Three days later, Zhou Qing followed the disciples of the sect to buy things, and when he came back, his expression was excited!

"That's true, but why can that age help me practice?"

Knowing the source of the number of times, a stone in Zhou Qing's heart fell, and for a while, he didn't seem to be so curious about the number of years, but the number of times is not the essence of heaven and earth, why can it also help him practice.

And judging from the practice of these days, there is no major problem, under the door of all wonders, the content of the volumes of classics is incomparably clear, and the control is inseparable, and all kinds of things are at your fingertips.

"Thinking about what to do so much, this world is already a little strange, and it is not surprising that such a strange thing seems to appear!"

But then, Zhou Qing shook his head and threw this thought out of his mind, thinking that these were purely useless, rather than having that kung fu, it was better to quickly improve the number of eras, and quickly improve the cultivation.

According to the rules of the Heavenly Sect, with an identity like himself, if he wants to go down the mountain to practice and practice, he must at least have a congenital cultivation, according to what the senior brother said, with his current progress, it will take more than two years.

If there's a way to shorten this process, why not?

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"Zongquan, how many people do you say there are in the whole world?"

The entire Heavenly Sect was built according to the mountain range, except for the many unnecessary mountains that were cut when the sect building was built, the rest were preserved, and on one side of the ridge, huge dark cyan stones were embedded in it.

Early the next morning, Zhou Qing's small body was still sitting on the high stone, the air here was very good, the breeze was very cool, and he could almost see the entire sect station at a glance.

Because of the instructions of the senior brother, these days, Zong Quan has been practicing with Zhou Qing, although Zong Quan is now seventeen or eighteen years old, but after getting along with Zhou Qing for a while, he doesn't seem to care about Zhou Qing's age.

"Oh, how can Uncle Xiao smell this problem?"

"The Zhou Dynasty has been under the world for 800 years, and hundreds of princes have been divided, and now there are dozens of vassal states left, and now the seven heroes are competing, each country has millions of people, adding up, I think there is no less than 30 million people."

Walking to Zhou Qing's side, he found a comfortable place to sit on, and he sat directly on it, listening to the little uncle, he couldn't help but have some questions, this question seems to have nothing to do with practice!

Even so, according to my own understanding, coupled with listening to other people's discussions before, I counted quickly, and after more than ten breaths, I gave my own answer, although it may not be accurate, but I think there is not much difference.

"Monarch geometry?"

The immature voice rose again, Zhou Qing didn't practice at the moment, supported his little face with one hand, looked at the clouds and mist in the distance, and when Zongquan's words just fell, he said it lightly.

"There are dozens of vassal states, and naturally there are dozens of monarchs!"

Zong Quan smiled slightly and responded quickly.

"Minister, doctor?"

Zhou Qing's expression did not move, he blinked his eyes as if he was bored, and asked again.

"When there are more than 10,000!"

Zong Quan thought about it and felt that there should be only a few, the three princes and six princes of the vassal states were established, and the doctors were endless, plus the inheritance of various nobles, at least tens of thousands.

"With tens of millions of mouths in Zhuxia, how many people know the name of my Taoist ancestor?"

Zhou Qing was slightly silent, and then asked again, the topics did not coincide, so Zong Quan didn't know what this little uncle wanted to know.

"There are still millions of mouths!"

Taoism is a hidden sect, and the rest of the people who are also the sons of the hundred schools must know it, and the princes and ministers must know it.

"How many people know the name of Confucian Confucius?"

Hearing this, Zhou Qing smiled slightly, this question seemed to be getting more and more interesting.

"It should be more than my Taoist patriarch, in recent years, Confucianism occupies the land of Qilu, and there are many Confucian masters in Xiaoshengxian Village, and the influence is very extensive!"

At this time, the two schools of Confucianism and Moxia are obviously learned, and those who know are naturally grateful, but the Taoists pursue different from them, so Zongquan did not delve into this issue.

"Can ordinary people read through my Taoist classics? Can ordinary people read through the Confucian classics? ”

With the continuous questioning, Zhou Qing seemed to be getting closer and closer to finding his answer.

"No!"

The words of the patriarch are subtle, that is, they are extremely obscure when they read them, let alone those ordinary people. As for the Confucian classics, there are many rules, and they are very boring.

"When you think of the sage Zhuangzi, what is your first thought?"

Withdrawing the arm that was supporting his little head, Zhou Qing stretched his waist for a long time, and then his head was slightly sideways, looking at Zong Quan.

"Keiko said: Zifei fish, the joy of Anzhi fish?"

"Zhuangzi said: The son is not me, and I don't know the joy of fish?"

"When it comes to the sage Zhuangzi, Zong Quan's first thought is to think of the conversation between Zhuangzi and the famous Huizi on the top of Haoliang, Uncle Xiao asked so much, but what answer do you want to know?"

Answering so many questions at once, although it is not very difficult, but for Yu Zongquan, he was puzzled in his heart, first asking about the population of Zhuxia, then asking the sages, and then to the current hazy words.

"I want to know what doctrine can really spread all over the world and be enlightened by all people in Zhuxia, what I said to you today makes me feel in my heart, there are hundreds of schools of thought, and there are thousands of doctrines."

"However, most of them are for their own development and strengthening, among the hundred, the most powerful is the farmer, but the farmer is only a few hundred thousand, and it does not represent the farmer of the entire Zhuxia at all!"

"The Great Zhou Dynasty has ruled the world for 800 years, Confucius wrote the Spring and Autumn Period, and the Warring States Period is divided into seven heroes, no matter how the situation in the world changes, only a small number of people will benefit after all, so I want to reopen a doctrine of the sages Zhuangzi!"

"The real doctrine, the real hundred schools of thought, is really to penetrate the concept to the ears of all people in the world!"

The voice was tactful, thinking about it, maybe he should do something, maybe for the increase of the number of years, or for not coming to this world in vain, but the five-year-old Zhou Qing sat on the boulder again.

The words were slow, ignoring the surprised words of Zongquan beside him, the real battle between the hundred schools of thought should be the hundred schools of sons throughout the entire Zhuxia, not the hundred schools of thought of a small group of people.

"A doctrine of the sages Zhuangzi?"

"What does Uncle Xiao mean?"

For the sage Zhuangzi, Zongquan also knows a lot, but Zhuangzi, as a Taoist sage, most of the doctrines he passed down are all classics that secretly coincide with Taoism, of course, under the influence of the rest of the hundred schools of thought, some doctrines are not Taoist words.

"Speaking of which, this doctrine has also been involved in the sages of Liezi, but it is not as obvious as Zhuangzi, as for the specific reason for it, wait for me to think about it carefully, and then I will talk to you!"

Zhou Qing shook his head gently, and his mind tumbled through the Zhuangzi classics he watched, one of which was "Foreign Things": The husband is tired of exposing the rod, the fun is desecrated, and the salamander is guarded, and it is difficult to get a big fish; The novel is used as a dry county order, and it is far away in Dada.