"Why don't people in the world be afraid of death? I am not the reincarnation of the first Confucian saint, so there is no need to take such a big risk."
Zhang Yi also admitted it very simply to avoid causing any misunderstandings.
"That's right, it's too unprofitable to see the Confucian Shengbian."
Taoist Master Qinglian also followed Zhang Yi and said.
"Forget it, if you make such a conclusion, there is no need to get in touch with the scriptures of Confucianism."
Beiling sighed, and a look of disappointment was unconsciously revealed between his eyebrows.
She also felt that maybe they really made a mistake. Zhang Yi was not really the reincarnation of the first Confucian scholar, and she was still happy after all.
"But now that I have come to the back mountain today, it will allow you to establish a connection with the Confucian Saint's pen and prepare you for becoming the next generation of Confucian Saint."
Beiling glanced at Fang Tiancheng and said leisurely.
"Is it really possible?"
Fang Tiancheng's excited voice trembled a little. He thought that he would not have anything to do with this trip, but he could not have such a big surprise waiting for him.
"When this chaos is pacified, you will be the next generation of Confucian saints and you should enjoy your happiness as a teacher."
"Let's go, take you to see the Su Sheng Pen."
While Beiling spoke, he took Fang Tiancheng into the cave and did not forget to remind Master Zhang Yi and Qinglian, "You two are waiting here, outsiders are not allowed to enter."
Taoist Master Qinglian and Zhang Yi nodded. They would not want to go in even if they let them in.
"Nephew Zhang Yi, I mentioned the matter of the Confucian Sheng Pen to Beiling, but she refused."
Taoist Master Qinglian said a little apologetically.
"It's okay, the Confucian and Saint's pen book is a masterpiece."
Zhang Yi frowned, and kept thinking in his heart how to get Fang Tiancheng to deliver the Religious Pen in person. Maybe this time would be a turning point.
Things are all moving towards a good point.
"But this Confucian sage pen is a Confucian sacred object, what's the use of you?"
Taoist Master Qinglian asked in great curiosity.
As far as she knows, even if the Confucian sage is used in the hands of outsiders, only literary spirit can activate the Confucian sage. However, Zhang Yi did not practice Confucianism and Taoism, where did the literary spirit come from?
Zhang Yi remained silent, and some things were hard to explain.
"While they are still in the cave, I will tell you the story of Beiling."
Master Qinglian was bored when he was idle and regardless of whether Zhang Yi was willing or not, he started talking on his own.
Zhang Yi:??????
Who wants to listen to your story? Zhang Yi's thoughts are all in the cave. He is curious whether Fang Tiancheng can establish a connection with the Su Shengbi.
"That year, I was not the Great Elder of the Di Sect. I went down the mountain to experience training and met a handsome scholar. The two of them experienced life and death together, and laughter and joy."
"Little girl, I have seen any world at that time. I gradually fell in love with the scholar while getting along with her. But the scholar finally told her that she was a daughter, and then left without saying goodbye..."
When talking about the past, Taoist Qinglian had no trouble, and his expression was calm as if he was telling something that had nothing to do with him.
"It turns out that it's a woman dressed as a man. No wonder she has such a big resentment..."
Although Zhang Yi was not interested in gossip, he still listened to Taoist Qinglian's words.
"From then on, I'll keep my heart covered until I meet you..."
Good guy, it turns out that the real highlight is here, and the previous words are all introductions.
"Master Qinglian! Stop!"
Zhang Yi realized something was wrong and immediately called out Taoist Qinglian.
"Hihehe, look at what you're nervous, it's just a joke."
Taoist Master Qinglian smiled with a pursed lips, but no one noticed the undetectable loss under her smile.
At this moment, a violent vibration came from the cave, and the astronomy of the air burst out, and the figures of Fang Tiancheng and the Ru Shengbi both broke through the air and suspended in the air.
Each person and one stroke, trapped in the vast literary spirit, and was baptized by literary spirit.
At this moment, Beiling also rushed out of the cave and stood next to Zhang Yi and the others with an excited expression. "I didn't expect that Tiancheng could actually make the Confucian Shengbian react so much. Perhaps... he could make the Confucian Shengbian recognize his master!"
"The Confucian Sheng's pen recognizes the master?"
Zhang Yi also felt energetic in an instant, looking at Fang Tiancheng with anticipation. Sure enough... The Destiny Picture will not release tasks for no reason, everything is traceable.
"Is it possible that the natural talent is the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints? Zhang Yi, how did you know?"
Beiling remembered what Zhang Yi said before, and looked at Zhang Yi with an increasingly strange look.
"Guess."
The same answer is still the case, but in fact, Zhang Yi did guess.
Beiling rolled his eyes. She felt that Zhang Yi had no truth in his mouth, but who cares? Now she only cares whether Fang Tiancheng can make the Confucian Sheng pen recognize his master.
In the past, when others established connections with Confucian sages, they only caused a slight shock to the literary spirit and Confucian sages. Fang Tiancheng actually made Confucian sages break through the air. This is the first time in Beiling that he has seen it.
Such a strange phenomenon.
I saw the Su Sheng pen in the void begin to waving automatically, and a golden big word appeared in the air with a rainbow of momentum.
The golden word "Tian" floated in the air, causing a golden light to descend from the Heavenly Dao to penetrate into Fang Tiancheng's body, directly swelling the aura in Fang Tiancheng's body.
It's not over yet. The Su Sheng pen is still waving, and another golden word "earth" appears. As the earth shakes, a golden light rises into the sky, and finally merges into Fang Tiancheng's body, and the breath in his body becomes thicker.
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After writing the last word "Man", the Confucian Sheng's pen completely poured into Fang Tiancheng's body, which also allowed Fang Tiancheng's cultivation to directly break through the late stage of the God Transformation.
When Fang Tiancheng opened his eyes, a golden light burst out from his eyes, and the literary spirit on his body reached an unprecedented level. His temperament seemed to have changed invisibly.
"I have refined the Confucian Shengbian?!"
Fang Tiancheng didn't react to everything just now for a while, it was too sudden.
"Tiancheng, you...you really refined the Confucian Saint's pen. Could it be that you were the reincarnation of the first Confucian Saint?"
At least in Beiling's impression, only the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints can be refined.
"Master, I don't know..."
Fang Tiancheng was stunned for a moment. He couldn't figure it out himself, but he looked at Zhang Yi with a strange look. He remembered that before he refined the Confucian Saint's pen, Zhang Yi had said that he was the reincarnation of the Confucian Saint.
"Can Fellow Daoist Zhang know what?"
Fang Tiancheng said in his heart.
"Tiancheng, whether you are reincarnated as the first generation of Confucian saints, you have now refined the Confucian saints' pen. In theory, it is the nineteenth generation of Confucian saints. I will tell the Confucian disciples this news later."
Beiling looked at Fang Tiancheng with a complicated expression, and there was a hint of pride in his eyes that was unconcealed, as if he was saying: Look, my personal disciple can refine the Confucian Saint Pen!
"Master, I don't want to be a contemporary Confucian saint."