I quietly became a big boss in the novice village

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Mr. Zhong private school is a little confused.

This old gentleman really gave people a very strange feeling.

But when they turned their heads and looked at the old man again, they suddenly found that the old man had disappeared.

"Why are you missing?"

Mr. Zhong private school gave a chill all over his body.

"Couldn't we have encountered something dirty?"

The middle-aged man in Rupao swallowed his saliva, and he couldn't help getting goosebumps all over his body.

"There are no dirty things in broad daylight. I think that old gentleman walked faster. Before we paid attention, he was already far away!" Mr. Tong was a little flustered, but he still explained.

Walk fast?

The private school teachers turned their heads subconsciously, looked at the end of the road, and swallowed again.

This distance, this length, even if they walk quickly, they may not be able to reach it.

Therefore, a picture of a rickety old man swaying his hands and running desperately appeared in their minds.

……

The old man doesn't know what these private school teachers are thinking about.

At this moment, with his hands behind his back, with a relaxed expression, he walked forward in a leisurely manner. Every time he took a step, his figure would appear several feet away.

Suddenly, the old man stopped and looked in the direction of Gaga Village.

"What a paradise!"

The old man stroked his beard and walked over slowly.

This time, he didn't walk a few feet away like before, but walked step by step.

Looking at the peasants working in the fields, the old man frowned.

"This is?"

The old man could tell the difference between these peasants at a glance. They were full of energy and blood, and they were not ordinary people.

Moreover, he also faintly felt that these peasants had the same aura as him. This aura was very similar to the aura of grandeur, but it was not, but the aura of books.

This can only mean one thing.

There must be a Confucianism cultivator by the side of these peasants, and only a Confucianism cultivator can let the people around him develop such a bookish atmosphere under his influence.

And to make so many people feel bookish, that Confucianism cultivator's cultivation must not be low.

"It seems that there are hermits and scholars in this village!"

The old man became a little interested, and walked towards the village with his hands behind his back.

The villagers working in the field also noticed the old man, and they thought it was an old man from a family in the village who came to visit relatives.

But when the old man walked into the village, he was shocked.

"Is this the Spirit Gathering Formation? Can it gather such a rich spiritual energy?"

The old man gasped. Although Confucianism cultivators do not rely on spiritual energy to cultivate, they still want to understand the nature of the world, and spiritual energy is a kind of nature in the world.

And the aura here is actually a hundred times stronger than that of the imperial palace in the capital.

You must know that the imperial palace in the capital is also blessed by the ancient spirit gathering array, but the effect is not as good as that of a small village's gathering spirit array, then how high the grade of this gathering spirit array must be!

Moreover, such a strong aura can only be felt by entering the village, and there must be a magic circle outside the village to cover up the aura.

"Did these magic circles exist long ago, or were they arranged later? Or are these magic circles related to Mr. Bu?"

The old man hesitated.

There are still very few people who are proficient in formations, not to mention the formation masters who can arrange this level, I am afraid that there are only a handful of them in the world.

If it was really the magic circle set up by Mr. Bu, then Mr. Bu is not as simple as a hermit.

The old man took a deep breath and stepped into the village step by step.

……

Passing by the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, the old man frowned.

"It turned out to be a tree that became climate!"

Although all things have spirits, it is more difficult for vegetation, trees, mountains and rocks to practice than ordinary beasts. Even after thousands of years, they still cannot practice without opportunities.

What's more, this big locust tree actually has a faint air of grandeur.

How can this be?

How could a mere dryad feel the awe-inspiring spirit?

"What are we going to do?"

"Be a salted fish with dreams!"

But at this moment, a burst of shouts suddenly came.

The old man turned his head and saw a group of shirtless men running in a long line.

"This is a warrior!"

The old man's expression froze.

Among this group of warriors, the somewhat wretched-looking man at the head had a lot of energy and blood, and his aura was also very strong, and he was also an extremely powerful master in the secular martial arts world.

Moreover, there is more than one person whose strength lies in that wretched-looking man.

Although the strength of warriors is not worth mentioning in the world of practice, there are still some talented people among warriors.

For example, a warrior appeared in the Great Shu Dynasty of the neighboring country, who killed the late Yuanying with one punch.

Later, the military man's whereabouts are unknown.

Some people say that because the warrior bombarded and killed the monks in the late Yuanying period, the monks in the Dashu Immortal World were ashamed, and they were finally killed by the monks in the Dashu Immortal World.

Some people also said that the warrior went to practice martial arts to a higher level.

Maybe the next time I come back, I will be able to bombard and kill the God Transformation Stage.

"This time it's my turn to go first!"

"Okay, but it's settled, whoever loses will change!"

But at this moment, a group of teenagers trotted over.

"Confucians? And Confucian scholars?"

The old man's eyes widened.

The first step in becoming a Confucianism cultivator is to realize the spirit of grandeur.

Once one realizes the aura of grandeur, one becomes a Confucian. A Confucian only has a certain aura of grandeur in his body, but he cannot use it.

After the Confucian disciples, there are Confucian scholars, and Confucian scholars can barely use the awe-inspiring spirit.

But Confucianism is different from monks.

As long as a monk has a spiritual root, he can practice with his mind, but a Confucianist can only rely on his understanding.

Poor understanding.

Even if he stays by the side of a great Confucian forever to comprehend, he will not be able to comprehend a trace of grandeur.

But at this moment, there are more than ten Confucianism cultivators.

Moreover, the age is not high, looking at the Yunyan thirteen secular dynasties, they can't find so many Confucianism geniuses.

It stands to reason that he was excited when so many Confucian geniuses appeared in the Great Wei Dynasty at once.

But at the moment, he wasn't happy at all.

Because it's full of weirdness.

A vigorous villager.

Mysterious formation.

The tree demon with arrogance,

There is also a group of warriors.

"What kind of village is this?"

The old man has become numb.

Originally, he thought he was just here to meet the junior, and to give him a chance.

After all, it would be good for the entire Wei Dynasty if Wei could produce a great Confucian.

But what he never expected was that he would come to a village full of weirdness.

It seems all answers.

The only way to find out is to meet the so-called hermit Confucianism.

"Old man, you are blocking the place where we play chess!" Tie Dan looked at the old man in front of him and said modestly.

"terribly sorry!"

Looking at the dozen or so teenagers in front of him, the old man squeezed out a kind smile, "Little friend, where is your husband at this time?"

"You know our husband?" Tie Dan wondered.

"I don't know him, but I heard that your husband is very knowledgeable, and I want to ask him for a lesson or two!" The old man laughed.

"It turned out to be like this!" Tie Dan suddenly realized.

"Mister, our husband is right there!"

At this time, the dog left beside him pointed to an alley.

The old man looked.

A handsome young man in white came out of the alley slowly riding a little white donkey with a book in his hand.