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Chapter 446: The Battle between Confucianism and Taoism, the Real Monster, and the Development of a Female Ghost (8.4k, please subscribe)

Dr. Yi showed no regard for Mr. Zhiping and directly broke off relations with him.

The temperature in the entire Juxian Hall dropped to freezing point.

Everyone couldn't help but take a step back to avoid being affected by the Taoist-Confucian war.

Chu Wujiang concentrated and watched the two major forces fight each other.

Zhiping Jushi immediately scolded:
"Dr. Yi, please be respectful."

"This is the Imperial College, not a Taoist temple."

"You usually talk about the Book of Changes and divination, aren't you satisfied?"

"Do you still want to interfere with my arrangements now?"

At the powerful Yuanshen's shout, all the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the Juxian Hall began to swell up, and the words on the calligraphy and paintings actually floated away from the body and surrounded the surroundings.

The Lord Chief Priest activated the etiquette formation. Etiquette must be observed in this Juxian Hall, and those who violate the etiquette will be severely punished.

Etiquette is order.

Every word has a strong binding force.

Chu Wujiang reached out and grabbed a word, feeling as if his body was in shackles.

Dr. Yi laughed loudly and said:

"Master Jijiu, you saw that the situation was not good, so you wanted to use force to intimidate me."

"How can this convince the world?"

Zhiping Jushi snorted coldly. Seeing that the intimidation tactics were ineffective, he put away the text.
"These words of mine are only for dealing with rude people!"

"This time, the Confucian sect allowed the Taoist disciples to study in the Imperial Academy. I didn't expect that the Taoist disciples were still not satisfied. I had no choice but to teach them etiquette and norms."

Dr. Yi immediately retorted:

"joke!"

"The Imperial College selects talents for the country. When did it become the territory of Confucianism?"

"Mr. Zhiping, why don't you announce it in the court?"

"Only Confucian disciples can enter the Imperial Academy. Other Taoists, Buddhists, military strategists, and agriculturalists are just dreaming!"

The Imperial College was controlled by Confucianists, but it was not Yuanji Academy, but an institution of the imperial court.

There is no problem with Taoism sending people to study.

This is borrowing chickens to lay eggs.

Zhiping was careless for a moment and lost the game of chess to his opponent. He agreed to this condition and could not help but get furious:
"Doctor Yi, you are originally a Confucian disciple, but you have joined the Taoist sect. Do you still have any sense of propriety, righteousness, and integrity?"

Unable to convince the other party with logic, Zhiping Jushi immediately used the Confucian secrets.

Personal attacks!

I morally deny you as a person and all your theories!
Dr. Yi said without blushing or panting:
"I was orphaned when I was young and was raised by the Taoist temple. The Taoists are my biological parents. This is filial piety. How can I not understand propriety, righteousness, and integrity?"

"Mr. Zhiping, you actually want me to betray my parents and become an unfilial person?"

"you!"

Mr. Zhiping was speechless for a moment. This guy was eloquent and was a Taoist classicist. It was said that Dr. Yi contributed a lot to the revision of the "Tao Te Ching".

One is a powerful Confucianist who is not good at debating scriptures.

One is a descendant of Taoist classics and is good at the art of identification.

The difference between the two sides is obvious.

Chu Wujiang's eyes lit up involuntarily. With such a hero in this sect, the outcome was still unknown.

At this time, Fang Xiaoran, as a Confucian saint, naturally stood up and shouted loudly:
"No, no, Dr. Yi is wrong."

"The Imperial College is certainly not the territory of Confucianism."

"Master Jijiu has always been conscientious in selecting talents for the country and has never cared about party bias."

"But when Dr. Yi arrived, he said he wanted to entrust the Dao Sect to Marquis Guanjun, which aroused the conflict between the two families."

"Who is more concerned about the private interests of the sect?"

Fang Xiaoran has a [seven-aperture mind] and is good at sophistry. He immediately seized the flaw in Dr. Yi's words and turned defense into offense.

