The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

The fallen leaves withered, it seems that because of the approaching midwinter, the temperature became cold, the frost solidified in the early morning, and even the wind began to become biting.

On this day, there was a feather-like blizzard in the sky.

Bu Feifan stood in the private school, placed in front of the brazier, Jian Liuxian served by the side and helped him warm the wine.

"Liuxian, how long have you been following me?"

Bu Feifan asked.

"Back to Master, the disciple has been with you for seven years..."

"Has it been seven years? Alas..."

Bu Feifan sighed softly, his eyes suddenly moved away, and he looked outside the window. At this time, the snow became larger and the earth was already white.

With silver makeup on the floor, even the plum tree in the courtyard grew tall, and with the white snow attached, it became a snow tree.

But at this time, the plum tree is blooming.

Hanmei and Aoxue stand out.

Bu Feihua became more and more emotional.

In the past seven years, his appearance has not changed, and he is still so young. It seems that he can't feel the passage of time in his body. This is also the reason why he won the Dragon Turtel Blood Essence in the first place.

Dragon Turtel Blood Essence, not old in Changchun, but the years have settled, after seven years of teaching, Bu Feihua hasn't really changed.

At the same time, his temperament changed, giving people a sense of knowledge, wisdom and conviction.

He was like a big scholar, standing there, full of a strong scroll breath.

After a long silence, Bu Feihua turned his head.

"Stay immortal, clean up, we should leave."

"Leave?"

Bu Feifan suddenly said such a sentence, making Jian Liuxian astonished, a little puzzled, he didn't understand his master's meaning.

But Jian Liuxian is a person who doesn't like to ask more, even if he doesn't understand Master's meaning.

For him, he is not only a student, but also a disciple. As long as the master orders him, he can be recruited.

Jian Liuxian got up and was about to clean up.

At this time, Pao Jiao Fei said again: "Forget it, there is no need to clean up, there is nothing to bring."

Jian Liuxian stopped, stopped there, listening to Master Own to continue.

"Let's do it! Go and hand it over and talk to Zishu. From now on this private school will be adopted under his name, and it will be left to him in the future."

Bu Feihua shifted his gaze to Jian Liuxian, "As for you, just follow as a teacher! After so many years, you have learned enough knowledge, and the rest is to let go of your own mind and increase your own experience. Read Wanjuan Traveling thousands of miles of books is not only about learning, but also about martial arts."

"Simple cultivation of martial arts, after all, there is no way to advance. What you need now is to understand the nature of the world and learn to realize epiphany."

"Yes! Master!"

Jian Liuxian left and soon found Zishu. Zishu was one of the most outstanding disciples under Bu Feihua's name besides Jianliuxian. He was the first person in both academic and martial arts.

This is a genius. If his aptitude is not weaker than Jian Liuxian, although he does not understand why Master did not bring Zishu, Jian Liuxian knows that Master must have Master’s intentions. All this is not what his disciple should do. Questionable.

In Zishu's astonishment, Jian Liuxian told Bu Huanfa's meaning.

Facing Zi Shu's doubts, unwilling to believe, incomprehensible, and very reluctant, Jian Liuxian let out a sigh in his heart.

"Brother, the respected master has the intention of respected master."

Having said that, Jian Liuxian took a look at this private school, and there was a special emotion flashing in his eyes. His voice was no longer calm, and he said up and down: "After all, this is Master’s hard work for more than seven years. We are leaving. I hope you can take care of it. When Master and I come back, Master will be happy too."

After all, this is the place where I have been cold for seven years, and it is inevitable to be sad and missed if I really want to separate.

"Will do!"

Zishu said firmly: "Zishu will live up to the teacher's efforts."

After speaking, his eyes lit up and he looked at Jian Liuxian expectantly.

"Brother, did the teacher tell you when will you come back."

Jian Liuxian looked at Zishu blankly, turning his head a little unnaturally.

"Master... did not say.

"Yes?"

Zishu shuddered and seemed very lost.

The sword stayed silent.

After a while, Zishu raised his head, his expression was flying, he smiled like a spring breeze, and said: "Brother, the teacher will be handed over to you, take care of the teacher for me."

"Will do."

Jian Liuxian nodded, took a deep look at Junior Brother Own, then turned and walked out of the room.

At this time, a voice came from behind, and it was difficult to conceal the sadness and expectation.

"I'm waiting for you... to come back."

Jian Liuxian paused, his body stiffened, and he quickly left without looking back.

Zishu may not be inferior to the sword and immortality in terms of talent, but for Bu Feihua, people are emotional, but the essence is also selfish. After all, a bowl of water is difficult to balance.

After a short while, Jian Liuxian returned to Bu Feihua's study and glanced at Master Own.

"Master, I have already explained it."

Bufei put down his books and stood up, "Okay then! Let's go!"

Bu Feihua took two steps, and found that the own disciple had a different look. He stood there in a daze, as if there was something on his mind.

Seeing Jian Liuxian hesitated to speak and stopped, he said in a deep breath: "Liuxian, you should understand that for me, you are not only my disciple, but also my heir. You and others are Different."

Jian Liuxian shook his body, raised his head to look at Master Own, and met those wise eyes. He felt complicated in his heart and said softly, "The disciple understands."

This remark undoubtedly shows that personal transmission is after all personal transmission.

In a short time, two figures walked out of the selfish school, facing the heavy snow of goose feathers. They were dressed in thin clothes, but their bodies were very tall and straight.

They left their deep footprints on the snow, and then they were covered by the snow all over the sky, the footprints faded, and they were slowly covered in the thick snow.

Standing at the gate of the private school, Zishu looked lonely, watching Teacher Own and his brother go away step by step.

He stood for a long time, like a sculpture.

This stop was half a day, half a day later, Zi Shu shook the heavy snow on his body and returned to the private school.

He stroked the ruler that the teacher once held, reminiscing about past episodes.

The midwinter is here, and the night is always coming very quickly. Even though it's just a time, the sky seems to be dark in an instant.

Dark and cold.

It was not just this cold winter that was dark and cold, but also Zishu's heart was dark and cold.

He seemed to faintly sounded, in a scene seven years ago, when he was still a child, that day his mother took her to this private school.

He knelt in front of the teacher and performed a teacher apprenticeship.

The teacher asked him: "What's your name?"

"My name is Tie Zhu."

"Tie Zhu?"

Zishu remembered the teacher's frown at that time, at that time Own was nervous.

"The name Tie Zhu is too mundane, it can only be regarded as a nickname. Let's do it! Your surname is Li, I will ask you to choose a name, and it will be called... Seeking joy! Since I have chosen to be my disciple, I should also be obliged to do it. If you take a word, call it Zishu!"

"Li Xunhuan...Word: Zishu."

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