Xun Yu was drowsy, his eyes were white and nothing was left.

He didn't know where he was, whether he was dead or alive. He had completely lost his way. He had snowed for more than ten days in a row, and could not see the sun or the stars. He just made a arduous journey on the snowfield that could not be seen at first sight with a belief. He had finished his jerky meat, and half a piece of wheat cake was eaten by him seven days ago. He didn't eat a bite for several consecutive days, and could only swallow the cold snow. He finally couldn't get out of the snowfield.

The last impression he remembered was the gloomy sky, the spiraling earth, and even these finally melted into a vast area.

The world is shaking and trembling, like the cradle of childhood.

A familiar and unfamiliar face suddenly appeared in front of Xun Yu's eyes, the face that gave him extraordinary abilities but also brought him endless burdens - mother Tang.

This face has disappeared in his memory for a long time. He always thought that he had forgotten his mother's face. But now, this face is particularly clear and kind, just like what he saw when he was in his infancy.

He is the pride of his mother, but his mother is his shame. Nothing else, it is just because his mother is the daughter of the infamous eunuch Tang Heng.

As he grew older, Xun Yu knew that he was different, and this difference came from his mother's bloodline. He didn't know how to deal with himself, so he could only study and consume his energy in those yellow and crisp ancient books. No one saw him, especially his mother. It was not until one day when the Tang family declined and his mother passed away in depression that he walked out of the study.

He saw a haggard face. But he knew that his mother was not yet thirty at that time. He stared at that face for a long time and always thought that he remembered this face, but unexpectedly, when he recalled his mother, he thought of that young and happy face, which was radiant.

It’s still a mother like this that looks good. Xun Yu sighed.

A series of screams suddenly came from his ears. He couldn't understand what it was, but he could hear the joy contained in the sound, just as the joy of his mother when she saw him wake up and stretched out her hands to hug him. He opened his eyes. There was a bright light in front of him, a little dazzling. He narrowed his eyes, calmed down, and slowly saw everything in front of him.

A young woman knelt in front of him, with a dark face, her cheeks were red in black, her hair was dark, her shiny black eyes were full of joy, and she looked at him straight and made a strange sound in her mouth.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

The woman clapped her hands excitedly, making a series of sounds in her mouth, but Xun Yu couldn't understand a single sentence. He frowned, slowed down his voice, and said word by word: "Who are you? Where am I?"

The woman looked at him in confusion and suddenly stood up and rushed out. Xun Yu raised his head hard and looked around. Then he found that there were transparent ice walls around him, with thick fur on the ground, and the fur smelled strongly. In the middle of the igloo, a pile of fire was burning, and a black pot was hanging on it. The flames licked the bottom of the pot and made a cheerful sound. White heat came out from the mouth of the pot and a sweet milky fragrance.

How can I make a house with ice? I still make fire inside, so I am not afraid of the ice wall falling? Xun Yu was surprised and suddenly remembered some of the contents recorded in Dongfang Shuo's travel notes, "The house of ice rides on deer". At that time, he thought it might be a copying mistake, and it should be "The house of ice rides on deer". Now a house made of ice really appears in front of him, and he couldn't believe his eyes for a moment.

Did I accidentally encounter those guides who were nomadic on the snow field all year round? Hope suddenly rose in Xun Yu's heart. If this is true, then the heavens would bless me, and the Confucian school would surely prosper. As soon as this thought came to my mind, Xun Yu shook his head again. "The heavens move forever, not for Yao, nor for Jie." If I could survive from death and turn danger into safety, it was also the reason for these people. What does it have to do with heaven?

After a while, a cool breeze surged in, and the woman walked in again, gestured with her hands for a while, and said something. Xun Yu didn't know what she was saying, so he could only guess what she meant to let him eat something. When it came to eating, Xun Yu's stomach started to scream in disarray.

The woman smiled sweetly. Although her appearance had nothing to do with charm, her expression was extremely charming at this moment, which made Xun Yu feel moved.

The woman took off the pot from the fire, poured half a bowl of snow-white milk for Xun Yu, and handed it to Xun Yu. Xun Yu wanted to raise his hand, but found that his limbs were weak and could not move. When the woman saw it, she walked to Xun Yu's side, picked up Xun Yu with one hand, held the bowl with the other, and reached Xun Yu's mouth.

After drinking half a bowl of steaming, sweet and delicious milk, Xun Yu slowly recovered his energy. Half a day later, a tall old man with a black and red face walked into the igloo, looked at Xun Yu, his eyes shining, and his expression was excited: "The Confucian Sect... is here?"

Although his accent is very stiff and awkward, it is undoubtedly in Chinese. It is not Luoyang dialect, but Chang'an dialect.

Xun Yu stood up and bowed to the end: "The Confucian Sect came to Xun Yu and met his father-in-law." As he said that, he took out a dark red wooden sign from his arms and handed it to the old man with both hands. On the wooden sign, a phoenix was born from the fire.

The old man received the card in his hand, tears in his eyes, took off his fur coat, revealing an old Confucian shirt. He opened the box in his arms, took out a Jinxian crown, and put it on his head. He stood up straight, spread his arms, spread his wings like a phoenix, bowed to Xun Yu, and cried before he could speak.