Mr. Zhiping's eyes lit up and he immediately said:

"That's right. I don't care about Taoism or Confucianism."

"These are all students from the Imperial Academy."

"On the contrary, Dr. Yi is too selfish and only cares about the welfare of the Taoist sect."

"You must know that the sage teaches everyone."

Don’t you feel guilty when you say these things?
Originally, the Imperial College was a place for the imperial court to select talents. However, after the Confucians took over, they focused on training their own people and formed a clique to attack those who were different from them. By the time the Taoists came to their senses, it was too late.

The leader of the Tiandao Sect couldn't help but sigh:
"From now on, the Confucian school can use the court's money to train its own people."

When Dr. Yi thought of this, he gritted his teeth and prepared to continue refutation.

At this time, Liu Xinqi came out to act as a peacemaker. She said softly:
"Doctor Yi, Master of the Imperial Court."

"Shouldn't we ask for the opinion of Guanjun Hou as the teacher for the martial arts training?"

Liu Xinqi's words seemed neutral, but in fact she was standing on the side of the Lord Chief Priest to prevent Dr. Yi from further counterattack.

Zhiping Jushi immediately echoed:
"Dr. Liu has a point."

"During this training session of the martial arts class, we must naturally respect the views of the Champion Marquis."

"Whether they want to teach or how they teach is not something the Imperial College should interfere with."

"We are only assessing the final results."

People like Chu Wujiang and Fang Xiaoran come to the Imperial College to be doctors, and they have great power to make decisions freely.

They work when they want to work, and don't work when they don't want to work.

The students of the Imperial Academy had to rush to attend the class, the worst that could happen was that they could get a professional title.

Dr. Yi had no intention of debating here, and he looked at Chu Wujiang with hope.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him.

The conflict between Confucianism and Taoism is now more intense than expected, and a slight spark can ignite the powder keg.

Chu Wujiang naturally didn't want to offend anyone, he said in a deep voice:

"The students of the Imperial Academy are all pillars of the imperial court."

"I will do my best to teach the students martial arts."

"Whether it's Taoism or Confucianism."

"Since Dr. Yi proposed it, I am willing to teach Class 9, but the number of students in Class 9 can be expanded."

When Dr. Yi heard that Chu Wujiang was accepting instruction from Class Nine and that the quota for Class Nine was being opened up to allow the Imperial College to add more people, he couldn't help but frown.

But the Imperial College was the territory of the Confucian school, and he couldn't force Chu Wujiang to directly side with the Taoist school, so he said:

"I have no objection."

"As long as Champion Hou teaches Class Nine."

Zhiping Jushi was also satisfied:
"I also believe that the Marquis will treat everyone equally."

The two sides reached a relatively consistent opinion on Chu Wujiang's side, not because of Chu Wujiang's prestige, but because both sides had no intention of going to war over this matter.

[The powder keg is ready.]

[If the Dao Sect is collectively defeated at the Young Heroes Conference, I'm afraid a war will break out. ]

[I wonder if the threat from the Evil God's Court can suppress this war. ]

Chu Wujiang watched the two men at loggerheads and could only try his best to maintain balance and prevent the two families from going to war. At this time, Fang Yiran suddenly raised his hand and said:
"Brother Chu, can I join Class Nine?"

Mr. Zhiping was surprised and said:
"Miss Fang Si, you are not from the Imperial College, how can you join Class Nine?"

Fang Yiran showed a sly smile:
"Uncle Zhiping, I passed the exam and became a scholar last year."

"It will be easy to pass the exam this year."

"You are fully qualified to study in the Imperial Academy!"

"Why, can't I?"

The Imperial College gathers scholars from all over Tianzhou, and its strength is no less than that of Yuanji Academy in Wenzhou.

Fang Yiran looks like he is only twelve or thirteen years old, yet he was able to obtain the title of scholar in Tianzhou. He will surely be a rising star in Confucianism in the future.

