"...Some people say that King Yu's Dingyi dragon-shaped three-three-style, the peacock's five-color divine light, and the mighty river passed down by the master are all related to it!

In fact, according to legend, he was the man behind the terrifying battle. "

Zeng San looked at An Qisheng, and his words were also inquiring: "Where did the Taoist friend get the five-color divine light, the old man had no intention of knowing, but wanted to know if there was anything in the inheritance that the Taoist friend had obtained about the 'Xiansheng Daxia' 'The record..."

Confucianism values ​​history and humanities far more than any other sect. As the leader of contemporary Confucianism, he is naturally no exception.

However, in the collection room accumulated by Confucianism for tens of thousands of years, there is only a lack of records from the establishment of the Great Zhou Dynasty until the establishment of the Great Xia Kingdom.

Most of the records about that period of time are 'legends', 'supposedly', or even the conjectures and fabrications of later generations.

For example, there were rumors.

It is said that there is a Taoist who came from outside the sky and cultivated the Great Xia Sage King 'Yu', cultivated the 'First Demon of Zhu Ji' Kong, and cultivated the Seven Great Sages of the Demon Race.

Even the Master had asked for advice from his disciples.

At first, Zeng San didn't believe such an exaggerated rumor that was almost distorted, but in the process of pursuing that period for many years, he was a little shaken.

Because, in the ruins of many historical sites and the former dynasty, he could clearly feel that in the years when they were buried.

There must be someone beyond imagination.

Otherwise, he couldn't understand how the human race and the monster race, who regarded each other as great enemies, could stand together in the years when the ten thousand races were fighting.

"The Great Xia Sage..."

An Qisheng lightly buckled the stone table and muttered to himself.

Without the necessary information, he couldn't explore the "Sage of Great Xia" in Zeng San's mouth, but faintly, he felt that the person must have something to do with him.

Ripples appeared in his heart, and he couldn't help recalling the scenes he saw through the underground monster a few months ago.

Could the so-called 'Xiansheng of Great Xia' be the incarnation of his own primordial spirit?

As soon as he thought about it, a great heaviness arose in his heart.

Because he remembers it clearly.

The seven-colored tree that fell from the sky brushed down the giant with an axe and howl, the big demon with a stick swinging to the sky, and the bull demon who topped Mount Sumeru.

And the unruly peacock with its five-colored wings. . . .

If that Great Xia Xiansheng was really the incarnation of his own primordial spirit, then, without a doubt, he had already lost a great deal.

And if that Great Xia Xiansheng is not...

"Fellow?"

Seeing An Qisheng pondering for a long time without speaking, Zeng San shook his head slightly: "If you are reluctant, this old man is not the one to get to the bottom of things."

"It's not."

An Qisheng squeezed the wine glass, shook his head and asked, "The Confucian collection room is famous all over the world, but I don't know if there are detailed records about the 'peacock'?"

"That peacock is famous all over the world for its five-color divine light, and nothing can be broken. It is the king of the ten divine powers under the Holy Spirit, and it is as famous as my Confucian 'The Great River'...

Later, after the peacock was defeated by the 'Seven Treasures Magical Art' of the old Buddha on Mount Sumeru, the five-color divine light slowly disappeared between the heaven and the earth, and there is no king of this magical power in the peacock family. . "

Zeng San sighed: "The disciples of all Confucian dynasties are looking for those years, but unfortunately, they got very little, and not many even know the name of the peacock..."

At this point, Zeng San paused slightly, and his face became extremely ugly.

He didn't say a word.

That is, not only the name of the peacock he didn't know, but also the master who passed down the Confucian lineage, the real name taboo, he didn't know either!

This is him and the shame of the whole Confucianism.

Confucianism has been pursuing it for tens of thousands of years, and there is no reason for this.

The Confucian taboos of 'forgetting the sects of the scriptures', they were born on their own, and they didn't even know the names of their ancestors!

"No one seems to know about those years."

An Qisheng was not surprised by this result. Even Sa Wuling's communication across time and space was distorted, and Confucianism would not have too much detail.

"Perhaps so."

Zeng San sighed and calmed down his heart, no longer entangled in this topic, and instead said:

"Fellow Daoist has five colors of divine light, maybe, there will be trouble. The name of the king of the ten divine powers under the Holy Spirit is too big."

Throughout the ages, all races and spirits have given birth to many masters, and the number of magical powers is like the sand of the Ganges.

The five-color divine light swept over countless divine powers, and was ranked among the ten kings of divine powers under the Holy Spirit. Naturally, he had coveted it, which was unavoidable.

Just like Confucianism, how many disciples have pursued their lifelong pursuit of retrieving the "Great River" for tens of thousands of years?

In the present world of five-color divine light, there will inevitably be waves.

"Buddhist and demon clan?"

An Qisheng naturally knew this, but he didn't care much.

Compared to the person behind the scenes, the trouble that the five-color divine light may cause is simply not worth mentioning.

"The five-color divine light has a lot to do with it. Not only Buddhism, but the demon clan may also act."

Zeng San glanced at the restless mountains, and shook his head slightly:

"Although in the ancient years, the demon world was knocked out of dust and reduced to the 'beast's way', but the hundred-legged worm is dead but not stiff, and there are inevitably a few old monsters."

