Seeing that he was about to return to Qingdu, when he was about to arrive at Lixia Pavilion, Wei Changli suddenly noticed another breath and glanced elsewhere.
The grass in his hand turned the ram around and turned to another place.
"You can go back on your own and don't worry about me."
Wei Changli has always been independent, so the sacrifice of these Wenfu people is not surprising.
After arriving at a secluded place, Wei Changli put his hands in his pockets, lay down on the car, closed his eyes, and let the rams forage on the grass.
"Master Lei, since we are here, why bother hiding? I will go back if I don't show up."
"Your perception is still so sharp..."
Lightning suddenly appeared, and Lei Huaji's figure appeared, followed by an extremely domineering pressure in the valley.
"Follow me here. Master Lei is here to catch up with me, isn't he?"
Seeing that the ram was frightened, Wei Changli patted its head to comfort it.
"I have known for a long time that you have been dormant for so many years and have great intentions, but the appearance of your group of swordsmen and penmen still scared everyone."
Lei Huaji was not exaggerating. Every one of the Dao Bi Li was extremely powerful. Even Qian Yuan Jing was no match for these people.
"When did Mr. Lei become so humble? Didn't you train several martial slaves in Hongdu?"
"Stop talking nonsense, one of your swordsmen and pen officials must be that evil beast in my Wu Mansion."
"What kind of beast is this? He is just a warrior who wants to be a scholar. You should help him," Wei Changli said with a smile.
"Chengquan? Wei Changli, please stop talking to me about all this. I followed you all the way to Qingdu to settle the accounts, which is a great honor to you. Now I want to take him back."
Wei Changli scratched his head.
"I released him to you, but he refuses to leave. What can I do? This is a bit difficult to handle."
"He doesn't want to leave? That's not up to him. Where is he now?" Lei Huaji was a little angry.
"This kid knew you would come to your door, so he ran away early in the morning, but he left you a letter."
Wei Changli delivered the letter to Lei Huaji. When Lei Huaji opened it, his brows were squeezed together, and then he tore it into pieces.
"This is totally unreasonable. I am really angry to death."
Perhaps just cursing couldn't vent the anger in his heart, and he knocked down a nearby cliff with one punch!
"Wei Changli, tell him for me. Don't fall into my hands. I will take him back one day."
"I don't care about this." Wei Changli behaved very bachelorly.
"Take good care of my disciple Sun Jiang Gu. He is the last descendant of the Tianshe Mansion."
"He is a member of my Wen family. Of course I will take good care of him. But Lei Huaji, I also have to advise you. I know you want to use him for revenge, but don't go too far. Don't say you didn't predict what you said."
Lei Huaji snorted coldly, and the figure disappeared in a flash of lightning.
Fu Xiu, Zhao Guizhen, Shi Jilun and others were all waiting in the Lixia Pavilion for Wenfu to return from participating in the Ehu Conference. This time Wenfu not only won a great victory, but also won the first place in the Eight Prefectures, having been suppressed by Confucian scholars for many years.
The humiliation was swept away, and each of these scribes looked happy.
However, these people were not always on good terms, and now even if they get together for a celebration banquet, disputes will inevitably arise.
"This is a major event for our civil society, and those who are here to celebrate are all scribes. I remember that Lord Taishi Ling is a Confucian scholar. Why do you want to join our group?"
Fu Xiu said that the yin and yang was strange. In the past, relying on the backstage of the Confucian Mansion, Shi Jilun often interfered in the affairs of the Taishou Mansion in the Qing Dynasty. But this time, when the Wen Mansion and the Confucian Mansion almost broke apart, Shi Jilun almost became the first one to be killed.
ghost.
Although the two parties reconciled in the end, Shi Jilun is still frightened, and he is no longer as calm and bold as before, and there is still some embarrassment in his smile.
"Although I am a Confucian scholar, I am also a Taishi Ling of the Qing capital. How can I be missing from the grand events of the Qing capital?"
"I heard that Tai Shiling also went to the Ehu Club? And he showed his face in front of many powerful people in the Eight Prefectures. It's really enviable."
"Everyone is working in Yunzhou, why bother with such a squeeze?" Zhao Guizhen stood up for Shi Jilun.
"Our allegiance is to the Wen Mansion, and his allegiance is to the Confucian Mansion."
"It may not be a Confucian family, it may be a royal family, or a slave with two surnames."
Both sides were quarreling with each other, neither one willing to be outdone, until someone reminded that the people who attended the Ehu meeting were back.
But they only saw Fu Changlin, Shui Wuxin, Lin Wanxi, Zhao Suixian, and a man with a slightly dark complexion. Many people who had never seen Jiang Chan were already guessing, could this person be Jiang Chan?
It was reasonable for Wei Changli to leave. After all, he had always seen the beginning but not the end of the dragon, but no one wanted to take him with him. Jiang Yan also left, which made these eunuchs feel a little empty.
Their celebration banquet was mainly to get to know the new No. 1 of the Eight Prefectures, but the protagonist ran away?
Most of the scribes in the Qing capital like to be in the limelight and be famous all over the world. Jiang Yan seems to be a little different.
The happiest person among them was of course Lin Fan. He missed Jiang Yan, but met Wu Jinghai. This made him see the hope of the rise of the Lin family, so he very enthusiastically invited Wu Jinghai to attend the family banquet.
Jiang Yan didn't have time to argue with them. What he was most concerned about now was Lu Daoxuan. The old man fought against the four major Confucian doctors in Xihe for him and was seriously injured.
We went directly to Lu Daoxuan's residence in Wenfu. The old man was looking at an old tree in a daze.
"Master Lu?"
"Master Lu?"
Jiang Yan shouted several times in a row, but Lu Daoxuan didn't respond. Jiang Yan leaned into his ear and shouted.
"Master, I am Jiang Yan, I am back."
"Jiang Yan? What are you shouting? I'm not deaf," Lu Daoxuan said dissatisfied, "Why haven't you come to see me for so long?"
"Didn't we just say goodbye to Ehu?"
Jiang Yan had some bad feelings in his heart. After holding Lu Daoxuan's hand, he used his spiritual power to explore. There was nothing wrong with Lu Daoxuan's body. The injuries on his body were suppressed by several powerful spiritual powers, but he just felt that there was something wrong.
Weird.
"Jiang Yan, come here. I have gained some experience in practicing painting recently. I will draw it for you."
Lu Daoxuan took out the pen and paper from the bookcase and prepared to draw. However, after picking up the pen, Lu Daoxuan's eyes were blank, and his wrist hung in the air for a long time without being able to put it down.
"Forget it, I'll teach you another day."
"Okay, call me whenever you remember." Jiang Yan had some vague guesses in his mind.
Lu Daoxuan had a previous battle with Qi Cifeng. He could have entered Taoism, but he forcibly destroyed his foundation and left a Tao injury that has never healed. He was seriously injured in the battle at Xihe.
After returning to Wenfu, although his life was saved, when talking to him, he was confused most of the time and occasionally sober.
Is the world's best painter going to be reduced to this?
Jiang Yan somewhat blamed himself. After all, if it wasn't for himself, how could Lu Daoxuan have monopolized the four major Confucian classics doctors on his own?