Mr. Zhiping was speechless and said:
"It's not impossible, but it's just that Fang Xiang is on the other side."

Fang Yiran held his head high and said:
"Uncle Zhiping, don't worry. I have already discussed it with my father."

"He has no objection."

Mr. Zhiping felt a headache and said quickly:

"This also requires the consent of the Champion Marquis."

Fang Yiran immediately shouted coquettishly:

"Brother Chu, you won't reject me, will you?"

"I am very capable. I can sing, dance, write, and I am also good at martial arts..."

Chu Wujiang smiled and said:
"will not."

"If you want to learn, I will teach you."

He knew that Fang Yiran had a master, the owner of Fengyu Tower, so the reason why she approached him was nothing more than to investigate intelligence.

It would be better to let her move around under my nose.

"Okay!"

"Brother Chu is the best!"

Fang Yiran relied on his innocent words to win the favor of others. While he was cheering and jumping for joy, he said to Liu Xinqi through secret telepathy:
[You old woman lost, Brother Chu obviously likes me more! ]

Fang Yiran will not miss any opportunity to attack Liu Xinqi.

The two became enemies because of a broken engagement.

Liu Xinqi simply ignored Fang Yiran and bowed to Master Zhiping:
"Master Jijiu, I also want to join Class Nine and study together."

Zhiping Jushi scratched his head and couldn't help but look at Chu Wujiang:

"Champion Hou?"

Chu Wujiang pondered and said:

"For the time being, this Marquis can only teach ten people. These two are exceptions and do not take up any quota."

"After all, Miss Liu is also a friend of mine."

Chu Wujiang didn't want to teach too many people to avoid too many people talking.

The purpose of his coming to the Imperial College was, on the one hand, to fulfill his deal with the Confucianists and Taoists, and on the other hand, to meet the future elite officials of the empire.

The simplest way to observe a country's destiny is to look at the quality of its officials.

Dr. Yi immediately said:
"The Dao Sect only sent eight people, so they won't take up too many places!"

What, eight people?
You are too dark.

Mr. Zhiping gritted his teeth and said:
"No, at most half and half."

Dr. Yi chuckled and said:

"You also lost a game of chess to me last time, and you said you would agree to one of my requests."

"Okay, I can make good on it this time."

Mr. Zhiping was furious:
"you!"

Unfortunately, he couldn't go back on his word on what he had promised.

Chu Wujiang didn't want to see the two of them arguing again:

"so be it."

"If the teaching goes smoothly, it won't hurt to add a few more students."

Zhiping Jushi then smiled and said:
"Thank you champion Hou Haihan."

"Wait a minute, I'll ask Chief Yang to take..."

Dr. Yi immediately shouted:
"No need for that. I will take Champion Marquis to where Class Nine is."

"We will divide it into ten classes this time, and plan to use all the newly built arenas."

The Imperial College built ten new arenas for students to use. The construction took one day, and martial arts masters were mobilized to compact and reinforce the ground and construct a defensive formation.

Mr. Zhiping originally wanted to send his own people to do some construction and gain more favors, but unexpectedly, Dr. Yi did not give him any face and immediately wanted to take Chu Wujiang away.

Zhiping Layman shouted quickly:

"and many more."

"The Champion Marquis has not yet received his doctoral uniform, seal, annual salary, etc."

Following Mr. Zhiping's call, everyone saw the maids walking towards them holding a golden basin.

Chu Wujiang asked Baili Jin to accept the official robe and pick up the seal.

A surprising thing happened. The Heavenly Book actually responded to the Doctor's Seal.

[Secret Treasure: Doctor's Seal]

[Luck Points: 100 points of white literary luck]

A small doctoral seal actually carries literary luck.

Chu Wujiang looked surprised.

Are these text operations too complex?
not much.

