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"...Some people even say that King Yu's tripod and dragon-shaped three-three styles, the five-color light of the peacock, and the vast river passed down by the master are all related to it!

Even, legend has it that he was behind the scenes of that terrifying battle. "

Zeng San looked at An Qisheng, and there was an inquiring in his words: "Where did the Daoist get the five-color light, the old man has no intention of knowing, but he wants to know, in the inheritance that the Daoist has received, is there any question about the "Great Xia Xiansheng" 'The record..."

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

However, in the Confucian collection room accumulated over tens of thousands of years, there is no record of the establishment of the Great Zhou until the establishment of the Great Xia.

The records about that period of time are mostly "legends" and "supposedly", and even hypotheses and fabricated by posterity.

For example, there were rumors.

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

Even the Master had asked his sect for advice.

At first, Zeng San didn't believe the rumors that were so exaggerated to be nearly distorted, but they were a little shaken in the process of pursuing those years.

Because, among the many historical sites, among the ruins of the former dynasty, he could clearly feel that period of time buried by people.

There must be an existence beyond imagination.

Otherwise, he couldn't understand how the human race and the demon race, who regarded each other as great enemies, would stand together during the years of war.

"Great Xia Xiansheng..."

An Qisheng lightly buckled the stone table, whispering to himself.

Without the necessary information, he couldn't explore the "Great Xia Xiansheng" in Zeng Sankou, but faintly, he felt that the person must be related to himself.

There were ripples in his heart, and he couldn't help but recall the scenes he had seen through the underground monster a few months ago.

Will the so-called ‘Daxia Xiansheng’ be his own soul incarnation?

At this point, he felt a great weight in his heart.

Because he remembers clearly.

The little seven-colored tree that fell from the sky brushed off the giant with an axe, the great demon holding a stick to the sky, and the bull demon who topped the mountain.

And the colorful peacock with wings spread...

If that Daxia Xianshengguo is really his own soul incarnation, then there is no doubt that he has already lost a lot.

And if that Daxia Xiansheng is not...

"Fellow?"

Seeing An Qisheng pondering for a long time without saying a word, Zeng San shook his head slightly: "If there is some reluctance, the old man is not the one who digs into the roots."

"It's not."

An Qisheng held the wine glass and shook his head and asked, "The Confucian collection is well-known in the world, but I don't know if there is a detailed record of the "peacock"?"

"That peacock is famous all over the world for its five-color divine light, everything is unbreakable. It is the king of the ten sacred powers, and is as famous as my Confucian ‘great river’...

Later, as the peacock was defeated by the old Buddha on Mount Xumi's "Seven Treasures", the five-color divine light slowly disappeared between the heavens and the earth. There is no such king of magical powers in the peacock clan. . "

Zeng San sighed: "All the disciples of Confucianism have been searching for those years, but unfortunately, they have received very little, and even few 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, he didn't know the name of the peacock, but the master who passed down the Confucian line. He didn't know the real name taboo!

This is the shame of him and the entire Confucianism.

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

Confucianism is taboo against ‘forgetting ancestors by counting the verses’. They are biased towards themselves, even without knowing the names of their ancestors!

"In those years, no one seems to know."

An Qisheng was not surprised by this result. Even Sa Wuling's transmission of time and space was distorted and distorted, and Confucianism would not have been too detailed.

"Perhaps it is so."

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

"Friends of Daoist have a five-color light, maybe they will be in trouble. The name of the king of the next ten magical powers is too big."

Throughout the ages, how many masters have been born in the ten thousand races and all spirits, and the number of supernatural powers is like the sand of the Ganges.

The five-color divine light overwhelms countless supernatural powers, ranking among the top ten supernatural powers of the sage, naturally coveted, which is inevitable.

Just like Confucianism, in tens of thousands of years, how many disciples have pursued the search for the ‘Great River’ as their lifelong pursuit?

There are bound to be waves in this world of five-color light.

"Buddha and Yaozu?"

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

Compared to the person behind the scenes, the possible trouble caused by the five-color light is simply not worth mentioning.

"The five-color divine light has a lot to do with it, not just Buddhism, but the demon race may also move."

Zeng San glanced at the mountains where the restlessness had not yet subsided, and shook his head slightly:

"Although in the ancient years, the Demon Realm was knocked out of dust and reduced to the'Beast Dao', but the Hundred-legged Worm died but was not stiff, and it was inevitable that there were several old monsters."

