The man sat upright next to a black rock, wearing a strange black grimace mask on his face. His body was thin and upright, wearing a white Confucian robe, holding a book, looking at it with all his attention on the bonfire.

The Analects of Confucius!

Chen Shaojun had extraordinary eyesight and could see a few familiar words on the cover of the book at a glance. However, the Analects of Confucius in this person's hand seemed a little different from the Analects of Confucius that Chen Shaojun knew, whether in words or layout.

"This person is also a Confucian and Taoist person!"

Chen Shaojun looked surprised. He never expected to meet a Confucian and Taoist man here.

Confucianism emphasizes grandeur and prestige. Almost no one will wear a ghost mask like him. Moreover, in places like the ghost tribe, the ghost mask looks strangely cunning, but there are no ones who can be so focused on Confucian and Taoist classics and devote themselves to studying them. Except for Confucian and Taoist disciples, there will be no one else.

Chen Shaojun suddenly felt a sense of intimacy.

"If you can freely communicate in places like the ghost tribe, you may at least be at the level of a great Confucianism. You already have the righteous spirit in your body and restrain all evil spirits. You should be a hidden senior of Confucianism and Taoism. You just don't know how he passed through the outer barrier air wall."

Chen Shaojun said secretly.

The other party seemed to be immersed in the meditation of the scriptures, completely forgot about himself, and did not notice the arrival of Chen Shaojun and Xiaowa. However, Chen Shaojun pondered for a moment and took the initiative to walk up.

"Senior, I'm polite."

Just about three steps away from the man, bowed and respectfully:

"I'm here to see Chen Shaojun, a disciple of the Ju School of the Great Shang Dynasty. I don't know what my brother is called?"

Chen Shaojun always claimed to be Chen Jun in front of outsiders, but this time he took the initiative to reveal his real name. Confucianism and Taoism emphasize being honest. The so-called gentleman is open and honest, while villains are always close. The other party is a Confucianism and Taoism, which is naturally different. Moreover, Chen Shaojun did not feel malice in the other party.

There was quiet around, only the crackling sound of fire. The man sat still. It was not until Chen Shaojun finished speaking that his eyes blinked, as if he noticed Chen Shaojun who suddenly appeared beside him.

"A disciple of Ziju School?"

The man's robe danced, his long hair was floating, and he turned to look at Chen Shaojun, and he felt a little confused in his heart, but there was not much turmoil. Chen Shaojun did not feel the contempt of other Confucian and Taoist schools in him.

"You're welcome, is there anything wrong?"

But soon, the man came to his senses and said lightly that his voice was neither close nor alienated.

Seeing this, Chen Shaojun was not surprised. Judging from the situation just now, he should be thinking about the classics in the book. He was not surprised by the old scholars like him who were not humane, did not like to deal with others, and did not like to be disturbed by others.

"Senior, don't get me wrong. I just passed by by myself by chance. I saw that I was pondering the Analects of Confucius and felt kind, so I came to say hello."

Chen Shaojun smiled and said.

"oh."

Hearing this, the man subconsciously glanced at the Analects of Confucius in his hand:

"Are you interested in this?"

"Yes, I am really curious. The Analects of Confucius in my predecessors seem to be somewhat different from what I know. If possible, I wonder if I can borrow it in the next view?"

Chen Shaojun said frankly.

He had been observing just now. Although there were not many things he could see, just a quick glance at Chen Shaojun still distinguished a sentence or two from the Analects of Confucius in the hands of the man in white.

During the Shang Dynasty, the ordinary printed copies of the Analects of Confucius by Master Kong Sheng had already spread all over the world. Although there was no spiritual imprint left by the sages, nor the annotations of the philosophers, and it was just a text version, many of the sentences had long been spread all over the world, even adults and children were familiar with them, and could recite one or two sentences, but the content of the Analects of Confucius written in that person looked completely different.

There was a quiet surroundings. The man had a grimace mask on his face. Chen Shaojun couldn't see his expression clearly, but Chen Shaojun could feel it. His heart seemed to fluctuate slightly.

"You are interesting. You and I have never met before. But when we meet by chance, we dare to ask the Analects of Confucius in my hand. Is this the way of Confucian disciples doing?"

The man spoke, and there was a hint of displeasure in his words.

"this……"

Chen Shaojun was stunned, but soon reacted and bowed respectfully:

"Just now, I am abrupt. There must be my teacher when I walk through the three of you. Please give me advice."

Hearing Chen Shaojun's words, the man in white glanced at him deeply, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

It is no big deal to improve one's mistakes. Confucianism values ​​etiquette. Chen Shaojun knew that he was abrupt, but he was not at all reserved, so he apologized immediately. However, what really attracted him was Chen Shaojun's words that three people must have a teacher. Confucianism values ​​etiquette and attaches more importance to knowledge. As long as he can gain knowledge, even Confucius can take anyone as his teacher and learn from him.

Chen Shaojun's words "There must be my teacher when three people walk", found a perfect reason for his actions. If he refuses, he will seem rude.

"Funny, take it."

The man in white smiled and nodded.

Bang, his wrist trembled and threw the Analects in his hand over.

"Thank you, senior."

