Chapter 3 Thirteen Confucian Classics

Author: Chi Longying

Chapter 3 Thirteen Confucian Classics

The beauty of April rests in this world.

Xiao Luo opened the door of the study room and studied hard for a year. He completed the system task.

But now is not the time to claim your rewards.

Under the pear tree, a middle-aged man in brown clothes was moving a table to make tea. Today is the day when Confucian swordsman Xie Xuan returns.

"Uncle Dumb, Master is coming back soon."

The middle-aged man turned his face and saw criss-crossing scars.

He made a smiling expression, and the scars on his face became even more ferocious.

Uncle Mute was originally the killer of the Blood List. He was ordered to hunt down Xiao Luo, the evildoer who brought trouble to the world, but he was defeated by the Confucian Sword Immortal.

Then he was killed and silenced by the blood list.

At the critical moment, he was saved by Confucian Sword Immortal.

In order to stop being traced on the blood list, he bit off his tongue, slashed his face, and wandered around the world with his master and disciple, Confucian Sword Immortal.

Over the years, Xiao Luo has been taken care of meticulously by buying food, cooking, sewing and washing.

The Confucian swordsman travels all over the world and only comes back to stay for a few days every year. In the quiet time, it was Uncle Dumb who accompanied Xiao Luo when he grew up.

Xiao Luo sat down, rinsed the tea set with water, and waited for the master to return.

Uncle Mute pointed to the sky and gestured to the wind blowing.

"Uncle Mute, although the wind is strong, I'm not cold."

Uncle Mute ignored it, turned around and went back to the house, took out a cloak and put it on Xiao Luo.

Xiao Luo obediently raised his chin and asked Uncle Mute to tie the tape on his cloak for him.

At this moment, a green shirt floated in front of me.

Xiao Luo stood up in surprise: "Master!"

"Luo'er, you've grown taller again."

Xie Xuan stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Xiao Luo's head like he had done when he was young, but found that Xiao Luo was as tall as him.

"Master, where have you been since you were so tired?"

I haven’t seen him for a year, but Confucian Sword Immortal’s temples have a few wisps of frosty white.

Xie Xuan took the purple bamboo shoots handed over by Xiao Luo, took a pleasant sip, and then said:

"First I went to Nanzhao, and then I heard that Master Wangyou of Hanjiang Temple had passed away. I met him several times, so I hurried back to Gusu."

Hanjiang Temple, Master Wangyou.

Xiao Luo's heart pounded.

"Master Wangyou is said to be the number one Zen master today."

Xie Xuan nodded: "After the master passed away, there were no successors to the six branches of Buddhism. It's a pity."

"Maybe, doesn't he have a young apprentice with amazing talent?"

Xie Xuan looked at Xiao Luo in surprise: "Luo'er, you know Wuxin without leaving home?"

Xiao Luo's expression did not change: "When I was in the cold palace, I heard the palace maids privately discuss the past events of Concubine Xuan."

"I see, Concubine Xuan... Wenjun is also a pitiful person."

Is she pitiful?

Xiao Luo's heart was filled with joy. To have three of the strongest men in the world fall in love with her at the same time, such a woman can only be called terrifying.

Xie Xuan continued:

"After Master Wangyu was enthroned, he put Wuxin into a gold coffin and transported it to Jiuchong Temple. Unexpectedly, the news was leaked and attracted countless people to fight for it."

"So Master will escort you all the way?"

Xiao Luo knew Xie Xuan, and as an old friend, he would definitely escort him to the end.

"My master originally wanted to escort Wu Xin to Jiuchong Temple, but halfway there, Wu Xin broke out of the coffin while being chased."

Under the moonlit night, in the shadow of the murder, a demon monk with an unparalleled appearance slowly stood up from the coffin.

Defeat Yue Ji with one move.

Two moves to retreat the Marquis of Hades.

Xie Xuan recalled the moment when Wu Xin broke out of the coffin, and even he was shocked by that weird scene.

"Wuxinxi has the thirty-two forbidden arts of the Rakshasa Hall, and his martial arts skills are superb. He does not need my escort. Besides, he is also accompanied by Tang Lian, the top disciple of Xueyun City, Leimen Lei Wujie, and..."

