The family is too invincible, forcing the system to upgrade to black

Chapter 99 Top Confucian scholars, must listen to his teachings?

"..." Seeing Zhao Zhitong's firm attitude, he looked like he would not turn back until he hit the wall.

The two guards looked at each other and said nothing more.

But one thing is clear, if Zhao Zhitong and Tianyuan Holy Land fall out, they will never choose to take action and stand on the enemy side of Tianyuan.

They are not stupid, they know their own weight, and they know what kind of tragic end will happen if they are enemies of Tianyuan.

As for Zhao Zhitong, it would be a lie to say that he is not panicking at all.

After all, it is well known that the Dawu Dynasty surrendered to the Tianyuan Holy Land.

He is just a minister, how can he do something that even a dynasty cannot do?

Such a big holy land must be moral and trustworthy.

Zhao Zhitong comforted himself in this way.

The three thousand volumes of the Confucian scholar are of great significance to him, and he must get them back.

It is an indispensable link and the most important thing to impact the Jinshi realm from the Juren realm!

Looking at the token in his hand, which was given by Chen Juexin, Zhao Zhitong kept praying that he could successfully take back the three thousand volumes of the great Confucianism.

Afterwards, he spent a lot of time and energy to finally go up the mountain.

Under the leadership of several disciples, and actually under their surveillance, he came to Qingyun Mansion.

"Gudu!"

Before entering the door, he could already feel a huge pressure coming towards him.

It is worthy of being the residence of the youngest emperor in history.

This momentum is really extraordinary!

Zhao Zhitong approached the door, raised his hand, grabbed the door knocker in the mouth of the bronze lion, and was about to knock.

Faintly heard the sound of conversation coming from inside the door.

Listen carefully.

His eyes widened a little, a little surprised, he didn't expect to hear Confucianism in the residence of the young master of Tianyuan.

And it is extremely profound, even at Zhao Zhitong's level, it is difficult to comprehend Confucianism.

Think about it a little bit, comprehending the tip of the iceberg can benefit you infinitely!

Judging from the voices, there were three people in total, two old men and a young man.

The young man seemed to be preaching to the two old men.

Zhao Zhitong couldn't help but think, "Could it be that the young master of Tianyuan not only has an unparalleled talent in cultivation, but also has an amazing talent in the field of Confucianism and Taoism?"

Hearing this, the male guard tentatively asked, "Haven't you heard of it, sir?"

"Hear? Heard of what?" Zhao Zhitong turned around, looked at him, and asked back.

"There are rumors that the young master of Tianyuan has reached the realm of a saint." The male guard replied.

Hearing this, Zhao Zhitong was stunned at first, and then laughed: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, the realm of a saint, how can it be so easy to reach?"

"What's more, he is already a great emperor, and if he becomes a saint again, then God will favor him too much, and he will be envied by the whole world."

Zhao Zhitong refused to believe that there would be such a thing in the world.

Just treat it as a joke.

"Who is making noise here!"

Behind him, the door suddenly opened, and an old man's majestic voice was heard.

Zhao Zhitong looked in the direction, and was suddenly startled, so frightened that he stepped back several steps.

"Be careful!"

Thanks to the two guards who were quick and supported him from behind, otherwise he would have stepped on the steps and fell down.

After standing firm, Zhao Zhitong stared at the person who opened the door, raised his hands, rubbed his eyes, and tried to regain consciousness.

But no matter how he rubbed his eyes or blinked, the picture in front of him was always that picture, and the person in front of him was always that person.

"Senior Li Chengzun? Really, is it really you!" Zhao Zhitong couldn't recognize anyone, and it was impossible for him not to recognize Li Chengzun.

The family still has a portrait of him and another great scholar.

It's hard to believe that two people can be so similar, as if they were carved from the same mold, exactly the same!

"Do you know me?" Li Chengzun asked back.

"To be honest, you are my ancestor." Zhao Zhitong bowed and replied.

"I didn't expect that my Li Chengzun lineage still has a legacy until now." Li Chengzun stroked his beard with his hand, very happy.

"But, as far as I know, hasn't you passed away for a long time? How come you suddenly appeared in the residence of the young master of Tianyuan..." Zhao Zhitong asked with a face full of doubt about life.

Li Chengzun didn't look like a dead person, but full of vitality, with bright eyes and clear blood on his cheeks.

"Thanks to the great kindness of the young master of Tianyuan, I have lived a second life again." Li Chengzun raised his fist to the sky.

"As for why I appeared here? It's because I have surrendered to Tianyuan, served the young master, and promoted and revitalized the Confucianism."

What! Such a great Confucian-level strongman actually surrendered to the Tianyuan Holy Land!

To be precise, he surrendered to the young master of Tianyuan.

Why is this young master of Tianyuan so powerful? He can turn death into life!

In Zhao Zhitong's opinion, in this world, having Li Chengzun is equivalent to controlling the Confucianism and Taoism of the Southern Region.

After all, it is impossible to find a stronger Confucianist and Taoism than him among the living people in the Southern Region.

"Let him in." Chen Mu's voice came from behind Li Chengzun.

"Yes, young master." Li Chengzun stepped aside, "Please."

Even though he was Zhao Zhitong's ancestor, but with Chen Mu's words, Zhao Zhitong was a guest of Qingyun Mansion, and Li Chengzun had to respect him.

Zhao Zhitong nodded, stepped over the threshold, and entered the gate of Qingyun Mansion.

His heart was full of waves, and he couldn't imagine what Chen Mu had done to Li Chengzun to make him behave so respectfully and obediently.

He stepped into the gate with his back foot, glanced, and quickly locked onto Chen Mu who was sitting under the pavilion in the garden.

Boom!

Just as he was about to move forward, he was struck by a bolt from the blue again and froze in place.

"Senior Mo Yuan?!"

Li Chengzun was fine, Zhao Zhitong never expected that even Mo Yuan was in Qingyun Mansion.

The last great figures of the two southern Confucianisms were all gathered here!

His attitude towards Chen Mu was no different from Li Chengzun, full of humility.

This was not simply fear of the emperor's strength, but admiration from the heart.

Zhao Zhitong was really numb.

Suddenly he felt that Chen Mu would forcibly occupy the three thousand volumes of the Confucian scholars, like an idiot.

He had two top Confucian scholars, Li Chengzun and Mo Yuan, under his name, so how could he look down on a mere three thousand volumes of the Confucian scholars?

The work itself was compiled by these two people.

Did Chen Mu want as much as he wanted? Why not just ask them to compile another one?

"Sir, the young master of Tianyuan is looking at you!" Seeing Zhao Zhitong's lack of response to Chen Mu, the male guard whispered a reminder.

"Dawu Zhao Zhitong, meet the emperor!" Zhao Zhitong quickly came to his senses and performed a great salute.

His attitude must be humble, in case he brings disaster to the entire Dawu Dynasty...

He doesn't want to be infamous for thousands of years, nailed to the pillar of shame in history, and be cursed.

"You came here for this thing, right?"

Chen Mu took out the three thousand volumes of the great Confucianism that had long lost any value and placed them on the stone table.

"Reply to the emperor, that's right."

Zhao Zhitong didn't dare to raise his head, always bent over, walked closer in small steps, and carefully presented the token he got from Chen Juexin.