Bei Mingzi.

A person from the same period as Guiguzi.

He is also the ancestor of Taoism. Being able to survive until now can show his terrifying strength, which is definitely not inferior to Guiguzi. "Master, what's the will of Emperor Zhou?"

Hearing Bei Mingzi's words, Chi Songzi and the others' expressions were full of surprise.

when.

Do they actually need to obey the orders of Zhou State?

"Since thousands of years ago, my Taoism has been advancing and retreating with Zhou. In name, my Taoism is even more of a subordinate of Zhou. This is the teaching of our ancestors, Chisong, Xiaoyao, Xiaomeng, you must remember it."

Bei Mingzi said to the three of them.

"Pupils remember."

The three of them looked and replied in unison.

"Xiaomeng, you go to Zhou State and immediately."

Bei Mingzi said to Xiaomeng.

"yes."

Xiaomeng nodded, moved toward Zhou State, and her body directly turned into a light that disappeared.

Watching Xiaomeng leave.

Bei Mingzi nodded slightly.

"So many years have passed, and my Taoist farce is over."

"The two sects of heaven and man will no longer exist, and only Taoism can be unified."

Bei Mingzi said to Chi Songzi and the others again.

"Disciple follows the teacher's order."

The two of them replied respectfully.

"kindness."

Bei Mingzi nodded, said nothing more, and flashed his body and left the void.

"Give me a visit to the ancestor."

All Taoist disciples also shouted respectfully.

Taoism.

But he has the appearance of his heyday.

at the same time.

Confucianism.

Little Saint-Sage Village.

Unlike the Taoist scenes where the sword immortals are misty and the aura of immortals is full of immortals, in this small sage village, all kinds of books are spreading, and there is a sound of reading.

The Confucian righteousness and vast literary spirit appeared on the void of the villa.

Let evil spirits not dare to invade, and all evil spirits not dare to invade.

Inside this villa.

All Confucian disciples hold books and recite Confucian classics. Their literary spirit is shocking and complement each other. The Confucian literary principles they have understood.

The scholar's aura floats between the void.

But the most central part of these Confucian disciples is two figures sitting.

The literary spirit they possess seems to have reached the extreme of the villa.

They are the second of the three leaders of this little sage.

One is Yan Lu, the other is Zhang Liang.

They are all Confucian figures like carrying tripods.

"Second junior brother, third junior brother."

"Come to the back hall to speak."

Just as the sound of Confucian and Taoist calligraphy drifted, it suddenly came, and a misty sound suddenly came from the center of the villa.

The voice is a little old, but full of energy.

Hearing sound.

All Confucian disciples are filled with awe and strong yearning.

Because the owner of this voice is the head of Confucianism, the real leader of Confucianism, Fu Nian.

"Today's teaching ends here, and all the disciples study and study."

Yan Lu said loudly.

"The student honors the second head of the sect."

All Confucian disciples shouted in unison.

"Stern Junior Brother, let's go and meet the eldest senior brother."

Then.

Yan Lu said to Zhang Liang beside him.

Look at this Zhang Liang.

He is very handsome and handsome, and very young.

But if it still operates as before in the world process, Zhang Liang will be destined to create an unforgettable era.

But with the arrival of the Han Dynasty, perhaps that era will not appear again.

"kindness."

Zhang Liang nodded and said, "The eldest brother has been in seclusion and understanding the classics. Now that he suddenly comes out of seclusion, something big must have happened."

"Walk."

"You will know when you go to see the eldest brother."

Yan Lu said.

He turned into a ray of light and headed towards the depths of the villa.

Zhang Liang followed closely behind.

Deep in the villa.

In a pavilion full of poetry and painting.

A man who looked middle-aged and had a strong aura of a martial artist was sitting in it.

Unbelievable.

The old voice just now came from his mouth.

"Senior Brother."

After Yan Lu and Zhang Liang arrived, they bowed and bowed.

"Sit down."

Fu Nian spoke slowly.

The two of them did not refuse and sat on the stone bench in the pavilion.

Then he looked at Fu Nian in confusion.

"Are you curious about why I came out of seclusion?"

Fu Nian smiled slightly.

"The eldest brother has always been in seclusion to understand the classics, but my Confucianism has always been in a state of evasion. It seems that there is nothing in the world that can disturb the eldest brother, right?"

Zhang Liang looked at Fu Nian and asked.

"Zifang, you are right. If it is a common thing, you may not have to disturb me, nor do you have to disturb me. But this time, maybe I, Confucianism, will be relieved of seclusion." Fu Nian said quietly.

"Senior Brother, today's complexity, and according to the rumors in the world, in the near future, the world will be unified and the war that swept the world will begin. It may not be a good time for my Confucianism to eliminate the world at this moment." Yan Lu said in surprise.

"indeed."

"The world has been collapsed for thousands of years, and now time may be about to be unified, but this time, my Confucianism has to leave the gate."

"Because the Zhou emperor sent an edict, my Confucianism has to respect him."

Fu Nian said very seriously, and when he mentioned Emperor Zhou, there was a sense of awe in his eyes.

Confucianism.
To be continued...