Opening confession to the beautiful master

"Good! Very good. All are inferior, but reading is good. Zhang Daoyou's entry into Confucianism is a major event for my Confucianism."

Fang Tiancheng applauded repeatedly, his excitement was evident in his words, and he did not forget to show off towards Beiling.

How could he not know what Beiling was thinking? Now that he was the nineteenth generation Confucian sage, and he really admired Zhang Yi, he regarded it as doing his best for Confucianism and Taoism.

As for the Confucian sage pen...if it is not covered with heat, it is not covered with heat. Is Zhang Yi not as good as the Confucian sage pen?

Moreover, Zhang Yi entered his Confucianism, which means that the Confucian saint's pen is still in Confucianism. Speaking of which, he has made a profit.

This is all Fang Tiancheng has on his mind.

"How to practice Confucianism and Taoism?"

Zhang Yi knew nothing about Confucianism and Taoism, so he could only ask Fang Tiancheng for help.

Many people think that practicing Confucianism and Taoism means reading books and inspiring enlightenment. In fact, it is not that simple. Otherwise, why are there so few people practicing Confucianism and Taoism?

"It may be difficult for others, but it is definitely easy for Daoyou Zhang."

Fang Tiancheng gave up and said, "Don't be anxious yet. I'll give you the Confucian Sage Pen first."

Fang Tiancheng seemed to be even more anxious than Zhang Yi. When he cut off the connection with the Confucian Saint Pen, he held up the Confucian Saint Pen with both hands.

At this moment, the Confucian Saint Pen was vibrating crazily and seemed to be escaping from Zhang Yi's palm at any time. Zhang Yi turned his palm and held the Confucian Saint Pen tightly in his hand. The power of the Ancient Supreme Being suppressed the Confucian Saint Pen strongly. .

Anyway, he has no plans to refine the Confucian Sage Pen now, so he doesn't need to be afraid. What's more, Fang Tiancheng is shaking beside him, so he doesn't worry about his life being in danger.

"Buzz!"

When Zhang Yi took the Confucian Sage Pen, vibrations came from the Destiny Map in his body. Fang Tiancheng's mission was completed and all rewards were distributed.

Now the page about Fang Tiancheng on the destiny chart has been lit up, and Fang Tiancheng's favorability value for him has reached five stars (because he is impressed by your literary talent and admires you extremely)

Seeing this made Zhang Yi's scalp numb. This was the first man to have a five-star favorable impression of him.

But at this moment, the Confucian Saint Pen actually broke away from Zhang Yi's hand and returned to Fang Tiancheng. It didn't matter whether Fang Tiancheng had lost contact with it or not. Anyway, it just circled around Fang Tiancheng, very spiritually.

"this……"

Fang Tiancheng didn't expect this scene, and he couldn't help but look a little embarrassed. People who didn't know better thought that he wanted to break his promise and was unwilling to give away the Confucian Sage Pen.

"Zhang Daoyou, I don't know what's going on. I really want to give you the Confucian Sage Pen."

Fang Tiancheng explained with a wry smile.

Zhang Yi nodded and said calmly: "I know, but..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Yi deliberately paused for a moment, which made Fang Tiancheng dare not breathe. He looked at Zhang Yi eagerly, waiting for the next step.

"However... a gentleman will not take away someone's love. Since the Confucian Saint's Pen is not destined for me, I will not force it, so the Confucian Saint's Pen still belongs to Fang Daoyou."

Zhang Yi said slowly.

To be honest, he never cared about the Confucian Sage Pen. The Confucian Sage Pen had no attraction for him. From the beginning to the end, he just wanted to complete the task.

Now that the task is completed, it doesn't matter to Zhang Yi whether he gets the Confucian Sage Pen or not.

"You don't want it anymore?"

Taoist Priest Qinglian didn't understand Zhang Yi. She had thought that Zhang Yi was bound to win the Confucian Sage Pen.

However, Zhang Yi's actions made her appreciate it even more, and her eyes couldn't help but shine with a green light.

