Beiling showed a meaningful smile when he saw Chen Wangu, who was full of confidence. She had seen too many people like Chen Wangu, but they all returned in failure in the end. Many people even affected the heart of Taoism, which was not worth the loss.
"Chen Wangu, in fact, it's good to go to your Emperor's Dao. Why do you have to try Confucianism and Taoism?"
Beiling didn't know why Chen Wangu had such a deep obsession, but he decided to persuade Chen Wangu, even for Zhang Yi's sake.
Of course, Chen Wangu would not say that he was so strong just by seeing Confucians move their mouths, so he just found an excuse to make excuses.
"Let's go, don't persuade him, give him a chance."
Zhang Yi actually knew Chen Wangu’s thoughts, and when he spoke, no one advised Chen Wangu any more.
"It must be that Fellow Daoist Zhang has a plan, you should study hard with him."
Chen Wangu looked at Zhang Yi with gratitude and quipped with a smile.
Afterwards, almost all the disciples of Wensheng Academy followed them to the test site. The scene was no smaller than in the Confucian Sheng Forest at the time. They were also curious about what kind of Confucian roots the people who could irrigate the dragon bamboo.
The Confucian roots are also classified into grades. At present, Fang Tiancheng is the strongest Confucian roots in their Wensheng Academy.
"This is a Confucian stone. Just put your hand on it and you will know what kind of Confucian root you have. The more dazzling the light you burst out, the stronger the Confucian root."
Fang Tiancheng pointed to a white stone emitting a gentle breath in front of them and explained slowly.
"I'll do it first, I'll do it first."
Chen Wangu had been impatient to come up, but he wanted to see how strong his Confucian roots were.
And he was still holding his anger in his heart. Don’t you all look down on me? Then I will slap you in the face with my Confucian roots!
Before the others could react, Chen Wangu placed his palm on the Confucian stone, instilled spiritual power in it, waiting for the awakening of Confucian root.
Sure enough, white light emerged from the Confucian Saint Stone, but it seemed very weak, as if it would disappear at any time, but this reaction was enough for Chen Wangu.
Regardless of whether he is strong or not, he at least proves that he has Confucianism and can practice Confucianism and Taoism!
Who do you really look down on? Isn’t it just a little Confucianism and Taoism? Who can’t practice?
Chen Wangu took his palm off the Confucian stone, looked at everyone with a proud look, and shouted: "How is it? Can I practice Confucianism and Taoism?"
Fang Tiancheng's expression was particularly strange, and he felt like he wanted to laugh but not wanted to laugh. "It's okay, but... it's up to your Confucian root..."
Speaking of this, Fang Tiancheng deliberately stopped and handed over the imagination space to Chen Wangu to freely play.
"You... don't say halfway through your Confucianism, what's the point of relying on my Confucianism?"
Chen Wangu was really anxious. How could he only say half of his words? Isn’t this intentional worrying?
"Just relying on your Confucianism and Taoism, practicing Confucianism and Taoism is a waste of time!"
Fang Tiancheng did not continue talking because he considered Chen Wangu's face, but Beiling was not so worried. She wanted Chen Wangu to give up as soon as possible.
"Impossible, you lied to me! Didn't you say that you can practice Confucianism and Taoism by awakening your Confucianism?"
Chen Wangu shook his head excitedly. He clearly realized his Confucian roots, why did he waste time?
"It's better not to wake up if you have the Confucian roots. If you don't see the Confucian light you triggered, it seems that it will disappear at any time?"
Beiling curled his lips, his eyes full of disdain.
"Listen to my advice, you are really not suitable for Confucianism and Taoism. Isn't it good to leave the human emperor's way left by your father to you?"
Beiling patted Chen Wangu's shoulder earnestly again, and said with great thought.
Chen Wangu was already in a state of dismay, and he didn't listen to a word after that.
Ren Qianchou looked at Chen Wangu's appearance and couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable. He walked forward and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Chen Wangu, "It's okay, don't talk for now, I want to be quiet."
After saying that, Chen Wangu still didn't forget to squeeze out a smile that was even worse than crying.
"Isn't it Confucianism and Taoism? If you don't practice, you won't practice. What's the big deal? Isn't your human emperor's Taoism better than Confucianism and Taoism?"
Ren Qianchou doesn't care about so much, she has to say some things, even if she has to offend many people.
Sure enough, as soon as this statement came out, Confucian disciples stared at Ren Qianchou fiercely. Is there anyone who is so burying people? Who said that Confucianism and Taoism are weaker than the human emperor's way?
When Zhang Yi saw Ren Qianchou's attitude, he thought to himself that these two people might have a chance.
Tsk tsk tsk, the daughter of the Demon Emperor and the son of the Human Emperor, it is exciting to think about it.
Afterwards, Zhang Yi came to the side of the Confucian Stone under everyone's gaze, slowly placed his hand on the Confucian Stone, waiting for the test results.
Zhang Yi was calm and unrestless. Fang Tiancheng and the others were so nervous that they couldn't wait to know what kind of Confucian roots such a monster had.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, let's give Wuling Confucianism and Taoism a big surprise!"
Fang Tiancheng touched and prayed in his heart. Although he had refined the Confucian and Sacred Pen, he still felt that the hope of the future of Confucian and Taoism lies in Zhang Yi.
Beiling also looked at Zhang Yi with a nervous look. She no longer remembers how long it took for her to be so nervous. All the disciples present were even more arrogant and dared not breathe, for fear of disturbing Zhang Yi.
But as time went by, the Confucian stone seemed to turn into an ordinary stone, without any reaction, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.
"Can I have no Confucian roots?"
Whether or not he has Confucian roots does not matter much to Zhang Yi, and his mind is not above Confucianism and Taoism, so he immediately wanted to pull his hand away from the Confucian stone.
But Fang Tiancheng was even more anxious than him and quickly stopped, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, don't be anxious first, wait, maybe... maybe... maybe your Confucian roots are too strong, and Confucian stone needs time to react."
At the end, Fang Tiancheng's voice became weaker. Even he himself didn't believe this reason, but he was still willing to believe that miracles would happen to Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi glanced at him and did not pull his hand away from the Confucian stone, but continued to input spiritual power and wait.
But time still flew away, and half of the incense stick passed in the blink of an eye, Ru Shi still didn't react at all, and the atmosphere in the whole audience seemed increasingly awkward.
"No way? The people who irrigate the dragon bamboo have no roots in Confucianism?"
"Outstanding! The great story of the world, how can we irrigate dragon bamboo without the roots of Confucianism? And we all have his talents that are obvious to all!"
"I don't understand, I really don't understand!"
Confucian disciples didn't know that this almost concluded that Zhang Yi had no Confucian roots, which made it difficult for them to accept this fact for a while. After all, they had seen Zhang Yi's ability.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang... Fellow Daoist Zhang has no Confucian roots?!"
Chen Wangu looked at Ru Shi without any reaction, and his originally dull eyes instantly burst into light. He felt that he was doing it again.
Even Zhang Yi has no Confucian roots. Although his Confucian roots are weak, at least he has it. What else can he not understand?