"Dad, why don't you listen to your daughter's thoughts?" Qi Guanchi said angrily.

"There is nothing to think about. Confucius will not bury you. My father has shown you some pictures in the past. You look down on handsome men, you don't like the powerful men, you don't like the rich men, you don't like the rich men, you don't like the immortals, you don't like the heroes in the world. Now Confucius is facing the great way, you have to agree if you don't agree!" Qi Guanzheng said solemnly.

"I won't agree!" Qi Guanchi said angrily.

"Okay, that's it. This time I'm not here to discuss it with you, but to tell you!" Qi Guanzheng said in a deep voice.

"Dad!" Qi Guanchi was very depressed.

"It's useless to cry to your mother. I have already agreed to King Song. Doctor Xiang. If it fails, he will have no shame to gain a foothold in the court!" Qi Guanzheng said in a deep voice.

"I don't agree, I don't agree!" Qi Guanchi shouted anxiously.

However, Qi Guanzheng ignored him at all and did not want to get involved with his daughter. He told Qi Guanchi that his maid was obsessed with Qi Guanchi and left.

"snort!"

Qi Guanchi tore the painting just now into a ball with annoyedness.

"Miss!" the maid said worriedly.

"Conqiu?Conqiu? Humph, I don't care about Confucius, I'm so angry!" Qi Guanchi said with a hatred.

"Miss, the master is angry for the first time. I won't give up what he decided!" The maid said worriedly.

Qi Guanchi's eyes changed in his sunshine, and he finally gritted his teeth: "Hmph, I can't marry Confucius. Who is this Confucius?"

"Ah? I don't know!" The maid shook her head immediately.

"I haven't been to inquire yet, go and go back!" Qi Guanchi was angry.

"Yes!" The maid immediately went to find some servants at home to inquire. She came back soon.

"Miss, I have found out clearly. Confucius is a great sage from Lu State. Many students follow him. When he came back from Lu State, he wanted to worship his ancestors. Xiang Doctor brought someone to greet him in person." said the maid.

"Sacrifice for ancestors? Humph, it must be another person who came to propose marriage on purpose. It's all my fault. My elder sister, my second sister, was married to two high-ranking brother-in-laws by my father in exchange for my father's current stable status. But my elder sister, my second sister, was not very happy. Later, she spread my portrait and asked me...!" Qi Guanchi said with hatred.

"What should I do if the lady doesn't want to marry? The master's decision cannot be changed!" the maid said worriedly.

A cold light flashed in Qi Guanchi's eyes: "Dad can't change it? Then I'll call Confucius. Humph, I'll go find Confucius and ask Confucius to turn it off!"

"Ah? Miss, are you going to find Confucius in person?" the maid exclaimed.

"Not bad!" Qi Guanchi immediately lifted up his sleeves and said in a grudge.

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Song State, Shangqiu, Confucius' ancestral home!

Sitting in the courtyard of the central courtyard of the ancestral home, Confucius was piled up with the former collection of books from the ancestral home. While watching the collection of books, Confucius drank the tea cooked by Yan Hui.

In front of him, Uncle Nangong Jing smiled bitterly and said, "Teacher, I went to ask the officials of the Song Dynasty Ancestral Temple. I did not receive permission from the doctor. You may not be allowed to participate in this ancestor worship!"

"Oh?" Confucius put down the teacup and looked at Uncle Nangong Jing.

"Teacher, this is a problem for the doctor. The descendants of the son who were living outside of the Song Dynasty must make contributions to the Song Dynasty before they are qualified to worship their ancestors. In the past, as long as a large amount of money was provided, it was also considered a contribution. This so-called contribution was just a kind of intention, nothing more than a lot. However, now, when students send some money, they abandoned it like a bad move. After a while, the students found out that it was an order issued to the doctor, and no one dared to let go of the teacher!" Uncle Nangong Jing frowned.

"I have made great contributions to the Song State? Only then can I worship my ancestors?" Confucius frowned slightly.

"Teacher, this is Xiang Xu's difficulty. He wants the teacher to stay in Song State! The official in charge of worshiping ancestors also said that as long as the teacher is willing to stay in Song State and take charge of Song State, it is a great contribution to Song State. Isn't this obvious? Force the teacher to stay in Song State! Xiang Xu is a villain!" Uncle Nangong Jing said depressedly.

Confucius shook his head: "Xiang Xu is a man, loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and open and honest, he is not a villain!"

"Isn't this a villain? If I weren't a villain, why would it be so difficult?" Uncle Nangong Jing said depressedly.

Confucius shook his head: "Directing oneself to the country is for justice, and he is not a villain! Besides, he has not done anything at all, he has just raised the conditions for worshiping ancestors!"

"But, this improvement is infinite. No matter what we do, they don't admit to making enough contributions, so what's the use?" Uncle Nangong Jing said worriedly.

"There is nothing difficult in the world. I am afraid that there is nothing that cannot be done. Song State will not be left behind. If you stay in Song State, it will be difficult to continue studying and studying. However, worshiping ancestors is the last wish of my father. I cannot give up and make great contributions to Song State? In fact, speaking of this, Song State has really encountered a major disaster now!" Confucius shook his head and said.

"A major disaster? Teacher, are you talking about the famine in the Song State?" Uncle Nangong Jing said curiously.

Uncle Nangong Jing also saw a lot along the way. Although he did not eat with his son, he was also countless victims. Not long ago, Uncle Nangong Jing encountered a beggar carrying a portrait of Bao Si. The beggar was chased and escaped, but starved to death.

The entire Song State was shrouded in a huge famine.

"There has not been a huge drought in the past two years. Why is there a major disaster?" Confucius looked at Uncle Nangong Jing and said.

"Students just heard that in the territory of Song State, grain production was reduced, and even in many places, there was no grain harvest, and the people lost their harvest, and the inventory of major families was in urgent need of...?" Uncle Nangong Jing said in surprise.

"In the year of great disaster, the Song State is in turmoil, but this is not the key!" Confucius looked up at the sky.

The students also looked up at the sky.

At this moment, the students learned from Confucius, and looked at the sky with the righteous spirit of the great way.

"Black gas? Is this black gas? Demonic gas?"

"The entire Shangqiu is covered with a layer of demonic energy?"

"No, not only Shangqiu, but also Shangqiu, is it possible that the entire Song State is shrouded in this demonic energy?"

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The students exclaimed.

"Do you think this demonic energy is a little familiar?" Confucius looked at the unaware energy in the sky.

"Ah, it's the Demon Tiger. The student remembered the Demon Tiger released by Shao Zhengmao!" Duanmu Ci shouted in surprise.

Duanmu Ci was the last guard of the demon tiger and was always worried about his dereliction of duty. The demon tiger's demon energy was even more engraved in his heart. How could he forget it?

"Demon Tiger?" The students' faces changed.

"The Demon Tiger and Victory of the Nine Heavens?" Confucius thought.

Just as Confucius frowned and thought, an angry shout came from outside the house.

"Conqiu, come out for me! What qualifications do you have? Marry Qi Guanchi!" A shout came from outside the door.

A shout made Confucius frown slightly, and the students also looked dark.
Chapter completed!