Traversing the daily life from the Super Seminary

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I have been running around on the road of cultivating immortals, but I have ignored the true meaning of cultivating immortals.

Sometimes stopping is not to retreat in discouragement, but to look far away, in order to see the further road clearly.

Cultivating immortals requires not only the accumulation of practice, but also the tempering of the state of mind.

Through so many worlds, thousands of years passed by.

I have seen many people and things, and many stories that are not perfect have happened.

What Xu Yi did the most was to use the sword heart to turn it into a wisdom sword to cut off the many mottled, complicated and unnecessary memories, and keep the original original intention.

Therefore, in the changing world, between people and objects, he can quickly accept everything without feeling uncomfortable.

And the realm of heart is a very peculiar realm. Like Jianxin, enlightenment is enlightenment, and one cannot impose one without enlightenment.

And Xu Yi thinks that he is still an ordinary person so far, with emotions, emotions and desires.

That's why you are burdened by these worldly memories and experiences, and that's why you need wisdom to cut emotions?

But now, in this little sage village, at this very moment, this holy place where Confucianists from all over the world gathered.

Xu Yi vaguely felt the aura left by the Confucian sages and saints in the long river of time, as well as the mysterious and mysterious way of nature.

The reason why saints are saints is that their state of mind has been transcendent and free from vulgarity, and they are not burdened by foreign objects.

This is also the difference between laymen and saints, the difference in their hearts.

Xu Yi felt a lot of emotion as he quietly felt the sacred way and the way of nature from the Confucian sages in this beautiful Fengshui.

Although these are not his reasons, they are also inferences, which are quite beneficial to his improvement of state of mind.

At the same time, not far from Xu Yi's side, on the main hall road of Xiaoshengxianzhuang.

Two rows of black armored soldiers stood in a row, holding long daggers, their military appearance was solemn.

A group of people walked in in unison, but the leader was a middle-aged man in a black Confucian robe.

While walking, he exudes an air of power and authority in a high position, as if he is in a superior position.

Followed by a stooped white-haired old man, immortal style.

The old man with a ferocious complexion had a fierce aura spontaneously.

His complexion was strange, with a pattern of blue flames tattooed on his face, he was dressed in a dark blue robe, and his whole body exuded an evil spirit.

The leader was Li Si, who was also a Confucian disciple.

Now it is the Prime Minister of the Qin Dynasty, and this time he came to Sanghai to follow the order of the First Emperor to investigate the Mohists' rebellious party.

It was the first time for Li Si to approach Xiaoshengxianzhuang after many years, and there was not much change from when he left that year, and he was deeply moved in his heart.

I remember that he was on the curved bridge on the lake many times, when he often argued with Han Fei, and his face was often red.

"what?"

Li Si's eyes fell on the curved bridge without a trace, and a solitary figure stood proudly among them.

It is actually integrated with the Confucian landscape, and that kind of bearing is unique.

Suddenly reunited with the lingering person in his mind, his pupils constricted, and he said in a voice:

"Han Fei!"

Chapter 474 A Little Sage

On the back hill of Xiaoshengxian Village, in a lush forest, stands a small wooden house.

Outside the house, there are two seven or eight-year-old little Taoist boys with red lips and white teeth reciting the quintessence of Confucianism, which is very enjoyable.

An old man was sitting cross-legged in the center outside the room. The old man was wearing a light blue gown and Confucian robe.

Although the old face has the Confucianism of a scholar, there is a trace of majesty in the eyebrows, full of rigidity.

He looks like a strict old man who teaches, but the identity of this old man is extraordinary. He is another great Confucianist after Confucius and Mencius, Xun Qing.

He has both civil and military skills, and is integrated inside and outside, although he looks like a weak old man.

In fact, he pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger. His skills are so high that he is among the best in the world.

"Who actually aroused the sympathy of the Confucian sages and saints? Could it be that a world-class expert has come to Xiaoshengxianzhuang today?"

Xunzi opened his clear eyes, revealing a quiet light and a pensive look on his face,

In the front yard of the little sage village, a burst of Confucian sages' literary spirit soared into the sky.

Unexpectedly, they all converged in the sky at the same time, condensed but not dispersed, and gradually turned into an appearance of Tai Chi Yin and Yang, full of the natural principles of heaven and earth.

"Ha ha!"

When Xunzi saw the vision, there was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. He remembered that his proud apprentice Han Fei had also done the same thing, so he couldn't help but sigh.

"Talented people come out from generation to generation, old..."

……

In the front yard of Little Shengxian Village, all the people stopped.

"Han Fei!" Li Si murmured, his expression changed drastically.

"My lord? What's the matter?" Fu Nian, who was the host, couldn't help asking.

Hearing this, Li Si was startled, and then he stabilized his emotions, and the scene in his eyes changed.

Only then did he realize that the person standing on the curved corridor in the lake was not his junior brother Han Fei.

Just standing there quietly, the same position, time changes, maybe it's just a coincidence.

The man had his hands behind his back, and his temperament coincided with Han Fei's for a moment.

I remember that when he was studying, his master Xun Qing often praised Han Fei for his saintliness and regarded Han Fei as his favorite student.

But now he felt the same temperament as Han Fei in that person back then, which was the meaning of the holy way.

"Mr. Fu Nian, who is that man?"

Li Si smiled slightly, his face returned to normal in an instant, and he was still full of bookishness and polite when he spoke.

"Oh, that gentleman is a distinguished guest of my Little Sage Manor."