In Baisheng Academy, Saint Zhang was lying on a rocking chair, holding a blood-red pocket watch in his hand, looking nostalgic.
Ten thousand years ago, he was still a young man named Zhang Xiaoer. He came from a poor family and worked as a herdsman for sheep and cattle to make ends meet.
Whenever I see my friends who are going to study, Xiaoer is very envious. When they come back from school, Xiaoer is greedy when they talk about the knowledge they have learned.
He really wants to learn.
Seeing this, a girl who was his childhood sweetheart secretly gave him tutoring lessons in her spare time, teaching him literacy and reading.
Unfortunately, the waiter's qualifications are dull and he has a hard time studying. What an ordinary person can remember in one day may take the waiter four or five days.
But this can't stop him. Since learning is very difficult, he will work hard. It takes you one day and I take four or five days, and I can still learn it.
This kind of life lasted for three full years. After three years, Xiao Er memorized a lot of knowledge. He decided not to herd cattle but to go to a private school and use the savings accumulated over the past few years to make a breakthrough.
Unfortunately, her childhood sweetheart moved away at this time because she was betrothed to a scholar by her parents.
Xiao Er was very sad that night, but he did not go to his childhood sweetheart. He just hid in the ruined temple and cried alone. The heavy rain covered up his crying.
No one will know how much Zhang Xiaoer likes that girl.
Just like no one knows how much Zhang Xiaoer likes reading.
He really likes it from the bottom of his heart!
It's just that he is stupid, stupid, and useless.
After that rainy night, Zhang Xiaoer decided to go to private school, and the matter of his childhood sweetheart was suppressed in his heart.
After studying in private school for a year, his achievements were neither high nor low, but he would definitely not be able to become a scholar.
Zhang Shengren remembered clearly that on that day, the loud sound of gongs and drums startled him, and he watched with his own eyes the girl, with a pretty face, shyly getting into the sedan chair and being carried away.
This time Zhang Xiaoer didn't cry, just a little sad...
Well, he was very sad.
Sitting by the river with sparse grass, Zhang Xiaoer was really desperate.
In despair, the river washed down a blood-red pocket watch. The waiter saw it, then dropped a stone and smashed it accurately.
Tiandi Bank!
That was the first time Zhang Xiaoer heard of this place, and the only time he set foot in it in his life.
He exchanged his life for all the wisdom of a sage.
By the time he was completely reborn, three days had passed. His childhood sweetheart and his scholarly husband were living a happy life.
From then on, Zhang Xiaoer changed his name to Zhang Shengren, left his small place, and traveled around. Until today, he has become the leader of the Confucian community and the god in the hearts of scholars.
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In Tiandi Bank, Li Xiandao looked at Xiao Qi and asked, "Why is this Saint Zhang so calm?"
Xiao Qi was also surprised and said, "Perhaps he has taken everything lightly?"
Li Xiandao stared at Saint Zhang in the picture and asked in surprise: "The wisdom of the sages and saints given to him at the beginning has become so rich?"
If the wisdom given to Saint Zhang before was one, then ten thousand years later, this wisdom had increased to ten!
It can be said that it is incredible.
This can only be achieved if Zhang Shengren has been immersed in knowledge and philosophy for these ten thousand years, working hard to study and improve himself.
"It seems that he is not bad. At least he has fulfilled his promise." Xiao Qi felt better about Zhang Shengren.
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Long Mixu came to the garden, looked at the thin old man in front of him, and said, "I already know everything about you."
Zhang Shengren said calmly: "I guessed it when you sent me this, so who are you from Tiandi Bank?"
"The boss of Tiandi Bank is my master!" Long Mixu said calmly.
"I seem to have violated the contract back then. Are you here today to take away my life and soul?" Zhang Shengren asked.
He looked very calm, without fear or worry, as calm as water.
"Aren't you afraid?" Long Mixu asked in surprise.
Zhang Shengren also practiced Buddhism, but what he practiced was the Confucian aura of righteousness. If you cultivate a breath of aura of righteousness, you can live for a long time.
This is similar to spiritual practice. Once you reach a certain level, your longevity will increase.
Zhang Shengren has lived for more than ten thousand years, and his aura of righteousness must be very powerful when he hears it. If he takes action now, he can suppress Long Mixu with just one word.
But he had no such intention.
"Why should I be afraid? If I am wrong, then I am wrong and I will be punished." Zhang Shengren said seriously.
"You are really open-minded." Long Mixu sneered.
"Are you laughing at me?" Zhang Shengren asked.
"You are using the borrowed wisdom of sages and saints. Your achievements today are due to other people's wisdom." Long Mixu asked.
"Using other people's wisdom requires me to constantly add to it. The wisdom of the past is not the same as the wisdom of today. If you want to kill me, please do it yourself. If you are worried about being discovered, I can also help you. After leaving, he committed suicide." Zhang Shengren sighed, not wanting to explain.
Over the past ten thousand years, he has taught and educated people, founded Baisheng Academy, and had countless disciples under his command. Many poor children have been saved by him. He has done everything a scholar leader should do.
Zhang Shengren believed that he was worthy of this title.
So there is no need to explain to Long Mixu.
"I'm not here to kill you." Long Mixu shook his head.
"Then you are?" Zhang Shengren frowned and looked at Long Mixu.
"I want you to support me and ascend to the throne!" Long Mixu said firmly with the corner of his mouth raised.
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In Tiandi Bank, when Li Xiandao saw this scene, he waved his sleeves and the scene disappeared.
"Now the situation is clear. There are scholar leaders supporting Long Mixu and the eldest prince secretly supporting her. She only needs to be recognized by the royal group of elders." Li Xiandao said with satisfaction.
"This step is also the most difficult." Xiao Qi shook his head.
"It doesn't matter, just take your time." Li Xiandao waved his hand and said calmly.
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Beyond the Wall!
In the Daxia Dynasty, Xia Wuxu returned here, found all the senior officials of the Daxia Dynasty, and told the news that Daxia Longque was lost.
"Hmph, the other party must have broken through the saint realm and entered a higher realm, but I, the Great Xia Dynasty, are not easy to mess with." The emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty said coldly.
"We need to unite other forces. The three Dao Saints of the original Demon Sect have also been killed. Contact them to integrate the eighteen sects of the Demon Dao." Xia Wuxu said in a deep voice.
"I'll leave this matter to you. You lost the Daxia Dragon Bird and you will never be able to atone for it. If you can't get it back, you can commit suicide." The emperor of the Daxia Dynasty said coldly.
"I will contact the Original Demon Sect right away and unite all useful forces to kill the opponent in one fell swoop." Xia Wuxu said firmly.
"If I can't kill them, I will commit suicide!" Xia Wuxu issued a military order.
Chapter 3: Before writing this chapter, I revised Chapter 115 to cover some situations about the leader of the scholars, namely Zhang Shengren. Interested friends can go back and take a look.
It doesn't matter if you're not interested, it doesn't hurt anyway.
Continue writing the fourth update, the climax is coming.
(End of chapter)