But when Chu Wujiang accepted the title and received the seal of Marquis of Champion, there was no special fortune on it, because the seal was newly made and there was nothing special about it.

For most official seals, it is only after the original owner dies that an official career may be born by chance.

In a sense, officials from all over the country are frantically making money and acting like philanthropists in their hometowns just to gain a little luck and to ensure that their descendants can also become officials.

I didn’t expect that Confucianism could create a secret treasure of luck.

He couldn't help but ask:

"Could it be that the layman can create a secret treasure?"

Mr. Zhiping smiled and said:
"How can this old man have this ability?"

"It's just that the cultural context overflows and occasionally some treasures are produced. The Imperial Academy will accumulate these treasures and make them into secret treasures."

These secret treasures of white fortune can easily be sold for several thousand taels of silver.

In comparison, Dr. Wu's annual salary of nearly 300 taels can only be considered hard-earned money.

Fang Xiaoran and Sima Ying also showed surprised expressions. They picked up the doctoral seals and engraved their own marks on them.

Chu Wujiang thanked:

"Thank you for the gift, sir."

Mr. Zhiping smiled and said:

"It doesn't matter."

"I only hope that the Champion Marquis can teach his students more and help them become talented."

At this time, Mr. Zhiping showed his magnanimity.

The fact that the Confucian School was able to add all the seals on the Doctor's Seal to their literary fortunes and use them as gifts to their allies demonstrated its strong strength, and even Dr. Yi's face turned a lot darker.

Chu Wujiang clasped his fists and saluted:

"I will definitely live up to your trust."

Dr. Yi had no choice but to say:
"My Lord, please come this way."

After Chu Wujiang and others left with Dr. Yi, only Fang Xiaoran, Sima Ying and a mechanical bird were left in the entire Juxian Hall.

Fang Xiaoran and Sima Ying looked at each other and shouted in unison:

"Master Jijiu, please give me your orders."

After all, both of them were disciples of Yuanji Academy, and they were seven generations behind Zhiping Jushi in terms of seniority, so they simply called him "Sir".

Seeing that Sima Ying was quite sensible, Zhiping Jushi said in a deep voice:
"Sima Ying, you must not bear a grudge against all this."

"The Sima family has made these mistakes and must be punished."

Sima Ying clenched his left hand and said quickly:
“Students understand.”

"The Sima family has acknowledged their guilt and dared not put up any more resistance. They have cooperated with the court to pay the fine and move their family to Yuzhou."

Mr. Zhiping nodded with satisfaction and said:

"Just admit your guilt."

"You have future vision. Only when you advance to the spiritual realm in the future can you unleash the true power of this talent."

"The college is letting you serve as Doctor Wu this time so that you can make up for your crime and make meritorious contributions."

"The Marquis of Guanjun sent over a printing press, and his favorite concubine Baili Zhi has already made the first sample of the newspaper."

"The academy is very pleased with this and plans to print a newspaper in Tianjing. They will label you as a prodigal son and cut you off from the family."

"Are you willing?"

Sima Ying said quickly:
"Thank you for your care, Master. I have received instructions from my ancestor and intend to sever my father-son relationship with him."

Sima Ying has the ambition to be a hero. Now that he is loyal to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, he cannot have any stain, or rather, the stain should be attributed to himself.

Mr. Zhiping nodded and said:
"very good."

"At this Young Heroes Conference, you will be responsible for blocking several Taoist geniuses, such as Taoist Zhanxie and Taoist Xuanyi."

"Don't let us down again."

Sima Ying immediately patted his chest and said:
"Yes, Master of the Imperial Court."

After Zhiping appeased Sima Ying, he looked at Fang Xiaoran and couldn't help but sigh:
"If you also participate in this session, we can accomplish great things."

Fang Xiaoran said politely:

"Sir, Confucianism is flourishing, and there are many geniuses, not just Xiao Ran."

Mr. Zhiping shook his head and said:
"That's different."

