This question immediately put Mr. Ye out of control.
Confucian saint?
Who is a Confucian saint?
Ye Qingyun looked around.
It seemed like I was the only one who had just entered.
He pointed at himself.
"Um, are you asking me?"
Yan Zheng hummed.
Ye Qingyun was suddenly embarrassed.
"I'm not a Confucian saint. Look at my cultivation at the Condensation Level, I'm still far from being a saint."
Hearing this, Yan Zheng also noticed Ye Qingyun's cultivation.
Very weak indeed.
But for some reason, Yan Zheng felt keenly that there was an extremely amazing power hidden in Ye Qingyun's body.
This power is hidden very deeply.
Even Yan Zheng was not sure what kind of force this was.
But one thing is certain about Yanzheng.
The person in front of me, who speaks and behaves a bit strangely, must be a person who is very good at hiding himself.
Everything he showed was probably not the true face of this person at all.
"Your Majesty can pass through the three levels I set. He is definitely not an ordinary person."
Yan Zheng said calmly.
Ye Qingyun touched his nose.
"It was just a fluke."
lucky?
Yan Zheng doesn't think so.
None of the three levels he set could be passed by luck.
Not to mention Ye Yun's performance in these three levels can only be described as amazing.
At least Yan Zheng never expected that Ye Qingyun would behave like this.
"Please take a seat."
"good."
Ye Qingyun and Yan Zheng immediately sat opposite each other.
As the dean of Baisha Academy, Shen Yunlong, now worked as a waiter for the servants, making tea and water for the two of them.
Ye Qingyun was thinking about rescuing Huikong, and couldn't help but speak first at this moment.
"Huikong was confused for a moment and made a mistake. I will apologize to your court on his behalf."
"I hope you can be more lenient and let Huikong go."
As Ye Qingyun spoke, he bowed to Yan Zheng.
Yan Zheng's complexion changed slightly.
Do not know why.
Being bowed by Ye Qingyun like this, the energy and blood in his body surged uncontrollably.
Deep in his soul, there was even more pain.
"Why is this so?"
Yan Zheng was secretly surprised.
When Ye Qingyun saw that Yan Zheng was silent, he thought he did it on purpose.
I want to see Ye Qingyun's sincerity.
Ye Qingyun was helpless and secretly scolded Huikong, "If something happens, I will come and wipe your ass."
Now.
Ye Qingyun took a deep breath.
He bowed deeply to Yan Zheng again.
"I hope you can be more tolerant!"
At this bow, Yan Zheng groaned, and his internal organs seemed to be shocked.
The throat is sweet.
Almost vomiting blood.
Ye Qingyun is not finished yet.
I have to bend down again.
Yan Zheng panicked.
Raise your hand quickly.
"Your Excellency, you don't have to be like this. Sit down and talk about it later."
Ye Qingyun was startled and had to first
Sat down.
Yan Zheng breathed a long sigh of relief, finally suppressing his boiling blood.
"Who is this person? I can't bear his two rak'ahs?"
Yan Zheng was horrified.
He is the son of a saint.
Moreover, although Yan Zheng has no cultivation base at all, he has extremely profound Confucian attainments.
It has reached the state of speaking the constitution of heaven and following the law.
If Yan Zheng is willing, he can achieve the status of a saint in this era.
But Yan Zheng did not do this.
What he pursues is not the realm of sainthood.
That’s why I didn’t become a saint through Confucianism.
But even so, he is worthy enough to be worshiped by anyone in the world.
But Ye Qingyun's two prayers almost made him vomit blood.
This was so unexpected for Yan Zheng.
Yan Zheng calmed down.
"What do you call your honorable master?"
"Ye Qingyun."
"Qingyun's ambition? Good name, good name!"
"Ahem, mom and dad are fine."
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Shen Yunlong on the side was silent.
There was a sense of embarrassment in the conversation between these two people.
"Master Ye doesn't seem to be a Buddhist, but I don't know what his relationship is with that monk?"
To be continued...