The Eternal Beauty of the City of Wealth

Confucius had a disciple named Gong Liangru, who was tall, mighty and domineering.

He brought five carriages with him to follow Confucius on his travels around the countries, and saw people repeatedly making things difficult for the Master.

He immediately shouted, "Master! We are being bullied in Kuangdi!"

"This time in Puyi City it's the same again! Is this fate?"

"I don't believe it! My disciples and the Master have been in trouble time and time again. This is intolerable! It's better to fight them to the death!"

After saying that, he rushed into the ranks of soldiers and started fighting with them.

After he shouted, some strong disciples such as Zilu and Ran Qiu also joined the battle.

Zixuan was resting with his eyes closed in the car when he suddenly heard shouts and screams outside.

He hurriedly opened the car door and saw Confucius' students fighting with the Wei soldiers.

Seeing that her disciples' fighting ability was not strong, she was afraid that they would suffer losses, so she hurriedly entered the space and disguised herself as Hong Qigong.

After dressing up, he picked up a sword and jumped into the guards, killing and hacking at them. In an instant, the guards were killed and wounded.

The soldiers looked at the white-haired old man with horror and retreated back in fear.

Lu Bing, holding his sword, shouted sternly, "Who are you? Why are you slaughtering our troops?"

Zixuan stroked his white beard and laughed heartily: "That's your great-grandfather, Hong Qigong!"

"Hong Qigong? Who is Hong Qigong? How come I have never heard of him?"

"Hahahaha... There are so many people who haven't heard of your ancestors! Who do you think you are?"

"Hurry up and get out of the way so the Master and the others can pass! Otherwise, I will kill you all!"

"You old coffin-stuffer! Stop talking about your ancestors and your great-grandfather!"

"You think you can kill thousands of my soldiers by yourself? You're just bragging!"

"Grandson! You don't believe it, right? Open your dog eyes wide and see clearly!"

Zixuan finished speaking and silently chanted in his heart: "Xuanfeng Shadowless Sword!"

In an instant, she transformed into a whirlwind of white wind, blowing towards the guards...

In an instant, heads, arms, legs, hair, clothes, and shoes were flying everywhere...

Ahhhh… Ahhhh… The guards screamed in fear and fled in all directions.

Stop, stop, stop! Lu Bing was so scared that he pooped his pants and shouted to stop.

Seeing the other party give in, Zixuan silently said in his heart: "Stop!"

But inertia prevented her body from stopping immediately, and she felt like she was about to faint.

She subconsciously grabbed a chariot, but the chariot and she circled more than ten times before stopping.

Zixuan shook his head and felt as if there were millions of people surrounding him.

Confucius and his students stared at the old man in disbelief with their eyes wide open and their mouths open.

This, this, where did this old man come from, and who is Hong Qigong...

Zixuan stood firm and asked Lu Bing, "Grandson, are you convinced by the fact that you called a halt?"

"Yes, yes! I am convinced! I am convinced! Please come forward and answer me, Master!"

Confucius had heard his speech and came over to ask, "Why did you call me?"

"Master! As long as you promise not to go to Weiguo again, this general will let you go!"

Gong Liangru glared at him: "Are you threatening me?"

Don't dare!

Confucius thought about it and said: "Yes!"

Well then! Let's sign a peace treaty!

Casual!

Lu Bing took a bamboo slip and wrote on it quickly, and soon he finished writing the peace treaty.

"Master, please review this. If you have no objections, please sign and seal your name."

Confucius took it, read it, and immediately signed his name and put his fingerprint on it.

Seeing that the matter was done, Zixuan immediately disappeared and returned to the space.

Then, Lu Bing waved his hand and the soldiers made way for him.

More than 3,000 people drove vehicles towards Puyi City, and Lu Bing followed closely with his troops.

After entering the city, Confucius and his entourage did not stay inside the city, but rode non-stop all the way out of the city quickly.

When Lu Bing saw Confucius' caravan going away, he returned to the city in disappointment.

He first went back home to take a shower, changed his pants, and smelled his body to make sure there was no bad smell. Then he went to the government office.

Gong Shushu saw Lu Bing coming back and asked hurriedly: "How is it going? Is the matter settled?"

Lu Bing sighed and recounted in detail what had just happened.

Gong Shushu was shocked when he heard this: "What did you say? An old man descended from the sky on the way!"

You actually used your magical skills to kill over a hundred people! And in the end, you let him escape! How do you do things?

"Sir! I have no other options! That old man calls himself Hong Qigong and appears and disappears without a trace. I am truly helpless!"

"Ugh! Hurry up and have someone draw a picture of me and offer a large sum of money to put me on the wanted list nationwide!"

Here! Lu Bing wiped the cold sweat from his head and slowly retreated.

After walking ten miles outside the city, Zixuan got off his carriage and asked Confucius:

"Master, didn't we go to Chen State? Why are we back to Wei State?"

Confucius shook his head and said, "Perhaps the disciples were walking in the wrong direction."

"So, where are we going next?"

"I have thought about it and I will go to defend the country."

Huh? Zigong asked in confusion, "Master, you just signed a peace treaty with the Wei army. Didn't you forbid us from going to Wei?"

Confucius snorted coldly: "This peace treaty was signed under duress and is not valid!"

After saying this, he threw the bamboo slips to the ground and said, "The more you don't want me to go to Weiguo, the more I will go!"

Zixuan was speechless, thinking, this is not a trip at all, this is simply... ah...

He wanted to leave them, but when he thought of the dangers Confucius had encountered many times, he couldn't bear to abandon him.

Forget it, I'd better sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman. After all, he is a saint. The thinking of saints is different from that of ordinary people.

Thinking of this, she nodded: "Zixuan will follow the teacher's arrangements."

So the team slowly headed towards Diqiu, the capital of Wei.

Zixuan was not idle along the way. Whenever he encountered exotic mountains and rivers and famous scenic spots and historical sites, he would take his mother to visit them.

Soon, three thousand people arrived at the outskirts of Diqiu. Duke Ling of Wei was very happy to hear that Confucius had returned to Wei, and hurriedly led civil and military officials out of the suburbs to welcome him.

When he met Confucius, Duke Ling of Wei apologized to him, saying that he should not have listened to slander and neglected the Master.

Confucius didn't take it to heart and just laughed it off.

From then on, Confucius lived there with his disciples, and many of his students were highly valued by Duke Ling of Wei.

Half a month later, Zixuan felt relieved when he saw that Confucius had settled down.

So she decided to leave Wei State and travel to Song State. Confucius sent her outside the city and said:

"City Lord Zixuan, perhaps we will travel together in the future."

Zixuan smiled and said, "I hope so! Master, take care of yourself, and we'll see you later!"

After saying this, he led the guards towards the State of Song.

She and her mother had a lot of fun along the way, and arrived at the Song capital Shangqiu half a month later.

When Duke Jing of Song heard that Zixuan had come to Shangqiu, he was very excited, as he had heard of Zixuan's deeds a long time ago.

So he led civil and military officials out of the city to welcome him.

When they saw Zixuan, Duke Jing of Song and his ministers were quite surprised.

Judging from his age, City Lord Zixuan is at least sixty years old this year.

But time has forgotten her, and the look on her face is only that of eighteen or nineteen years old.