"What? He refined the Confucian Shengbian? Didn't you?
Soon, Chen Wangu reacted, looked at Fang Tiancheng in disbelief, looked up and down, and then murmured: "What a good guy, I can't hide it deeply, I can't tell you have this ability!"
Although his memories have been erased, he still knows that the writings of Confucian Sheng have always been unparalleled, and Fang Tiancheng can actually make him recognize his master, which is really a great thing.
Just thinking about how he pretended to be in front of this guy who refined the Confucian Sheng Pen for a long time, Chen Wangu unconsciously gave birth to a sense of accomplishment.
This is even enough to become his future boast. Fortunately, he forgot about the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints, otherwise he would not know what he would be excited about?
Fang Tiancheng also escaped from the Beiling incident at this moment and remembered his affairs. The most urgent thing is to solve his heart problems, otherwise it would be useless to refine the Confucian Shengwen.
"So what if I have refined the Confucian Shengwen? I still can't compare to Fellow Daoist Zhang."
Fang Tiancheng looked sad and said unhappy.
"Good guy, you can pretend more than me!"
Chen Wangu took a deep breath, and it was rare that he had no answers. He would never allow anyone to pretend in front of them.
Of course... Zhang Yi is an exception.
"Fellow Daoist Fang is humble. I am just having luck."
Zhang Yi humbly bowed. If he hadn't had the memory of his previous life, he would not have been Fang Tiancheng's opponent if he had added ten of them.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, I have a heartless request, and I hope it will be fulfilled."
Suddenly, Fang Tiancheng smiled bitterly and bowed carefully.
Zhang Yi knew that the key thing was coming, so he straightened his body and said, "What's the matter?"
"I hope Fellow Daoist Zhang will discuss the truth with me!"
Fang Tiancheng looked at Zhang Yi with anticipation, and his eyes were also burning with a raging fighting spirit.
Before meeting Zhang Yi, Fang Tiancheng thought he was the first Confucian and Taoist person in contemporary times, and thought he was also a peerless genius. He had only practiced for twenty-six years and had made a breakthrough in the late stage of the God-Transformation period with Confucian and Taoism, and was also considered a strange person.
"Oh? How to discuss it?"
Zhang Yi also became interested. Fang Tiancheng had always talked about the discussion of Taoism before, but now it is obviously not an ordinary discussion of Taoism at this time.
"On the Confucian way, judge the level by poetry, songs and essays."
Fang Tiancheng took a deep breath and said embarrassedly.
"I know that fellow Taoist Zhang is not a Confucian, nor has he practiced Confucianism, but fellow Taoist Zhang's literary talent is one of the best I have seen in my life, and it is unique in the present."
"I hope Fellow Daoist Zhang will be successful!"
After saying that, Fang Tiancheng bowed deeply and said with great sincerity.
"I can promise you, but..."
Zhang Yi had just had an idea in his mind. He wanted to get the Confucian Sheng pen through this discussion of Taoism, which was undoubtedly an additional bet.
But when he had just had this idea, the destiny map in his body began to warn him wildly, obviously telling him that this move was not feasible, which also made Zhang Yi take back what he said, and felt like a headache.
"But what?"
Fang Tiancheng looked at Zhang Yi with a gaze. As long as Zhang Yi can discuss the truth with him and solve his heart problems, no matter how much he wins and loses this time, he will benefit a lot.
"I promise you!"
Zhang Yi was a little embarrassed. This was not possible, and that was not possible. He could only do it according to Fang Tiancheng's method first to see if there was any other turning point in the matter.
Upon hearing this, Fang Tiancheng was overjoyed. He thought Zhang Yi would make some requests, but he didn't expect Zhang Yi to agree so readily. "Fellow Daoist Zhang is remembered by Fang."
This discussion of Taoism determines Fang Tiancheng's future achievements, which makes him disgruntled to Zhang Yi.
"This time the discussion is limited to poetry and essays. Let Fellow Daoist decide on the topic. What about the three themes in total?"
He could not take advantage of it, so he handed over the initiative in choosing the topic to Zhang Yi.
"No need, just make a decision."
Zhang Yi looked at Fang Tiancheng with a strange look. As a copycat, you can't bully people like this. You will give Fang Tiancheng some room to play.
"Is Fellow Daoist Zhang so strong? Then I'm better obey my duty than respect."
Fang Tiancheng was not polite to Zhang Yi, but his expression became even more serious.
"I can't take advantage of it so much. I have a good idea. I don't give the topic to the brothers and brothers of Wensheng Academy this time."
Fang Tiancheng thought for a while and pondered.
"good."
Zhang Yi had no objection to anything and was thinking about how to make Fang Tiancheng willingly present the pen of Confucianism, which was really a worry.
"Let's go, let's go to the Confucian and Taoist forest, and the outcome of this victory and defeat will be decided by Wen Shenglin."
Fang Tiancheng had already thought of a countermeasure, obviously planning for a long time.
Afterwards, the news about Fang Tiancheng and Zhang Yi's discussion of Taoism spread throughout Wensheng Academy, and countless Confucian disciples came to join in the fun. The small Confucian and Taoist forest was filled with people, which seemed a little crowded.
"I actually want to discuss with our senior brother. Isn't this asking for abuse?"
"Shh, be careful! That Zhang Yi is the senior brother of Daozong, and he also awakened the supreme bone. It is rumored that he is the most outstanding genius in the present."
"So what about the senior brother of Daozong? Could it be that he is even better than our senior brothers than Confucianism and Taoism?"
They didn't know Zhang Yi's background, nor did they know the movement caused by Zhang Yi on Wenshengtai, and they just felt that this was a suspenseless discussion.
Yes, it is indeed a suspenseless argument, but they seem to have misunderstood the winner.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, every grass and tree in this Confucian Sheng Forest is grown by irrigation of literary energy. Let's see who can make the trees in this Confucian Sheng Forest grow better later?"
Fang Tiancheng briefly introduced to Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi was secretly shocked. No wonder the trees here make people feel refreshed and unconsciously become elegant. It turns out that they are irrigated by literary spirit.
"Dear fellow students, today I and fellow Taoist Zhang discuss the Tao with poems and songs. There are three topics to choose. I will give you this topic."
Fang Tiancheng shouted and suddenly became lively again.
Many Confucian disciples even sighed. They all knew that poetry, songs and essays were the direction Fang Tiancheng was best at. Isn’t this a humiliation?
They subconsciously thought that it was Zhang Yi who asked Fang Tiancheng to discuss the truth, but they didn't know... their senior brother was eager to discuss the truth.
"Okay! Confucianism has not been in motion for too many years. It just so happened that the elder brother was shaking their spirits today."
The Confucian disciple said with an excited expression.
Upon hearing this, Fang Tiancheng almost got scared and sweated in a cold sweat, and quickly waved his hand: "Hey! Be careful of your words, be careful of your words!"
When the Confucian disciples saw the elegant Fang Tiancheng, they couldn't help but praise him again, "It must be our senior brother, who is so humble and polite."
Fang Tiancheng's old face turned red. This was not humble and polite. What he said was true. It was true that those who were ignorant were fearless.
Suddenly, Fang Tiancheng felt a bad taste in his heart, and he suddenly wondered how much his fellow disciples would feel when they saw Zhang Yi's performance? Will it be even more impact than he had at the beginning?
Thinking of this, Fang Tiancheng raised a smirk at the corner of his mouth...