Opening confession to the beautiful master

"Why don't people fear death? I'm not the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian sages, so there's no need to take such a big risk."

Zhang Yi also admitted it very straightforwardly to avoid any misunderstanding.

"That's right, it's too uneconomical to see the Confucian Sage's pen and die."

Taoist Qinglian also followed Zhang Yi and echoed.

"Forget it, if you conclude so, there's no need to touch the Confucian Sage's pen."

Bei Ling sighed, and a hint of disappointment unconsciously appeared between her eyebrows.

She now also felt that maybe they were really wrong, Zhang Yi was really not the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian scholars, and it was all in vain.

"But since you're in the back mountain today, it's just right for you to establish a connection with the Confucian Sage's pen and prepare for you to become the next generation of Confucian sages."

Bei Ling glanced at Fang Tiancheng and said leisurely.

"Really...really?"

Fang Tiancheng's excited voice trembled a little. He thought he had nothing to do on this trip, but he didn't expect such a big surprise to be waiting for him.

"When this chaos is settled, you will be the next generation of Confucian sage, and your teacher will enjoy his life."

"Let's go, I'll take you to see the Confucian Sage's Pen."

Bei Ling took Fang Tiancheng into the cave while talking, and did not forget to remind Zhang Yi and Taoist Qinglian, "You two wait here, no outsiders are allowed to enter."

Taoist Qinglian and Zhang Yi nodded. They would not want to go in under such circumstances.

"Zhang Yi, nephew, I mentioned the Confucian Sage's Pen to Bei Ling, but she refused."

Taoist Qinglian said apologetically.

"It doesn't matter, the Confucian Sage's Pen is originally an ownerless thing."

Zhang Yi frowned, and kept thinking about how to get Fang Tiancheng to hand over the Confucian Sage's Pen in person. Maybe this time is a turning point.

Things are moving in a good direction.

"But this Confucian Sage's Pen is a sacred object of Confucianism. What do you want to do with it?"

Taoist Qinglian asked with great curiosity.

As far as she knew, the Confucian Sage Pen was useless even in the hands of outsiders. Only literary energy could activate the Confucian Sage Pen, but Zhang Yi did not practice Confucianism, so where did the literary energy come from?

Zhang Yi remained silent. Some things were hard to explain.

"While they are still in the cave, I will tell you about the story with Beiling."

Taoist Qinglian was bored and started talking without caring whether Zhang Yi was willing or not.

Zhang Yi: ? ? ? ? ?

Who wants to listen to your story? Zhang Yi's mind was all in the cave. He was curious whether Fang Tiancheng could establish a connection with the Confucian Sage Pen.

"That year, I was not yet the Great Elder of the Earth Sect. I went down the mountain to gain experience and met a graceful scholar. We experienced life and death together, and experienced laughter and joy."

"As a little girl, she had never seen the world before. She gradually fell in love with the scholar during their interactions, but the scholar finally told her that she was a woman and left without saying goodbye..."

When talking about the past at this time, Taoist Qinglian no longer had any waves, and his expression was calm as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"It turned out that she was a woman dressed as a man, no wonder she had such a big grudge..."

Although Zhang Yi was not interested in gossip, he still listened to Taoist Qinglian's words.

"From then on, I sealed my heart until I met you..."

Good guy, it turns out that the real highlight is here, and the previous words are all introductions.

"Taoist Qinglian! Stop!"

Zhang Yi realized that something was wrong and immediately stopped Taoist Qinglian.

"Hehe, why are you so nervous? It's just a joke."

The Taoist Qinglian smiled, but no one noticed the subtle disappointment under her smile.

At this moment, there was a violent vibration in the cave, and the surging aura burst out, and the figures of Fang Tiancheng and the Confucian Sage Pen broke through the air and floated in the air.

One person and one pen, trapped in the surging aura, and baptized by the aura.

At this moment, Beiling also rushed out of the cave, standing beside Zhang Yi and the others with an excited look, "I didn't expect Tiancheng to make the Confucian Sage Pen have such a big reaction, maybe... he can make the Confucian Sage Pen recognize the master!"

"The Confucian Sage Pen recognizes the master?!"

Zhang Yi also instantly became energetic, looking at Fang Tiancheng with expectation, as expected...the Destiny Map will not issue tasks for no reason, everything has a trace.

"Could it be that Tiancheng is the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian Sage? Zhang Yi, how did you know?"

Beiling thought of what Zhang Yi said before, and looked at Zhang Yi with an increasingly strange look.

"Guessed."

It was the same answer. In fact, Zhang Yi did guess.

Bei Ling rolled her eyes. She felt that Zhang Yi never said a word of truth, but who cared? She only cared about whether Fang Tiancheng could make the Confucian Sage Pen recognize its master.

In the past, when others established contact with the Confucian Sage Pen, at most, it would only cause a trace of literary energy and a slight vibration of the Confucian Sage Pen. However, Fang Tiancheng actually made the Confucian Sage Pen break through the air. This was the first time in Bei Ling's life that she had seen such a strange phenomenon.

The Confucian Sage Pen in the void began to wave automatically, and a large golden character appeared in the air with great momentum.

The golden word "sky" appeared in the air, causing the heaven to send down a golden light and hit Fang Tiancheng's body, which directly increased the aura in Fang Tiancheng's body.

This was not over yet. The Confucian Sage Pen was still waving, and another golden word "earth" appeared. As the earth shook, a golden light rushed into the sky, and finally merged into Fang Tiancheng's body, making the aura in his body even stronger.

After the last character "人" was written, the Confucian Sage's Pen completely flowed into Fang Tiancheng's body, which also allowed Fang Tiancheng's cultivation to directly break through to the late stage of the Spirit Transformation.

When Fang Tiancheng opened his eyes, a golden light burst out from his eyes, and his literary aura reached an unprecedented level, and his temperament seemed to have changed invisibly.

"I refined the Confucian Sage Pen?!"

Fang Tiancheng didn't react to everything just now. It was too sudden.

"Tiancheng, you...you have really refined the Confucian Sage Pen. Is it possible that you are the reincarnation of the first Confucian Sage?"

At least in Beiling's impression, only the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian sages can refine the Confucian sage pen.

"Master, I don't know..."

Fang Tiancheng was stunned for a moment. He himself was a little confused. He just looked at Zhang Yi with a strange expression. He remembered that Zhang Yi once said that he was the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints before he refined the Confucian saint pen.

"Is it possible that Fellow Daoist Zhang knows something?"

Fang Tiancheng thought to himself.

"Tiancheng, regardless of whether you are the reincarnation of the first generation Confucian sage, but now that you have refined the Confucian sage pen, you are technically the 19th generation Confucian sage. I will tell the Confucian disciples this news later."

Beiling glanced at Fang Tiancheng with a complicated expression, and there was a hint of pride in his eyes that could not be concealed, as if he was saying: Look, my direct disciple can refine the Confucian Saint Pen!

"Master, I don't want to become a contemporary Confucian sage yet."

Fang Tiancheng shook his head and refused.