Chen Shaojun was overjoyed, and he immediately grabbed the book. The moment he bought it, Chen Shaojun was stunned. The pages of the Analects of Confucius were cold and faintly filled with a hint of extreme chill, not made of ordinary materials.

"It's the ghost spider silk!"

Chen Shaojun quickly realized that he was a weapon king after all, and he was very familiar with various materials and could tell at a glance. The so-called ghost spider silk is a special alien species in the ghost tribe. The silk spit out is like the ice silk familiar to the human world, and it is an extremely precious material.

In the era of ancient saints, these materials were made into scripture pages by sects, recording their academic mysteries and profound martial arts. Because these two materials are extremely special and have been immortalized for thousands of years, they are extremely precious.

The ice silkworm is fine, it is said to be lucky to be preserved in the snowy area, but the ghost spider is said to have been extinct for a long time, and no one has seen it in the ghost tribe world for a long time.

"It's the ancient book of the ancestors!"

Chen Shaojun's expression turned solemn, which meant that the Analects of Confucius in his hand was an ancient original work, much more precious than he had imagined. The next moment, Chen Shaojun immediately opened the book and read it carefully.

Chen Shaojun turned over the pages of the book and a line of black styling immediately came into view.

"The disciple bowed his head and bowed a lot. His ancestor Confucius Sheng did not abandon his disciples. He was born into a dirty family. He was an alien. Although he was born in the ghost family, he was taken into the seat by his master, and he was taken into the door wall to listen to the teachings of the saints. This volume was completed in the forty-seventh year. It was recorded by the eldest brother Yan Hui. After the master sat in the seat, I copied one copy and brought it back to the ghost family territory..."

“!!!”

Seeing these plain lines of words, Chen Shaojun's expression was shocked, and a sudden turmoil in his heart.

This is the Analects of the Ghost Saint!

Chen Shaojun raised his head and looked at the young man in white in front of him, his eyes could not hide his vibration.

In ancient times, it was completely different from all the schools of thought, such as Buddhism, Taoism, etc., and only Confucianism had teachings and was not a different saying, and this was not just a slogan.

There has always been a saying in Confucianism that some of the seventy-two disciples under Master Confucius were not humans at all. Although they took human names, they were actually aliens. There is another saying that there is no problem with the seventy-two disciples, but Master Confucius accepted more than these seventy-two disciples, and a few of them were also taken into the wall by Master Confucius Confucius, but their existence was deliberately erased to maintain the reputation of Master Confucius and Confucianism.

And the Ghost Saint is one of them.

Chen Shaojun also heard that in the era of ancient times when humans were strong, the world relationship between the ghost clan and humans was not as hostile as it is now. One of the ghost saints studied under Confucius and had a very high talent. He was recognized by Confucius. His knowledge and status were said to be no less than Yan Zi and others.

However, these statements are regarded as nonsense and have never been recognized.

But Chen Shaojun did not expect that all this was not only true, but also that he had the Analects of Confucius copied by Guisheng in his hand.

"Yes, it is indeed the Ghost Saint Edition of the Analects of Confucius."

At this moment, the young man in white spoke:

"The Ghost Saint is a pure ghost clan. Some people say that he has some human blood. I also have occasional chance to get his Ghost Saint "The Analects of Confucius"."

"After Confucius' death, the Ghost Saint returned to the territory of the Ghost Clan, which was his last place to live. Except for those of Confucianism and Taoism and those who are destined to be, outsiders could not come in at all."

"oh."

Chen Shaojun thoughtfully and glanced around, remembering the huge barrier air wall she had encountered before. Although she felt a little strange at that time, she thought that this barrier was obviously set up by the Ghost Saint.

This person can obtain the "Analects of Confucius" by the Ghost Saint, probably the so-called destined person. It is naturally not surprising that he can enter here.

But just a moment, Chen Shaojun withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the precious Analects of the Ghost Saint in his hand.

Soon, Chen Shaojun completely sank into it.

"Lin Fang asked about the foundation of etiquette, and the Master said, "How great is the question! Etiquette is more than extravagance, and it is better to be frugal; it is better to be frugal than to be frivolous."

The lines of text immediately caught my eye. The Analects of Guisheng's version is more than 80% similar to the current one, but there are very different details in details. In other words, the Analects copied by Guisheng himself is closer to the words and thoughts of Master Kong Sheng.

Not only that, Gui Sheng is a disciple of Confucius. When copying this Analects of Confucius, he was respectful and focused, and invisibly integrated his spiritual will and his understanding of Confucianism and Taoism into it.

When Chen Shaojun read this Analects of Confucius, he could even clearly feel a sense of a literary spirit flowing into his body from the Analects of Ghost Saints through his fingertips.

Chen Shaojun's literary energy had already reached the peak of the Nine Fights of Wen Qi, but then he slowly stopped. The higher the Wen Dao's cultivation level, the harder it is to improve, and it can also be called a bottleneck.

In the Shang Dynasty, many Masters stopped after reaching the nine dou of literary spirit. After that, even though they had been studying the scriptures for a long time and reading countless scriptures, they could never go to the next level.

Chen Shaojun was also facing this dilemma, but when Chen Shaojun opened the Analects of the Ghost Saint, the originally stagnant literary spirit grew in a slight way visible to the naked eye.
Chapter completed!