"The Demon Realm was knocked down and became the'Beast Road'?"

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

It seems that the Yaozu is much more bleak than he thought.

But it's also right. If it weren't really bleak, how could a big demon king cross the boundary?

"Friends of Taoism seem to be interested in ancient history?"

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

"Thank you old man."

An Qisheng sincerely thanked him for taking the ancient scroll.

Compiling history is by no means an easy task, whether it is in the profound star, or in the long-floating realm, in this immortal way, it is especially difficult.

In a world with years that can be taken away from history, the difficulty can be imagined.

"The history of family ancestors should have been passed down to the world, but unfortunately..." Zeng San poured himself a drink, Ren An Qisheng flipped through the books, his thoughts were erratic.

This thin side of the ancient scroll is made by many disciples of Confucianism who have walked around the world for tens of thousands of years, searching for the secrets.

Precious anomaly.

It is a pity that it is impossible to publish it all over the world.

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

"good stuff!"

Just as An Qisheng opened the book, the sound of the three-hearted blue spirit boy sounded in his ears.

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

An Qisheng turned to look at the scroll in a hurry, as if he was looking very seriously, but deep in his eyes, there was already a mark slowly condensing.

This is the will that remains on this ancient scroll. With this, An Qisheng can see how the Confucian ancestor once wrote this scroll.

However, he did not rush to check.

"gain much."

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

"Friend Hong Daoist rescued the old man this time. How can I repay the kindness with a mere ancient scroll? Fellow Daoist said before, but I don't know where the old man can help?"

Zeng San put away the ancient scroll and said with a serious face: "As long as an old man can do it, he will not disappoint fellow Daoists."

"Then thank you for the first generation."

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

"Ok?"

Zeng San's brows frowned slightly, and then he eased: "Since the "Sage" and the "King" are separated, the collection room is also divided into two. But I don't know which one the friends want to look at?"

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

No matter which school or school, the place where the sect collects books is absolutely forbidden. Although he is the master of Confucianism, Confucianism has three veins.

Although his status is extremely high, his influence in the other two veins may not be enough for them to open the collection room.

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

"One governs the world and one major in practice."

Zeng San answered.

An Qisheng naturally understands Zeng San's meaning, and has no intention to repay his favor, intentionally reluctantly. He just smiled and said, "Although Confucianism and Taoism are not my way, the former is more satisfactory."

"So, naturally there is no problem."

Zeng San let out a sigh of relief, raised his hand and drank the glass of wine, then shook the empty jug before he got up and laughed:

"The wine is empty, and people should go! Do you want to go with the old man at this time?"

"But it's not in a hurry."

An Qisheng got up to see him off, but only shook his head when he heard the words: "There are still some things to clean up. After some time, let's trouble the old gentleman."

"So, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Zeng is waiting for fellow Taoists to drive!"

Zeng San waved his sleeves and the voice floated, he stepped out in one step and landed on the Yuanxiang tattoo car.

An Qisheng stopped and looked far away.

But he only heard the old Confucian hello, and then called Lin Baimei to pull the cart.

The latter was startled at first, and then overjoyed, he hurriedly caught up in the air, put on the reins, and walked away.

In a few moments, it was far away.

.......

Huhu~

As the clouds and currents rolled, the cars went eastward, the speed was so fast that the birds were hard to reach.

Lin Baimei, who had received guidance, was more willing than before, and forgotten the matter of assisting Wang Xuangan in chasing the murderer.

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

The jade-like little white elephant lay on the palm of Zeng San's hand in front of the pubic area, looking up at Zeng San, with a weak tone:

"His physique is so strong!"

"Do you still use it?"

Zeng San flipped the palm of his hand and covered the little white elephant between his hands: "Go to sleep, it really hurts the origin, then I really can't make up for it."

"Woo~"

The little white elephant wanted to say something, but fell asleep irresistibly.

"Taoist Hongxuan..."

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

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

.......

Old Buddha Xumi...the first saint of Daxia...

Five colors of light...

The Seven Treasure Tree...

Amidst the slightly chilly wind on the mountain top as the setting sun was fading, An Qi slumped and sat, but cut the mixed thoughts in his heart.

The divine will moved slightly, and in my heart, the brand of the ancient scroll has been brightened.

Hum~