Chapter 204 Dean Qin is not dead? ! !
The moonlight slowly fell on Zeng Anmin's face.
The solemnity on his face became more prominent.
"suspended animation?"
Zeng Anmin murmured slowly.
There was a gleam of brilliance in his eyes.
"Or is it just a coincidence of names?"
Zeng Anmin was sitting cross-legged on his bed at this time.
His thoughts slowly became empty.
At this moment, in his mind, Dean Qin's death seemed to be inextricably linked to the death of a great scholar named Qin at the end of the Han Dynasty...
"What exactly is it?"
Zeng Anmin murmured.
"What evidence can we use to prove that Dean Qin, like the great scholar Qin Li back then, faked his death in some way?"
He touched his chin and began to brainstorm.
One idea after another slowly emerged from his mind, and then was rejected by him.
finally.
After he eliminated all doubts.
His eyes quieted.
"Pah~"
Zeng Anmin slowly sat up from the bed.
He came to the table.
There seemed to be a glimmer of speculation in his eyes.
"Dean Qin, my father said that he is a descendant of a Confucian sage."
As he spoke, Zeng Anmin's mind moved slightly.
Reach out and gently stroke the table.
Many things in the preparation space appeared on the desktop.
There is a three-colored spirit stone that was just obtained from Xuanzhensi.
There is a mysterious necklace obtained from Bai Ziqing.
There is also a handwritten letter obtained from Qin Wanyue.
He concentrated, stretched out his hand, and took the scroll of bamboo slips in his hand.
The bamboo slips in his hand exude an ancient and majestic aura.
Notes to Future Generations
Handwritten by a Confucian sage!
The moment it appeared in the house.
Zeng Anmin looked at it intently.
After a long time, he whispered softly:
"Qin Li, also surnamed Qin, could he also be a descendant of the Confucian sage?"
"Whether it is or not is not important."
"The important thing is, Qin Li and Dean Qin, they both have one thing in common."
Having said that, his eyes looked sharply towards the table.
[In the 37th year of the Hongqi era, Qin Li attained enlightenment in calligraphy.]
In the fifty-seventh year of the Hong Qi era, he poured his life's wisdom into calligraphy and compiled it into a single scroll.
In the 60th year of the Hongqi reign, Qin Li passed away. In the same year, the Han Dynasty was destroyed.
This is recorded in the Chronicle of Confucianism.
"Books are a way."
Zeng Anmin's eyes were extremely sharp.
"The Way of Books..."
He murmured slowly:
"Both of them entered the Tao through books."
At that time.
Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.
Bury some doubts in your heart.
He said thoughtfully:
"So, the small question in the book should contain some secrets that I don't know."
"But in the world today, only Qin Yuan has entered the Dao through books, comprehended the meaning of books, and entered the realm of great Confucianism."
“So, even if I asked, no one knew.”
"Then I can only rely on myself to break through the small questioning of the book and comprehend the secrets within."
Thinking of this, he slowly stood up.
Getting ready to go back to bed.
However, just as he was about to take a step.
In the darkness.
However, his eyes accidentally met the "Handwriting of the Confucian Sage" on the table and the black necklace obtained from Bai Ziqing.
Buzz!!!
At this moment, his eyes, the Confucian sage's handwriting on the table, and the white necklace.
There seemed to be some kind of magical connection between the three!
The next moment.
He felt a stream of clear water suddenly flash through his eyes.
If you watch from the side.
You can see that his pair of phoenix eyes are now surrounded by countless rich golden spiritual lights.
In the darkness, those eyes were like two bright lights, illuminating the entire room.
"What's going on??"
Zeng Anmin felt horrified.
This was a situation he had never encountered before.
"Om~"
There seemed to be a whisper from the horizon in my ears.
This strange voice rang in Zeng Anmin's ears.
The two golden rays in his eyes shot towards the table like rays!
“Swish!!”
In his eyes.
The bamboo scroll on the table suddenly untied its own string.
Slowly unfold from the table.
“Chiu!!”
The next moment.
A ray of light that was impossible to dodge shone out from the handwriting of the Confucian sage.
It stared straight into Zeng Anmin's eyes.
His body trembled violently.
cold……
Hot...
Two completely different feelings came from every part of my body.
Unlike every part of the body...
It’s more like the soul is wrapped up in these two feelings!
The next moment.
His eyes closed directly.
But he seemed to "see" another picture!
In a cozy little house.
The baby was born.
