Chapter 125 Confucius’ Broad Mind, the Initiator Zhong Chou

"What rewards will there be for the battle between heaven and man?" Mo Yao also asked at this time. She didn't know much about the battle between heaven and man, and she didn't know much about the rewards.

"Participating in the battle between heaven and man is also to compete for the position of the head of the hundred schools. Whoever can become the head of the hundred schools will be recognized by Lord Mirage Dragon. At that time, the entire school will be blessed by Lord Mirage Dragon, and even obtain his inheritance." Bai Ye explained slowly.

"Isn't Mirage Dragon the mount of Confucius? Why would it choose to bless other schools?"

Ci Song remembered that Bai Ye had mentioned before that Mirage Dragon was the mount of Confucius. Normally, Mirage Dragon should bless Confucianism the most. Why would it choose to bless other schools?

Bai Ye seemed to see Ci Song's doubts and explained, "Lord Shenlong will naturally not bless other schools at will. He did so only because the rules of the battle between heaven and man were set by Confucius before he ascended to heaven. Therefore, Lord Shenlong will choose the strongest leader of the hundred schools to bless while respecting Confucianism.

Hearing this, Ci Song roughly understood the reason and had a little more respect for Confucius. Apart from anything else, the reward of the battle between heaven and man alone contained a lot of good intentions from Confucius. Even if he became a Confucian saint, it would not be a big deal. To suppress other schools, but to help them.

Ci Song was looking forward to it. He wanted to see how the students from different schools fought in the battle between heaven and man. What was the difference between them and the six arts of Confucianism?

However, Bai Ye once said that to participate in the battle between heaven and man, one had to reach the level of a juren. Ci Song was far from that with his current strength, unless he could break through from a scholar to a juren within a year.

"Let's not talk about this. Since the tea party of the five academies is over, we should go back to Yansheng Academy. Junior Brother Ci, you should go back and pack your bags."

Bai Ye said to Ci Song.

"Okay." Ci Song nodded in agreement, then he turned to look at Mo Yao and asked, "Yao'er, do you want to go back to Yansheng Academy with us? "

Ci Song thought Mo Yao would definitely agree to his request, but he didn't expect to be rejected by her. Mo Yao smiled lightly, took Ci Song's arm, and said softly: "I won't go back with Brother Ci Song. The teacher said before that he would go to Daliang Zhongzhou and asked me to lead the way for him."

"Is that so?" Ci Song nodded, but he was very curious. As the teacher of Confucius Academy, had he never been to Zhongzhou City?

Bai Ye, who was standing aside, seemed to see the doubts in Ci Song's heart, and turned to answer: "After becoming the teacher of Confucius Academy, you can't leave Confucius Academy easily. Even the five-institute tea party, the teacher used the fairy in the painting to participate. "

"I heard from the teacher that the teacher himself has not left Confucius Academy for at least two hundred years. I think the reason why the teacher wanted to go to Yansheng Academy this year may be because the postponement of the battle between heaven and man left the teacher with a month of free time. "

"Brother Bai, you are so amazing, you are right about everything. "Mo Yao gave Bai Ye a thumbs up.

Bai Ye smiled calmly, "Sister-in-law, you are too kind."

When Mo Yao heard the name "sister-in-law", his eyes lit up, "Wow, Senior Brother Bai, what did you call me just now? Call me a few more times!"

"Then I will call you a few more times when my sister-in-law comes to visit my Yansheng Academy."

Bai Ye and his fellow brothers were all smiling, and Ci Song was also full of joy in his heart. He did not speak, but just quietly felt the harmonious atmosphere. This feeling made Ci Song dream back to high school, when every classmate had a sincere friendship without any interest. This feeling was really wonderful.

"Senior Brother Bai, I will definitely go!" Mo Yao said with a smile.

"Then I will wait for my sister-in-law at Yansheng Academy. "

In every corner of Yansheng Academy, students' faces were filled with smiles, as if their world was always full of sunshine. But in Zilu Academy, it was a different scene. At this moment, Zhongbo was sitting in front of the pavilion in the courtyard, sipping tea, but his eyes seemed a little heavy. The students of Zilu Academy around him knelt down to Zhongbo, their expressions full of awe and respect.

In the front, a figure was particularly eye-catching. It was Zhongbo's biological son, Zhongsang.

Zhongbo took a sip of tea, slowly put down the teacup, and swept his eyes over the students in front of him, and stopped his eyes in front of his biological son Zhongsang. At this time, Zhongsang's face was already a little scared, and his body couldn't stop shaking.

"Zhongsang, do you know your crime?"

Zhongbo's voice was like a morning bell and an evening drum. Although it was plain, it was full of unquestionable majesty.

"Father, I..."

Zhongsang knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head, and his voice trembled so much that he could hardly speak a complete sentence.

"What do you mean? ! "

Zhong Bo suddenly slapped the table, and the whole table and the teacup on the table turned into powder in an instant, and the tea in the cup spilled out because of his action.

"Zhong Chang, I thought you had the true teachings of Zilu Yasheng, and gave you the power to act as the dean, but how did you do it? Did you intercede for Mr. Zhou to lend the Shanhai Mingyu to Zhou Shan for use? "

"You want Zhou Shan to use the Shanhai Mingyu, a semi-saint treasure, to defeat or even kill Bai Ye in the battle of literature and Taoism, right?"

Zhong Bo became more and more angry, and the students around him lowered their heads one by one. They knew in their hearts that Zhong Chang had really made a big mistake this time.

Zhongsang's face turned pale. He knew that his father was really angry and he had done something wrong. His one thought had caused the entire Zilu Academy to fall into an endless abyss.

"Father, I was wrong."

"Wrong? Do you know what is wrong?! Is it because of jealousy that you acted like this?"

Zhongbo sneered, "My Zilu Academy lost seven students at once. Seven of them are gentlemen with flesh and blood who are willing to sacrifice their lives for the academy. And you? What did you do?"

Zhongsang didn't dare to speak, but lowered his head and let his father scold him. "Father... I am willing to accept any punishment." Zhongsang said in a hoarse voice.

"Punishment? Do you think this can make up for your mistakes?" Zhongbo's tone gradually became calm.

Zhongsang's face turned pale as snow, "Father... I am willing to accept any punishment."

He repeated his words again.

"From today on, Zhongcang's status as a direct disciple will be abolished, all power will be taken back, he will be stripped of his Confucian robes and reduced to a student. After the battle between heaven and man, he will be exiled to the Student Hall for five years."

"During these five years, he is not allowed to step into the inner courtyard of Zilu Academy."

When Zhongbo's words fell, the students around him were shocked. They did not expect that Zhongbo would punish his own son so severely.

Zhongcang's face turned pale, his body softened, and he almost collapsed to the ground. He did not expect his father to really treat him so harshly.

"Get out of here!"

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