From NPC To Overlord

Hong Yi heard Bai Ziyue say these words a few days ago. At that time, Ziyue once said that there are three supreme scriptures in this world, namely the "past", "present" and "future" three scriptures of Dachan Temple.

In the past, the Amitabha Sutra was the most supreme technique for cultivating the soul.

Now the Tathagata Sutra is the highest secret method of martial arts practice.

There is no life scripture in the future. Although it is not familiar with the role, it is also the supreme classic.

Rumor has it that as long as you gather the three sutras of the present, the past, and the future, cultivate your physical body into an immortal, cultivate your soul into a yang god, and combine it with the future no-birth scriptures, you will be able to pass through the sea of ​​suffering in the world and reach the other side.

And one of the supreme scriptures for cultivating the soul was accidentally burned out of the secret book of the Dachan Temple by him.

He should have been ecstatic.

But, the sound coming in from outside the door made Hong Yi suddenly feel cold all over.

Hong Xuanji, his father is back.

At this moment, Hong Yi looked at this supreme treasure again and felt so hot.

"No, if Hong Xuanji knew that I had this supreme Taoist scripture on my body, even if it wasn't because of my apprenticeship, he would never let me go."

Treasures are touching, even his father Hong Xuanji is no exception.

"Master Yi, if you don't come out again, the old slave will come in." The voice outside was obviously a little colder.

Hong Yi hurriedly took a deep breath and hid the scripture in his clothes, sticking it close to the flesh.

Fortunately, the Amitabha Sutra was just a piece of paper in the past, with many images and words on it. It was thin and easy to hide. It was hidden in the chest and could not be seen at all.

Hong Xuanji was only a Martial Saint, but he couldn't see through, so he probably wouldn't have discovered it.

Afterwards, Hong Yi stabilized his mind and walked out when the butler was about to push the door indifferently to enter.

There is nothing superfluous.

Hong Yi followed the housekeeper to Hong Xuanji's study.

At this moment, Gu Chong's spiritual sense was hidden in the blood between Hong Yi's eyebrows.

Follow Hong Yi to see Hong Xuanji.

In the Yangshen world, Hong Xuanji is called the son of Daqian, and his luck is also at its peak.

Therefore, it is possible to be the protagonist of an era.

Hong Yi came to the study.

He saw a tall, tall middle-aged man with white temples and a purple-gold crown on his head. He stood with his hands behind his back and his back to Hong Yi.

It is the pillar of the township of the Dagan Dynasty today.

Wuwen Hou Hong Xuanji!

Hong Xuanji turned his back to Hong Yi and said lightly, "Stand on the right."

At this moment, Hong Yi forcibly focused his mind and stood on the right.

Gu Chong's thoughts flickered and he smiled lightly.

These little things that can be seen everywhere explain Hong Xuanji's philosophy of life.

Everything has to follow the rules.

This is the philosophy he later learned.

Hong Xuanji, who first became the champion of martial arts in the Daqian Dynasty, then studied literature, and was a junior in high school. Then, he studied the predecessors of Neo-Confucianism by himself.

The word Confucianism, li, refers to the principles of heaven and rules.

All things in the world are regarded as the unfolding of the principles of heaven, and the development of any thing has the principles of heaven in it.

Its core idea is reflected in human relations.

That is to say, there is a heaven-determined and eternal master-subordinate relationship between the ruler and minister, father and son, and husband and wife.

The ruler is the master and the minister is the slave; the father is the master and the son is the slave; the husband is the master and the wife is the slave.

The so-called "ruler guides ministers, father guides sons, husband guides wives".

He believes that the relationship between "monarch and minister", "father and son", and "husband and wife", the relationship between the top and bottom of the three principles, has a clear hierarchy and cannot be shaken.

The father as the son is the foundation.

It is filial piety that a son must obey his father absolutely.

Even if the parents are at fault, the children can't get offended, but help the parents to hide it.

This is Neo-Confucianism, such a thing that clearly distinguishes rules, status, masters and subordinates, and superiors and inferiors.

Therefore, Hong Xuanji asked Hong Yi to stand on his right hand, because he was a son and a concubine.

In the Dagan Dynasty, the left is superior to the right.

Hong Yi was obediently standing on his right hand at the moment, because there were two important things hidden in his heart, and he was very nervous.

However, he still suppressed his nervousness, calmed his tone, and said, "I don't know what admonition Father has for letting me come."

Hong Xuanji turned his head and said, "I heard that you wrote a poem to Prince Cheng for your sister?"

Hong Yi was startled.

He thought that when Hong Xuanji opened his mouth, he would ask him about his apprenticeship in Xishan, but he didn't expect that he would ask this.

The speech that had been prepared for a long time was completely disrupted by this unexpected remark.

For a moment, he couldn't figure out what Hong Xuanji was thinking.

It was because of Hong Xuanji's deep emotions that he couldn't tell the difference between joy and anger, and he didn't know what to say, which made Hong Yi even more nervous.

He didn't even think about the question of this pair, and at this moment, he could only answer according to his words.

Hong Yi lowered his head and said, "Go back to my father, yes, the maid of Sister Xuejiao came over that day..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Hong Xuanji's tone suddenly turn cold, and said indifferently:

"The journey of a gentleman should be fair and bright, and it is square. Why don't you use block letters and cursive script when you express the poetry?"

Only when Hong Yi understood what Hong Xuanji was referring to, he was flustered and didn't know how to answer: "This, it's me..."

Hong Xuanji stared at him coldly, his tone even more chilling:

"It's a good thing for scholars to write poems, but you have tarnished this elegance, showing off cursive script that doesn't go to the lobby. I let you read books for so many years, so you have learned so many crooked ways?"

As soon as these words came out, the temperature in the room dropped a bit.

In the face of Hong Xuanji, who is at the peak of Wu Sheng, his father.

Hong Yi was in a cold sweat at this moment, and his calf and stomach were shaking.

At this moment, he deeply understood.

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Hong Xuanji hadn't said anything about his time in Xishan. Just because he was the right man, it didn't conform to the principles of justice and peace among scholars. In just a few words, he didn't know how to justify it.

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Hong Yi had nothing to say, so he lowered his head, his aura was completely suppressed, and said in a low voice, "My father's admonition is that I will not dare in the future."

Hong Xuanji said blankly, "I'll tell you about this later. I'm looking for you, and there's another matter."

"I heard that when you were sweeping your mother's tomb, you worshipped a master in Xishan?"

Hong Yi's heart moved, and he secretly said, "Finally, it's time to talk about the topic."

He had already thought about the countermeasures for this question, and said at this moment: "I did meet a person in Xishan who wanted to accept me as a disciple, but I didn't apprentice."

He really hasn't apprenticed to a teacher yet, so he's not panicking.

Five days later, it will be his real apprenticeship ceremony.

"Ok."

Hong Xuanji said softly, but he was not as indifferent as before. He seemed to think that Hong Yi's handling was good, and the atmosphere in the room eased a little.

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