Finally, the baby's clear eyes looked at all the strange things in the world with curiosity.
Zeng Anmin felt as if he was floating in the sky.
From an outsider's perspective, I watch the changes in this world.
He saw the baby grow up slowly.
One year, two years...
Babies begin to read under the guidance of adults.
When he was sixteen years old, he entered the academy and was accepted as a disciple.
At this time, the baby has grown into a teenager.
The young man stayed in the academy for three days and gained enlightenment and entered the Confucian and Taoist world!
Just one year later.
The young man was promoted to the seventh rank! He opened up the Purple Mansion!
Another three years passed.
The boy has grown into a young man.
He was promoted to the sixth rank Confucian cultivator!
Moreover, the young man gained enlightenment very quickly.
In just half a year, he understood the art of writing.
However, due to the mysterious power of the Purple Palace, he failed to advance...
But he was not discouraged.
Follow the steps and slowly gain enlightenment.
After another three years, the young man entered the Dao and mastered the three six arts of a gentleman. Only then did he successfully condense the Dharma image and enter the fifth level.
In the same year, an evil spirit committed evil.
This evil spirit is extremely difficult to deal with, and countless monks have been defeated by its tremendous resentful power.
Despite his family's objections, the young man resolutely embarked on a journey to subdue the evil spirit.
Under his purple righteous spirit, the evil spirit only lasted for less than a moment before dissipating between heaven and earth.
After the ghast is destroyed.
The young man became famous throughout the country!
Many years later.
The young man is improving steadily.
Time is like a vicissitude.
The boy looked very experienced.
He entered middle age, then middle-age, and slowly began to grow white hair.
He actually became the first Confucian practitioner to reach the first level of Confucianism after the Confucian Sage! !
That year, there was war.
The border demon king is causing trouble.
He still had the same determined look as when he killed the evil spirit that year.
Still alone, heading to the border!!
This battle.
Wan Yao Mountain was ravaged beyond recognition.
Zeng Anmin's perspective is still in the sky.
He was like a TV viewer who could only watch from the air.
He couldn't move.
I can't even close my eyes.
He could only watch the young man's life in that picture.
He could only watch.
The person in the picture is fighting against the Demon King.
After the battle, the Demon King was seriously injured.
The boy returned to his hometown.
The boy seemed to know that he was going to die.
He looked towards the border.
It seems like he has made up his mind.
Close your eyes peacefully.
A deserted night.
He sat upright on his simple bed, motionless.
A barely detectable green aura slowly condensed.
Countless purple rays of righteous energy surged out from his body and gathered in the air.
The green aura transformed into a butterfly.
The butterfly fluttered its wings lightly.
Going towards the distance.
All that was left was a body that had shriveled up like a dead tree.
The skin also looks rotten and extremely dry.
…
Zeng Anmin followed the butterfly's perspective in a daze, watching it fly across endless mountains and rivers.
Fly into the Wan Yao Mountains.
In a corner where no one knows.
Fly into the back of a demon king's head!
Afterwards, the demon king's eyes changed from being ignorant to becoming as mature as that young man's.
The body is no longer the same body.
The eyes are not the same eyes.
But the meaning of that gaze.
Zeng Anmin could tell at a glance that it was that young man!
The young man transformed into a demon king and lurked for some time.
Finally, he came before the seriously injured Demon King.
He used the last move of his life.
The Demon King dies.
The young man died.
Countless people remembered the boy's name.
However, they didn't know that the Demon King didn't die suddenly, but died at the hands of that young man.
Second Saint.
This is the name the boy left for future generations.
…………
I don’t know how long it took.
Zeng Anmin slowly opened his eyes.
He stared at the desk in a daze.
The Confucian sage's handwriting is still quietly placed on the table.
There was no sign of it having been opened.
Everything in the room.
It was still the same as before, no one had moved it.
But Zeng Anmin's eyes at this moment burst into an extremely sharp gleam! !
He seemed to understand something!!
"First, it's you."
Zeng Anmin walked slowly towards the table.
He reached out and took the necklace that Bai Ziqing had found for him on the table.
There was a gleam in his eyes.
"That day, with the help of my golden finger, I successively comprehended the Six Arts and successfully entered the fifth rank."
"When the golden finger time was about to run out, I looked at the necklace again!"
"I seemed to have gained some understanding from this necklace, but I haven't had any reaction since that day, so I temporarily forgot about it."
Speaking of this.
"But today, the golden light in my eyes... is definitely not righteousness."
