Zhang Liang didn't come to the wine shop for two days after gathering his energy, which made Li Xiuyuan calm down.

Xiao Hei thought about going to the academy to study, so he put a lot of thought into tracing the words.

Thinking about the earth-shattering event that will happen soon, I can't help but sigh again and again. I only have the ability to ask the world about my master...

No, this time I came to Daqin from the starry sky with Xiao Hei, but it was not because of the old Taoist priest's tricks.

This was more like an arrangement of fate, or the moment when time flowed backwards in the starry sky, it happened to be bumped into by himself and Xiao Hei.

The past is unavailable because everyone is looking toward death and life.

While he and Xiao Hei were drifting on the Thousand Miles River of Styx, they had already washed away their mortal bodies.

According to the previous plan with the master, he would have returned to the Shura Heaven Realm by this time, waiting for the apocalypse of the Heavenly Road.

With Huangfu Qingmei, Li Qiushui and Shangguan Yanhong are waiting for the apocalypse on the way to heaven.

Or was it Princess Qingyue and Chu Feng? Hua Tianyu didn’t know whether there was Dongfang Yu’er who returned home with Chu Feiyan’s beauty in her arms, and was reborn as a phoenix in Peach Garden?

Is it possible that the road to heaven has become someone else’s road to heaven?

I was kicked out of Mount Sumeru again. I no longer need to walk the legendary road to heaven?

The next time I see Master, he must clarify this issue.

If you still want to take the road to heaven, you have to rush back before the heavenly road is revealed.

It was definitely not possible with his and Xiao Hei's abilities, so he thought of his days in Xuanwu Continent.

Thinking about how lonely he felt at that time, now at least he has Xiao Hei by his side.

It's not even fifteen yet, and there are few people shopping, not to mention that the wine shop is hidden in this secluded place. Not many people pass by it in a day, let alone come in to buy wine.

After noon, Xiao Hei ran to sleep. Li Xiuyuan tidied up and opened the store door shortly after.

Holding the bamboo slips, reading the obscure Book of Songs, and thinking about the big event that was about to happen in mid-spring, I couldn't help but sigh.

He murmured to himself: "It's just ten years of sharpening the sword, so what?"

“It takes ten years to sharpen a sword, who do you want to kill?”

While he was thinking about it, an old man's voice sounded in the store. Li Xiuyuan looked up and couldn't help laughing: "Master, why are you here? Please sit down."

The master sat down in front of the counter and said with a smile: "This wine is not enough, so naturally I want to find the shopkeeper. The name of your store is good and interesting."

Li Xiuyuan looked at the catkins flying in the sky outside the shop and said with a smile: "When you have time, just drink a bowl of wine. When you have time, you can laugh and watch the catkins flying. When you have time, take a sword and you will be happy all your life."

When the master heard this, he clapped his hands and cheered: "You can only have a bowl of wine in your spare time. Come on, come on, have a bowl of wine."

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said with a smile: "Actually, before drinking, Master, you can try the tea I brewed. Tea can clear the mind and has a unique artistic conception."

The master was stunned and said: "If I can still drink a pot of good tea, then I also owe you a favor."

Li Xiuyuan moved to the table nearby, carefully lit the small stove, and put the kettle on to boil, but he was thinking about whether he should discuss his questions with the old man.

The master moved to the table and sat down, looked at him and asked, "If you have something on your mind, why don't you tell me."

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and asked: "Master, what do you think is the essence of Confucian thought?"

The master stroked his beard and replied: "Of course it is benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, trust, forgiveness, loyalty, filial piety, brotherhood, enlightening the people's wisdom, and teaching the people to be polite. This is the fundamental thought of Confucianism."

"What is Confucianism?" Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, looked up at the Master and asked.

Fu Cong replied with a smile: "In my opinion, Confucianism is culture and thought; Tao is the standard and the measure of life and affairs."

Li Xiuyuan sighed and asked thoughtfully: "Master, what do you think of King Qin?"

The master was startled when he heard this, and did not answer immediately, but said: "I have always advocated that propriety and benevolence go hand in hand. In terms of the strategy of governing the country, it is an ideal to govern with virtue and use morality and etiquette to govern the country."

"I think this kind of strategy for governing the country is also called rule by virtue or rule by etiquette. However, the Qin Dynasty is very different. The world has been divided for a long time. Not to mention the differences in weights and measures, even the writing of the seven kingdoms is also different..."

The master's words made Li Xiuyuan suddenly enlightened. These principles had only been learned from books before, and only by being there in person could he understand more principles.

Sighing lightly, he murmured: "It's hard to go left, it's hard to go right, when will it not be hard?"

The Master smiled and said: "The most difficult thing is the system of prefectures and counties. This is a great achievement of King Qin. Just imagine that if the enfeoffment system is re-implemented, one day we will definitely repeat the mistakes of the Zhou Dynasty."

"So, in my opinion, since ancient times, only the system of prefectures and counties currently implemented is the most suitable for the governance of a country, and it will not be divided up by the princes like in the past."

The master thought for a while and then said: "It's just the art of the emperor, but it's not exactly Confucianism, so I just teach the students in the academy."

Li Xiuyuan thought about some major events that were about to happen and would happen in the future, and couldn't help but gently nodded in agreement.

I thought that even a saint could not be an emperor, let alone care about the emperor's chair.