"And who?"

Xiao Luo asked.

Xie Xuan took another sip of tea: "There is another person who does not know martial arts, Xiao Han, the owner of Snow White Villa."

It's him.

Xiao Han, King of Chang'an in the Northern Li Dynasty, was the sixth most favored prince of Emperor Ming.

He is also his sixth emperor brother.

They had met from afar at the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet that year.

That year Xiao Han was thirteen years old and Xiao Luo was five years old.

Soon, Xiao Luo left Tianzi and studied with Xie Xuan.

Four years later, Xiao Han entered the realm of Xiaoyao Tian and was awarded the title of King of Chang'an.

Two years later, the emperor's uncle, King Langya, conspired to rebel. Xiao Han interceded for King Langya, which angered Emperor Ming. He was deposed as a commoner and drove Tianzi out.

Xie Xuan must have admired Xiao Han very much, his tone just now was full of sadness.

Xiao Luo thought to himself: "If Emperor Ming was really angry, how could he keep the throne of the Sixth Emperor Brother? This is just a temporary punishment. How can he be like me? He is a monster who brings disaster to the world, and his father, brother, and uncle all want to kill him!"

The sadness in his heart was not shown on Xiao Luo's face.

He also took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "If there is a chance, Luo'er would like to get to know these young heroes."

Xie Xuan shook his head: "They are all warriors, you are a scholar, and you don't want to work together if you have different ideas."

"Master, you actually don't want the outside world to notice me, right?"

"Luo'er, living safely is better than anything else."

"What about my future? Borrowing the protection of Xueyun City and dying in this small courtyard?"

Xiao Luo has always been sensible, indifferent and indifferent to the world. Xie Xuan did not expect that he would ask this question.

"Luo'er, you have to wait."

"What are you waiting for?"

"When your imperial brother succeeds to the throne, pardon Emperor Ming's punishment on you, and then assist the emperor with your talents, you will definitely be a famous minister in the future."

"Luo'er understands."

It turns out that the master asked him to wait for the gift from the new emperor.

But why!

They are both brothers, and one can only live by relying on the gifts of the other.

Xie Xuan never noticed Xiao Luo's inner shock. After chatting, he wanted to test Xiao Luo's homework.

"What books have you read this year?"

"The Thirteen Classics of Confucianism."

"Well, the beginning of Confucianism is the words of the sages, the ancestors told about Yao and Shun, and the constitution of civil and military affairs."

This time, Xiao Luo did not answer, but asked: "Master, in today's world, do you think there are still wise kings like Yao, Shun, King Wen of Zhou, and King Wu of Zhou?"

"I have traveled all over the country as my teacher. No matter whether it is Northern Li, Northern Liang, Tang, or Song, I have never seen an emperor as civilized and military as Yao and Shun."

"There is no wise king in the world. To imitate the rule of a wise king and follow the etiquette of sages is empty talk."

"Luo'er, do you mean that you must first have a wise king before you can bring peace to the world?"

Xiao Luo answered frankly: "Exactly, only a king can serve his ministers, and only a father can serve his sons."

When it came to father and son, Xie Xuan felt a little guilty. He avoided talking about it and only talked about the way of a monarch and his ministers:

"If the whole dynasty is full of virtuous ministers and the world is a state of etiquette, why worry about the emperor not being a wise king? Moreover, a virtuous man is a minister of others, and he has no two minds when making appointments to the north."

"Destiny is impermanent, but only the virtuous can live in it."

"The monarch is entrusted with the destiny of heaven and will live long and prosperous."

For the first time, the master and apprentice had differences.

Xiao Luo once again discussed his point of view:

""Shang Shu·Zhao Gao" said: You Xia Fu received the mandate of heaven. By the time of Dong Zhongshu, for his own ambition, this man deposed hundreds of schools of thought and respected Confucianism alone. He established the divine right of kings and the interaction between heaven and man, which strengthened the sanctity of the monarch."

"First there was the teaching of Dong Zhongshu, and then there was the Han and Wu dynasties at their peak. How can we say that he was motivated by personal ambition?"

"But Master, are the monarchs of all dynasties really appointed by God?"
Chapter completed!