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Heaven does not give birth to Confucius.

This sentence highly summarizes the position of the old master in the hearts of the world, not to mention that it is from the mouth of the ancient magic guide Jiang Ziya, and the weight is naturally extremely heavy.

Tonight, when I saw the legendary character, not only the newly-entered students fell into madness, but even the old students couldn't help but be excited.

According to the old tradition, the sacrament of sacrificial offerings is presided over by one of the three saints. That being said, the only one who appears is Zhuang Zhou.

Mo Zi has been running away since a certain accident, and has never returned since. He often hears news of witnesses outside the college.

But the Confucius Divine Dragon did not see the end. Even if he stayed in the college all year round, no one could be fortunate enough to see him. Said the students of the previous few years, no one of them could have seen it.

"This time, actually appeared..."

Everyone under the platform looked up at the Master, and they all sighed.

"How many people are enrolled this time?"

The voice of the Master is extremely penetrating, and it travels down from the sky and spreads to all corners of the ground.

The Tsing Yi man next to Lian Po stood up and said in a straight voice: "Return to Master, exactly three thousand."

The teacher laughed loudly after listening: "Three thousand disciples, a good number, there will be three thousand dragons in the future."

The Tsing Yi man quickly said on behalf of the new students: "Master Zun Mi praised."

The Master moved slowly in the sky and came to the front of the new students, but he was still suspended, meaningless to touch the ground. The people under the platform could only see the Master's back, and the atmosphere was a bit anxious.

"Who are you? Where are you from? Where are you going?"

This sentence came out from the mouth of Confucius, Ma Yuan and they all looked at it and immediately pondered the answer in their hearts.

The Master continued: "As long as any of you can answer this question, I will answer the question raised by that person. Everyone has a chance, and I will ask it one by one."

The words said that the freshmen on the stage were stunned for a while, and then ecstasy appeared on their faces, and they could all understand how precious it was to get the professor's own professor.

For the students who came to Jixia to study not far from the scene, the Confucius's answer can be comparable to the kingship and wealth of a country, or beyond.

Ma Yuan also has doubts.

Born to be human, there can be no doubts, and these doubts are often not resolved. Even after ten years of thinking, it has only evolved into a more complicated situation.

The only thing he had trouble with was choosing which question to ask the Master, and the question "Who am I, where did I come from, what am I going to do?" That's it.

The Master continued: "I asked three questions. You can only ask one question. At the same time, this question has three limitations. First, let's not talk about the past and the future; second, don't talk about me; third, don't talk about Jixia. Cause and effect. Anything else, you know?"

The man in Tsing Yi next to Lian Po stood up quickly and replied on behalf of his disciples: "Everyone knows."

At this time, Cai Yong looked at Ma Yuan on the high platform showing envy. If he knew in advance that Master would come and teach Taoism in person, he would ask Ma Yuan to help himself with a question.

It was a question that had haunted him for many years. Although it didn't matter, it never dissipated, so Cai Yong couldn't help but sigh in awe. Lianpo turned his head slightly, glanced at his classmates with a deep expression.

"I don't know what you are thinking, it's just that this thing will cause a devastating disaster for Ji Ji, if it is you, you won't get down on it."

But these words stayed in Lian Po's heart, and they were unable to say it, and they held back their stomachs.

Back on the stage, someone soon thought about the problem, and gestured to Confucius's four eyes.

"it is good."

The Master nodded, his right hand stretched forward, and a laser was shot, illuminating the place where the new disciple entered. At this time, he appeared extremely abrupt.

"You seem to think about it, let's talk about it first."

The man was a little nervous. He paid the teacher salute to the Confucius before saying slowly: "The Confucius, who is named Ye Tianluo, comes from the Great Qin Dongfu City and expects to change Qin's Dafa."

Master: "Then your question is..."

Ye Tianluo bowed the ceremony again and said, "Dare to ask the Confucius, what about the Fa's family, must it be humane?"

Master: "How?"

Ye Tianluo: "Civil Law, Merchant Law, Military Law, Official Law, Laws of the World."

The Confucius asked again: "What is the human relationship?"

Ye Tianluo: "Preference for people's livelihood."

The Master sighed.

"I saw a person earlier, like a dragon, not like an ordinary thing. He once said that the people do not know themselves as the people. The scattered people in the world have set the country after birth, but in fact it is not the case, just someone Repeatedly telling him that he is a citizen of this country, he has the consciousness of being a citizen. If no one teaches, he can wander in all directions."

Ye Tianluo's brows locked tightly:

"Mr. mean..."

Confucius: "The law restrains both the people and the king; on the other hand, the law gives the royal family the noble power and the people's right to live. The human condition you mentioned needs a measure that evolves over time. There will also be changes. The answers to the questions you mentioned are yes, but they are not direct. In addition, the relationship is abominable and the law can be negligent...

After the Master finished, Ye Tianluo was already settled. He was obsessed, and he seemed to be thinking deeply, and other people showed an envious look.

Seeing this, the Master ignored it and asked again:

"But someone else has questions?"

With their doubts in mind, they all scrambled to look at the Master, hoping that the second one would point to himself.

Soon, the second person decided that the Master's right hand moved slightly, and the light turned to the body of a burly man. This person's muscles were massive, and Kong Wu was powerful.

"Teacher. I am Xi'an in Xi'an. Although I am the first of the scholars, I want to be a general and kill the Quartet in the future."

"Oh, then your question is art of war?"

The Master showed a playful look.

The man categorically denied: "No, Master. I have no feeling for commanding the war, but just hope to have the eagerness to stand in front of the army. So, I want to know how I, who have just entered the real name class, can quickly become Sanctuary level?"

Hearing this problem, everyone around was puzzled.

The person in front of him was the Confucius, the ancient eternal long rod that penetrated the ancient existence, and the depth of wisdom was unmatched.

The question raised by the first person is okay, but the question raised by this person is actually a matter of cultivation and improvement, which is too vulgar and short.

The Master laughed and waved his long sleeves:

"If you want to be a sanctuary, I can let you do it now!"

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