卫渊 raised his eyes, feeling the sound of those words, a little surprised. Judging from this exchange, it seemed someone had come to find Lu Wu and ask for this jade talisman. Who was it that had such great influence?

He felt a little strange.

He circulated his magic, hoping to see more clearly.

After all, his own magic power had gradually become rich and profound, and his Daoist cultivation was different from what it once was.

And fortunately, this Crouching Tiger Token was relatively solid and durable. It had followed so many powerful people for so many years, yet it was still so sturdy. Wei Yuan didn't believe that these Crouching Tigers were all honest people. Like being bitten by a mosquito, how could you not cut a cross on the bump with your fingernail?

Or like an elementary school boy seeing a branch after school with a length and width suitable for a sword.

Could you resist?

Impossible.

Wasn't I the only one who wanted to break the rules of this Crouching Tiger Token?

No way, no way?

Could A-Liang and Zhang Fei, with their personalities, resist?!

Wei Yuan still remembered that when Liu Xuande obtained materials to cast treasured sabers and swords, there was one for A-Liang. When Zhuge Liang pacified Qianzhong, he walked past a large stone and, seeing that the stone's shape was very suitable for a strike, he directly drew his sword and stabbed the mountain.

Satisfying!

Then the problem came, he stabbed too hard and couldn't pull it out.

At that time, Zhuge wanted to step on the stone with his foot and use all his strength to pull out the sword.

But because too many people were watching, and that guy especially liked to show off.

Losing face was impossible.

So, in the "Records of Ancient and Modern Sabers and Swords," his solution was as follows.

He left without pulling it out, leaving people puzzled.

I don't want it anymore.

Anyway, it felt good.

Might as well keep up the pretense to the end.

So, enduring the heartache, he left a mysterious and unpredictable back view to the crowd and the Ji Han army.

However, Wei Yuan knew that the kid seemed to sneak out of the military tent in the middle of the night to pull out the sword again. After pulling it out, he was quite happy, and then wanted to try how he had inserted it so deeply, and why it was so difficult to pull out. So, he reinserted the sword to try it out.

And then it was gone.

In short, his personality was…

Extremely resilient and strong.

Seeing this Crouching Tiger Token, wouldn't he want to break it open?

Perhaps he couldn't break it open? Or did he break it open and then close the door again, even adding a combination lock? Wei Yuan pondered, thinking of those old friends, while completely stabilizing the scene before him. A wave of true spirit of the scene directly surged into Wei Yuan's eyes and the depths of his true spirit.

He also completely saw the person opposite Lu Wu.

That was a tall old man.

Even taller than Lu Wu by a head, with broad shoulders.

His appearance couldn't be said to be good, even a little frighteningly ugly, but when you noticed this old man, the first thing you noticed was not his appearance, but those gentle eyes, and the great soul, no less than that of a god, revealed in his words and deeds.

Lu Wu slowly said:

"Kong Qiu, the era of humanity has changed, why do you still want to restore the Rites of Zhou?"

"To the point of hoping to let the Crouching Tiger come into the world..."

The tall old man replied, "This time, it has nothing to do with the Rites of Zhou. Besides, Qiu has seen more and more clearly in recent years."

"What the world needs is not the Rites of Zhou, but order."

Lu Wu was silent, and said, "I always feel that every time I see you, you become more... incredible than the last time."

The old man smiled and said, "At fifteen, I set my heart on learning. At thirty, I stood firm. At forty, I had no doubts. At fifty, I knew the Mandate of Heaven. At sixty, my ear was attuned." (Confucius's description of his life)

"Humans are not dead objects, how can they stand still?"

"It's just a pity that now the rites are collapsing and music is decaying, and there are more and more cases of subjects killing kings and sons murdering fathers, and the various countries are fighting."

"Demons and ghosts are also gradually appearing. Qiu only hopes to limit the ghosts and gods... so I need this sword. Shenzhou really doesn't need these ghosts and gods to interfere in human affairs."

Lu Wu was noncommittal: "In this debate, you are far better than me."

"The second level has been passed, and the gift promised to you has been given."

"Do you still want to proceed to the next level? The trial of the Lord of Kunlun."

"Although the bow of Xuanyuan is heavy, it is nothing to you, right?"

"No."