"No one among us can stop Champion Hou. Only you can do this."

The Confucian school wanted to win big, but Chu Wujiang was unwilling to join the Confucian camp, which naturally made them very regretful.

Fang Xiaoran pondered and said:

"Students do not agree to stop Champion Hou."

"If the Confucian school wins too much, there will be problems."

Fang Xiaoran was against the implementation of the zero-clearing policy. He believed that when things are full, they will be empty. It would be best to maintain the current status quo. He had a way to stop Chu Wujiang, but he decided to keep it secret.

Mr. Zhiping said regretfully:
"That's all."

……

Imperial College, Arena No. 9

"Brother Chu, what martial arts are you good at?"

"I have learned many pieces including "Cold Plum Reflecting the Snow" and "Bodhi Pure Heart"."

"I'm best at playing the flute, but I'm also familiar with the piano."

"I can play a song for Brother Chu!"

"Works like 'The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix' and 'Die Lian Hua' are both excellent."

When Chu Wujiang came to the arena, Fang Yiran kept chattering and leaked all her information.

This is a commonly used psychological tactic that uses the psychology of compensation to get the other party to reveal their own information.

The little girl's voice is very nice, just like the singing of a lark.

Chu Wujiang smiled slightly:
"I am good at martial arts that kill people."

Fang Yiran couldn't help but tremble twice, and then revealed an admiring look:

"Brother Chu is so awesome, top notch!"

"Brother can't say it with such taste."

"Kung Fu that can kill people, how wonderful!"

Even if Chu Wujiang said that he didn't eat beef, Fang Yiran could find a hundred arguments to prove how great this statement was.

The people around him said nothing.

Liu Xinqi had a grudge against her, and Dr. Yi thought she was a spy of the Confucian sect, so neither of them wanted to talk more.

It was not until everyone arrived at the competition venue that Dr. Yi said:
"Okay, we're at the arena."

"The students are still waiting in the Taoist temple. I will call them over right away."

After Dr. Yi brought Chu Wujiang to the arena, he suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Everyone was a little stunned.

Because what they saw before them was not a wide square, but a room surrounded by four walls made of rock wrapped in fine steel.

It has no other purpose other than to prevent warriors from causing damage easily.

For safety reasons, Baili Jin first explored the arena and reported:

"My Lord, everything is normal."

"The entire arena is equipped with an iron cauldron formation that can withstand a blow from a Yuanling realm master. If combined with fine steel and rock, it will be enough for most warriors."

The destructive power of the warriors is too strong, causing the arena to become a vulnerable part.

After years of development, Confucianism has developed special methods to restrain itself.

Chu Wujiang came to the center of the arena, and Fang Yiran was still chattering:
"Brother Chu, you see this fighting arena is too narrow."

"It's not suitable for training at all. How about I tell my father that it might be more appropriate to use the Xiangfu Arena."

Chu Wujiang smiled faintly and said:

"No need, it's right here."

"Ms. Liu, Ms. Fang, who will come first?"

Liu Xinqi was still hesitating, Fang Yiran took the initiative to jump out and shouted:

"I me me!"

"Brother Chu, please teach me quickly."

Chu Wujiang nodded with a smile:
"Okay, then attack with all your strength."

"I will take a look at your level and then give you some guidance."

Ever since Chu Wujiang had double pupils, he only needed to take a glance at most of the martial arts.

Fang Yiran said hesitantly:
"Oh, that's not good."

"Although I'm sure I can't hurt Brother Chu, such a competition is prone to risks."

Chu Wujiang smiled and said:

"This Marquis dislikes Fang Fusheng very much. I have always wanted to meet him once and beat him up so that he will not dare to harm the people again."

"By the way, Fang Wanjun indulged Fang Fusheng and made him a scourge to Tianjing. He cannot escape the blame."

"The Prime Minister's Mansion will be held responsible for this matter one day."

A hint of anger flashed across Fang Yiran's eyes.

