Confucianism under Heaven

Chapter 7 Su Wu, Su Sheng!

Chapter Seven: Su Wu, Su Sheng!

Looking at the exquisitely crafted calligraphy brush, Ye Ru's eyes widened, and he took a deep breath.

"If you can become a student of the first level, the war poems, war paintings, and war characters you write with this pen will be several times more powerful. Only when you find the first heart of the pen can you unlock the first level of this three-fold literary pen. When the pen strikes and the ink clashes, you can see its power."

Grandpa Su explained slowly.

Upon hearing this, Ye Ru was greatly surprised. A literary treasure capable of enhancing the power of poetry several times over must be at least a level four or higher.

"However, this Wenxin Brush is currently damaged. You need to find the core of the book and use your talent to activate it in order to unleash its full power. You will be able to feel it when you fight against demons in the future."

Ye Ru sensed that this literary talent was not so simple, so he immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute to Grandpa Su:

"Thank you, Grandpa Su."

Upon hearing this, Grandpa Su turned to look at Su Tongyao, whose eyes were moist and whose pearly teeth were lightly biting her red lips. His eyelids drooped, revealing a trace of sorrow.

"Xiao Yao, follow your brother Ye Ru well from now on. This gourd is for you. Although girls cannot participate in the imperial examinations, all paths lead to the holy path. Back then, the great scholar Cai Wenji entered the path of calligraphy, and Zhuo Wenjun entered the path of music. Didn't they both become powerful figures in their respective fields?"

"This gourd contains the secrets of your past. If you want to cultivate the art of the zither, you need to reach the fourth level of the zither, 'Candlelight Flickering Red,' before you can open this gourd."

Grandpa Su handed the gourd to Su Tongyao and said solemnly.

"Hopefully they won't find you."

Grandpa Su sighed, thought to himself, and then closed his eyes.

"You go."

Grandpa Su said.

"No, I want to give you a proper burial."

Ye Ru said earnestly.

"No need. Let heaven and earth be the coffin, the sun and moon the jade pendant, the stars the pearls, and all things the offerings. Wouldn't that be wonderful? Why leave the corpse to ants to gnaw on?"

"grandfather."

"Hurry up, are you going to ignore my dying words? Remember, don't look back!"

When Ye Ru tried to insist, Grandpa Su gave a sharp shout, as if he was in a great hurry.

Ye Ru stopped speaking, as if he could guess what might happen next.

"Xiao Yao, let's go."

Grabbing Su Tongyao's hand, Ye Ru quickly left the place.

"Remember, you must protect Xiao Yao well!"

After walking about a hundred meters, Ye Ru heard Grandpa Su's words and his body stiffened instantly.

"Su Sheng, rest assured, as long as I live, Tong Yao will live; if I die, I will ensure Tong Yao's escape!"

Ye Ru seemed to know something, and murmured to himself.

Watching the two leave, Grandpa Su felt a pang of sadness, but he slowly closed his eyes.

About half an hour later, a sudden gale arose between heaven and earth, thunder roared, and a spatial rift suddenly appeared in the sky.

"After hiding for a hundred years, I still couldn't escape it."

Grandpa Su sighed and said calmly, his aura surging, as if he were a completely different person from before.

Within the spatial rift, a figure enveloped in demonic energy emerged, eventually hovering in the sky with his hands behind his back, unnoticed by those around him.

Sishui surrounds the city, isolating it from all space!

If a great Confucian scholar were here, he would be absolutely astonished; this is the kind of talent that only a semi-saint possesses!

"The dignified Saint Su, back then Emperor Wu of Han sent you to lead my demon race. Now, hundreds of years have passed, and I really miss it."

The mysterious man's cold voice rang out, causing Su Sheng to slowly raise his head.

Ye Ru would be absolutely shocked to discover that this frail Grandpa Su was actually Su Wu, the envoy sent by Emperor Wu of Han to the Xiongnu!

"I didn't expect it to be you. It's a pity that the other ten Holy Guards of the Qilin Pavilion have all perished, otherwise would you dare to come out?"

Su Wu's lips curled into a mocking smile as he said coldly.

"Hand over the secret to my demon race's path to sainthood, or this place will be your burial ground, Su Wu Su Sheng!"

"Hmph, I'll see who's buried here!"

"The king unleashed his might, as if thundering and raging!"

This is a famous poem from the Book of Songs called "Chang Wu," which possesses great talent and strength!

At this moment, Su Wu's talent surged forth, and he experienced a sudden burst of brilliance before death. He roared to the sky, his body swelled, and countless warriors descended from the sky, colliding violently with the demonic energy.

