In his memory, Linzi was the capital of Qidi, and Jixia Academy, which was the most famous and most coveted by educated people in the world, was located in Linzi.

Various scholars preach, and hundreds of schools of thought contend.

In Ji Qiu's impression, in the future, half of the powerful scholars from various countries and hundreds of schools of thought came from this academy.

For example, the Taoist Madman Li, the great leader of the Mohists, the military sages who wrote biographies, the leaders of the Legalists, and other semi-saints and even figures who are expected to be canonized all came from this place.

Here they call each other their masters, explore each other's extraordinary paths, and argue against academic methods.

That is where the strong are not necessarily right, and the weak are not necessarily wrong.

If there is something to be said for it, the disciples will also call it "Sir" and go back to seek the answer.

Disciples who embark on the path of study, study the essentials of the scriptures, and embark on the path to transcendence. The forerunners who are ahead of them will also answer their questions and give them advice without hesitation.

Ji Qiu felt.

There, you should gain something.

Not to mention anything else, I will only talk about the benevolence of Confucianism, the righteousness of Mohism, the principles of Legalism, and the sages of Taoism.

If we can see each other, in this era, we can sit down together and discuss the way forward.

Presumably, it will benefit a lot and make Ji Qiu see the road ahead more clearly.

The vision just now stirred up the storm for a while.

This caused a lot of panic among the workers in the side-by-side wooden houses, thinking that some god-blooded minister in Linzi City had unleashed his wrath outside the city.

Ji Qiu turned a blind eye to this and walked straight towards the mountains.

Although his cultivation level is low, his Taoist body is a natural phenomenon, and the movement and silence have been reduced to the minimum.

But to ordinary people, it is still overwhelming, like the wrath of heaven.

And there is no guarantee that it will really attract the investigation of the divine blood in Linzi City. It would be fine if it was just a 'gentry' comparable to Daoji.

But what if it was a ‘Doctor Qing’ who could compete with Jin Dan?

That may not be friendly to Ji Qiu now.

Therefore, it is better to avoid the sharp edge for the time being. Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.

not to mention.

According to the simulation trajectory, fire fell from the sky the day before yesterday. Today, he will meet a person in the wilderness outside Linzi City.

Meeting someone who changed the trajectory of his simulation life.

Walk along the Linzi River all the way to the upper reaches.

The master took Yan Ziyuan with him, and he paused for a moment as he watched a sudden burst of visions arise.

"Zi Yuan, do you think there are any saints in this world?"

Hearing the Master's inquiry, the disciples accompanying him pondered for a moment.

He also noticed the vision just now. Yesterday, the sky rained down fire, and today, the situation in hundreds of miles changed suddenly.

And based on the ancient history before Zhou Dynasty that Mr. once taught.

Could it be that a saint really came to this world?

Next to the two of them, a boat was crossing the river.

A Zi River separates the two sides.

At this end of the shore are mountains and wilderness, and in the mountains and wilderness, all that exists are sparse villages, and the people living in them are all ordinary people.

What they do all day long is just to work hard, digging for the spiritual mines, elixirs, or other things requested by the divine-blood nobles, and finally exchange them for a basket of food to satisfy their hunger, and the day has passed.

Tiring and monotonous.

Opposite the shore is the huge ancient city, Linzi, the capital of Qi.

Inside, there are the king of Jiang Qi who existed before ancient times, as well as the princes who surrendered to him or were exterminated by him, as well as the ministers and scholars who were loyal to Qi.

There are also the thousands of ordinary people crawling at their feet.

They played the ninth-rate positions such as grooms, carpenters, craftsmen, butchers, etc. Everything they did was to serve the officials, officials, and scholars.

It's like a gear that keeps turning until it gets rusty and decays, with no chance of making any further progress.

Ever since he had doubts under the mulberry tree, the master's mind became more and more wandering.

Every time he saw the ordinary scenery in the past, he couldn't help but frown slowly.

Even Qi, who was known for his generosity and kindness towards ordinary people, was like this.

The other countries he traveled to were tyrannical and treated ordinary people like slaves, but they were nothing.

Just when Master's heart was heavy.

There was a breath on the opposite side, but it caught his attention.

The middle-aged man in Confucian robes and the accompanying disciple Yan Ziyuan raised their heads together.

He saw a young man slowly walking out between the mountains and fields, and his eyes couldn't help but focus on it.

Just one glance, and his eyes lit up.

What a handsome young man!

If he hadn't seen clearly the coarse linen clothes he was wearing and his jade-like skin, he would have almost thought he was a descendant of some divine blood family.

However, in front of the Confucius, a sub-sage who is comparable to the ancient divine blood, and even the king of divine blood.

But he could tell at a glance that the young man in front of him was just an ordinary citizen like him.

No!

It cannot be said that they are ordinary people.

The master seemed to have noticed something, his expression was no longer dull, and he showed a little excitement:

"That's the person."

He whispered.

This person is the person involved in the fire that fell from the sky last night!

Not only that.

Master

I also saw some other things.

Why does his body spontaneously attract the "qi" of those old madmen who talk about it all day long and study it day and night?

Why is it that he is just a young man from the mountains, but he has surging energy and blood in his body?

and

The blood was so boiling that it almost turned into smoke!

It is comparable to the taboo secret weapons forged by bathing in animal blood, or even bathing in the blood of gods, which were only recently developed!

Also, why does he have Wenxin and still give people the impression that the sea is as vast as the heaven and the earth?

besides

inside his body

Why is the blood of King Xuan Shang flowing with ancient historical records and glowing with golden flowers?!

Master's breathing stopped for a moment.

Fire falls from the sky, and a saint is born.
Chapter completed!