"I didn't expect that in this life, I could not only see the Chinese clothes twice, but also see the Confucian saints coming in person, and I died without regrets."

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"Mr. Chen has a deep prejudice against Futu." Liu Bian sighed with emotion: "So, how much does Mr. Chen know about Futu?"

Chen Ji said calmly: "The old minister doesn't know much about Futu. Although he is not interested, he doesn't have any disgust. But after living in Xuzhou for a while, the old minister hates Futu and feels deeply. Your Majesty, do you know that there is a man named Zhu Rong?"

Liu Bian shook his head.

"Zhu Rong was a native of Danyang and was a great family in the world. Tao Qian was the governor of Xuzhou. Zu Rong went to the affiliation. Tao Qian asked him to be the prime minister of Xia Pi and supervise Guangling and Pengcheng's grain. He was treated with great weight. But who knew that Cao Cao invaded the east and was in urgent need of support. When Pengcheng was in urgent need of support, Zu Rong swept away Guangling and Pengcheng's grain, and bewitched more than 30,000 people and more than 3,000 horses, causing Tao Qian to be unlimited and defeated again and again. When Zu Rong arrived at Guangling, Zhao Yu, the prefect of Guangling, was waiting for the guests' courtesy, but Zu Rong killed Zhao Yu, plundered Guangling, and crossed the river."

Chen Ji's eyes were sharp and said word by word: "Your Majesty, why can this stubborn and cruelty bewitch people's hearts? Because he practiced the same set of Futu. He did not want to farm every day, but only chanted scriptures and fed monks, and did not farm but woven clothes. This is the hope that Futu gave people. But the sky did not rain and chestnuts, and the ground did not grow silk. What they ate and ate, and the clothes they ate and ate were robbed. Every rice and every piece of garment was soaked with blood. Where can there be great compassion? Your Majesty wants to eliminate the demonic nature with such cruel evil ways, which is different from seeking fish from the tree."

Liu Bian was speechless for a moment. He knew that Chen Ji was a bit biased, but he had to admit that when Buddhism changed from philosophy to religion, it had actually changed its quality. The exquisiteness of philosophy has become the decay and hypocrisy of religion. Many people converted to Buddhism not to pursue great enlightenment, but to live a parasitic life without worries about food and clothing. Monks are a very realistic profession, not a spiritual pursuit.

However, he did not want to discuss this issue with Chen Ji.

"So Mr. Chen thinks, how can we resolve the demonic nature of the dragon?"

"Of course it's Confucianism." Chen Ji bowed and said, "Only by benevolence and righteousness in the heart and grand spirit can we eliminate the demonic nature and practice the kingly way in the world."

"Are you talking about Fengyi's Xin method?"

"Fengyi?" Chen Ji was stunned, with a look of surprise: "How can Fengyi have any mental methods?"

Liu Bian was also stunned. "You don't know Feng Yi's mind method, you are now..." He pointed at Chen Ji's big sleeves: "Isn't this... Feng Yi?"

"This is Fengyi, but there is no mental method. If you have to say that there is mental method, it is just a sense of awe."

Liu Bian blinked his eyes and couldn't help laughing. The more he thought about it, the more he felt ridiculous he felt, the more he couldn't stop laughing. Finally, he laughed a little. Chen Ji didn't say a word, looking at Liu Bian with a serious face, as if he were a sacrifice to the gods. If it were an ordinary person, he would never laugh in front of him. Even if he was as close as Chen Qun, he would be trembling when he saw his expression, as if he was walking on thin ice and did not dare to step over the line. However, Liu Bian obviously didn't care much about his dignity and solemnity. He smiled happily and unrestrainedly, making Chen Ji embarrassed and helpless.

After a long time, Liu Bian put away his smile. "I heard that the three kings of Xian father, son and brother are called the Three Lords, and they have an extraordinary realm. I don't know how you practice."

Chen Ji did not think: "Sit and forget!"

"Sitting forgot?" Liu Bian was a little surprised. Sitting forgottling is actually a kind of meditation. "Can you cultivate the great energy even if you sit forgotling?"

"If you have benevolent and righteousness in your heart, you can cultivate a sense of pride without losing your etiquette, let alone forgetting. At 3 o'clock in the morning, noon and dusk, sit quietly and reflect on yourself and persevere, and you will naturally be able to understand the heart of a saint and cultivate extraordinary ability."

"I didn't expect that there was such a estrangement within the Confucian Sect. The Chen family, a thousand-year-old family, did not know Fengyi, and the Xun family, who was close to him, didn't know how to forget it."

Only then did Chen Ji feel relieved: "Fengyi is the Confucian Confucianism inherited by the Xun family?"

Liu Bian nodded: "That's right. Fengyi is the Confucian mental method. It is said that the Fengyi mental method of the Yuan family was introduced from the Ma family, and the Ma family got it from the palace. However, the Xun family in Yingchuan has always known this mental method, and has a thorough understanding, and knowing that there are four realms of righteousness and brightness."

"The Four Realms of Great and Bright?" Chen Ji's face became complicated and he muttered to himself: "So that's it, so that's it."

"What did Mr. Chen think of?"

Chen Ji raised his eyebrows and asked without answering, "Your Majesty, do you know what bloodline I, Chen, and what bloodline I have in Xun?"

Liu Bian laughed but said nothing, and the opera meat finally came. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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