"I can say responsibly that the golden light and the faint sound of 'Om' that came from my ear have absolutely nothing to do with the righteous spirit of Confucianism!"
"It's more like the legendary Buddha's light..."
"In other words, this necklace does bring me benefits, but I haven't figured out how to fully utilize these benefits yet."
"But it was also the golden light that this necklace gave my eyes that made me react to the Confucian sage's handwriting, allowing me to glimpse a hint of the Confucian sage's handwriting's secrets."
Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.
I have great respect for you in my heart.
He had just seen the life of the second sage through the handwriting of the Confucian sage.
The most important thing is his life as a sub-sage.
I also saw some clues that overlapped with Dean Qin's!!
"The appearance of a corpse!"
Zeng Anmin's voice echoed deeply in his own room.
"When the Sub-Sage transformed into a butterfly and left, the corpse he left behind was exactly the same as the way Qin Yuan died!!!"
There was an intense light flashing in Zeng Anmin's eyes.
Is there such a coincidence in this world?
"I knew something was wrong! When Dean Qin died, his body decayed too quickly..."
He had already vaguely guessed something in his heart.
Qin Yuan might not be dead!
He most likely also mastered the art of transforming into a butterfly, and possessed the body of a demon king in the Myriad Demons Mountain...
"So, Dean Qin took the initiative to die with Bi Xuan that day in order to create a perfect fake death and then hide in Wan Yao Mountain?"
Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched.
“Okay, okay!”
After he figured out these nodes.
"I was saying, how could Dad be willing to sacrifice Qin Yuan just for a mere victory in Bifeng Valley?"
"They're both so well they can almost wear the same pants."
"It turns out there's a deeper plan!"
After thinking about this, Zeng Anmin felt a little insomniac.
Inexplicable.
Zeng Anmin breathed a sigh of relief.
I felt relieved.
Maybe it’s because his dad is not what he imagined.
An old bastard who will do anything to achieve his goal.
"I want to tell Wanyue this good news!"
Zeng Anmin unconsciously put on a barely perceptible smile.
"no."
His brows knitted together slightly.
"Dean Qin and my father have been planning this for so long, just to create the illusion that Dean Qin is truly dead."
"If Wanyue knew her father was not dead, her daily behavior would most likely reveal a flaw."
"If the enemy notices us and takes precautions in advance, then wouldn't Dad and Dean Qin's plan be in vain?"
"So, not only can I not tell Wanyue, I also have to pay attention to it myself."
Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.
He inexplicably felt that the guilt he felt towards Sister Qin had intensified.
"Alas, it is the hardest to accept the kindness of a beautiful woman."
Zeng Anmin came to the table helplessly.
He looked at the scroll of bamboo slips on the table.
He sighed slowly.
A slight movement of the mind.
Handwritten by a Confucian sage.
White necklace.
And the three-colored spirit stones were all stored in his sea of consciousness.
"What other secrets are there in the Confucian sage's handwriting?"
"Back in Liangjiang County."
"Father clearly stated that the secret he discovered in the Confucian sage's writings was that the Dragon Diagram was the secret of the fifth Heavenly Dao Diagram."
"But what I saw today in the handwriting of the Confucian sage was the life of the second sage."
etc! !
Zeng Anmin, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.
He looked deeply in the direction of his father's yard.
"Dad only said that he had discovered the secret of the Dragon Map in the handwriting of the Confucian Sage."
"But then he said that he couldn't tell me anything else in the Confucian sage's handwriting!"
"You didn't even let me ask..."
His eyes sparkled with brilliance, and he murmured slowly in the room:
"Dad feels as guilty as I do in the Confucian Sage's handwriting. Is this the secret of the Sub-Sage's transformation into a butterfly?"
"And if Dad knew the secret of Kanlongtu a long time ago, he didn't tell me the truth that day!"
"Just to hide his plan..."
"Hiss~"
Zeng Anmin took a breath of cold air.
For a moment, from the time the father and son arrived in Beijing to the present, all the details emerged in his mind bit by bit.
"After discovering the secrets of the Confucian sage's handwriting, my father and Master Xu's plan had a feasible direction."
"Then my father and I went to the capital... Dad's political enemies, from King Qi to Ren, fell at an incredibly fast speed!"
"If all of this is instigated by Xu Tianshi behind the scenes..."
Zeng Anmin pursed his lips.
He said nothing.
But it feels like everything seems to be traceable.
(End of this chapter)
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