Just being able to feel the breath of this saint's power is already a great blessing for Confucian disciples like them.
I will never be able to use it enough in this life!
Yan Zheng frowned and his expression changed.
No matter how hard he drove the righteous thunder, he could not let it fall.
There is another, more powerful force stopping me.
Yan Zheng sighed in his heart.
He could guess who was stopping him.
In the entire Central Plains Confucianism, there is probably only one person who has the ability to stop him.
It's just that Yan Zheng didn't expect it.
This being actually chose to take action at this moment for Zhang Wenzai.
"Senior, for the sake of that person, you should let me go today and spare my life!"
Zhang Wenzai had a look of luck on his face.
Yan Zheng didn't speak, but his face became increasingly ugly.
"Yan Zheng, come and see me."
An old and mellow voice suddenly sounded in Yan Zheng's ears.
Yan Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly.
He immediately ignored Zhang Wenzai, stepped on the scroll, and flew directly in one direction.
A large, quiet lake.
An island located in the middle of the lake.
The island has lush vegetation and endless chirping of insects and birds.
Seems full of life.
By the water's edge.
An ordinary old man wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat was sitting cross-legged on the shore.
Holding a fishing rod, he is fishing leisurely.
The old man's figure was swaying, as if he was tired, as if he was half asleep and half awake.
at this time.
Yan Zheng stepped on the scroll and it fell from the sky.
He happened to be standing behind the old fishing man.
Looking at the old man fishing, Yan Zheng had a complicated expression.
Finally, he bowed down.
"Junior Yan Zheng, pay homage to Senior Shu Sheng."
This old fishing man who looks like a very ordinary man is Shusheng, one of the Five Sages of Confucianism.
The old fisherman heard Yan Zheng's voice and did not look back.
Still fishing carelessly.
"Yan Zheng, for my sake, let's stop the matter with Zhang Wenzai."
Yan Zheng's face darkened.
"Senior, don't you know what Zhang Wenzai did?"
The old fisherman sighed.
"Of course I know."
"Since you know it, why would senior save him?"
"Just because I still have a connection with that Zhang Wenzai. For the sake of this connection, I must protect him once."
Speaking of which.
The fishing rod in the old fisherman's hand shook slightly.
It seems to symbolize that the saint's state of mind also fluctuated.
Yan Zheng fell silent.
If the old fishing man wants to protect Zhang Wenzai, he really has no choice.
"Yan Zheng, the path you are taking is different from that of me and your father."
The old man fishing continued to speak, but he talked about Yan Zheng himself.
"Maybe the way of the saint is not the right way."
"It's a pity that I can't look back."
Yan Zheng didn't care about this.
"Senior, I can let Zhang Wenzai go, but I'm afraid the Taoist side won't let it go."
"Besides, there is another person whose attitude is the key."
"This junior wants to kill Zhang Wenzai in order to appease this man's anger."
The old fisherman was slightly startled.
"Oh? Who can make you care so much? Who is it?"
"Ye Qingyun!"
Chapter completed!