioned the chicken leg earlier suddenly stood up and knelt down before Qin Zijun, just like Zhu Bailu.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Bailu clapped his hands and laughed heartily, "This child is teachable!"

The magistrate kowtowed forcefully to Qin Zijun, shouting, "Greetings, you beast!"

All sounds are silent.

Miss Jiang turned her head and looked at the birdcage hanging on the branch beside her, seemingly studying what kind of bird was inside.

Lou Guanxue quickly covered her mouth, suppressing her laughter.

Wang Shu burst out laughing, only to be glared at by Qin Zijun.

He looked at the old man, waved his hand forcefully, and shouted angrily, "You're hopeless!"