Chapter 204 Dean Qin is not dead? ! !
The moonlight slowly shone on Zeng Anmin's face.
The solemnity between his face became more and more prominent.
"Fake death?"
Zeng Anmin whispered slowly.
A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
"Or, it's just a duplicate name?"
Zeng Anmin was sitting cross-legged on his bed at this time.
His thoughts have slowly been emptied.
At this time, in his thoughts, the death of President Qin seemed to be closely related to the reincarnation of the great scholar of Qin at the end of the Han Dynasty...
"What exactly is it?"
Zeng Anmin murmured.
"What kind of evidence should be used to prove that President Qin, like Qin Li, used some method to pretend to die?"
He touched his chin and began to brainstorm in his mind.
One thought after another slowly emerged from his heart, and then he rejected it again.
finally.
After he eliminated all his doubts.
His eyes quieted.
"Pu ~"
Zeng Anmin slowly sat up from the bed.
He came to the table.
There seemed to be some speculation ray in my eyes.
"Director Qin, my father said that he is a descendant of the Confucian saint."
As he said that, Zeng Anmin moved his mind gently.
He reached out and stroked his hand gently on the table.
Many things in the preparation space appear on the desktop.
There is a three-color spirit stone that I just obtained in the Xuan Formation.
There is a mysterious necklace obtained from Bai Ziqing.
There is also a hand-book I got from Qin Wanyue.
He concentrated his mind, stretched out his hand, and held the roll of bamboo slips in his hand.
The bamboo slips in hand exuded a simple and grand atmosphere.
"Notes to Later generations"
A handwritten book of Confucianism!
The moment it appears in the house.
Zeng Anmin looked at it intently.
After a long time, he whispered softly:
"Qin Li, also has a surname of Qin, would he be a descendant of the Confucian sage?"
"Yes or not, it doesn't matter."
"What's important is that Qin Li and Dean Qin, both of them have one thing in common."
Speaking of this, his eyes were sharply looking at the table.
[The 37th year of Hongqi: Qin Li learned the truth of calligraphy. 】
[In the fifty-seventh year of Hongqi, he poured his lifelong teachings into a post. 】
[In the 60th year of Hongqi, Qin Li was in power and the Han Dynasty was destroyed in the same year]
This is something recorded in the history of Confucianism.
"A Book."
Zeng Anmin's eyes were extremely sharp.
"A book..."
His slow whisper:
"The two of them both use books to enter the Tao."
At that time.
Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.
Bury some of the doubts in your heart.
He thoughtfully said:
"So, the little questions in the book should also contain some secrets that I don't know."
"But today, only Qin Yuan entered the Tao with books, understood the meaning of calligraphy, and entered the realm of great scholars."
"So, I just asked, no one knew."
"Then, I can only rely on my own little questions to break through one of the books to understand the secrets."
Thinking of this, he slowly stood up.
Prepare to go back to bed to sleep.
However, just as he was about to take a step.
In the dark night.
However, those eyes accidentally met the "Sage of Confucianism" on the table and the black necklace obtained from Bai Ziqing.
Buzz! ! !
At this moment, his eyes, the handwritten book of the Confucian saint on the table, and the white necklace.
There seemed to be some wonderful connection between the three!
The next moment.
He felt a clear stream suddenly flashing from his eyes.
If you look at it from the side.
Then you can see that his phoenix eyes were surrounded by countless rich golden spiritual lights at this time.
In the dark night, those eyes illuminated the entire room like two beacons.
"What's going on??"
Zeng Anmin felt shocked.
This is a situation he has never encountered before.
"Om~"
There seemed to be a whisper in the sky in my ears.
This strange voice sounded in Zeng Anmin's ears.
The two golden lights in his eyes cast towards the table like rays! !
"Swish!!"
In his eyes.
The roll of bamboo slips on the table suddenly untied the string by himself.
Slowly unfolded from the table.
"Chee!!"
The next moment.
A light that could not dodge was projected from the handwritten book of Confucian saints.
It sank straight into Zeng Anmin's eyes.
His body trembled violently.
Cold...
Hot...
Two completely different sensations come from each part of the body.
Unlike every part of the body...
It’s more like the soul is surrounded by these two feelings!
The next moment.
His eyes closed directly.
But he seemed to have "see" another picture!
