"What a noisy thing!"

Su Zixiu stood in front of the magnificent gate of the Confucian Temple, his face was as deep as water, and shouted at the many Confucian scholars who were full of misfortunes in front of him, "What is this place? Before the holy temple, where is the solemn place, is it also a place where you can tantrums?"

Just as he was talking, another scholar was thrown out by the little beggar in front of him and flew away with dancing hands and feet.

Su Zixiu's face became even darker, and his palm stretched out and grabbed the scholar in the air. The scholar's movement suddenly stopped, and then he flew towards Su Zixiu like a kite that was retracted.

At this time, the scene had become quiet. When the group of scholars saw the Lord of the Mansion appear, they were very surprised and did not dare to move forward. They stood aside and made way.

Some of the people who were doing small business nearby were all silent.

Everyone's eyes turned to the scholars who screamed in the air and flew towards Su Zixiu.

The Great Zhou Dynasty had extremely strict jurisdiction over the martial arts of the people. Ordinary people rarely saw a fight between real martial arts masters. At this time, when Su Zixiu stretched out his palm to hold people in the void, he was so excited that he could watch the face and cheered.

After a clear sound, Su Zixiu had already grabbed the scholar who had flew down. After glaring at the man fiercely, Su Zixiu snorted coldly and walked down the steps.

A scholar next to him saw Su Zixiu coming, and hurriedly bowed and said in a trembling voice: "Sir, this is the case..."

Su Zixiu raised his eyelids slightly and emitted a sharp light, "Hmm?"

The scholar opposite felt the coldness in Su Zixiu's eyes, his body trembled, and he said half of his words, and swallowed the rest into his stomach, bowed his head and retreated, and did not dare to say anything more.

Su Zixiu turned his gaze to the little beggar opposite him.

While he was looking at the little beggar, the little beggar opposite also looked at him. The two of them looked at each other, and Su Zixiu's heart was trembling inexplicably.

The little beggar opposite him was about seven feet tall, with a scattered hair, a rolled trouser legs, barefoots, and a long blue gown on his body turned blue and white because he had been wearing it for too long. His outfit was obviously the dress of an ordinary farmer, but he walked barefoot with a scattered head and a dirty face, but he was no different from an ordinary beggar. He only had a pair of clear eyes, like two cold stars in the sky, and like the bottomless spring on the snowy mountain outside the sky. It was deep and bottomless, but it reflected the ten directions.

Su Zixiu looked at it for a moment, and suddenly remembered the urgent report from the court that he received yesterday, and his face changed wildly.

He took a deep breath and asked softly: "What do you call this little brother? I wonder why you fought with my Confucian disciple before the Confucian Temple?"

The person in the shape of a beggar opposite was Yang Xian. After killing the commander of the Heavenly Thunder Division in Yaoshan, he successively killed the other group of masters. It was not until the entire Thunder Division was killed and dispersed, Shi Shiran came to Qingyang Mansion and went to the Confucian Temple to worship the ancestors of the Confucian Sect.

Because he couldn't stand the Taomulian at the entrance of the Confucian Temple, he took action to break it, which caused such a storm.

According to common sense, as the leader of Yang Xianru's sect, he should not have been so reckless.

As the saying goes, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. As the leader of the Confucian sect, when the enemy is strong and we are weak and alone, we should preserve our strength and grow in secret.

But Yang Xian is always open and upright in his life, and never does ghostly things. He really matches the word "通" in his name.

The original meaning of the word "通" is: the decoration on the head.

And decorations are worn for people to see, so they are naturally afraid of not being gorgeous, not eye-catching, or not attracting attention.

What Yang Xian does now is exactly in line with the original meaning of his name.

He is calm, but he acts very high-profile!

It would be fine if he was an ordinary sect, but once he became the leader of the Confucian sect, he would become the target of public criticism. It would be a great move to do a bright and truly great move when his strength was insufficient. This was completely a way to die.

Mei Niansheng knew about his disciple's problems, so he made Yang Xian walk around the nineteen states with undressed head and barefoot.

His original intention was to let Yang Xian temper his character. If he traveled through the nineteen states in the world, it would take more than ten years. With more than ten years as a buffer, Yang Xian would definitely grow into a Grandmaster of Gaide. At that time, he would enter Zhongzhou again, kill rebels, and clean up the portals, and the Confucian school would naturally prosper.

