Chapter 1 The Right Way

The old man spoke lightly, but Yang Ming could only force a wry smile. "In the end, we still have to reason with them first, right..."

He had heard some stories about his teacher's younger days. Back then, his teacher was known for his decisive actions.

"You, ah, have picked up quite a bit of that pedantic air."

The old man glanced at his disciple, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes.

"Ming'er, you've read quite a bit of the classics, but some things are difficult for the sages to put on paper. In the end, you have to experience various inside stories yourself to understand them."

"What Teacher says is true, this disciple has taken it to heart."

Yang Ming was respectful.

"Taken it to heart, but not necessarily listen or do. Your stubborn nature is three parts similar to mine back then."

The old man knew his disciple's thoughts and only sighed, "You only know that Master Kong traveled around the kingdoms, his footprints all over the world, to educate all living beings. Wherever he went, he was followed by many, and even King Yu treated him with courtesy, but you don't know the various inside stories."

"Ah?"

Yang Ming's heart shook, and he couldn't help but look at his teacher. He was naturally extremely curious about the secrets of Master Kong.

"King Yu opened up a thousand mountains and flattened ten thousand rivers back then, his achievements were unparalleled throughout the ages. A spiritual yang rod suppressed the world, calmed the waves of the four seas, and he was a unique overlord throughout the ages. How easy is it to gain his courtesy?"

The old man glanced at his disciple, "If you want to reason with someone, the first thing you have to do is make them listen to your reasoning."

"Uh..."

Yang Ming was speechless. There was no refuting that.

"These years, you've learned how to reason with people. Next, follow me and learn how to make people listen to your reasoning."

As the old man spoke, he picked up the wine pot and poured two cups of warm wine, but his tone changed, "Alright, your teacher is a little tired. You may withdraw."

Yang Ming's heart was a little itchy, but he still straightened his clothes and respectfully retreated.

"Huanggan wine is made from spiritual oranges cultivated with the pure water of the four seas. Its quality is extremely high, its fragrance is superior, and even immortal wine cannot compare. It can be called a treasure in the mortal world. Although pork is common, the ancestral business is not bad, and it can also be served with wine..."

As the old man spoke, he picked up the front curtain and looked at the dim night in the wind and snow, leisurely saying, "Snow is falling in the night, and a guest comes from the east. Hospitable enough, hospitable enough."

The old man's voice was still sonorous, but he had a great touch in his heart.

He cultivated all his life, and his mind was clear. He could see what ordinary people could not see, and he could hear what ordinary people could not hear. At this time, he only felt that there seemed to be pure energy pervading the night.

The world was magnificent, like a high mountain in front of him. He couldn't see the details, only the outline, and there was already a sense of inviolability.

Who is coming?

Whoosh~

In the snowy night, there was a moment of commotion in the caravan, but they had to restrain themselves after hearing the old man speak.

Yang Ming was behind, looking out at the night.

He only saw a person coming from afar in the night. At first, he was extremely far away, and then in the blink of an eye, he had arrived with the wind and snow. In an instant, the curtain of the carriage had fallen.

With his eyesight, he couldn't even see the figure or face of the person, and he didn't even know if the person was human, ghost, demon, or monster.

In addition to being surprised, he was also a little worried: 'This person is so fast, he must have a background. If the teacher kills him, I'm afraid it will be another disaster...'

But since the teacher didn't speak, he didn't dare to step forward no matter how bold he was, so he had to suppress his worries and serve from afar.

"Good wine, good food, and good people too."

The wind stopped and the curtain fell. An Qisheng was already sitting opposite the old man. With a light sniff, he knew that the old man in front of him must be a gourmand. Although the wine and dishes in front of him were simple, they were all exquisite.

"Esteemed guest..."

When looking from afar, the old man's mind was clear and he seemed to be aware of something, but now that An Qisheng was sitting in front of him, this gaze made him suddenly feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

It wasn't that the person in front of him had an astonishing aura, but that a feeling that he couldn't explain arose in his heart.

Inevitably, one person sat down, and one person stood up.

The old man's carriage was pulled by strange beasts, and it was extremely long and large. When the old man stood up, the inside of the carriage seemed small again.

He was wearing cloth clothes with long sleeves, and after staring at An Qisheng for a moment, he bowed deeply, "I didn't know a great master was in front of me. Zeng San has been rude."

The small see the small, the great see the great.

What the rabbit demon saw was completely different from what Zeng San saw, so the former could be careless, while the latter had to be serious.

"An is here uninvited. I am the one who is being rude."

Seeing the old man being so solemn, An Qisheng shook his head and returned the salute.

Zeng San flashed to avoid it and also shook his head, "Without knowing the guest's identity, how dare I lightly accept the courtesy?"

An Qisheng didn't force it. The man was wearing a washed-white cloth robe, but his beard and hair were meticulous. He was obviously extremely upright. It would probably not be enough to keep declining all night with such a person.

The two sat down again, looking at each other, each with different thoughts in their hearts. They were speechless for a moment, which made Yang Ming, who was serving behind the carriage, a little anxious.

He couldn't wait to lift the curtain to take a look.

"Confucianism."

Looking at the old man, An Qisheng said to himself.

The old man in front of him was not the one with the highest cultivation level he had seen since coming to this world. He could not compare to the great demon Yuanmouren under the earth, nor could he compare to the sun-roaming god in the great sun.

But his mind was incomparably pure.

