Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

"Shen Wuming?"

The scholar in Qingyi murmured to himself, "Why does this name seem familiar to me? Where have I heard it?"

"The previous report from the imperial palace!"

Han Changli reminded: "In one issue of Di Bao, he wrote three articles, occupying 80% of the page!"

"Even an article by the Supreme Master has been compressed into a corner!"

"Oh!" The scholar in Qingyi suddenly realized.

"The little guy who came up with the art of building bridges with oysters and the method of making cement."

"I have one thing to say. I read those articles and I was quite touched. It is a natural Mohist holy body."

"I'm afraid it's not just the Mo family!" The Supreme Master quickly glanced at the strategy in his hand and sighed softly.

"When it comes to writing skills, he is still a little immature, but these ideas are definitely beneficial to the country and the people."

"The method of young crops, the method of protecting armor, the method of one whip, the method of spreading small crops into acres, returning the fire to the public, reforming the soil and returning it to the flow..."

"Every one of them targets the pain points of my Northern Han Dynasty. This is a weapon to enrich the country and strengthen the army."

"Is it as good as you say?" The scholar in Qingyi seemed to be a little unconvinced and snatched the strategy from his hand.

As soon as he glanced around, his expression suddenly became dull.

"This...this..."

The Qingyi scholar's hands were trembling, his eyes were sparkling, and every word above made his scalp tingle.

All the hairs on his body trembled.

"This...I just hate that he was born twenty years late. If he had fought alongside me back then, he would have definitely been a reform general!"

"I was born twenty years earlier and was demoted along with you?" Han Changli smiled disdainfully.

"You should know what level you are at. Don't touch someone else's family and put gold on your face."

"Also...you just said that his writing skills are not very good."

Han Changli looked at the Supreme Master, "Do you still remember Bai Hongguanri two days ago? He also wrote it."

"This is his essay test paper, take a look!" As he said that, Han Changli took out a few more test papers.

After seeing it, the Supreme Master had a complicated expression and turned to the scholar in Qingyi, who sat slumped in his chair.

"Okay, okay, let's talk about this little guy's affairs later. Let's take a look at Tianzhi Muduo's affairs first."

Han Changli seemed to have expected their surprise. He shook his head and looked at the bronze bell in front of him.

Muduo does not mean a bell made of wood, but a bronze bell with a wooden tongue, which is a sounding instrument specially used to convey government orders.

This bell is called Tian Zhi Mu Duo, which itself is derived from a title given by Confucius.

At that time when Confucius was preaching, some people said, "Heaven will use the Master as a wooden dome."

This means that God used Confucius as a bronze bell to convey government orders.

And this Heavenly Wooden Duo was transformed from a copper bell that Confucius carried with him after he obtained it.

It contains the great truth of Confucius, and it is one of the sacred vessels respected by all Confucians today.

Dedicated to suppressing the Confucian Temple.

"good!"

The scholar in Qingyi put down two pieces of manuscript paper beside him, and then the three of them stood next to Tianzhi Muduo according to the positions of the three talents.

Immediately, a misty clear light appeared in his hand, and poured into the Tianzhi Muduo at the same time, suddenly filled with glory.

However, the three of them did this intentionally and had already shielded the scene here with their awe-inspiring righteousness, so the outside world did not know.

After a while, a magic formation appeared below the Heavenly Wood Duo. The brilliance circulated brightly, and a black wooden sculpture slowly emerged.

"You three idiots, why did you call my aunt out?" A hoarse female voice with a slightly aged look rang out from the black wooden sculpture.

Faced with her rudeness, the three of them chose to turn a deaf ear.

The Supreme Master got straight to the point and asked about the strange noise of Tianzhi Muduo.

"Hehe, what do you think? Just call me grandma and I will tell you." The voice was quite arrogant.

"Ji Xiangtian, don't ask for trouble. Don't forget the spiritual contract you made with Kong Sheng."

The Supreme Master said calmly.

"I didn't break the rules, I just agreed to the old man and help him run the Confucian Temple."

"But that doesn't mean I want to share the news with you. As long as there are no problems with the Confucian Temple and Tianzhi Muduo, it will be fine."

"As for who has entered the fifth floor, why should I tell you? Come in and see for yourself."

The voice was very proud, and the Supreme Master and others looked slightly gloomy, but they were helpless.

This Jixiangtian was a powerful heretic whom the Confucian saint suppressed back then, and he spared her life on the condition that he suppressed the Confucian Temple.

But because of this, the auspicious sky and the Confucian Temple are integrated into one, the cultural context is immortal, the Confucian Temple is not destroyed, and the auspicious sky is not destroyed.

"You..." The Supreme Master was helpless, but then he heard the voice and changed his tone.

"For the sake of that little guy, let me tell you that your Confucian family has produced an incredible saint seed."

As he spoke, bursts of light were released from the black wood sculpture, forming a picture like a water mirror.

The painting shows Shen Wuming carving words on the fifth floor of the Confucian Temple. Even the writing on the jade tablet is clearly visible.

"There is nothing outside the mind, the mind is reason."

"My heart is bright, what else can I say?"

The moment the sixteen words fell, the three people present couldn't help but feel an impulse surge in their hearts.

The urge to worship.

These sixteen characters are ordinary, but when you see them, it's like looking at the handwriting of the Four Sages of Confucianism.

"This...although I think there is something wrong, I still have to say that this seems to be the beginning of a sect."

Han Changli murmured, and when he looked at these words, a little complexity appeared in his eyes.

There is hope, there is rejection, there is appreciation, there is admiration... just like his mood.

The Supreme Master was also stunned, and the fingers of his left hand were secretly moving, as if he was calculating something?

But after pinching for a long time, there was nothing. Instead, there seemed to be water flowing in the nasal cavity.

A trail of blood dripped slowly.

The scholar in Tsing Yi laughed dumbly, "This little guy is very interesting... There is nothing in his heart."

"Do you also think he is interesting?" The voice sounded, "He also said something to me, do you want to listen?"

"If you want me to call you aunt, then I don't have to listen." The scholar in Qingyi smiled lightly.

"Forget it if you don't scream, someone is shouting anyway!" After the voice said it, he laughed twice.

"Listen carefully, he told me——"

"When you don't look at this flower, this flower and your heart are silent together; when you look at this flower, the color of this flower becomes clear for a while."

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"No saints, but seniors, this Haoran Qingyun is good, but can you give me a different color?"

Shen Wuming looked at the green Qingyun above him with a complicated expression, pursed his lips and deliberated.

He didn't know whether those sages were dead or alive and whether they could respond.

However, he was still a little repulsed by the blue cloud above his head. This color...

It wasn't quite green, it was somewhere between blue and green, but he still felt uncomfortable.