East courtyard of Taixue Palace.

In the cabin.

The old man and the young man chatted for a long time. Maybe they were both destined, or maybe their time was running out. They seemed to have endless things to say.

"There is a phoenix in Kunshan."

After chatting for a while, Confucius seemed to have thought of something and reminded, "I have been thinking about this for a long time. There is indeed no place called Kunshan in this world. Since even I don't know about it, then Kunshan should not be among Kyushu."

Inside."

"Speaking of this, there is something that I never had time to tell you, old man."

On the side, Li Ziye heard the words of the old man next to him, opened his eyes, and said solemnly, "Before, Prince Wen and I went north to verify that this world is definitely not a round sky like the legend in the world. Kyushu, it is very possible

Just like my hometown, it is a square and round world. If this is the case, then it makes sense that the weather will get warmer north of the extreme north."

"Heaven and earth are incomplete!"

Confucius listened to the words of the young man in front of him, pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "The kind of world you mentioned should not have an end."

"good."

Li Ziye nodded and replied, "There should be other worlds outside of Kyushu, but no one has discovered them yet. I suspect that Kunshan is also outside of Kyushu."

"What are your plans?" Confucius asked.

"Nothing planned."

Li Ziye shook his head and replied, "There are still a lot of troubles in front of me. How can I have the energy to care about these nonsense things? Let's talk about it later. After I solve the lot of troubles in front of me, I can go find that crappy place."

"Take that little red bird with you."

Confucius reminded, "It is probably a descendant of Phoenix or Suzaku. It will be beneficial to bring it along."

"I know."

Li Ziye nodded and replied, "That pig bird has been raised in Li Garden for a long time. When the time comes, we must not let it sit idle."

"When you do things, I never have to worry."

Confucius said calmly, "Now that I think about it, there are so many unfinished things for you. Your future is destined to not be easy."

"No one can have smooth sailing in life."

Li Ziye didn't take it seriously and responded calmly, "I have received help from too many noble people along the way. I am already very lucky. I can't ask for more. After all, I cannot have all the good things in this world by myself.

Isn’t it?”

"Too."

Confucius smiled freely and said, "As people get older, they tend to be sentimental. Young people like you are not as open-minded as you. We always feel that all sentient beings are suffering. Maybe they are not suffering at all. It's just us meddling."

"Everything in the world is like a person drinking water. He knows whether it is warm or cold."

Li Ziye said softly, "Old man, don't worry so much. In the last few days, you can do whatever you want. Shoot whoever you want to death, shoot to death. The future generations will have their own path. Do you think, no

In the era when there was no Confucianism or Taoism, the human race was not passed down as usual, so this world will continue to be the same without anyone else. Worrying too much will only increase your troubles."

"Where is the Li family?" Confucius asked suddenly.

"Li family?"

Li Ziye was stunned for a moment, then laughed dumbly, and responded, "Wait a little longer. After I kill all the enemies in front of the Li family, I will give up. In my position, I can sit with whoever I like."

"Haha, you have to be faster then."

Confucius couldn't help but laugh and reminded, "You only have a few more days to live than an old man. Those enemies of yours are quite troublesome."

"Stop talking, I have a headache."

Li Ziye smiled, closed his eyes again, leaned against the wall, and said with a tired face, "Old man, let me take a nap."

"Get some sleep."

Confucius said softly, looking at the white-haired young man in front of him, with a look of distress on his face.

It was because he was too anxious and kept urging the little guy to grow up faster.

If you think about it carefully, this little guy has only been in his prime for a year. In an ordinary family, he would be at a good age to start a family and start a career.

"Confucian leader, disciple Bai Wangyu, please see me!"

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded outside the courtyard and entered the wooden house.

Confucius heard the voices of the disciples outside, got up and walked outside.

Outside the courtyard, Bai Wangyu stood quietly, looking at the wooden house in front of him, his hands clenched tightly, and the anxiety in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Come in."

Confucius walked out of the wooden house and said calmly, "From now on, you can enter and exit this small courtyard freely without having to report to the old man or other masters."

"Thank you, Master Confucian."

Bai Wangyu bowed respectfully and immediately stepped into the courtyard.

"We're talking outside."

Confucius walked to the stone table under the apricot tree and sat down at the stone table. He said, "The little guy is asleep. Let him sleep for a while. He is really too tired."

"Confucian leader, Brother Li?"

Bai Wangyu stepped forward quickly and asked nervously, "And you, old man?"

"The oil is gone and the lamp is dry."

Confucius didn't hide anything. He pointed to the seat opposite the stone table and said, "Sit down."

Bai Wangyu hesitated for a moment, then sat down across the table.

"The old man may not survive this winter."

Confucius looked at the disciple in front of him and said seriously, "Wangyu, although I am a little anxious, I still want to tell you that this is the last year. If I die, winter will really come."

When Bai Wangyu heard this, his expression was shocked, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"The little guy is about the same."

Confucius glanced back at the wooden house behind him and said softly, "He doesn't have much time, so this year, his way of doing things will definitely be very radical. If there is something you don't understand, don't blame him.

Because he can no longer consider everything as he once did."

"Brother Li only has one year left?"

Bai Wangyu trembled and asked in confusion, "Didn't you say that Brother Li is the savior?"

"The savior may not be able to survive until the end of the catastrophe."

Confucius said calmly, "Taiping is determined by the generals, and the generals are not allowed to see it. You should also understand this truth. That little guy may be the one to end the catastrophe of the cold winter, but he may not be able to wait until the day when the cold winter ends.
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