The rising sun dispels the night, and a touch of morning light shines on the earth, adding light to the world.

Many early people have gone out, peddlers and peasants, and farmer workers are already walking on the road. Facing the warm winter sun, they have begun a new day of life.

In Bailu Academy, many scholars have walked in the corridors and are preparing to go to the square for morning reading and morning classes.

The old man in a short coat of coarse cloth was gently waving his broom to sweep the yellow fallen leaves on the ground.

It seems that most of the time, the old man sweeping the floor smiled. He would laugh when he looked at the young scholars who were full of vitality, and he would laugh when he listened to the sound of books in the yard. He would laugh when he met everyone who greeted him. Every day of the old man seemed to be in a happy mood, as if what he had in his heart and what he saw in his eyes were all the beauty of the world.

"Why did you come so early today?"

When he saw a glimpse of a white dress standing outside the door wall, the old man asked with a smile.

The young man in white, as he was better than snow, bowed and said, "I suddenly felt upset last night. I remembered a few questions, but I racked my brains and couldn't solve them. I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep at night, so I rushed over early in the morning and wanted to ask the old man for advice."

A young scholar who had just stepped into the gate of the yard looked at Zhuo Yuming with a strange look, but did not stop and continued to walk towards the yard. This person was really strange. He didn't go to the teacher to help him with the problem, but went to ask an old man to sweep the floor. I think he was not a scholar who really studied and politely.

The old man's eyes circulated, he leaned his broom against the wall, and walked out of the academy gate with a smile.

"Let's go to the forest to chat. In the morning, the forest has a dry air and a fragrant flower. The best chat."

With a greeting, the old man carried his hands and walked towards the woods not far away.

Zhuo Yuming followed closely and stepped into the not-so-luxury forest. There are only two kinds of trees, peach and plum trees, but in early winter, the branches and leaves are withered, and there is no luxuriant view of spring and summer, and the beautiful scenery is as paved as a cover.

The two entered the forest and walked side by side.

"Old sir, we have known each other for a while, but we have never asked you for your honor. It's really rude."

Zhuo Yuming opened his mouth and opened his conversation.

The old man still looked smiling and said, "My husband's surname is Kong, and the word "cao" is not worth mentioning. Just call me Lao Lao Gong."

He suddenly stopped in white clothes, stood upright, and then bowed to the end.

"Zhuo Yuming, Fuyaozhou, pay homage to Senior Yuansheng."

The old man stopped and turned around, looked at the young man who was leaning down with a smile, and asked calmly: "Young master, don't have to be too polite. When will I guess my identity?"

He stood up straight, Zhuo Yuming explained with a smile: "That was the sudden sudden light of inspiration last night, and he guessed the identity of his senior. After all, his senior had extensive knowledge and unique insights, but he still existed in this great world. In addition, when Mr. Zhao appeared yesterday, the obvious respect was because he was the younger generation who boldly guessed that his senior was the first ancestor of Confucianism and the Yuansheng Confucius."

This creator of Confucianism, the 60s-year-old man, respected by the world, smiled without saying a word, nodded, his eyes full of praise.

"Yes, since you stepped into this Haoran world, I have noticed you. I have agile thinking and a calm mind. It is very good. I have not insulted your identity as the descendant of the Human Emperor."

Zhuo Yuming was shocked when he heard this. Why did this Yuan Sheng see through his martial arts at a glance? He had never taken action in this Haoran world and exposed his cultivation level.

The old man noticed his fleeting look of panic and smiled and comforted: "I and the Emperor of Humanity are people of the same period. If you have the Emperor of Humanity, you can't hide my perception. You don't have to worry. I will naturally not publicize this matter to the outside world, and even within Confucianism, there will be no second person to know about it."

Seeing that the other person's face was even more shocked, Yuan Sheng continued, "I just left a wisp of residual soul in this small world when it was first opened. My true body was destroyed and disappeared for many years ago. As for the Dao Calamity, you don't have to speak, I won't tell you a word. You will know it yourself."

Before he could speak, he was blocked in his mouth. Zhuo Yuming shook his head helplessly. Indeed, what he wanted to ask the most was about the Taoist tribulation. After all, the Confucian Yuansheng in front of him was the only person he had ever seen who had survived the Taoist tribulation.

"Okay, just talk if you have any questions. You have seen all the secrets of this little world. You can escape the shackles of heaven and earth in the moment you point out your identity. I forced you to press it here."

Yuan Sheng smiled and said, "I would not be stingy with this junior whom he appreciates for a few words of advice."

Zhuo Yuming suppressed his restlessness, pondered for a moment, and asked another unsolvable thing.

"I have discovered that it is just a soul that has incarnated here. Where is the body of us? This Haoran world is just an illusion, and the body cannot enter."

The smiley Yuan Sheng looked even more praising. Thinking of this, the young man's mind was very useful.

"It is indeed an illusion here, but there is one thing you don't know. This illusion is not entirely the water of Wuping. Haoran Heaven and Earth are actually an illusionary land that I sealed in Haoran's pen with a fragment of the secret realm as the basis, and then evolved with magical powers and techniques. And your body is in that broken world at this time."

After hearing Yuan Sheng’s explanation, Zhuo Yuming suddenly realized.

This makes sense. The physical place in this illusion has been bothering him to this day. He sealed a fragment of the secret realm in the forbidden treasure and used it as a place for the physical body to store it, and then built this small world based on the secret realm to accommodate the soul.

The methods of this Yuansheng are really amazing and incredible.

"Are there any questions?"

Seeing his sudden appearance, Yuan Sheng asked with a smile.

Zhuo Yuming thought for a moment, and then raised another question he was extremely curious about: "May I ask Yuan Sheng, is there a higher realm above the ten-level heavenly beings?"

The old man frowned slightly, as if he was hesitant.

"Since you have noticed it, it's okay to say it straightforwardly."

The Confucian Yuansheng looked up slightly, his eyes turned to the sky of the small world, and his expression was solemn. The old man continued, "Yes, there is still the eleventh realm above the heavens and man. If you have the Taoist throne of the Human Emperor, the people and things of the Three Emperors era, and the time has come, people will naturally tell you in detail. You don't have to hurry up now, just improve your cultivation with a down-to-earth level."

Zhuo Yuming nodded silently.

As expected, judging from the power of the Human Emperor, he must have already surpassed the level of heaven and man and reached the eleventh level.

"Okay, you can leave. Young people, practice hard and don't insult the reputation of the Human Emperor."

The old man waved his hand gently.

In an instant, everything in the world was quiet, as if only black and white were left. Zhuo Yuming's space was solidified, as if it was a mirror, and the entire space began to fall apart.
Chapter completed!