Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

"He has entered the third door!"

Cao Zijing closed his eyes slightly, his consciousness spread out, and he had already seen the movements of the outside world in his heart.

"He will definitely come in." Cao Zhuyu was very confident, staring at the screen in front of him where the formation was projected.

But the next moment, his expression froze.

"Zhao...Grandpa Zhao."

The screen showed two people, one was Shen Wuming, and the other was an octogenarian with gray hair.

The old man looked ordinary, and there was no momentum around him. He was leaning on a cane.

The skin on his face was wrinkled like a ravine, as if he was going to be buried in the ground in the next moment.

But Cao Zhuyu's face changed drastically, "Dad, you are deliberately making things difficult for him."

Cao Zijing raised his eyes lightly, "I am not making things difficult for him!"

"I said, he can leave, and I can give him 500,000 taels of silver."

"Do you know how much 500,000 taels of silver is? It can allow him to cross several classes."

"Even in the court, he can buy a marquis, and it's not a pavilion marquis, but a township marquis!"

"Do you think he is short of money?" Cao Zhuyu sneered, "If he wants to make money, how much can he make?"

"Whether it is the Mohist technology given to the court, or the things that cooperate with you."

"As long as he wants to make money, your title of the richest man in the world can be snatched away by him at any time."

Cao Zijing did not refute, but there was a little coldness in his eyes.

"So I gave him a chance to live, isn't that good enough?"

"The business world is a battlefield. If it weren't for you, I should have eliminated such a threat long ago."

"You won't!"

Cao Zhuyu sneered, "Don't fool me. Don't think that I don't know the way of business just because I am not a high-level businessman."

"Businessmen love money and they should get it in a proper way. If they do it in a shabby way, it will only make your cultivation level regress."

"And you know very well that he won't leave at all. You are just writing a blank check."

The term blank check was also learned by Cao Zhuyu from Shen Wuming. She thought it was very useful.

Cao Zijing shook his head, "Why do you think he won't? Only men can really understand men."

"He may love you a little, but he may not do that in the face of life-threatening danger."

"And you should know your Grandpa Zhao's strength better than me. After all, he is your enlightenment teacher."

"Even your Uncle Zhang was trained by him. There is no need to say more about his strength."

Cao Zhuyu's face changed. This Grandpa Zhao can be said to be the second strongest person in their Cao family.

Second only to her father who didn't know the depth of the situation.

Even many years ago, when the Cao family had not yet risen, Grandpa Zhao was with his grandfather.

As Cao Zijing said, the business world is like a battlefield.

When the Cao family rose to power, Grandpa Zhao blocked countless arrows.

The former business leader challenged the Cao family, and it was Grandpa Zhao who blocked it.

After that battle.

The Cao family became the richest in the world, Cao Zijing became the business leader, and the original leader died.

Grandpa Zhao broke a leg.

"You are just bullying."

Cao Zhuyu cried a little, "If Grandpa Zhao takes action, you may not be able to bear it."

"You promised me that you were just testing him. Why did you let Grandpa Zhao take action?"

"If he could beat Grandpa Zhao, would he still need to accept your test? You are just bullying..."

Cao Zijing remained silent. This girl was so stupid, how could she see his intention?

How could Cao Zijing not know Shen Wuming's performance on the Yongding River?

Arranging Cao Xiong and Zhang Sanbao was just to verify whether this guy was really strong.

As for Uncle Zhao, it was not a test of Shen Wuming's strength, but a test of his heart.

If he couldn't pass the third door, would he continue?

Cao Zijing also had good intentions this time, but he would not tell Cao Zhuyu, but let her see.

...

The third courtyard.

Shen Wuming was already in a mess, his clothes were torn, and even the black armor on his body had several gaps.

His hair crown was broken, his long hair was scattered, flying in the wind, and it was obvious that he was in extreme embarrassment.

But even so, he did not withdraw, but his eyes were still sharp like a hawk scanning the front.

"Boy, give up."

Zhao Qiansun looked at the young man in front of him and said in a flat tone, but his heart had already changed.

Previously, he only felt that he was a married man, and he was still hooking up with Zhuyu, and there was a burning anger in his chest.

But at this moment, he saw the strength, talent, determination, judgment, and perseverance of this young man.

This is not only the shock of cultivating to the sixth level at such a young age, but also the accomplishment of a strong man.

Facing his attack, every attack of this young man is the best solution at the moment.

This calmness in battle and extreme judgment represent the potential of a strong man.

Shen Wuming grinned, "If I retreat knowing that I can't win, Grandpa Zhao, you will look down on me, right?"

"Hehe."

Zhao Qiansun sneered, "Knowing that you can't win and still fight to the death, this is the stupidity called hot-bloodedness."

"It's better to keep a useful body, retreat now, and wait for your cultivation to break through, and you may not be able to break through again."

Shen Wuming raised his head, and a pity smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "But, it will make Zhuyu sad."

"So in order not to make Zhuyu sad, Grandpa Zhao, I'm sorry, I have to rely on some external forces."

Zhao Qiansun looked puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"Are you in the seventh or eighth realm? I don't know, but I definitely can't beat you."

Shen Wuming patted the dust, and then formed a seal with his hands. A strange divine light with a hint of golden Buddha light lingered around his body.

"Buddhist method?"

Zhao Qiansun narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not interrupt, but wanted to see what tricks he had in store?

"Juniors are not talented, so I respectfully ask my aunt to help!"

Shen Wuming's voice was pure, and the golden power around him slowly moved, eventually turning into a vortex hovering in the void.

Immediately, a somewhat aggressive voice sounded.

"What's the matter, boy?"

The air around the vortex rippled, and a black light was projected from it, landing in front of Shen Wuming.

Suddenly there was a black sculpture with blood lines all over it, the aunt on the fifth floor of the Confucian Temple.

"Auntie!"

Shen Wuming bowed slightly, then pointed to Zhao Qiansun in front of him, "Auntie, I want to see my wife."

"He wouldn't let me pass, and then he beat me. Look, he hit me all over."

"If you don't practice hard, you won't even be able to see your wife." The black wood sculpture made a mocking voice.

But then the wooden sculpture overflowed with divine power, hazy, and faintly exuded a heaven-destroying aura.

"But you are a bit of a loser, but as my aunt, I cannot tolerate being bullied by others."

After saying this, the black wooden sculpture did not move, but Zhao Qiansun felt a terrifying look staring at him.

It was like facing an abyss, as if he was about to fall and perish in the next moment.