After Xun Kuang left, Fu Su looked at Tibet and smiled. "Since this is the gathering place of the Magi, we naturally have to take a look. Mister Fu Nian, please lead the way."
"Mister, please follow me."
Following this, Mu Qingxiao and the others passed through the pavilion and crossed the bridge, finally arriving at the heavily guarded Tibet.
"There are tall buildings in the north, as tall as the clouds. It is a perfect description of this building."
Just as Fu Su was about to step into Tibet, the sound of chains came from the long sword on the back of the tall and sturdy man.
The man's appearance was rough and bold. His features were deep, and his skin was dark. His hair was like needles, and his body was muscular. There were many scars on his face and body, as well as tattoos. His eyes were fierce, and his body gave off a terrifying aura, like a ghost from hell.
He was the former Hall Master of the Farmer Kui Hall, Sheng Qi. After Tian Mi took the position of Hall Master, he was spurned by Kui Hall.
Legend had it that this man from hell had been captured by the Seven Kingdoms many times. After being imprisoned, he had killed the executioners many times and escaped. Jianghu saw him as if he was a ghost.
He was cold-blooded and cruel, and his life goal was to defeat all the strong. Countless swordsmen had been defeated by him.
Jianghu said that although Great Crescent was ranked eleventh in the sword manual, it was comparable to Abyss Rainbow, which was ranked second. Those who had seen his true strength were no longer in this world. When he was captured by the Seven Kingdoms, the words of the Seven Kingdoms were carved on his body, and he was captured by the Qin State.
Glancing at Sheng Qi and Zhao Gao's Six Sword Slaves, Fu Su said calmly, "Wait outside. Do not let the killing weapons offend this elegant place."
"Mister, it is better to be perfect."
The assassination half a year ago was confusing, and the Confucians were very suspicious. If Fu Su encountered any danger, Li Si could not bear the responsibility.
"This is the Sage Manor, what are you worried about?"
Fu Su naturally knew what Li Si meant, but he was not afraid. Even if the assassination half a year ago was related to the Confucians, they would not dare to assassinate him in the Sage Manor.
Furthermore, with his brother here, there was no need to worry about any assassination.
The Six Sword Slaves and Sheng Qi waited outside while Mu Qingxiao led Xiao Yi behind them. Qiu Li had no intention of putting it away.
Fu Nian personally opened the door to Tibet. "Mister, please. enter."
Inside the Tibet was filled with the fragrance of books........... inside the bookshelves were filled with bamboo slips....... There was an elevator.....
"Confucius said, 'Melancholy is a scholarly man.' I'm not lying."
"Here are the classics of our Confucian predecessors. Here are the classics of Taoism. Here are the books of agriculture …"
Every time they passed by a bookshelf, Fu Nian would introduce the books on the shelves to Fu Su.
Picking up the bamboo slips on the table, Fu Su's gaze turned serious as he said, "After His Majesty the First Emperor pacified the six states, he implemented the policy of using the same script. He ordered the six states to immediately abolish the original script and use the Great Qin's Small Seal Script. Mister Fu Nian should know about this, right?"
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Fu Nian took a deep breath. The problem was indeed more complicated than he had imagined. His Majesty the First Emperor had sent Fu Su to Sang Hai to test the Sage Minor Saint, and the assassination attempt half a year ago had made Fu Su suspect the Sage Minor Saint.
.... Li Si...?.?.?.?.?.
"Then why are these newly copied books still using the original language of the six nations?"
"The purpose of the Confucian Tibet is to make it the source of our Chinese culture. The classics of the past dynasties can be passed down completely. Only then can we pursue the contributions of our ancestors and bring blessings to our descendants."
When he finished, Fu Su's tone became serious. "Mister Fu Nian, do you know why the First Emperor pushed the Shu Tongwen?"
"The First Emperor has great foresight. I don't dare to judge."
"Literature is the heart of the people. Different literature means different hearts. To the Empire, this is the greatest danger.
"Since King Zhuang of Chu ascended to the throne, there have been wars for hundreds of years. The root of this is the chaos in the hearts of the people. The First Emperor saw this and made this policy to unite the four countries. This is the only way to completely solve the world's conflicts and bring blessings to the people. Everything else is small."
Standing at the back, Mu Qingxiao's lips curled into a smile. What a big hat. Although Fu Su's temper was good, it was wrong to think that he was easy to deal with. This kind of person was usually very meticulous and was the hardest to deal with.
If Fu Su did not commit suicide in the end, and he ascended to the throne, who knew if the Kingdom of Hua Xia would be in a different state in the future.
Fu Nian's expression was calm, but he kept thinking in his heart. Sensing Fu Su's sharp gaze, he cupped his fists and said, "Thank you for your teachings. I will immediately get people to copy all the books in Xiaozhuan. However, please keep the original books so as to not disappoint the purpose of this building."
"I can promise you. However, I also want to ask Mister Fu Nian to help me. The Little Saint has always been admired by the world. Therefore, I hope that from now on, you will use Xiaozhuan in your studies and daily life. You will be a role model for the people of the Empire."
"The Confucian school has the ability to enter the world. You can't do it. If you want to do it, you have to go through the Emperor. Mister Fu Nian, this is actually an opportunity."
Fu Su didn't intend to continue. The choice of the Confucian school would determine their future development. As the head of the Confucian school, Fu Nian naturally understood the meaning of his words.
"Mister Fu Nian, I heard that when Li Xiangguo visited last time, there was a competition with your school. It was quite interesting. However, the Confucian school cultivates the six arts. The three heroes of Qilu are not only knowledgeable, but also famous for their swordsmanship. Therefore, I want to have a sword discussion today. What do you think?"
When Fu Nian heard this, he thought of the Six Sword Slaves and Sheng Qi outside the door. He glanced at Xiao Yi behind Mu Qingxiao and Qiu Li in his hand. His heart was heavy.
"Since Mister is in the mood, the Little Saint will not dare to neglect. Fu Nian will order people to prepare. Mister, please."
A moment later, walking in the courtyard of the Confucian school, the Confucian scholar respectfully said, "The Kendo Dojo is ready to welcome the two Misters and distinguished guests."
When they arrived at the Kendo Dojo, Mu Qingxiao and Fu Su sat in the main seats, while Xiao Yi stood quietly behind them.
Zhao Gaoluo and Li Si sat on the right, while the Confucian scholar sat on the left. They looked at each other.
Li Si stood up and said, "Mister, now that the distinguished guests are all here, can we start the sword competition?"
"Yes."
"This competition will be decided by three rounds. There is no limit to the number of people in each round. If one side takes the initiative to admit defeat, the competition will end immediately. Mister Fu Nian, is this okay?"
Li Si didn't forget to ask Fu Nian. After all, the latter was the head of the Confucian school, and he couldn't steal the limelight.
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