Super Elation Under the Sun

There are exceptions to everything.

The old man and the cloud saint's scolding war, no matter how concealed by the saint afterwards, but his defeat to the old gentleman is a fact and cannot be changed.

Master Zhou was standing in front of the hut, and no one around here could come here. The saint's methods were so simple.

A ray of energy left Master Zhou's fingers and went to the hut.

There was wind outside the hut, and Master Zhou standing in the wind.

There was an old gentleman in the hut, with his eyes closed, lying on the simple wooden bed, snoring slightly.

I think I should fall asleep.

It's just that Master Zhou has already revealed that he has arrived at the door, how could this old gentleman remain indifferent?

Even if the old gentleman wanted to remain indifferent, Master Zhou would not allow it.

With just a slight movement, the wooden bed began to sway, not much, but it always prevented the old gentleman from pretending to sleep, and the person who pretended to sleep could not wake up, but the old gentleman opened his eyes.

Opening his eyes, the old gentleman sat up quickly and stared at the broken door. The old gentleman frowned and shouted: "Who is so boring and teasing an old man like me?"

This is asking knowingly.

For a monk of the realm of the old gentleman, there are not many people in the whole world who can make him feel attentive, but he still feels that the aura from the outside prevents him from having any intent to fight. The reason for the intent to fight is naturally not because of that energy. The machine is kind, but that person is too strong to win.

If there is no chance of winning, it doesn't matter if it is not noisy.

This is the old gentleman's code of conduct for so many years, and it has not changed. The reason for not quarreling is because there is no quarrel, and the same is true for not fighting. They are all the same.

Master Zhou looked at the broken hut, knowing that the old man was going to pretend to be a ghost, frowned slightly, did not say anything, just took a step forward, and the whole person fell into the hut.

There are very few things in the hut, a wooden table, a chair, and a wooden bed.

Master Zhou sat on the chair, looking at the old man sitting on the bed.

The two looked at each other and didn't say much, but the old man knew what Master Zhou was thinking, and Master Zhou also knew what the old gentleman thought. In fact, two people don't need to say much to know the whole story, but things are not so simple. .

Master Zhou was silent for a while, then said, "I talked to Ye Xiujing

, Su Ye enters the cloud, nothing will happen, Liang also enters the cloud, we will not do anything, just keep the current situation, it is meaningless, the situation of mountains and rivers has not changed for six thousand years. Not very good. "

The old man has no expression.

Master Zhou continued: "If you still can't let go of the old things, I can send a decree."

The old man turned his head, there was no happy expression, on the contrary, he became more and more indifferent, "This is the so-called people who take tea cold?"

Master Zhou looked at him without speaking.

Things are first and foremost.

Regarding the question of whether Confucianism will play a more important role in the future, the old things in those days naturally seem less important.

The old man stood up, his whole body trembling a little, not because of old age or anger, but some involuntary.

The old man looked at Master Zhou and didn't speak.

Master Zhou is also waiting for answers.

It's quiet again.

After a while, the old man said: "I stay in this hut, not because I am afraid of death, nor because I am afraid of him. If so, after he left the world, I will come out. If you think about something, you don’t want to come out if you can’t figure it out. If you want me to enter the cloud, you have to wait for me to figure it out. If you can’t figure it out, I won’t leave.”

Master Zhou had some weird emotions in his eyes, "There are many things in this world that I don't know clearly. There are tens of thousands of things I know. If everything is so entangled, there is no need to practice."

The old man's interest is not high, even when facing the Confucian leader in front of him, he has no feeling of awe.

Master Zhou let out a suffocating breath.

He didn't come out to say a few words of justice at the beginning, because he felt that the old gentleman and him were not on the same road. Even if one day, this old gentleman came from the world to the clouds, he would never stand beside him. He is on the bank of the river.

It's just that the current situation is different, that he came to the palace in person.

The old man looked at Master Zhou for a few times, and then fell down, which is a sign that the words are over, no need to say more.

He is a monk who climbs upstairs, he is definitely not Master Zhou’s opponent, and Master Zhou has a respected position. If others see him treating Master Zhou like this, I’m afraid it’s not much.

After a long time, it will be cast aside by thousands of people.

Master Zhou stood up and said calmly: "There are thousands of great roads, and each has its own way, but since those roads were opened by the predecessors, we should give birth to some gratitude instead of what they are now."

After saying this, regardless of the old man's heart, Master Zhou had already returned to the hut anyway.

After returning to the hut, Master Zhou glanced at Tian Tian.

All those energies dissipated, and soon a middle-aged man with a book on his waist appeared here.

Master of the Academy, Su Ye.

The master of academy took a look at Master Zhou, and soon bowed his fists, his expression was gentle, and no one could fault him.

Master Zhou nodded slightly and said softly, "I have to take care of the matter of entering the cloud."

After saying this, Master Zhou didn't talk about the matter any more, just glanced at Su Ye, and disappeared.

Su Ye looked at the broken hut and tentatively asked, "Sir?"

"roll!"

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After going to the academy, Master Zhou's mood was not good, but it was not bad either.

He stood in the clouds, looked at a certain place, walked a few steps forward, then looked at the horizon and said: "All sorts of deductions, at this time, there is no use at all, you still have to explore by yourself."

There was a voice from outside the sky.

Master Zhou stood there, listening for a while, and then said, "This is the way the Dao is."

There was another vague voice.

Master Zhou said: "This is the best way."

After saying this, Master Zhou walked towards the clouds.

Snow is falling between heaven and earth.

Snow is not snow, but sword intent.

There is as much snow here, there is as much sword intent, as much sword energy as there is.

Master Zhou could not count, but feeling these sword intents reminded him of the sword fairy Chao Qingqiu who had left the world.

He looked at the talisman below the clouds, at the golden lights, at the sword intents.

Then he opened the book of Confucianism very calmly.

In just an instant, the sound of great roads sounded between heaven and earth, as if countless Confucian sages extolled the doctrines of those sages, those voices came from the book, with magnificent auras.

Master Zhou looked down, his expression indifferent.