From hundreds of miles away, he could see that the sky here was pure, and all the grievances and Yin energy were swept away, and it lasted for a long time.

The man was like a huge magnetic field, extremely pure, repelling and purifying all kinds of different auras in the world.

And its root energy can also be called Confucian energy.

It was the most vigorous spiritual energy among the countless spiritual opportunities in the Earth Immortal Dao, second only to 'Dao, Buddha, God, Demon, Ghost, Evil'.

It should be known that the Earth Immortal Realm has existed for more than twelve thousand eras, and its years far exceed those of the Human Realm by ten thousand times. How much spiritual energy has been derived from the original spiritual energy over such a long period of time?

The Confucian lineage is far less ancient than the six paths, not even one ten-thousandth of their age. To be able to reach this point is already an extraordinary achievement.

But his emotions were far less than Zeng San's.

This great Confucian of the Confucian school, the only remaining one in Dong Sheng Zhou, and the one with the highest Confucian cultivation level here, can observe the aura of people and can judge the fate of a country.

He can even perceive some changes in the world in the dark.

But when he looked at this ordinary youth, who was a demon but had a human aura, he only felt a blank space in front of him, and he couldn't see anything.

The man was like a dragon, you could not see its head in front, nor its tail behind.

This kind of record clearly meant that the man's mind cultivation far surpassed his own.

But this was not the most surprising thing to him. The most surprising thing to him was that he discovered that his mind cultivation method seemed to be extremely compatible with the man in front of him.

But there was clearly no trace of Confucian energy on this person.

"The wine is still warm, but the dishes are about to get cold."

An Qisheng raised his wine glass.

The old man also came back to his senses, and all the distracting thoughts in his mind had been put away. He picked up his wine glass and drank with An Qisheng, "I have been a bit negligent."

The wine was extremely good.

The dishes were also extremely good.

They were all made from ordinary things, and the spiritual energy in them was just a seasoning. The purpose was to elevate the taste of the wine and dishes to the extreme.

Even An Qisheng, who had not eaten human food for a long time, couldn't help but nod and said, "Good wine, good food."

After the wine and dishes entered his mouth, Zeng San closed his eyes, chewing carefully and slowly savoring the flavor.

After a while, he put down his wine glass and chopsticks, "There are too many good things in the world, and this taste is the one that cannot be disappointed. People take food as their heaven, and it is indispensable. I can't bear to part with this taste, but I don't dare to be greedy. I only drink one sip of wine and three bites of food every day, no more and no less. I can't keep you company to your heart's content, but you can eat more."

"Heaven and earth are like a mouth, everything is in it. What does it matter if you eat more or less?"

An Qisheng didn't care.

He never cared about the desire for food. He had been able to eat extremely unpalatable medicinal cuisine for many years, but if there was something good, he would naturally eat it.

He hadn't eaten such delicious food for a long time, so he couldn't help but eat a few more bites.

The old man nodded and smiled without saying a word.

He never imposed his own rules on others unless it was necessary, and eating and drinking was obviously not necessary.

Being upright did not mean being inflexible, and being smooth did not mean being opportunistic.

Not long after, An Qisheng put down his chopsticks and saw the old man looking at him. He put down his intention, "I haven't been here long, but I have many doubts in my heart. You are a great Confucian of today, so you may be able to answer my doubts."

An Qisheng looked at the old man.

As far as he knew, the Confucian school was likely the only one that had not closed its mountains and doors, but this did not mean that the Confucian school had not suffered heavy losses.

The reason for this was that Confucian cultivators had difficulty exceeding the limits of mortal life.

In the Earth Immortal Realm, mortals only lived for three hundred years.

No matter how talented and brilliant they were, they could never threaten the order fixed for billions of years within this lifespan.

"I would like to hear the details."

Looking at the dishes on the table, Zeng San's index finger moved, as if he felt it was a pity that he hadn't finished eating. With a wave of his hand, the wine and dishes flew out of the window.

They fell into the hands of Yang Ming, who was serving behind the carriage.

Looking at the leftovers in his hands, Yang Ming couldn't help but smile bitterly. He still hadn't gotten used to his teacher's habits.

But there was nothing he could do. If the teacher had something to do, the disciple could only serve him.

"Does the history and legends of Dong Sheng Zhou have a break in their timeline?" An Qisheng went straight to the point and asked the doubts in his heart.

"Oh?"

Zeng San raised his eyebrows, a little moved, "You actually know that too?"

His heart was shaken. Seeing An Qisheng nod, he waved his sleeve, and an invisible aura covered the carriage before he said seriously, "There is indeed a break in the timeline..."

"When I was young, I liked to read, and I had some ability to remember everything I saw. I read a lot of books, hundreds of them. I only loved history and travelogues. At that time, I had similar doubts, and I have never forgotten them in the past two hundred years..."

Zeng San slowly recounted, immersed in his memories.

He had traveled to all the countries, and with his status, there were few miscellaneous books in the world that he could not see. But it was not until recent years that he discovered some clues.

"...I have visited ancient sites, and I have also visited immortal mountains and Buddhist temples, asking about demons and great monsters. I once saw a great demon who had survived from that era in a certain sealed place. After a brief conversation, he was extremely cooperative, knowing everything and saying everything.

But the words he uttered and the sounds he made, I could not see or hear..."

Zeng San's expression was solemn, and there was also a hint of awe:

"There must be an unknown existence that completely extracted the years from 30,000 years ago to 60,000 years ago from the books, from people's hearts, and from between heaven and earth..."