"Why is the world not afraid of death? I am not the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints, so there is no need to take such a big risk."
Zhang Yi also admitted it simply to avoid causing any further misunderstandings.
"It's just that it's not worth it to see someone die after seeing Confucian Sage's pen."
Taoist Priest Qinglian also followed Zhang Yi and echoed.
"That's all. If you conclude this way, there is no need to touch the Confucian sage's pen."
Beiling let out a long sigh, and a look of disappointment appeared in his brows unconsciously.
She now also feels that maybe they really made a mistake. Zhang Yi is really not the reincarnation of the first generation Confucian scholar, and after all, the joy is in vain.
"But since you have come to the back mountain today, it is a good time for you to establish a connection with Confucian Sage Bi and prepare you to become the next generation of Confucian Sage."
Beiling glanced at Fang Tiancheng and said leisurely.
"Is...really okay?"
Fang Tiancheng's voice was trembling with excitement. He originally thought that nothing would happen to him during this trip, but he didn't expect such a big surprise waiting for him.
"When this chaos is calmed down, you will be the next generation of Confucian sages, and you will enjoy the blessings of being a teacher."
"Let's go, I'll take you to see Confucian Shengbi."
As he spoke, Beiling led Fang Tiancheng into the cave, not forgetting to tell Zhang Yi and Taoist Qinglian, "You two wait here, outsiders are not allowed in." #@$&
Taoist Qinglian and Zhang Yi nodded. They would not want to go in if they were allowed to go in under such circumstances.
"Senior nephew Zhang Yi, I mentioned the Confucian Sage Pen to Beiling, but she refused."
Taoist priest Qinglian said slightly apologetically.
"It doesn't matter, the Confucian sage's pen is an ownerless thing."
Zhang Yi frowned and kept thinking about how to get Fang Tiancheng to hand over the Confucian Sage Pen. Maybe this time would be a turning point.%&(&
Things are developing for the better.
"But this Confucian holy pen is a sacred object of Confucianism. What is the use of your coming?"
Taoist Priest Qinglian asked extremely curiously.
As far as she knows, the Confucian Sage Pen is useless even in the hands of outsiders. Only literary spirit can activate the Confucian Sage Pen. But Zhang Yi has not practiced Confucianism, so where does the literary spirit come from?
Zhang Yi remained silent, and there were some things that he couldn't explain clearly.
"While they are still in the cave, let me tell you the story with Beiling."
Taoist priest Qinglian was bored and started talking to himself regardless of whether Zhang Yi wanted to or not.
Zhang Yi:??????
Who wants to listen to your story? Zhang Yi's thoughts are all in the cave. He is curious about whether Fang Tiancheng can establish a connection with the Confucian Saint Pen.
"That year, when I was not yet the great elder of the Earth Sect, I went down the mountain to practice and met a handsome scholar. The two of us experienced life and death together, and experienced joy and laughter."
"Young lady, you didn't see much of the world at that time. During the relationship, you slowly fell in love with the scholar. But in the end, the scholar told her that she was a daughter, and then left without saying goodbye..."
At this time, when talking about the past, Taoist Qinglian no longer had any disturbance, and his expression was calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"It turned out to be a woman disguised as a man. No wonder there is such a big resentment..."
Although Zhang Yi was not interested in gossip, he still listened to what Taoist Qinglian said.
"From then on, I kept my heart in a dusty state until I met you..."
Good guy, it turns out that the real highlight is here, and the previous words are just introductions.
"Taoist Priest Qinglian! Stop it!"
Zhang Yi realized something was wrong and immediately stopped Taoist Qinglian.
"Keke, look how nervous you are, it's just a joke."
Taoist Priest Qinglian pursed her lips and smiled, but no one noticed the subtle hint of disappointment beneath her smile.
At this moment, there was a violent vibration in the cave, a monstrous cultural energy erupted, and the figures of Fang Tiancheng and Confucian Shengbi came out of the air and hung in the air.
One person writes one stroke, immersed in the overwhelming literary spirit, and is baptized by it.
At this moment, Beiling also rushed out of the cave and stood beside Zhang Yi and the others with excited expressions, "I didn't expect that Tiancheng could make the Confucian Saint Pen have such a big reaction. Maybe... he can make the Confucian Saint Pen recognize its owner!"
"The Confucian Sage Pen recognizes its owner?!"
Zhang Yi also instantly became energetic and looked at Fang Tiancheng expectantly. Sure enough... the Destiny Map will not issue tasks for no reason, everything is traceable.
"Is it possible that Tiancheng is the reincarnation of the first Confucian sage? Zhang Yi, how do you know?"
Beiling remembered what Zhang Yi said before and looked at Zhang Yi with an increasingly strange expression.
"Guess."
It's still the same answer. In fact, Zhang Yi did guess it.
Beiling rolled her eyes. She felt that there was no truth in Zhang Yi's mouth, but who cares? Now she only cares about whether Fang Tiancheng can make Confucian Sage Pen recognize its owner.
In the past, when others established contact with the Confucian Saint Pen, at most it would only cause a slight vibration of the Confucian Saint Pen, but Fang Tiancheng actually directly caused the Confucian Saint Pen to break through the air. This was the first time Beiling had seen this in his life.
Such a weird phenomenon.
I saw the Confucian sage pen in the void beginning to wave automatically, and a large golden character appeared in the air like a rainbow.
The golden word "天" appeared in the air, causing Heaven to send down a golden light into Fang Tiancheng's body, directly increasing the aura in Fang Tiancheng's body.
This is not over yet. The Confucian Saint Pen is still waving, and another golden word "地" appears. As the earth shakes, a golden light rises into the sky, and finally integrates into Fang Tiancheng's body, and the aura in his body becomes more vigorous.
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After writing the last word "人", the Confucian Saint Pen completely poured into Fang Tiancheng's body, which also allowed Fang Tiancheng's cultivation level to directly break through to the late stage of divine transformation.
When Fang Tiancheng opened his eyes, a golden light burst out from his eyes. The literary aura on his body reached an unprecedented level, and his temperament seemed to have changed invisibly.
"I refined the Confucian Sage Pen?!"
Fang Tiancheng didn't react to everything just now. It was too sudden.
"Tiancheng, you...you have really refined the Confucian Sage Pen. Is it possible that you are the reincarnation of the first Confucian Sage?"
At least in Beiling's impression, only the reincarnation of the first generation Confucian sage can refine the Confucian sage pen.
"Master, I don't know..."
Fang Tiancheng was stunned for a moment. He himself was a little confused. He just looked at Zhang Yi with a strange expression. He remembered that Zhang Yi once said that he was the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints before he refined the Confucian saint pen.
"Is it possible that Fellow Daoist Zhang knows something?"
Fang Tiancheng thought secretly in his heart.
"Tiancheng, regardless of whether you are the reincarnation of the first generation Confucian sage, but now that you have refined the Confucian sage pen, you are technically the 19th generation Confucian sage. I will tell the Confucian disciples this news later."
Beiling glanced at Fang Tiancheng with a complicated expression, and there was a hint of pride in his eyes that could not be concealed, as if he was saying: Look, my direct disciple can refine the Confucian Sage Pen!
"Master, I don't want to become a contemporary Confucian sage yet."