"Why?"

Ren Qianchou was also puzzled. She didn't understand why she didn't want the treasure she got. This Confucian Saint Pen was at least an emperor-level magic weapon, so she didn't want it.

Shen Wangu shook his head, "Don't you understand this? This is the pattern! The real pattern!"

Shen Wangu squeezed his thumb and index finger, then made an opening motion, and said with an exaggerated expression: "The pattern is open!"

"In terms of structure, neither of us combined can compare to your master."

Shen Wangu shook his head and sighed.

Ren Qianchou nodded as if he understood, and kept talking about the pattern.

Fang Tiancheng looked at Zhang Yi in disbelief, thinking he heard wrongly, and asked again, "Just now... what did Fellow Daoist Zhang say just now?"

"Zhang Daoyou said that a gentleman will not take away people's love, and the Confucian sage's pen will be returned to you. If he doesn't want it anymore, you can just enjoy it secretly."

Shen Wangu shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Ah? Really? Did I hear correctly?"

Fang Tiancheng still couldn't believe that this was a Confucian saint's pen. How could he refuse the temptation of a Confucian saint's pen?

"As you saw just now, the Confucian Sage Pen has no connection with me, and it is of no use to me holding it. Since the Confucian Sage Pen recognizes you as its master, it can shine its greatest light only in your hands."

Zhang Yi looked calm and said without any disturbance.

"Then... practicing Confucianism and Taoism?"

Since the Confucian Sage Pen was not sent out, Fang Tiancheng was naturally worried about this matter and asked tentatively.

"Don't worry, what you promised won't change."

Hearing this, Fang Tiancheng refined the Confucian Sage Pen again and put it away, with the brightest smile on his face.

Not only did he not lose the Confucian Holy Pen, he also persuaded Zhang Yi to practice Confucianism. This is undoubtedly the best effect.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, you are kind and have nothing to say!"

Fang Tiancheng couldn't help but give Zhang Yi a thumbs up, and his impression of Zhang Yi was a little better.

"In fact, if you want to practice Confucianism and Taoism, as long as you have Confucian roots in your body and can arouse the vibration of literary spirit, you can practice Confucianism and Taoism."

"Before, Fellow Daoist Zhang irrigated dragon bamboo in the Confucian Saint Forest. It must be that the Confucian roots are not bad. I will take you to test the Confucian roots now?"

Fang Tiancheng was looking forward to what kind of Confucian roots Zhang Yi had that he could irrigate the Nine-Dragon Dragon Bamboo without practicing Confucianism.

Confucian roots? This was the first time Zhang Yi heard this word, and he couldn't help but look forward to it. If he awakened his Confucian roots and relied on his ability to copy public documents, he would always be able to make achievements in Confucianism and Taoism.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, I also want to practice Confucianism and Taoism. Can I tell them?"

Shen Wangu hurriedly came over and said with a wicked smile.

His thoughts on Confucianism and Taoism had not receded, and he came together at every opportunity, "Zhang Daoyou, you didn't accept the Confucian Sage Pen, so just take me with you to test your Confucian roots."

Zhang Yi looked at Fang Tiancheng and asked, "Is it okay?"

Fang Tiancheng agreed without thinking, "Of course there is no problem, but the ugly words are ahead. Not everyone has Confucian roots, so don't be hit by it then."

It's not like Fang Tiancheng has never encountered someone who is extremely talented in martial arts but has no Confucian roots at all. This is also a big blow to Tianjiao.

"Hmph, I am the son of a dignified human emperor. If I don't have Confucian roots, no one in this world will have Confucian roots."

Shen Wangu said confidently and proudly.

"Have you ever wondered why your father didn't let you practice Confucianism?"

Beiling suddenly asked.

"This...this..."

Shen Wangu was speechless for a moment. He really hadn't thought about this question, but he still insisted on saying: "That's because I wasn't interested in Confucianism and Taoism before. Otherwise, what else would I have to do with you?"