"The demon world was knocked down and became the 'beast way'?"

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, and he thought of the cross-border demon king again.

It seems that the demon clan is much more bleak than he imagined.

But that's right, if it wasn't really bleak, how could a big demon king be able to cross the border?

"You seem to be interested in ancient history?"

Zeng San flipped through it, took out a yellowed booklet and handed it to An Qisheng: "This is the 'history' that my ancestors built on the basis of the classics I have searched for many years in Confucianism. Without the Great Xia Dynasty, the upper and lower dynasties, there are records..."

"Thank you sir."

An Qisheng took over the ancient scroll and sincerely thanked him.

Cultivating history is by no means an easy task, whether it is in Xuanxing, or in Jiufujie, or in the immortal realm, it is especially difficult.

One can imagine the difficulty of cultivating history in a world where time can be taken away.

"The history of the ancestors should have been passed on to the world, but unfortunately..." Zeng San poured his own drink, Ren An Qisheng flipped through the scrolls, and his thoughts were erratic.

Behind this thin scroll on one side, there are many disciples of Confucianism who have traveled the world for tens of thousands of years, searching for secrets.

Extraordinarily precious.

Unfortunately, it is absolutely impossible to publish it in the world.

Some things, even today's Confucianism, is simply insurmountable.

"nice one!"

Just as An Qisheng opened the book, the voice of the three-hearted blue soul boy rang in his ears.

This little guy is extremely sensitive to information, and through An Qisheng's eyes, he immediately recorded all the information in this ancient scroll.

An Qisheng, however, was not rushing to flip through the scroll, as if he was reading it very seriously, but in the depths of his eyes, a brand was slowly condensed.

This is the will that remains on this ancient scroll, so An Qisheng can spy on the scene where the ancestor of Confucianism once wrote this scroll.

However, he was not in a hurry to check.

"gain much."

After the brand was condensed, An Qisheng handed the scroll back to Zeng San to express his thanks.

"Daoist friend Hong rescued the old man this time. How can I repay the kindness with just an ancient scroll? Daoist friend said before that he wanted something, but I don't know, where is the old man who can help?"

Zeng San put away the ancient scroll and said sternly: "As long as this old man can do it, he will not disappoint fellow Daoists."

"Then thank you old man for being perfect."

An Qisheng picked up the glass and directly stated his purpose: "I heard that Confucianism has a 'collection room' with ancient and modern scrolls..."

"Ok?"

Zeng San's brow wrinkled imperceptibly, and then calmed down: "Since the 'Saint' and the 'King' split up, the collection room has also been divided into two. But I don't know which one you want to see?"

This requirement may seem simple, but it is not easy.

No matter which school or faction, the place where the sect collects books is absolutely forbidden. Although he is the head of the Confucian school, there are three lines of Confucianism.

Although he has a very high status, his influence among the other two branches may not be enough for them to open their collection room.

"What's the difference?" An Qisheng put down his glass.

"One is to rule the world, and the other is to practice."

Zeng San replied.

An Qisheng naturally understood Zeng San's meaning, and he didn't intend to repay his favor. He meant reluctantly. He just smiled and said, "Although Confucianism and Taoism are not my Taoism, the former is more in line with my heart."

"So, of course, there is no problem."

Zeng San sighed slightly, raised his hand to drink the wine in the glass, shook the empty jug again, and then got up and said with a smile:

"When the wine is empty, it's time for people to leave! Do fellow Daoists want to go with the old man at this time?"

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"But not in a hurry."

An Qisheng got up to see them off, but when he heard the words, he just shook his head: "There are still some things to clear up. After a while, go to trouble the old gentleman."

"So, Zeng waits for your fellow Daoist to drive!"

Zeng San waved his sleeves, and while the voice was floating, he stepped out and landed on the Yuanxiang embroidered car.

An Qisheng stopped and looked into the distance.

But only after hearing the old Confucian hello, he called Lin Baimei to pull the car.

The latter was startled at first, then overjoyed, hurriedly jumped into the air to catch up, put on the reins, and walked away.

A few moments are gone.

......

Huhu~

Between the tumbling clouds, the chariot went east, its speed was extremely fast, and it was hard for the birds to reach it.

Lin Baimei, who was instructed, was more willing than before, and also forgot about assisting Wang Xuangan in chasing the murderer.

"Master, you, did you recognize that person before?"

The jade-like little white elephant was lying on Zeng San's palm in front of his dantian, looking up at Zeng San with a weak tone:

"His physique is so strong!"

"You still need to say it?"

Zeng San flipped his palms over and covered the little white elephant between his hands: "Sleep, it really hurts the source, then it really won't make up for it."

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"Hongxuan Daoist..."

Feeling the light from behind him dissipate, Zeng San took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and the sigh disappeared, no one could hear:

"It's only fifty thousand years..."

......

Xumi Lao Buddha... Great Xia Sage...

Five-color divine light...

Seven Treasures Tree ......

On the top of the mountain where the sun was setting, and in the slightly chilling wind, An Qisheng fell down and sat down, cutting off the complicated thoughts in his heart.

God's will moved slightly, and in his heart, the brand of the ancient scroll was already bright.

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