If the emperor had the thoughts of a saint, he would not be able to be an emperor. After all, his ministers did not have the qualifications to be a saint.

So, he asked again: "Master, do you think that learning and practicing from time to time is an attitude that we should abide by?"

After saying that, he dropped two pieces of spiritual tea into the pot. It was rare that the master came here, and he wanted to serve tea to the guests.

The master thought for a while and replied: "Learning without thinking will lead to indifference, and thinking without learning will lead to peril. I thought that among three people walking together, there must be my teacher. The teacher should teach others."

Be tireless and follow the instructions, and students should draw inferences from one example and spend more time thinking..."

Before the spirit tea on the pot fell into the cup, Zhang Liang's screams sounded outside the shop door.

"Teacher, why are you here?" Zhang Liang screamed before he came in.

The master glared at him and said: "You can be here, why can't you come as a teacher? You don't know how to bring me some good wine, are you my student?"

Zhang Liang chuckled and said, "We have just started brewing, and we haven't started selling it yet. My eldest brother said we have to wait a little longer."

Seeing Zhang Liang coming over, Li Xiuyuan put away the topic of asking for advice from his master, and poured the spiritual tea into their cups.

He smiled and said, "I said Zhang Liang, you are a dog."

This pot of spiritual tea was just right. Zhang Liang smelled the smell and came to the wine shop. Even though Li Xiuyuan didn't want to give him a drink now, he couldn't refuse.

I thought that since this guy had already gathered his energy, he might not be able to sense a trace of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Zhang Liang shook his head and said, "I just watched Fifteen approaching and came to discuss matters with you about Xiaohei Elementary School."

The Master looked at the two of them and smiled: "Drink tea."

In his opinion, talking about things that have nothing to do with tea and wine while drinking tea and wine is a spoiler of fun.

Zhang Liang was not angry even after being scolded by the teacher. He smiled, picked up the tea cup and took a gentle blow. However, he was stunned for a moment as soon as he entered the tea cup.

Just as he was about to speak out, Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "Drink tea, don't make any sound."

The master nodded, blew gently, and then looked at the spiritual tea in the cup. After just one sip, he was stunned and speechless.

Li Xiuyuan didn't say anything, just watched quietly as the two people looked down on a cup of spiritual tea, and then added more to their cups.

He murmured: "This tea should only be found in heaven. It is rare to taste it in the world, so cherish it."

For him, when he returns to Wuyu Tianshan, he no longer knows which day it is in which year.

It was just like Meishan in Xuanwu Continent, except that the few boxes of Hanmei Lingcha were thrown into the Jade Disc Space by the master and the old Taoist priest. He was afraid that he would not be able to drink it for the time being.

Zhang Liang was startled, seeing that the teacher didn't say anything, he just held the cup and drank the spiritual tea in the cup one mouthful at a time.

It wasn't until the two of them drank three cups of spiritual tea and fell into meditation one after another that Li Xiuyuan picked up the cup in front of him and took a sip.

He smiled lightly: "Fortunately, you are not a pig."

Seeing the appearance of the master and the disciple, Li Xiuyuan was thinking about the fire decades later. He thought that the master had Confucian ideas and ways of governing the country.

So what? I don’t know how many towers there are in the Golden Palace, but in the end, didn’t they turn into a pile of ruins?

In my heart, I couldn't help but go to the counter and take out pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and use a few drops of spiritual tea in the cup to turn a tube of pine ink into thick ink.

When I picked up the pen, I used Daqin Xiaozhuan, which I was not very proficient in.

From stroke to stroke, a thick line of ink finally falls on the paper.

Although it is not a dragon or a snake, there is still a faint sword energy rushing through it, almost trying to tear through Hu Xuan and fly away through the air.

Sigh! If you make the six kingdoms love their own people, it will be enough to reject Qin. If you make Qin love the people of the six kingdoms again, then you will be able to rule for three generations and be king for eternity. Who will win and the family will be destroyed?

The people of Qin had no time to mourn for themselves, so that future generations would mourn for them. Later generations would grieve for themselves and ignore them, which would also cause future generations to mourn for future generations again.

After putting away the pen, the last paragraph of Afang Palace Fu was written on the paper.

"Boom!" A thunder sounded in the sky. I don't know whether it was the spring rain that knew the season, or the sky was sending a warning, warning not to reveal the secret before writing.

Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel proud, looked at the sky and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, I won't mess with your way."

A roar of spring thunder awakened Master and Zhang Liang from their sudden enlightenment.

The master looked at Li Xiuyuan who was standing in front of the counter and murmured: "A good cup of this tea should only be found in heaven, I owe you a favor."

Zhang Liang immediately clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Teacher must be like this, he is my brother Zhang Liang!"

After saying that, he stood up and walked over to the counter.

The master was also stunned. In his opinion, this guy could brew a pot of fine wine and brew a pot of spiritual tea. Could it be possible that he could also write earth-shattering poems?

Then he laughed and said, "I didn't expect that the shopkeeper can not only make wine, but also make tea and write poems. He is really an elegant man."

On the writing and inkstone table, like a spiritual sword being sheathed, Li Xiuyuan turned to look at the spring rain outside the shop and murmured.

The master was startled, then stood up and walked to the counter, lowered his head and read between the lines... "Boom!" Another spring thunder fell from the sky, and the master and apprentice were stunned and speechless.
To be continued...