But no matter what, he would never have thought that Yang Xian actually changed "traveling all nineteen states" to "traying all nineteen states". The difference of one word is a thousand miles away.

Now Yang Xian’s first visit is Qingzhou!

He heard Su Zixiu ask at this time and smiled and said, "I am..."

As soon as he said two words, Su Zixiu suddenly shouted: "Stop!"

Su Zixiu glanced at Yang Xian deeply and shouted: "I don't care who you are, and I don't want to know who you are!"

He shouted: "I just ask you, are you making loud noises and beating scholars in front of the temple? Is this right or wrong?"

Yang Xian was slightly stunned and said honestly: "It is indeed my fault for being a hustle and one who is making a move to hit people!"

When Su Zixiu heard Yang Xian say this, he nodded immediately and said, "Very good! It seems that you know you are wrong too!"

He didn't give him the opportunity to speak at the moment and continued, "It's great that knowing mistakes can improve! You are an ignorant villager and a homeless beggar. Even if you are good at flirting, this holy place of the Confucian Temple is not a place for you to go wild. Since you know that you are wrong, why don't you go to the temple to kneel down and apologize to my Confucian ancestors?"

Many scholars next to them thought that the Lord of the Mansion would punish the beggar in front of him, but they did not expect that Su Zixiu would say such words. For a moment, everyone looked at each other, all doubting that something was wrong with their ears.

You should know that only Confucians can enter the Confucian temple to worship. If people outside the gate want to enter, they must have the highest status of Confucians in the local area nodded. If you want to enter the Confucian temple in white, you should not think about it.

Now that the beggar in front of him beat someone, the master of the mansion asked him to go to the Holy Temple to kneel down and apologize. This is not a punishment, it is simply a compliment!

Not only did the many scholars next to him feel extremely abrupt, but even the small vendors doing business on the side felt it was difficult to understand.

An old white-bearded scholar could no longer bear it. He plucked up the courage to walk to Su Zixiu and whispered: "Old master, this name is so skillful, must be of great origin. It is not an ordinary citizen. If he rashly lets him step into the Confucian Temple to worship sages, is it probably not a good match for the etiquette?"

“Bold!”

After hearing the old Confucian scholar's words, Su Zixiu was furious, "I have ordered that you can't let you interfere? Why don't you retreat quickly!"

The old Confucian scholar had never seen the owner of the mansion speak so fiercely. He was so scared that he staggered, fell to the ground with a thud, rolled a few times, retreated in panic, stood beside him and just shivered.

Su Zixiu shouted at the old scholar and whispered to Yang Xian: "I asked you to kneel down to worship the sages and apologize, are you going or not?"

Yang Xian looked at Su Zixiu with a smile, "I'll go!"

He laughed and said, "The noise and fighting in front of the Holy Temple is just a trivial matter. It is okay to ask for punishment without apology. But as the lord of Qingzhou Prefecture, you have starved to death by the people under your rule. Do you have to kowtow to the ancestors of the Confucian Sect first?

Su Zixiu's face was gloomy and did not answer. He just reached out to the gate and pointed it out, "Please!"

Yang Xian took no hesitation and walked forward. After a few steps, he reached the temple gate, climbed the steps, and walked straight into the door opening.

He had just entered the door opening when the door behind him suddenly closed.

Yang Xian walked into the yard and looked forward. He saw an old man with white hair and white hair standing there with a teapot under an old tree and smiling beside the stone table.

The old man looked at Yang Xian and asked with a smile: "Master of Confucian Sect?"

While he was talking, a water arrow suddenly spurted out from the teapot spout in his hand and shot towards Yang Xian. When he just arrived in front of Yang Xian, the water arrow suddenly exploded into water droplets, covering Yang Xian's body with a cover.

Although the water droplets are small, they give people a feeling of a thousand pounds of force. The water droplets seem to have the power of gold piercing through stones, making a slight thunder sound in the air, and instantly came to Yang Xian.

After a stream of tea was sprayed out, the old man opposite sipped the tea into the spout and sighed softly: "It's too young, it's boring to kill!"
Chapter completed!