"So, Master also knows the Confucian Saint of Beiling?"
Zhang Yi never expected this past. After all, Yue Yao and Taoist Master Qinglian seemed incompatible. Who knew that they would go down the mountain to experience it together.
"Beiling is indeed a genius. When she met us, she was practicing swordsmanship. When she heard the news about her again, she had become the 18th generation of Confucian Saint."
Yue Yao showed a look of memories on her face, and it was hard to hear Yue Yao have such a high evaluation of a person.
"But these are all things from the previous generation, so it's better that you know less."
"I really didn't expect Fang Tiancheng to refine the Confucian Holy Pen. Do you really think he was the reincarnation of the first Confucian scholar?"
Yue Yao had already learned from Zhang Yi about his experiences in Wensheng Academy this time, and a hint of curiosity arose in her heart.
Of course... Zhang Yi concealed many things between him and Taoist Qinglian, and some things that should be concealed must be concealed.
What Zhang Yi does is dangerous every time, but it seems that he can get rid of danger every time, and there are unexpected opportunities every time.
For example, this time, when Fang Tiancheng, who had refined the Confucian Saint Pen, brought back to the Daozong, Yueyao felt that it was a great opportunity.
Those who have not obtained the Confucian Saint Pen and who have been able to refine the Confucian Saint Pen can also be considered a different approach.
"I can't think of any other possibility, he is most likely to be the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saint, but speaking of it... do you know what happened to the first generation of Confucian saint?"
Zhang Yi thought of Yue Yao's omniscient ability, and a look of expectation appeared in his eyes.
When Yue Yao told him not to get involved in the affairs of the Confucian Sheng Pen, she must have known some of the inside stories.
"No one knows what he looked like in the first generation of Confucianism, nor does anyone know what realm he reached. After all, he was the one who created Confucianism, which is a great terror!"
A look of awe flashed in Yueyao's eyes. She really didn't understand the first generation of Confucian saints.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. It was rare that there was something Yue Yao didn't know. It seemed that if you want to know the affairs of the first generation of Confucian saints, you had to make a long-term plan.
Since seeing the statue on the back mountain of Wensheng Academy, Zhang Yi once suspected that the first generation of Confucian Sheng came from the same world as him, and that he was also an ancient powerful man in his world.
"Why are you so interested in the first generation of Confucian saints when you went to Wensheng Academy?"
Yue Yao asked in confusion.
Zhang Yi shook his head and retorted: "Don't you understand such a legendary figure?"
"The first generation of Confucian scholars have been missing for many years. People have been looking for his traces for so many years, but they have nowhere to go..."
Yue Yao's words meant that she wanted Zhang Yi to give up on her own initiative, but when she saw the firm gaze in Zhang Yi's eyes, she took back the words she said, and secretly made up her mind, "If you want to find one," she said.
The first generation of Confucian saints, I will help you with your help!"
"Okay, I should have gained a lot when I go to Wensheng Academy this time. Hurry up and go back to practice."
Yue Yao waved her hand and issued an order to expel Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi took advantage of Yue Yao's inattention and poured him into his arms, laughing and said, "Yao'er, I will break through the tribulation period as soon as possible."
After saying that, without waiting for Yue Yao to react, he headed straight to Wangchuan Cliff.
Yue Yao looked at Zhang Yi's leaving figure, smiled out of the corner of her mouth, and murmured in a low voice: "This guy is getting more and more courageous, but... I like it."
Since being with Zhang Yi, she has opened the door to Yueyao's new world, making her feel that the world has become beautiful.
When Zhang Yi returned to Wangchuan Cliff, he only heard gossip flying all over the sky. Because of the big mouth that was sunken in Wangu, the incident between Taoist Master Qinglian and the Confucian Saint in Beiling had already become well known to everyone in Wangchuan Cliff.
"Shen Wangu! Is this what you said to be as tight as a bottle?"
Fang Tiancheng stared at Chen Wangu with gritted teeth. Now he felt that the most wrong thing he had done in his life was to believe Chen Wangu incorrectly.
"Oh, why are you nervous? The Wangchuan Cliff is full of our own people, and they will definitely not say anything."
"As the saying goes, it is better to have fun than to have fun alone. Do you think that's the reason?"
Chen Wangu smiled and said with a smile on his shoulders.
Fang Tiancheng was fooled by Chen Wangu, and he felt that what Chen Wangu said made sense. He nodded in a strange way, "Okay, there are not many people on Wangchuan Cliff, but... it is absolutely not allowed to be spread. , otherwise my master would have to kill me if he knew it!"
"Don't worry so much. You are the 19th generation of Confucian Saint. You have too late to love you, so how could you kill you?"
Chen Wangu looked like he was not attentive to his own affairs, and gently patted Fang Tiancheng's shoulder and continued to fool him.
"Even if Master doesn't attack me, Qinglian Demon Witch will attack me!"
To be honest, Fang Tiancheng was still a little afraid of Taoist Qinglian's strength.
"Simple, just say that this matter was spread by fellow Daoist Zhang. That demon goddess is feeling sorry for fellow Daoist Zhang but it's too late!"
Chen Wangu almost wanted to throw the blame on Zhang Yi without thinking.
"Ahem!!"
Ren Qianchou and others coughed wonderfully and wanted to remind Zhang Yi that he had arrived behind him.
But Chen Wangu didn't react at all and still said incessantly: "Brother Fang, just do what I said. As long as you say that this matter was spread by fellow Daoist Zhang, no one will blame him."
Chen Wangu still had a smirk on his face. At this moment, he couldn't help but want to like his wit.
"Is that true?"
Zhang Yi's gloomy voice resounded behind Shen Wangu, and Chen Wangu was so scared that he almost lost his three souls and seven spirits.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang..."
Chen Wangu's face was a little pale and he looked at Zhang Yi at a loss, "When did Fellow Daoist Zhang come back?"
"It's been a while."
Zhang Yi had a expressionless face and said with a voice like cold bing.
Upon hearing this, Chen Wangu's forehead was covered with dense sweat. So... didn't Zhang Yi hear everything he said just now?
"That... Fellow Daoist Zhang... I was just joking with Brother Fang..."
Chen Wangu tried his best to defend himself, but Zhang Yi was too lazy to listen to his explanation. He directly swung his fist and beat him up. Chen Wangu screamed and his nose was blue and swollen, which was so embarrassed.
"Chen Wangu, next time I meet Taoist Qinglian, I will tell her that it was the news you leaked."
After saying that, Zhang Yi walked straight into the cave, and it was time to teach Chen Wangu a lesson.
Chen Wangu even forgot the pain on his body, and his hair stood upright in fear. Taoist Qinglian was not a role to provoke, and he was not Zhang Yi, so he naturally would not treat Taoist Qinglian preferentially.
"It's over. This time I really angered Fellow Daoist Zhang. You have to talk to me."
Chen Wangu knew that he had caused a big trouble, so he looked at Ren Qianchou and others as if he wanted help.