In the Middle Ages, Lu State!

"Mom, let's go. If we don't leave us here, there is no need to suffer here!" a three-year-old child persuaded holding a woman's hand.

"Woooo, but the master has just died, we...!" The woman cried.

"Mom, stay here, my brother and I will not live long. If the tree is moved to death, people will live, and there will be a good start in another place!" the three-year-old child advised again.

"Yes!" The woman could only nod in tears.

This three-year-old child can have such a clear logical thinking. The woman has lost her husband because she has lost her new husband.

"Conqiu, where are we going?" A seven or eight-year-old boy limped on a crutch.

"Brother, my father used to give my mother a piece of land, which was in Qufuqueli. Although it was a bit off, I could live in the end, but I was a little poor and there were no more servants to serve me!" Confucius explained.

"Qufuqueli? Yes, yes, Mengpi, come with us!" the woman advised.

"Thank you for taking it in!" Meng Pi, a lame boy, said gratefully.

The three of them packed up their salutes, and a coachman drove the carriage and took the three of them away.

Confucius' father, Shu Lianghe, was originally a nobleman of the Song Dynasty. His ancestors were even traced back to an early Song Dynasty king. Later, he came to Lu State for escape and became an official in Lu State.

Shu Lianghe's wife gave birth to nine daughters for him. Shu Lianghe was extremely dissatisfied, so she gave birth to a son Mengpi with a concubine. Unfortunately, Mengpi was born with foot disease, which made Shu Lianghe extremely dissatisfied. So she asked a local nobleman named Yan to take his daughter as a concubine. That year, Shu Lianghe was 66 years old and Yan's family was twenty years old. Because of the huge age difference between the two, the two of them had a disagreement in this marriage. The couple lived in Nishan and were pregnant, so they were called "Yehe"! They gave birth to Confucius.

Unfortunately, when Confucius was three years old, Shulianghe died of illness. Not long after he was buried, the scene just happened.

Confucius, Yan and Meng Pi were driven out of the house by Shu Lianghe's wife and went to Qufu Quili in a mess to live a poor life.

Confucius was naturally reincarnated by Wang Xiong using his life wheel.

Because he used the golden body to wrap his soul clone, his appearance at birth was quite imaginative with the golden body.

The appearance of the golden body is originally Wang Xiong, but because of the battle in the moral field, it was too broken, his forehead became sunken and his face was damaged.

So much so that Confucius at this moment, he was not outstanding in appearance and was called "born with seven leaks and topped the top of the head"!

However, this is a good thing for Wang Xiong. At least, his appearance has changed at this moment. Even if he meets an acquaintance, he may not be able to recognize him.

Confucius was born with Wang Xiong's memory, but Confucius did not practice.

This time, Wang Xiong came for a hundred schools of thought and to learn the ideas of the Middle Ages. He was not here to practice. In fact, Confucius tried hard to restrain himself from practicing, fearing that the direction of his focus would be deviated.

Confucius did not do much remedy for his father's death in this life, and he could not do anything as a mortal. He just recited a scripture for him after his death, hoping that he would become a good birth in the next life.

Although Yan was kicked out of the house, after all, there were also his family members, Confucius' grandfather and uncles, who occasionally helped him.

Although I am poor, I will not starve to death or be bullied.

After being sad in Ququeli, Yan began to work hard to support his two sons. Although Meng Pi was not his biological son, they were all sons of his husband, and Yan treated him equally.

But Confucius, a three-year-old child, is not as old as doing housework. He often sits alone on the ridge of the field and watches working people, which is completely different from ordinary children's lively and activeness.

"Qiuer, what are you thinking?" Yan came to ask curiously.

"Mom, I want to study, I want to study!" Confucius looked at Yan and said.

"Study? Reading? Don't you want to join the immortal?" Yan looked at Confucius curiously.

"Immortal?" Confucius looked at Yan.

"Yes, it's what you see. People often fly around in the sky. They are immortals. Your brother Mengpi, but they yearn for it! Moreover, in two years, I heard that there is a fairy gate open wide in the west and want to accept apprentices. Do you want to go?" Yan looked at Confucius expectantly.

Being valued by immortals? That would be a step to reach the sky. Although Yan felt that there was little hope, he still looked at his son expectantly.

Unfortunately, Confucius shook his head: "I don't want to become an immortal, I just want to read more and learn the principles of heaven and earth, and the great way of the universe!"

Cultivating immortals? What a joke? If Confucius wanted to cultivate immortals, what else would he have to go to?

Yan sighed slightly: "Okay, it's not that easy to cultivate immortals. I'll help you beg for my father!"

"Is it OK?" Confucius' eyes lit up.

After all, Confucius was too young, otherwise Confucius would go out to find knowledge by himself.

"Although you are your father's concubine's son, you will follow your father after all, and have aristocratic blood. Although you may not be very popular, you should be able to show you books! My mother doesn't know much about her, so she can teach you first!" Yan said.

"Thank you!" Confucius was overjoyed and finally didn't have to wait for the future.

Now Confucius is the only precious son of Yan's family, so Yan naturally attaches great importance to his request. Soon, he borrowed some books from his father and taught Confucius to recognize his words.

Confucius knew him, so he naturally ‘learn’ not long after.

When Yan saw that Confucius was very serious about reading books, he understood them, and sometimes read them to himself, he was immediately overjoyed.

He kept borrowing various books for Confucius.

Within two years, the Yan family's collection was read all by Confucius.

"A hundred schools of thought contend? Haha, this time I traveled through time, it seems like I traveled too early?" Confucius smiled bitterly.

It is indeed time traveling early. The era in which Confucius lived can only be said to be the beginning of the establishment of the doctrine, and there is no controversy among hundreds of schools of thought.

