Opening confession to the beautiful master

Fang Tiancheng was completely pushed to the top. He really didn't want to become a Confucian sage now. He was not mentally prepared yet.

Besides... the Confucian sage had too many things to do, and he still wanted to travel around the world with Zhang Yi.

"Tiancheng, now that you have become a nineteenth-generation Confucian saint, I know what you are thinking. During this period, I will help you deal with the affairs of Wensheng Academy. You can travel without worries."

"As for...the Confucian Sage Pen, it all depends on your own will."

Beiling could see through Fang Tiancheng's thoughts at a glance, and whether to stay or leave the Confucian Saint Pen was entirely up to Fang Tiancheng's own wishes. After all, the Confucian Saint Pen now belonged to him.

Not stopping him would be the greatest kindness to Taoist Qinglian.

Moreover, she also discovered something fishy and knew that the one who really wanted the Confucian Sage Pen was not Taoist Qinglian, but Zhang Yi!

It's just that this Confucian Sage Pen is not so easy to hold, otherwise it would be impossible for no one to refine it for so long.

"What's the relationship between the two of them? Qinglian is not an enthusiastic person."

Beiling fell into deep thought, a little curious about the relationship between Taoist Qinglian and Zhang Yi.

The main reason is that Taoist Qinglian is too abnormal, which is not consistent with the Taoist Qinglian in her impression.

Hearing this, Zhang Yi's eyes lit up, "There's something going on!"

Fang Tiancheng was seen deep in thought. The Confucian Saint Pen was of great significance to him. He didn't even have the Yanre Confucian Saint Pen yet, so naturally he didn't want to give it away.

However, he wanted to repay Zhang Yi, and was in a dilemma for a while.

At this moment, the Destiny Map began to issue frantic warnings again, and the words "willingly" on the page about Fang Tiancheng's mission seemed particularly dazzling.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but feel disappointed, knowing that even getting the Confucian Sage Pen would be useless at this time.

"Fellow Taoist Fang, don't be embarrassed. It was just a joke from Taoist Qinglian before."

Zhang Yi's conscience ached when he said this, but he still had to do a good job in saving face.

"Don't take it to heart, monks like us can just let it happen."

Zhang Yi waved his hand grandly and said.

Hearing this, Fang Tiancheng breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Zhang Yida very gratefully and said: "Thank you, Taoist friend Zhang, for your understanding. It's not that I am unwilling to give you the Confucian sage pen. In fact... as long as Mr. Zhang opens his mouth, I will definitely give him the Confucian sage pen with both hands." "

Fang Tiancheng also knows how to do face-saving projects, and he speaks very beautifully.

But Zhang Yi knew what he was thinking, and couldn't help but secretly slander him, "All scholars are hypocritical."

If you were willing to follow the destiny map, would you still give a crazy warning?

But now that Fang Tiancheng has obtained the Confucian Saint Pen, there is no need to continue to stay at Literary Saint Academy. There is obviously a better chance for Fang Tiancheng to willingly give the Confucian Saint Pen to the outside world.

"Daozong still has many matters to deal with, so I will retire now."

Zhang Yi bowed his hands and said goodbye to leave.

"Wait!"

Beiling did not forget her purpose and immediately came to Zhang Yi with a smile on her face.

"I wonder if there's anything else you can do, senior?"

Zhang Yi looked at Beiling's bright smile, and couldn't help but feel an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Zhang Yi, your talent in Confucianism and Taoism is absolutely unique. It would be a waste not to practice Confucianism and Taoism. Why don't you think about it again?"

Beiling said softly.

Zhang Yigang wanted to refuse, but unexpectedly Beiling didn't give him a chance to speak. "Don't refuse in a hurry. Confucianism and Taoism are not as bad as you think. With your talent, it is only a matter of time before you reach the state of following the law."

"Think about it, when others are fighting, you only need to open your mouth to solve everything. Is this something that ordinary means can compare with?"

Beiling started to seduce Zhang Yi by talking about the benefits of Confucianism and Taoism. She didn't believe that Zhang Yi wasn't moved?

In fact, many people practice Confucianism and Taoism because of its methods.

Zhang Yi looked at Beiling like this. He looked like he was deceiving others. He was not moved at all, but was even more wary. "Thank you for your kindness, senior, but I have already made it clear that I am a Taoist. Confucianism is really not suitable for me."

"It doesn't require you to give up your Tao and practice Confucianism as well."

Zhang Yi possesses the unique Supreme Bone and is so talented in martial arts. Of course, she does not expect Zhang Yi to give up martial arts and follow Confucianism, so she has to take a step back.

As long as Zhang Yi can practice Confucianism and Taoism, he will definitely bring a different color to Confucianism and Taoism.

"Um... I would like to ask, if a Confucian and Taoist person is silenced during a battle, will he lose his fighting ability?"

Zhang Yi suddenly thought of a scene and asked with some evil humor.

Beiling and all Confucian disciples:? ? ? ? ?

Obviously, none of them expected that Zhang Yi would ask such a strange question. Is this the brain circuit of a normal person?

"Normally this would not happen."

This made Beiling a little embarrassed, but where would this happen under normal circumstances?

Anyway, she has been practicing Confucianism and Taoism for so many years, and no one has ever been able to silence her.

"So I say Confucianism and Taoism are not suitable for me."

"Senior, there are some things you cannot force."

Zhang Yi shook his head, and his attitude was very obvious. If it weren't for the Confucian Sage Pen this time, he would not even come to Wensheng Academy.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, it's really a loss for Confucianism that you don't join Confucianism. With your talent, you can really consider it."

"It's better than this... As long as you are willing to practice Confucianism and Taoism, I am willing to offer you the Confucian Sage Pen with both hands!"

Fang Tiancheng also helped Beiling, but more importantly, he wanted to see how far Zhang Yi would go in practicing Confucianism and Taoism.

Although he was reluctant to part with the Confucian Sage Pen, he believed that it was worth it in exchange for Zhang Yi practicing Confucianism.

After saying that, Fang Tiancheng devoutly took out the Confucian Sage Pen and placed it on his hands. Although his face was full of reluctance, his eyes were very determined.

"Tiancheng!"

Beiling's expression was a little complicated. She didn't expect Fang Tiancheng to spend so much money to let Zhang Yi practice Confucianism.

However, her idea coincided with Fang Tiancheng's. If a Confucian Sage Pen could be exchanged for Confucian Zhang Yi, it would be a good deal. After all, things are dead, but people are alive.

This is the first time for Confucian disciples to see the Confucian Sage Pen. Feeling the sacred breath, they showed reverence on their faces. This is the supreme sacred object in their hearts.

Today they saw too many things that broke their common sense, and made them feel that their lives were a little more complete, and all this was because of the arrival of the man named Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi looked at Fang Tiancheng who handed over the Confucian Sage Pen with both hands, and couldn't help but feel a little moved. This time, there was no warning on the destiny map, which meant that Fang Tiancheng really gave the Confucian Sage Pen willingly.

It turned out that it was so simple to ask him to deliver the Confucian Sage Pen. Zhang Yi was relieved immediately.

In order to complete the task, Zhang Yi did not insist and agreed immediately, "Then, let's try it!"

Anyway, practicing Confucianism would not harm him, and it could even improve his character. He did not agree easily before because he was waiting for the price to be raised.