School flower's personal master

Chapter 12347

Every word and action is carefully considered, and every effort is made to lay the groundwork, for fear of causing the other party the slightest difficulty.

After all, without Lin Yi, she might never have been able to become involved with the philosophy of mind in her life.

As for the reward for finishing the track, it didn't cause the slightest ripple.

At this moment, this descendant of Confucius was completely convinced by the philosophy of mind.

In her eyes, even fragments of divinity were utterly insignificant compared to the philosophy of mind; the two were not even in the same league.

However, her choice was seen as extremely inappropriate by Kong Jisheng, an outsider.

Kong Jisheng frowned deeply: "Qiu'er is only focused on the study of the mind, this is troublesome."

Gou Yun, standing nearby, quickly added fuel to the fire: "This person has malicious intentions, using such crooked doctrines to deceive Master. He deserves to die!"

“The great way of my Confucian family has a long history and is far superior to that of this heresy.”

"Grandmaster, Yang Ming deserves to die!"

He is now single-mindedly focused on killing the other party.

Only when the other party dies can everything return to normal, and only then can the coveted fragment of divinity fall into his hands.

Kong Jisheng glanced at him: "My Kong family doesn't have so many sectarian prejudices. Did Qiu'er teach you this?"

Gou Yun was immediately speechless and dared not utter another word.

Although the Kong family patriarch in front of me has a good temper, he is still a top-tier figure. If it comes to matters of principle, he can unleash his fury.

Kong Jisheng ignored him and continued to look at the situation on the sand table, his face full of worry.

He could understand Kong Qianqiu's mindset.

Not to mention Kong Qianqiu, even he was intrigued by these profound insights and felt a sense of excitement.

He never forbade Kong Qianqiu from exploring other schools of thought.

If Kong Qianqiu had decided that the School of Mind was better and abandoned his own school of thought to embrace it, Kong Jisheng would never have uttered a single word of objection.

The problem is, the occasion is wrong.

This is the final race of the Saint's Race.

He might disregard the track rewards, but this is just theoretical discussion; the Heavenly Dao is watching. If he were to fully commit to the other side at this point, unexpected consequences could very likely occur.

This is true.

Kong Qianqiu, blinded by his own involvement, felt only regret for not having met the right person sooner, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the study of mind.

But precisely because of this, all the confusion that had accumulated before suddenly backfired, and Kong Qianqiu was instantly lost and confused.

Seeing Kong Qianqiu suddenly freeze, the others were puzzled and assumed she was deep in thought.

Lin Yi, sitting opposite him, noticed it immediately.

Become obsessed!

Lin Yi never expected that the final battle of the race would develop to this point. His opponent clearly had such great strength, but not only did he give up the opportunity, he has now even gone mad with evil spirits!

If things continue like this, he will naturally be able to easily take over the track, but it will be troublesome for his opponent, Qianqiu.

For cultivators of any level, going into qi deviation is a very serious matter.

At best, it severely damages one's vital energy; at worst, it can lead to immediate death.

Seeing this, Kong Jisheng, who was off the track, became very anxious and couldn't help but try to intervene, forcibly cutting into the final race.

For Gou Yun, it would be a great joy.

He knew the Kong family's capabilities; once Kong Jisheng took action, he would surely be able to turn the tide.

At that time, Lin Yi on the other side will undoubtedly be defeated, while his teacher Kong Qianqiu will be able to reap the benefits.

Of course, in the end, he will be the one who reaps the benefits.

At that moment, an old hand suddenly pressed down on Kong Jisheng's shoulder.

Kong Jisheng was startled and quickly stopped what he was doing to greet his father: "Father."

Gou Yun hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "Grandmaster."

The newcomer had white hair and a youthful face, and every gesture exuded the air of a grandmaster. He was none other than Kong Sheng, the former head of the Kong family and father of Kong Jisheng.

Strictly speaking, Confucius is not a name, but a title.

A name that truly represents the essence of the Confucian family.

The heads of the Kong family throughout the generations have all been outstanding individuals, but in the entire history of the Kong family, only three people have truly been able to live up to the title of Confucius.

The person in front of you is one of those three.

Simply put, throughout the thirteen prefectures of the Divine Realm, whether it's the Heavenly Palace, the Heavenly Dao Academy's board of directors, or the Stone Alliance's headquarters, as long as Confucius is present, all the bigwigs will inevitably perform the disciple's salute.

This is a set of etiquette recognized by all top leaders and accepted wholeheartedly by everyone.

Confucius looked at the scene; having not left his seclusion for many years, his voice was slightly hoarse.

“I understand your eagerness to save your daughter, but you need to think about the consequences.”

Kong Jisheng's expression changed slightly.

When the Kong family legacy came to him, he naturally knew how heavy this burden was.

With his knowledge of the loopholes in the track, he could indeed forcefully change the outcome of the game, but this would come at a huge cost.

In fact, the cost can be transferred to the common people of Tianjun, who can bear it instead.

However, if the Confucius family had such conduct, they would not have achieved their current prestige.

Kong Jisheng did not hesitate for a moment.

“I will bear all the consequences. After this, I will abolish all my cultivation.”

Kong Jisheng paused, then added, "This Yang Ming suffered an undeserved calamity, which is something I owe him. I hope Father will agree to accept him into the family as compensation."

Confucius sighed upon hearing this, "Very well."

Gou Yun knelt on the ground, his heart churning like a stormy sea.

He had schemed and plotted his way into becoming Kong Qianqiu's disciple, which, for an ordinary commoner, was already a remarkable achievement.

But Yang Ming did nothing, yet he was accepted into Confucius's school ahead of time. What kind of treatment is that?

One teacher is Kong Qianqiu, and the other is Confucius. Even if they become disciples of the Kong family in the future, their status will be worlds apart.

Taking the former as a teacher is like a carp leaping over the dragon gate, but taking the latter as a teacher is like ascending to heaven in one step!

On what grounds? On what grounds does he have?!

Gou Yun was extremely dissatisfied, but he could only suppress his anger and dared not show it in the slightest.

"Thank you father."

Kong Jisheng paid homage to Confucius with solemn respect.

After getting up, he suddenly reached out and grabbed at the distance.

The next second, a gigantic hand suddenly appeared above the sand table, and the terrifying pressure it exuded made even Lin Yi's heart pound.

What power and might!

Lin Yi's heart pounded wildly. Since stepping into the Seven-Zhang Dharma Form realm, he felt that his strength had improved by leaps and bounds.

While he wouldn't become arrogant to the point of being completely disrespectful, he unconsciously developed a bit of pride and looked down on the heroes of the world.

However, at this moment, facing this terrifying giant hand, Lin Yi felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head.

I instantly snapped back to reality, and then felt a wave of fear wash over me.

Faced with such an overwhelming existence, let alone his seven-zhang Dharma form, even if he were to take a further step and reach the six-zhang Dharma form, he would probably only be able to be killed by a single palm strike.

Tianjun is indeed a place where hidden talents abound!

The good news is that this hand wasn't specifically targeting him; it was aimed at the entire Saint's Racecourse.

As the giant hand descended from the sky, drawing ever closer, a horrifying thought arose in Lin Yi's mind.

"Is this guy trying to crush the entire Saint's Racecourse?"

The same gasps of surprise echoed from the sidelines.

At this moment, even the powerful figures from the various aristocratic families of the Heavenly Palace couldn't help but exchange bewildered glances. (End of Chapter)