"No, the teacher hasn't received his disciples for a long time."

The sage of Confucius shook his head and subconsciously dragged his crutch, but he didn't get a hurry. He planned to see if it was an assassin or a visitor.

If it is an assassin, take people with virtue.

If it is a visitor, then treat it with courtesy.

"Who are you?"

Duanmu guards in front of Kong Saint, staring at Jiang Yi vigilantly.

Jiang Yi towards the saint of Kong, walking Zhou Li said: "Dear Jiang Yi, come to meet the saints."

It seems that it is a friend and non -enemy.

The saint Kong looked at the descendants with a smile, saying, "It is known that it is a friend, and there are friends from afar.

"Zigong, go for the teacher's room, give this person a stool, make a cup of tea."

"Master can't listen to the words of a villain, what if the assassin is good?"

Duan Muci did not let go of his vigilance, but said: "Both guests, why not look up?"

Jiang Yi slowly looked up and revealed the mask of Huaxia.

When Kong Saint and Duanmu stared at Jiang Yi's mask, suddenly felt some pictures appearing in his mind!

Confucius saw the battlefield that had never been seen before. A group of unknown enemies were holding bayonets. They were constantly assassination to make him feel kind. They were also people who wearing 'strange clothes'.

war……

When is that war, why is it so tragic?!

A waste birdman pointed at an old man with a knife, and saw the old man raised his chest and looked directly at the wicked man.

"After you learned some of our Tang Dynasty, I thought I was a person, but I forgot how to treat your abandoned bird when Datang was strong when Datang!"

"Our ancestors treat you with courtesy, but in exchange for you thousands of years later, do you slaughter to their children and grandchildren?"

"Small nation, and the biggest difference between the state of ritual, the biggest difference between the people and the people of Huaxia is to know the small etiquette and no big festivals!"

"In the history of Huaxia, I will always remember this day.

"In the end, our soldiers will drive you out, and our descendants will revenge for their ancestors!"

"When you are weak, you will be in the Datang period.

"When you are strong, you will reveal your own wolf ambitions.

Later, the old man hit the bayonet of the waste bird himself himself, and the dripping blood rushed out. His eyes stared at the waste birdman, and a blood sprayed with saliva on the face of the waste birdman!

The corners of the eyes of Confucius were tears. He didn't know where this scene came from, but it was very heartache.

Duan Muci saw the scene of suicide by Mr. Zhang's car, and the same face was shocked.

After the effect of the mask passed, they slowly came to God.

Duanmu looked at the anxiety of Kong Kong: "Master, the disciples saw a woman who did not know what to use ----"

It is difficult for the holy people to execute: "I saw an old man for the teacher and hit the enemy's pointed tip!"

"Who are you?!"

Duanmu gave a sword to Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi took off the mask and put it in the Han king's clothing, and looked at the two -person way: "The juniors come from more than 2,000 years later, what you see just now is the future world."

"The future of the future, more than two thousand years later?"

Duanmu felt he heard heavenly jokes: "How is this?!"

"How can someone in this world be able to span more than 2,000 years!"

"The vertical child lurks here, is it the old age of bullying my master and wanting to do not good?"

Duanmu will cut a sword.

Jiang Yi pulled out the hegemony sword around his waist, opened Duanmu's sword, and quickly collected the Bawang sword back.

Looking at the sword that was hit out, Duanmu looked shocked, but did not hesitate to block in front of the saints.

"Please forgive the juniors to be rude, but if the juniors are not track of you, it will not be so respectful."

Jiang Yijin said.

Kong saint laughed: "If I get younger for a few years, I have to fight with your young man to fight swords, discuss morality!"

"But do you say that you come from more than 2,000 years, wouldn't it be a three -year -old child?"

"The juniors dare to ask Zigong's ancestor, do you and other saints disciples be recording the words and deeds of the sage?"

Jiang Yi looked at Duanmu, which was why he was not sure.

Duanmu's eyes widened: "How do you know?"

"I have been doing this with the brothers of Zhongtongmen, and there is no one to know!"

"These words and deeds are also called the Analects of Confucius, which has become a classic Confucianism of Confucianism in later generations.

"really?"

Duan Muci also wanted to talk, but was thought about by Jiang Yixin and stopped calm.

Confucius also wanted to communicate with Duanmu, but saw that Duanmu's eyelids could be motionless.

"Yes, the saint is now trustworthy of the younger generation?"

Jiang Yi said.

"You have to tell me, what do I see just now?" Confucius asked.

Jiang Yi asked Confucius to describe the simple description he saw, and then asked: "That is a foreign person to violate my Chinese picture."

"Later generations, there is a trip to aggression?"

The saint of Kong was frowned, and his body stunned: "Doesn't this mean that even the future generations of the thousand years have not achieved the world of the world?"

"Is it because no one inherits my will?"

Jiang Yi's words made the saints collapse even more. You must know that he really had more than 3,000 students in the Spring and Autumn Period. There were still students who were born in the students. No one could achieve these aspirations. How can it not be a heavy blow?

"Confucianism has always been widely circulated, and it is the mainstream thoughts of our China, but it has indeed failed to realize the world."

Jiang Yi said truthfully.

"That's it, why can't it be achieved?"

Confucius is low.

Jiang Yi replied: "The world advocated by the sage is the basic characteristic of everyone's friendship and mutual assistance.

"Later generations Sima Qian once recorded in" Historical Records ": The world is Xi Xi, all of which are beneficial, the world is full of benefits."

"The benefits are the same and do not damage each other, then the country may be peaceful, and people can help and help each other, but if the interests are contrary, once it is damaged, there will be no war."

The saint Confucius listened carefully and sighed heavily: "Oh!"

"In this case, the situation is the same today!"

"In order to benefit each other between the country, regardless of the morality, the blood stool flows into the river everywhere, so, wouldn't it be sighing?"

"Later generations, if you really come to the future, can you tell me, do you ... everyone read it?"
Chapter completed!