"Little guy, I'm quite cautious, but being cautious in front of me is useless."
"No one can stop the person I, Qinglian, want to meet!"
Taoist Master Qinglian kept hiding his breath in secret and followed Zhang Yi. She was determined to go to Wensheng Academy.
In fact, since she met Fang Tiancheng, she has been observing secretly, otherwise she would not have appeared in the way by such a coincidence.
"You are now a contemporary Confucian saint. I don't know how much you would look when you see me again after many years."
A cold light flashed in Taoist Qinglian's eyes and murmured in a low voice.
In fact, stopping Zhang Yi was just trying to ask about the purpose of their trip, and the subsequent things could be solved by their ability.
When Zhang Yi arrived at the Great Zhou Dynasty's dynasty capital, he was warmly treated by Chen Changqing, and Chen Wangu and others had long become his guests.
After all, Chen Wangu's identity is here.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang came from afar and didn't say hello in advance, I was not prepared at all."
Chen Changqing rushed forward enthusiastically when he saw Zhang Yi, but Zhang Yi frowned and subconsciously dodged. He really didn't like this enthusiasm.
I haven't seen Chen Changqing for a while and found that his imperial aura had increased a lot, and his cultivation level had reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul, which was also dissatisfied.
"Saint Emperor of Great Zhou, we still have something to do this time, so we won't bother you and get together again next day!"
Zhang Yi bowed his goodbye slightly and left with Chen Wangu and a group of people.
Chen Changqing had no objection to Zhang Yi's rash attitude, but looked at Zhang Yi and the others enviously, sighed and said, "It's better to live a life like them, but I'm Trapped to death in the Great Zhou..."
On the way, Ren Qianchou asked with a little concern: "Master, what did that old witch do to you, right?"
Zhang Yi shook his head and did not mention the content of his conversation with Taoist Qinglian, "No."
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, I didn't expect you to be so popular, but if I had the skin of you, I'd probably be even more popular."
Fang Tiancheng looked at Zhang Yi with some envy. He could see at a glance that the difference between Taoist Master Qinglian and Zhang Yi was not simple.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, you can't say this randomly, and you can make something out of nothing."
Zhang Yi's heart was tense. He couldn't let Fang Tiancheng say this casually, and something big would happen sooner or later.
Others don’t know that the Confucian Saint is the old love/person of Taoist Qinglian, how can he not know?
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, there is no need to be so nervous. People are not as romantic as a young man. Our scholars are the most passionate. This time I went down the mountain and realized the joy of being a man..."
Fang Tiancheng showed a meaningful smile, a smile that only you know.
"Is that so? What kind of happiness method?"
Chen Wangu's interest instantly aroused, and immediately came aside with great curiosity.
"Fellow Daoist Chen won't have it..."
Fang Tiancheng looked at Chen Wangu in great surprise. After all, Chen Wangu is of extraordinary temperament and knowledgeable knowledge. Moreover, he has a beautiful lady around him. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this.
"Ahem... what are you talking about? Brother Chen Feng/Liu Taiyan, how could you not have that?"
Chen Wangu coughed dryly and interrupted the topic with a embarrassed look on his face.
Originally, Ren Qianchou didn't know what they were saying, but the more he heard it, the more he became, the more he was, the more shy he had appeared on his pretty face, and he glared at Chen Wangu fiercely, "I'm not serious!"
While the few people were fighting along the way, when night fell, Fang Tiancheng and his few people came to a place they had never been to.
Moreover, it will unconsciously make people feel disoriented, and the surroundings look even more desolate, giving people a very strange feeling.
"arrive!"
Fang Tiancheng clapped his hands, and a look of pride appeared on his face.
"At this point? There is nothing here."
Chen Wangu frowned, with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.
"Of course there is nothing now, otherwise no one in the world would find Wensheng Academy."
As he spoke, Fang Tiancheng's eyes showed a hint of pride, and he saw him take out a dark token with a monstrous atmosphere.
"The Holy One said: The Sesame is open!"
Fang Tiancheng shouted loudly, and saw a surging literary atmosphere instantly spreading around the empty space. Under the wrapping of literary atmosphere, a peak appeared out of nowhere, and there was a college above that peak, that is The famous Wensheng Academy.
"This is the Wensheng Order. Only Wensheng Order and Confucian Taoism can open the Wensheng Academy."
Fang Tiancheng put away Wen Sheng Ling, revealing a hint of arrogance in his every move.
"Sesame opens the door?!"
Zhang Yi's expression became strange as he listened to Fang Tiancheng's words. Why did the more he listened, the more he became, the more he was getting worse?
"Fellow Daoist Fang, what's going on with this sesame door?"
Zhang Yi asked quickly.
"Ah? I don't know. At first I felt ashamed, but it would be better to call him accustomed to it. This is the rule left by the first generation of Confucian sages."
Fang Tiancheng scratched his head and said with a hint of embarrassment.
"Okay, stop moji, hurry up and go in, Wensheng Academy will disappear in a while."
Fang Tiancheng obviously didn't want to delve into this issue, so he urged him and brought a few people into it.
None of them noticed that the color was about to close in Wensheng Academy, and a blue light also flew into it silently.
"The sesame door is open? Why is it so bad to be so bad? Could it be that contemporary scholars and saints have also come here through time?"
The sentence that sesame opens the door and makes Zhang Yi feel a little lost. He has been thinking about this question all the time. If he travels through time and becomes a contemporary Confucian saint, it would be natural.
"Brother Fang, when did the first generation of Confucian sages appear?"
Zhang Yi asked curiously.
Fang Tiancheng looked thoughtful and said slowly: "The first generation of Confucianism and Saints are also ancient figures. No one knows where the first generation of Confucianism and Saints came from, as if they were born out of nothing and created Confucianism and Taoism..."
Speaking of the first generation of Confucian saints, Fang Tiancheng's eyes showed a strong look of worship.
"What afterwards? Have you climbed the path of immortality?"
Zhang Yi asked again.
"It's unknown that the first generation of Confucian saints were the most mysterious existence, as if they were just a flash in history, suddenly appearing and disappearing suddenly, and no one knew his last whereabouts."
Fang Tiancheng only thought that Zhang Yi was interested in Confucianism and Taoism, and of course he knew everything about it.
"Brother Chen, this is the Confucian Shengtai. Only by arousing the reaction of the Wenshengtai can you enter the Wensheng Academy."
Fang Tiancheng pointed to a huge original platform in front of him, with countless poems written on it, and the literary atmosphere in it reached an incredible level.
"I will go to Wensheng Academy to wait for you first, and tell your master about your arrival. Master must be very happy!"
After saying that, Fang Tiancheng didn't care whether Zhang Yi and the others agreed or not, and his figure disappeared in front of them.