Opening confession to the beautiful master

Zhang Yi wanted to deal with it casually, but he couldn't say it when the words came to his lips. The huge pressure made him change the subject, "Guess!"

"Guess?!"

Bei Ling frowned. Can the guess be so accurate?

She didn't believe Zhang Yi a little, but she also absolutely believed that under her pressure, Zhang Yi could only tell the truth with his cultivation.

"Saint said: You forget this!"

Bei Ling's expression suddenly became serious. When the voice fell, a golden light enveloped the heads of Shen Wangu and others. Several people's eyes became confused in an instant, and they didn't even know why they appeared here.

However, this situation only happened to Shen Wangu and Ren Qianchou, and the memories of others were not a problem at all.

"Let's go!"

Bei Ling didn't bother to pay attention to them. He just took Fang Tiancheng and Zhang Yi away, and even Taoist Qinglian was left aside.

"Taoist Qinglian, what happened just now? Why do I feel that everything happened so suddenly?"

Shen Wangu looked at Bei Ling who left in a hurry, and his heart was full of question marks.

"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask!"

However, Taoist Qinglian didn't have the time to deal with him. He followed Beiling's trail and chased after him.

Even if Beiling's Confucianism had reached the level of the Great Emperor, it was not so easy to get rid of Taoist Qinglian in terms of speed.

At this moment, Beiling had brought the two to the back mountain of Wensheng Academy, which was a forbidden area for Confucian disciples. Only the contemporary Confucian saints could bring them here.

And just as they landed, Taoist Qinglian followed closely, with no time difference at all.

"Beiling, why did you bring my nephew here? You're not going to kill him, are you?"

Taoist Qinglian secretly protected Zhang Yi behind him and said to him.

"Taoist Qinglian, you misunderstood. Master brought Fellow Daoist Zhang here with absolutely no ill intentions."

At this moment, Fang Tiancheng looked excited. He knew what it meant to come to the back mountain.

"What do you want to do so sneakily?"

Taoist Qinglian still looked at Beiling with a vigilant look and asked.

Bei Ling didn't seem to want to talk to her, just walked forward on his own.

Tired, didn't want to explain, and it seemed useless to reason with a woman.

"Master Qinglian, you don't know this. The back mountain is where the Confucian Saint Pen is. Master brought Zhang Daoyou here for a reason!"

"Finally, I have a chance to see the Confucian Saint Pen!"

Fang Tiancheng was so excited. Since he set foot on the back mountain of the academy, he knew what this meant.

"Huh? Could it be that she has come to her senses?"

Master Qinglian was also slightly stunned. According to her understanding of Bei Ling, she should have driven her away at this time, but the other party said nothing, and didn't seem to have this intention.

"Where the Confucian Saint Pen is? It's so easy for me to see the Confucian Saint Pen?"

Zhang Yi felt a little unreal. This was too easy. Just because of his words, he was exposed to the Confucian Saint Pen? This was something Zhang Yi never expected.

The main reason was that Zhang Yi was traumatized by the Destiny Map. He always felt that this matter would not be so simple.

Under Beiling's leadership, several people quickly came to a cave entrance. There were three unrelated and vague statues in front of the cave entrance. One statue was riding a green bull, and the other two statues were standing on both sides.

Although these three statues had no facial features, it was not difficult to see that these three statues were the same person.

When Zhang Yi saw this statue, his mind exploded like thunder. It was exactly the same as the figure in his mind. "Could it really be him? Such a coincidence?"

The green bull, one breath into three pure ones, this is too obvious. If it was really that person, Zhang Yi could instantly understand the things about the first generation of Confucian saints.

Beiling bowed in front of the statue with a pious look, and Fang Tiancheng followed her movements and learned them in the same way.

"This is the only statue of the first generation of Confucian saints in the world."

Beiling introduced it, but did not ask Zhang Yi and Taoist Qinglian to salute.

But Zhang Yi and Taoist Qinglian were extremely conscious. After hearing Beiling's introduction, they also bowed to the statue with a pious look.

Such a person is worthy of respect.

In fact, Beiling has been paying attention to Zhang Yi's behavior since she entered the back mountain. She also found that when Zhang Yi saw the statue of the Confucian Sage, his emotions were obviously fluctuating, and she couldn't help but have a doubt in her heart, "Could it be that he is really the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian Sage?"

"Zhang Yi, I can no longer judge whether you are the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian Sage. I can only judge it through the Confucian Sage's pen."

"The Confucian Sage's pen contains the heroic spirit of the first generation of Confucian Sage. If you are really the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian Sage, you will definitely be able to cause a reaction from the Confucian Sage's pen, but if you are not the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian Sage, there is only one end, death!"

Beiling stood at the entrance of the cave and introduced the way to Zhang Yi.

Hearing this, Zhang Yi couldn't help but frown. Others didn't know whether he was the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian Sage, but could he not know it himself?

And seeing that Beiling was so serious, it didn't seem like he was lying.

What should I do? Should I go in or not?

After thinking for a while, Zhang Yi finally shook his head. This was not the time to gamble. After all, he was not the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian Sage. Don't let him die here.

"I am not the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian Sage. You two may have misunderstood."

Zhang Yi told the truth, and then his eyes fell on Fang Tiancheng, "Maybe we can let Fellow Daoist Fang try, maybe he can cause a reaction from the Confucian Sage Pen?"

Zhang Yi also knew the nature of the Destiny Map. If Fang Tiancheng could not get the Confucian Sage Pen, he would not issue such a task, so he judged that Fang Tiancheng was most likely the person who had something to do with the Confucian Sage Pen.

"Me? Fellow Daoist Zhang, please don't tease me. I am naturally stupid and my talent is not even one ten-thousandth of yours. How could I be the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian sage?"

Fang Tiancheng shook his head. He didn't think about it at all. He just thought Zhang Yi was teasing him.

"Zhang Yi, do you know what it means to be the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian sage?"

"It means that you will become an immortal! It means that the entire Confucianism will obey your orders! It means that the survival of Confucianism depends on your thoughts."

"If you are really the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian sage, the Confucian Sage Pen can also help you in the future. It can determine right and wrong, life and death, all in a single thought. This is the supreme magic weapon of Confucianism."

Beiling looked serious. She still didn't know what kind of magic weapon the Confucian Sage Pen belonged to. After all, she only had the right to use it, not the right to own it.

And when she used the Confucian Sage Pen, she could clearly feel that she didn't use the full power of the Confucian Sage Pen, but even so, it was terrifying enough.

Zhang Yi smiled bitterly, knowing that Beiling probably thought of him as the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian sage. "Beiling Confucian sage, I think you really misunderstood. I am really not the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian scholars."

"Are you afraid of death?"

Beiling suddenly felt a little regretful for his previous carelessness. If he had known, he would not have told Zhang Yi the truth.