In a cozy cottage.
The baby was born.
Finally, the baby's clear eyes looked curiously at all the strange things in the world.
Zeng Anmin felt as if he was floating in the sky.
From an outsider's perspective, watch the changes in this world.
He saw the baby grow up slowly.
One year, two years...
The baby begins to read under the guidance of the adults.
When he was sixteen years old, he was admitted to the academy and was admitted to the apprentice.
At this time, the baby grew into a teenager.
The boy stayed in the academy for three days and realized his literary spirit and became Confucian and Taoist!
Just a year later.
The boy was promoted to the seventh rank! Open up the purple palace!
Three more years have passed.
The boy has grown into a young man.
He was promoted to the sixth grade Confucianism!
Moreover, the young man realized the truth very quickly.
In just half a year, he realized the "book".
However, because of the magic of the Purple Palace, he was not successfully promoted...
But he was not discouraged.
Step by step and slowly realize the truth.
Three more years later, the young man entered the Taoist 6 arts, and then he successfully condensed the Dharma and entered the fifth level.
In the same year, a evil spirit committed evil.
This evil soul is extremely difficult to deal with, and many monks have failed under its monstrous grudge.
Despite the obstruction of his family, the boy resolutely embarked on a journey to conquer the evil spirits.
Under his purple righteousness, the evil soul only persisted for less than a moment and dissipated between the world.
After the evil spirit is destroyed.
The boy became famous all over the country!
Many years later.
The boy has steadily improved.
Time is like a world of change.
The appearance of a boy is changing.
He entered his prime, entered middle age, and slowly grew white hair.
He actually became the first Confucian scholar to enter the first level of Confucianism and Taoism after Confucianism and Saints! !
That year, there was war.
The border demon king was at work.
He still showed his firm eyes as strong as when he killed the evil souls.
Still alone, going to the border! !
This battle.
All the demon mountains were ravaged to the point of being raging.
Zeng Anmin's perspective is still in the sky.
He could only watch in the air like a viewer watching TV.
He couldn't move.
Even closing your eyes can't do it. He could only look at the life of the boy in that picture.
He could only watch.
The person in the picture fights the Demon King.
After the war, 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 at the border.
It seems like I have made up some decision.
Close your eyes safely.
A night without people.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
He sat upright on his simple bed, motionless.
A faint blue aura slowly condensed.
Countless purple righteous spirits surged out from him and condensed into the air.
The green aura turned into a butterfly.
The butterfly flapped its wings and shook gently.
Going far away.
Only one corpse has turned into a shrinking body like a dead tree.
The skin is also as corrupted and extremely dry.
...
Zeng Anmin followed the butterfly's perspective in a daze, watching it crossing the endless mountains and rivers.
Fly into the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains.
In the corner where no one knows it.
Fly into the back of a demon king!
Then, the demon king's eyes changed from being ignorant to being as vicissitudes as that young man.
The body is no longer the original body.
The eyes are not the original eyes.
But the meaning of that gaze converges.
Zeng Anmin could tell at a glance that it was that boy! !
The young demon king lurked for some time.
Finally, he came to the seriously injured demon king.
He used the last move in his life.
The Demon Emperor Falls.
The boy died.
Countless people remember the name of the boy.
But I didn't know that the Demon King did not die suddenly, but died at the hands of the young man.
Sub-Saint.
This is the name left by the boy to those who come from later generations.
…………
I don't know how long it took.
Zeng Anmin slowly opened his eyes.
He stared at the desk in a daze.
The handwritten books of the Confucian Saint are still quietly placed on the table.
There are no traces of being opened.
Everything in the room.
As before, no one has touched it.
But Zeng Anmin's eyes burst out with an extremely sharp splendor! !
He seemed to understand something! !
"First of all, it's you."
Zeng Anmin slowly walked towards the table.
He reached out and sent the necklace Bai Ziqing on the table to him.
A light flashed in his eyes.
"That day, with my golden fingers, I successively comprehended the six arts and successfully entered the fifth grade."
"When time of gold fingers is about to run out, I look at this necklace again!"
"I seemed to have learned something from this necklace, but I never reacted since then, so I temporarily forgot about this matter."
Having said that.
"But today, the golden light in my eyes... is definitely not Haoran's righteousness."