In an instant, it seemed to shock the heavens and earth!

……

"Alright, nursery rhyme, stop crying. Life and death are predestined. Besides, Grandpa Su died of old age."

In Wenxing Private School, Ye Ru comforted Su Tongyao, whose eyes were red, and said...

Although life and death are a cycle, the loss of family members is one of the greatest regrets in life.

"Yes, Grandpa once told me, 'As heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement.' I must be strong."

Su Tongyao wiped away her tears and smiled at Ye Ru, who, seeing that the lovely girl in front of him was alright, returned to his room.

Now, he needs to integrate all of Ye Ru's memories from before and prepare to review them.

If he fails the imperial examination five days later, even with Fang Zifeng's promise, he will still be expelled from school.

This was not what he wanted to see. If Su Tongyao could not study, the Langya Wang family would definitely do everything in their power to frame him!

Therefore, the most urgent task is to be at the top of the list!

After a moment of contemplation, and once his memories of Ye Ru had completely merged with his own, Jiang Wei continued to delve deeper into the affairs of the Confucian and Taoist continent.

In this continent of Confucianism and Taoism, there are three supreme sages and teachers: Confucius, the sage of Confucianism; Lao Tzu, the sage of Taoism; and Shakyamuni Buddha, the sage of Buddhism.

Of the three major schools of thought, Confucianism was the dominant one, leading the monasteries of various countries.

The Buddhist sect guards the demons outside the Eastern Sacred Domain.

Taoism advocates helping those in chaotic times, stepping forward when demons attack humanity, and retreating to cultivate in seclusion during prosperous times, emphasizing non-action.

Although the three great sage masters have long since transcended their realms and ascended to immortality, their disciples have protected the human race for thousands of years, preventing it from being breached by demons.

After learning some of the secrets of the Confucian and Taoist world, Ye Ru began to examine the Siku Quanshu (Complete Library of the Four Treasuries).

The Siku Quanshu contains countless poems, songs, and classics from ancient and modern times, arranged chronologically according to dynasties.

Furthermore, the poems and articles that appear in the Confucian and Taoist continent have been marked with red lines in the Siku Quanshu, which means that although you can use them, they are not original works.

"This really does look like a parallel world."

"Tong Yao should be working in the cafeteria right now. Let's go find her and have lunch together."

After uncovering this secret, Ye Ru rubbed his throbbing head, opened the door, tucked the Three Perfections Literary Brush into his waistband, and headed towards the cafeteria.

Inside the cafeteria.

Four aristocratic students dressed in fine clothes are surrounding a fifteen-year-old girl.

These students in traditional Chinese clothing all have the character "Hong" on their chests, and judging from their appearance, they are students from the Hong Class.

"These students from the Hongban class actually made things difficult for a girl. They have no shame! They've wasted their time studying the classics!"

"Nursery rhymes are so good, they even help us poor students sew clothes, but now we're being bullied like this."

"However, they are from aristocratic families, and we commoners have no right to interfere. Moreover, they rely on that person, so even if we wanted to, we wouldn't dare."

Around the four people were several poor students dressed in rough clothes. Although they were indignant, none of them dared to step forward to stop them.

"Su Tongyao, as long as you become Brother Xu Ziyan's concubine, all the riches and honors will be yours. Why are you so ungrateful? What is this?"

When one of the students in traditional Chinese clothing surrounded Su Tongyao, he noticed a gourd hanging from her waist and immediately shoved her down.

"Give it to me! This is what my grandfather left me!"

Surrounded by the crowd, Su Tongyao trembled like an abandoned kitten.

But when she saw these people trying to snatch her gourd, she immediately cried and rushed towards the student.

This is the last thing her grandfather left her. If the gourd is gone, she doesn't know how she will miss her grandfather.

"You wretched servant, get out!"

Upon seeing this, the student flew into a rage and slapped the student across the face.

Instantly, a bright red handprint appeared clearly on Su Tongyao's face.

Her delicate body stiffened, her eyes filled with despair.

The gourd has already been stolen.

"I can't stand it anymore!"

A poor boy saw this and was about to make a move when he was stopped by someone.

"What are you doing? A gentleman uses words, not fists. If you offend them, do you still want to study in the future!"

"You lowly servant, I'll smash this gourd of yours right now!"

Su Tongyao seemed to have lost her soul, watching helplessly as the gourd was about to fall.

However, just as the gourd was about to be thrown down, a dark shadow attacked from a distance and then slapped the scholar in his fine clothes across the face.

At the same time, an apologetic voice rang out, startling Su Tongyao. The tears that had been welling up in her eyes finally streamed down her cheeks.

"Sorry, I'm late."