Da Shang southern border.

Between the mountains and rivers.

A carriage was parked under the flower trees, and the horse was eating grass leisurely, and the scene looked very peaceful.

Not far away, two old men were making fires and cooking there, looking very embarrassed.

On the side, a young man wearing a Confucian robe and carrying an ancient sword also seemed a little helpless and didn't know how to help.

The three of them are the Confucian leaders of the Confucian school, the old and legal Confucian school, and the second contemporary disciple of the Confucian school, Wen Xiu Confucian school.

Obviously, none of the three of them had any experience in making fires and cooking. Perhaps, the Rushou did a little while when he was young, but he had never personally tried it for a thousand years and had forgotten everything.

"Bang!"

In a panic, I don’t know which old man accidentally overturned the iron pot on the fire, turned over the whole pot of water, and directly put out the bonfire below.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

The two old men looked at each other for a long time, and couldn't help laughing.

On the side, Wen Xiuru wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and she felt very uncomfortable.

Who would have thought that in the eyes of disciples, the Confucian leader and the Confucian leader, who are omnipotent in the eyes of their disciples, can even make a basic fire and cook.

Of course, neither will he.

It’s okay for Confucian disciples to eliminate demons and protect the way. There are not many people who know about life.

"I had known that I would have called Xiao Wangyu over."

The old Faru looked at the messy situation in front of him and said with emotion, "He is better at this kind of thing."

"The responsibility of forgetting words is not here."

Confucius turned over the iron pot on the fire and handed it to the child beside him, saying with a gentle expression, "Xiangru, go get some water."

"good."

Wen Xiuru took the iron pot and walked quickly to the river not far away to fetch water.

"The character of Cultivating Confucianism is really urgent."

Opposite the fire, Faru looked at his second disciple and sighed, "Although the Confucian school does not fight, there are indeed not many people like him who have no desires or desires."

"Everyone has his own choice, and he cannot be forced."

Confucius said calmly, "The Confucian character is born like this, not fighting or robbing, but not deliberately avoiding his own responsibilities. This is enough."

"As a teacher, you will always have the intention of hoping that your son will become a dragon, and you want your disciples to be more promising."

The Fashu sighed softly and responded, "Cultivating Confucianism is no worse than his senior brother. There are very few praises and recognitions he has gained. He is not in a hurry, and I, a master, are anxious."

"It's useless to be anxious."

Confucius smiled and said, "The child must be willing to fight for it himself."

"The head of Confucianism, the master of the master."

While the two were talking, Wen Xiuru came back with half a pot of water and put it back on the fire.

"Xiangru, come out with us two old men, it will not affect your practice, right?" Confucius looked at the child in front of him and asked with a gentle expression.

"Not affecting."

Wen Xiuru shook his head gently and replied, "The disciple's cultivation has also reached a bottleneck period. If you come out and take a turn, you may have some unexpected surprises."

"The middle to late stages of the Five Realms is a big and small hurdle."

Confucius reminded, "Your generation has encountered a good time, and the cultivation speed is getting faster and faster. If it were the past, such cultivation speed would not be imagined."

The five realms that the Confucian cultivator entered last year are now in the middle stage of the five realms, and even have the opportunity to hit the late stage of the five realms, and the speed is really not that fast.

It seems that except for the Li boy, everyone's cultivation speed has been qualitatively improved.

"Trust the blessing of teaching Li."

Wen Xiuru chuckled and said, "With Nanling and his party, Teacher Li has really selflessly illuminated the world. It is still touching to think about it."

"I'm really worried when it comes to that little guy."

The Faru looked at the direction of the capital, his eyes slightly condensed, and he said, "Speaker of Confucianism, when I was in the Taixue Palace, I never dared to ask more, how much time does that little guy have to do?"

“More than a year.”

Confucius said the truth, "Actually, after he returned from the extreme north, he showed signs of exhaustion. It was not so easy to play with the gods. In the extreme north, the little guy paid too much. In addition, this time, in order to save the old man, he gave up half of his life and his body was on the verge of collapse."

That little guy was the real son of destiny. Although he had been denied, he did use his own actions to protect this world.

"One year?"

When the French and Confucians heard the answer from the Confucian leader, they were shocked and quickly reacted. They seemed to have thought of something and said in surprise, "There is such a big Li family behind him. Now, the royal family is becoming more and more hostile to the Li family. With that kid's personality, he will definitely not sit still and wait for death. There is only one year left, so he?"

"The sword goes to extremes."

Confucius said calmly, "This year, the Li family and the royal family will definitely decide the winner, or in other words, that little guy will do his best to eliminate all the threats from the Li family."

When the Fashu heard this, his heart was turbulent and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

"The royal family is not that easy to deal with."

Confucius looked at the direction of the northern capital and murmured softly, "The most benefited from the thousand-year-old foundation is the Great Merchant Royal Family, and that little guy must be very cautious."

At the same time.

Da Shang Palace, in Weiyang Palace.

The eldest princess Mu Xizi and Empress Changsun talked about some trivial matters, with a smile on her face, and her pale face became more and more pitiful.

Before the Ninth Princess grew up, the eldest princess Mu Xizi was always the number one beauty in the royal family of the Great Shang Dynasty. Her weakness in bed all year round gave people an indescribable pathological beauty.

"Your Highness the Princess."

Just when Mu Xizi and Empress Changsun had a great time talking, a servant walked over outside the hall quickly and reported, "Your Majesty asks you to go to Shou'an Hall."

"knew."

Mu Xizi responded with a calm expression, looked at the woman in front of him, and said softly, "Empress, Your Majesty summoned me, my sister will say goodbye first."

After saying that, Mu Xizi stood up and bowed, and walked outside.

"Mother Queen."

After the eldest princess left, Murong suppressed his emotions and said in a low voice, "My daughter always feels that this aunt is incomprehensible. She seems to be laughing forever, but she is so afraid that people can't get too close."

"Don't look at your aunt's current situation. At that time, Xizi had a very powerful martial arts talent."

Empress Changsun sighed softly and said, "It's a pity that after Xizi committed suicide by taking poison, the imperial physician had to disperse her cultivation in order to save her life and barely pulled her out of the gate of hell."

"Why did my aunt commit suicide by taking poison?" Murong asked in confusion.

"Because of love."

Empress Changsun whispered, "She fell in love with the person she shouldn't love the most."

"Who?" Murong asked in surprise.

"I can't say it, this is a taboo."

Empress Changsun responded with a complicated expression, "Xizi is also a pitiful person."
Chapter completed!