The old man smiled and said, "Qiu has accomplished what he sought, so I will not stay."

Lu Wu snorted, and finally, as the old man left, he whispered: "Since the rites are collapsing and music is decaying, people like you appearing in the world will only be rejected by this era; those with power fear you for your strong oppression of a country, and the weak admire your theories, but they are also afraid of the changes you bring."

"If you were a phoenix, this era would not have a parasol tree for you to roost on."

The old man turned his head and smiled, even with a bit of playfulness and childish teasing:

"But Qiu is a man."

Humans are meant to live in the human world.

"Hmph!"

Finally, the old man walked out of this trial realm with the Crouching Tiger Token.

In a bullock cart, the driver was a spirited young man, sitting cross-legged, Zilu chewing on a weed, arms crossed, eyes wide, staring at a snowfield beast, as if in a competition to see who would blink first. Finally, with Zilu's howl, the beast shuddered and ran away.

So, Zilu grinned, his eyes full of childlike joy.

He saw the old man walking down and greeted him with joy. When he saw the Crouching Tiger Token in the old man's hand, a smile appeared on his face: "Sure enough, as long as it's you, Master, everything will be fine."

"But who are you planning to give this Crouching Tiger Token to?"

Zilu was like this; he never concealed his likes and dislikes and emotions.

The Master shook his head helplessly, his palm holding the Crouching Tiger Token.

When Zilu reached out to take it.

The Master nimbly retracted his hand, and the Crouching Tiger Token bumped into Zilu's forehead.

The Master smiled and shook his head: "Zilu, reckless."

"Ran You is too slow."

"Zigong is too good at words."

"None of you are the best entrusted with this responsibility."

The sages, who would have absolute fame in later generations, looked at each other. After the teacher counted them one by one, he finally threw the Crouching Tiger Token to the young man driving the cart. The latter was stunned, seemingly unable to believe it.

The Master said gently: "Don't look, your personality is upright."

"Like an arrow in troubled times, and like an arrow in times of peace."

"Only you can have this, right?"

"Of course, in the end, I will take it back to Lao Dan, he is the person in charge of the Archives."

"During this time, you will keep it."

Zilu gritted his teeth and refused to accept it, raising his voice: "Master, are you being biased?!"

"Duke Wei is bewitched by the vixen Nanzi, not liking virtue as much as he likes beauty."

"Aren't you the same, Master?!"

The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The young man was holding the Crouching Tiger Token. The other sages found Zilu's angry expression a bit funny, but of course, this senior disciple had the highest prestige in the school, with unparalleled courage and the talent to govern a region, even enough to become a great general of a thousand-chariot state.

But in front of the teacher, he was always like a child, not concealing his emotions. The direct consequence was that he was often refuted by the teacher to the point of doubting his life.

As for this young driver... they were all very familiar with him.

In this era, ordinary people could not obtain knowledge. The teacher was the first.

Of course, there was a little something required to become a disciple.

At first, everyone didn't have any requirements.

Anything was fine.

Knowing that this ragged young man came to become a disciple, the Master meant to give something casually, even a pebble, would count as establishing the relationship of master and disciple. The young man thought about it and actually ran to catch a wild animal. Zilu was worried and followed, but was shocked to discover.

Facing the malnourished young man.

The fierce beast, which had some bloodline of a legendary beast, actually trembled and dared not move.

In the end, this guy made ten pieces of preserved meat as a gift for becoming a disciple.

Okay, the teacher would only accept preserved meat from now on.

This made Zilu, who had cut his finger and pressed his handprint on the spot, almost becoming sworn brothers on the spot before becoming a disciple of the Master, very uneasy. Later generations recorded him as 'wearing Confucian robes and entrusting his quality', the quality was the voucher pledged in that era, which meant that Zilu was basically subdued to the point of selling himself to his big brother on the spot.

As a result, he discovered that his heroic spirit of the martial world.

In the teacher's eyes, it was actually equivalent to ten pieces of preserved meat, which directly hit him so hard that he was lost.

Later, even when he was angered by the vixen Nanzi, the teacher angrily went home to pack his luggage and left, saying the sentence:

'I have not seen one who loves virtue as much as he loves beauty.'

Roughly translated, it was a relatively gentle scolding.