"I can say very responsibly that the golden light and the faint sound of "Om" from my ears have absolutely nothing to do with the Confucian scholar's righteousness!"
"It's more like the Buddhist light in the rumored Buddhist sect..."
"In other words, this necklace has indeed brought me benefits, but I have not discovered how to master this benefit easily yet."
"But it was the golden light that this necklace gave me the eyes that made me react to the Confucian Saint handbook, thus revealing a trace of the secrets of the Confucian Saint handbook."
Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.
I admire it in my heart.
He had just seen the life of the Sub-Saint through the handwritten book of Confucianism.
Most importantly, he was in this sub-saint's life.
I also saw clues that it can overlap with President Qin! !
"The appearance of the corpse!"
Zeng Anmin's voice sounded deeply in his own room.
"When the sub-sacred turned into a butterfly and left, the corpse left was exactly the same as the death of Qin Yuan!!!"
Zeng Anmin's eyes flashed with a violent light.
Is there such a coincidence in this world?
"I just said something was wrong! After Qin Yuan died, the body corroded too quickly..."
He had already guessed something in his heart.
Qin Yuan may not... not die!
He probably also mastered the technique of transforming butterfly, and took over a demon king in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain...
"So, Dean Qin took the initiative to die with Bing Xuan that day, with the purpose of creating a perfect fake death and then lurking in Wan Yao Mountain??"
Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched.
"Okay, okay!"
After he figured out these nodes.
"I just said, how could my dad be willing to sacrifice Qinyuan for a mere victory in the Bianfeng Valley??"
"They're both fine and wear a pair of pants."
"It turns out there are deeper plans!"
After thinking about this, Zeng Anmin felt a little insomnia.
Inexplicable.
Zeng Anmin breathed a sigh of relief.
My heart became relaxed.
Maybe it's because my dad is not what he imagined.
Old Yin coins that do anything to achieve their goals.
"I want to tell Wanyue this good news!"
Zeng Anmin felt it unconsciously, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"No."
His brows frowned slightly.
"Dean Qin and Dad have been planning for so long, just to perform a feeling of being really dead in Qin."
"If Wanyue knew that her father was not dead, then her inadvertent behavior in daily life would be very likely to reveal flaws."
"If the enemy noticed it and was prepared in advance, wouldn't my father and Qin Yuan's plan be in vain?"
"So, not only can't tell Wanyue, I also have to pay attention to it."
Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.
He felt inexplicably that the guilt in his heart towards Sister Qin had worsened again.
"Oh~ It's the hardest to endure the kindness of a beauty."
Zeng Anmin came to the table helplessly.
He looked at the bamboo slips on the table.
A slow sigh.
The thought moved gently.
Handwritten by Confucian sages.
White necklace.
He also included the three-colored spirit stones in the sea of consciousness.
"What are the secrets in the handwritten books of Confucian saints?"
"I was in Liangjiang County."
"My father said clearly that the secret he saw in the handwritten book of Confucian saints is that the Dragon Censorship is the secret of the fifth largest Heavenly Dao Map."
"But what I see in the handwritten book of Confucian Saint today is the life of the sub-saint."
etc! !
Zeng Anmin, lying on the bed, opened his eyes suddenly.
He looked deeply into the direction of his father's yard.
"My father only told me that he was worthy of the secret of catching dragon maps in the handwritten books of Confucian Saint."
"But then I will say that in the handwritten book of Confucian sages, I can't tell me other things!"
"I don't even ask..."
His eyes were shining with splendor, and he whispered slowly in the room:
"Dad is ashamed of the Confucian saint's handbook as me. Is it the secret of the sub-saint turning into a butterfly?"
"If my father knew the secret of the Dragon Chart a long time ago, he didn't tell me the truth that day!"
"Just to hide his plans..."
"Hiss~"
Zeng Anmin took a breath.
For a time, from the father and son entering Beijing to the present, all the details have come to my mind bit by bit.
"After learning the secret of the Confucian saint's handwritten book, my father had an implementation direction with Xu Tianshi's plan."
"Then my father and son came to Beijing... My father's political enemy fell from King Qi to Ren Wei at an extremely fast speed!"
"If all this is Xu Tianshi behind the scenes..."
Zeng Anmin pursed his lips.
He said nothing.
But I feel that everything seems to be traced to follow.
(This chapter ends)