The snow was getting heavier and heavier, falling gently on Kong Mengying's beautiful face, landing between her hair, and then melting into water, bringing a hint of coldness.

She stood there in a daze, watching her old father walking forward, walking far away until her father's back was engraved in her heart.

The image of my father is very ordinary, but in this ordinary, what is revealed is a kind of majesty!

Her heart hurt very much, and she seemed to be unable to bear it, so she slowly closed her eyes. At the same time, what appeared in her mind was her father who had left in the wind and snow, and that eternal back.

In a vaguely, she seemed to feel that her eyes were flashing with a blazing bright light, and she could clearly see that the traces of her father's existence throughout his life had begun to slowly dissipate.

However, she also knew clearly that even though her father would leave this world, her father's thoughts were immortal!

"In the last days of my life, I want to go and see, Confucianism...the great scholars of all generations!"

Kong Xun was extremely weak. His voice was trembling with strong trembling, and his whole body was almost unable to control it. Only with the support of Kong Mengying and Xier beside him could he barely walk around.

Finally, he walked out of a snowy area, reached the end of the road, and walked to a place where no one was, and in a quiet place, he stopped.

Here, there are short tombs that seem to have existed for endless years. There is a stone tablet in front of each tomb. The name of everyone sleeping here is the name of everyone.

"I am coming……"

Kong Xun sighed lightly. He sat in front of the grave, staring blankly at the graves in front of him, his eyes becoming softer and solemn.

"This place is the place where the Confucian sages of all generations of Chu State are buried here. After I die..."

This is the destination chosen by Kong Xun. Only here can he find the feeling of going home. Looking at the tombstones, the picture slowly appeared in his mind was that many years later, there would be an additional stone tablet with his name written here.

The stone tablet may be a little cold, but in his heart it represents warmth. Because he knew that at that time, there would be a person standing in front of his grave.

That person will be a new generation of great scholars after him!

He longed for this warmth, with a smile on his lips, slowly closed his eyes, no breathing between his nose, and the softness on his face disappeared and became stiff.
Chapter completed!