"Conqiu, I succeeded, I succeeded!" My brother Meng Pi immediately came to announce the good news happily.

"Brother? What did it succeed?" Confucius said curiously.

"In the past two years, I have been following the method you said, kneading my feet every day, and finally I am not lame anymore. Moreover, according to the breathing method you taught me, my health is getting better and better. Today, the immortal sect in the west sent disciples to recruit disciples. At the entrance of the village, they have accepted me as a disciple. I want to cultivate immortals, and I want to become an immortal!" Meng Pi said excitedly.

"Cultivate immortals?" Confucius frowned slightly.

"Yes, I also introduced you to a senior brother, whose name is Uncle Nangong Jing. I told him that you taught me. He said that he would arrange the matter at hand and come to see you. If you have good physical condition, you will also take you to practice immortality!" Meng Pi said excitedly.

Confucius looked at Meng Pi, his face turned strange. He was just too arrogant and forgot to keep Meng Pi secret?

"Brother, I won't go to cultivate immortals!" Confucius shook his head.

"Hahahaha, it's the first time I heard that someone is not interested in practicing immortality, but can teach others how to practice!" A loud laugh came from not far away.

But I saw a burly man wearing a Taoist robe, floating like a fairy, falling from the sky.

"Greetings to the immortal!" Some ordinary villagers around him immediately bowed respectfully.

"Senior brother, you are here. This is my younger brother, Confucius! Confucius, why don't you pay homage to the immortal chief!" Meng Pi immediately urged anxiously.

Confucius shook his head, sat on the stone bench, and did not get up.

bye?

In this world, only parents can worship you.

The immortal saw Confucius' unscathing nature, and immediately felt happy in his eyes. He reached out to his eyes and buzzed, and a golden light seemed to pop out of his eyes.

As soon as the golden light opened, he looked at Confucius and suddenly found that a white light seemed to soar into the sky above Confucius' head.

"Under my divine eyes, this little boy's wisdom is really...!" Uncle Nangong Jing suddenly showed ecstasy.

"Conqiu, why are you still sitting?" Meng Pi suddenly felt anxious.

Uncle Nangong Jing was excited and was about to step forward. Suddenly, Uncle Nangong Jing's face changed, as if he had thought of something.

"Mengpi, don't urge me. I have something to say to your brother!" Uncle Nangong Jing interrupted immediately.

"Ah?" Meng Pi said in a daze.

"You retreat first!" Uncle Nangong Jing said.

"Oh, senior brother, my brother doesn't know etiquette. Don't be surprised, he..." Meng Pi said immediately.

"It's okay, you go back first!" Uncle Nangong Jing said again.

"Okay!" Meng Pi retreated in confusion.

Only Confucius and Uncle Nangong Jing were left in front of him.

"I wonder if you are the reincarnation of a senior who has remembered his past life?" Nangong Jingshu said respectfully.

Confucius looked at Uncle Nangong Jing and smiled slightly: "How can I see it?"

"I just looked at it with the divine eyes. Your body is full of auspicious energy, and you must have great talents. Secondly, I have also understood Meng Pi's situation. I have also seen his foot disease. Unusual people cannot treat it. Moreover, his breathing method is quite clever and it is actually passed down from you, so...!" Uncle Nangong Jing said slightly in his eyes.

"Sit down, you can be a powerless boy to me, and it is rare to be so polite!" Confucius nodded.

Obviously, Confucius admitted that he was reincarnated by a certain predecessor.

"Really, it's really... Senior, I'm a third generation of disciples from the 'Juvenile Sect'. My name is Uncle Nangong Jing, please pay homage to Senior!" Uncle Nangong Jing said in surprise.

"It just so happens that I have a lot of things to ask for advice!" Confucius said.

"Senior, please tell me, I will tell you everything I know!" said Uncle Nangong Jing.

"Do you know what Lao Dan is like?" Confucius asked.

Lao Dan? The moment he heard this name, Uncle Nangong Jing's eyes shone brightly and his whole body was trembling.

"I know, I know, Lao Dan, Lao Dan!" Nangong Jingshu said excitedly.

"Oh?" Confucius saw Uncle Nangong Jing excited and showed a hint of curiosity.

"Lao Dan was a great sage of the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Later, he was reincarnated into a family in Ku County, Chen State. Like his predecessor, he was reincarnated into a mortal named 'Li Er'. When he was born, his purple energy was overwhelming, covering the sky and the sun. People all said that a saint had come to the world. Not long ago, Li Er was taken back to the Great Zhou at the age of thirteen. Li Er was Lao Dan, and Lao Dan was Li Er. Before he was taken back to the Great Zhou, he did not practice. Like his predecessors, he was doing knowledge, without any practice, and he was also..." Nangong Jingshu looked at Confucius in front of him in surprise.

Although I don’t understand why Li Er had no cultivation before he was thirteen years old, now Li Er is famous all over the world, and he is left behind by him. Everything about his life in Ku County has also been rumored to be a hot topic. It’s not that no one is willing to accept Li Er as his disciple, but that many immortal sects went to accept disciples, but Li Er refused.

Until now, Li Er is famous all over the world, and countless practitioners realize that Li Er has long been away from the level of ordinary practice. He is not practicing his own body, but the great way of heaven, earth and universe.

At this moment, many cultivators beat their chests and stamped their feet, regretting why they didn’t worship Li Er as their master. What’s wrong with not having any cultivation? Now they say the Dharma, and one word can determine the world and everything.

Uncle Nangong Jing naturally knew the news, because he was far away and could only envy him a few words. Now, he is another child who refuses to practice and is reincarnated. Could it be that he is also practicing the great way of heaven, earth, and universe?
Chapter completed!