Her voice was a little distorted, and she asked in a low voice:

"Brother Chu, why do you say such excessive words?"

"I am the younger sister and you are the older brother. Shouldn't we love each other?"

Seeing Fang Yiran was able to remain calm, Chu Wujiang smiled approvingly and said:

"Because you didn't take it seriously, I won't take it seriously either."

"If you hurt me, I'll grant you one request."

"bring it on!"

Fang Yiran had a bad temper, but her etiquette was first-rate. She rubbed the jade bracelet on her hand, took out a jade flute carved from jadeite, and then bowed solemnly:

"Brother Chu, please forgive my rudeness."

Fang Yiran played the jade flute lightly, and the notes rippled like water waves, forming sharp sound waves that attacked Chu Wujiang.

Shuilongyin——The breeze blows through the willows!
The sound of the flute is like a rainbow.

Liu Xinqi shouted quickly:
"My Lord, be careful. Miss Fang can control sound waves."

The sound waves are colorless and invisible, but under Fang Yiran's control, their power is no less than that of sword energy. Although she is still young, she ranks 80th on the Young Phoenix List, which is well deserved.

The sound of the jade flute broke.

Chu Wujiang stood there, his expression normal.

He didn't even open his double pupils, but just slightly activated the power of [Natural Heart] to make himself blend into the surrounding air. He just turned sideways, and the first sound wave passed by him, leaving a crisp lingering sound.

One wave, two waves, three waves...

Fang Yiran controlled so many sound waves, but Chu Wujiang was like playing dodgeball, dodging all the attacks with just the fewest moves.

Collectively invalid.

Because in most cases it is impossible to use up all of your energy in a sonic attack. Apart from using high pitched sounds to indiscriminately injure people, your energy is limited and should not be wasted.

The art of sonic skills normally involves two steps: one is to condense your vital energy so that part of the sonic waves solidify, and the other is to control it so that the sonic waves go to the correct position to kill your opponent.

This also causes the incoming sound waves to be incomplete.

This is impossible!

Fang Yiran was dumbfounded, but she was not willing to be outdone. The notes became more rapid, and the sound waves cut through the sky like a sharp blade, condensing into more than ten sharp swords, stabbing towards Chu Wujiang.

The sound of water dragon resounds through the sky!
This was the fastest sonic attack. Chu Wujiang felt the speed of the sonic wave, smiled, and turned his body accordingly.

The sound waves echoed behind him, but failed to touch the corner of his clothes.

Still no effect.

Fight!

Fang Yiran's mood calmed down at this moment.

Once again, she noticed the gap between the two sides, a gap that was almost pathetic.

No matter how you struggle it's futile, you might as well fight hard!
Water Dragon Song——Dragon Star Group!

Countless sound waves poured down and transformed into transparent dragons, ready to wipe out all the enemies in one fell swoop.

Pour out!

The sound of Fang Yiran playing the jade flute became louder and louder, and even Liu Xinqi changed color.

This is what a true warrior is, someone who uses force as power, even a little girl, has the ability to massacre thousands of warriors.

Fang Yiran released hundreds of sound waves, each of which had the power to cut through steel.

Her wonderful voice and loving heart, coupled with the sounds of nature, increased the power of the sound waves to the extreme.

No less powerful than a strike from the Yuan Ling!
Faced with such a powerful attack, Chu Wujiang neither dodged nor evaded. He just took a deep breath.

A huge amount of oxygen rushed into Chu Wujiang's lungs, and he didn't exhale it all until the moment the sound wave was about to hit his face.

what!
A powerful storm burst out from Chu Wujiang's lungs.

No vitality, no mana.

He relied solely on physical inhalation and exhalation.

The dragon star group was shattered.

All the sound waves exploded in the air, leaving nothing behind.

Fang Yiran stood there in disbelief.

If Chu Wujiang used his vital energy, magic power, soul power, or something else, Fang Yiran could still barely accept it.

Chu Wujiang shattered all his vitality simply by relying on his physical strength.

Difficult to accept.

Is the gap between the two sides so great that neither is even qualified to use his vital energy?

Chu Wujiang walked towards Fang Yiran. She took a few steps back unconsciously and shouted in fear:

"Brother Chu, don't kill me!"

Such a horrible body is no longer human.

Chu Wujiang placed his hand on Fang Yiran's head and smiled kindly:
"I just want to tell you."

"Your Dragon Star Group is very powerful, but you didn't consider issues such as frequency."

"This leads to a serious flaw. The core point can be offset by others, causing the move to collapse."

Fang Yiran's frightened expression gradually turned into calmness, and she couldn't help but ask:

"What's the frequency?"

Chu Wujiang smiled and said:
“Frequency is the number of periodic changes that matter completes per unit time.”

"Your Dragon Star Cluster is very powerful, but the frequency is too single. Let me find the flaw, then I can offset it in one fell swoop and defeat the core."

Once the core is shattered, the remaining vitality will disperse.

Fang Yiran shouted in surprise:
“Although I don’t understand it, it’s amazing.”

"Brother Chu is awesome!"

Chu Wujiang smiled and said:

"Okay, your instruction is over."

"But I have a grudge that I need to settle with him. Can you lend me your amulet?"

Fang Yiran showed a hesitant look, then took off the silver jewelry on her chest and handed it to Chu Wujiang.

"Here you go, Brother Chu."

Anyway, if Chu Wujiang really wanted to deal with her, a mere silver jewelry would be of no use.

Chu Wujiang took the silver necklace and injected a little bit of soul into it.

……

Tianjin, Fengyulou Headquarters
The world's biggest intelligence chief was sitting in his office, concentrating and calming down.

[I suspect that the recent changes in the celestial phenomena are related to Chu Wujiang.]

[He is an anomaly in the world. It just so happens that my disciple is going to the Imperial College this time. Perhaps he can find out some useful information...]

Just as Fengyu Tower Master was thinking this, a voice suddenly came to his ears:
"Hello, Master Fengyu."

The owner of Fengyu Tower blurted out:

"Chu Wujiang!"

Chu Wujiang smiled faintly:
"Is Fengyu Tower still investigating me?"

The owner of Fengyu Tower said quickly:

"Absolutely not!"

"This time it's my disciple who's here. This treasure is just a talisman for Yiran."

"Fengyu Tower has been fulfilling the treaty normally and has not even announced the Marquis' special abilities."

Chu Wujiang couldn't help but smile when he saw this powerful man who had once brought him great pressure now explaining respectfully:
"Tonight, I'll go to Fengyu Tower to find you, not the headquarters."

"We'll talk about it then."

The owner of Fengyu Tower immediately nodded and said:
"No problem. I respectfully welcome the Champion Marquis."

Chu Wujiang then interrupted the conversation.

After the conversation was interrupted, Fengyu Tower Master couldn't help but exhale:
"He must be an anomaly."

"Do you want to use all your strength to fight him?"

"Do not."

"peace brings money."

If Fengyu Tower really wanted to encircle and suppress Chu Wujiang, they could actually do it with their current strength. As the largest intelligence dealer in the world, Fengyu Tower is extremely powerful.

But their philosophy is always to not go against the Child of Destiny.

In particular, the owner of Fengyu Tower has a special talent that allows him to judge the strength of his opponent.

When Chu Wujiang's voice came just now, he actually felt a hint of threat, which made this old fox decisively give up the confrontation.

The owner of Fengyu Tower sighed secretly:
[The Fengyu Tower deserves the imperial court's trust. It spent so much money to search for the anomalies of heaven and earth, but not only did it get nothing, it also lost money and secret treasures.]

[The last time Fengyu Tower was able to join Di Hao, it is not impossible to do so this time. 】

The owner of Fengyu Tower was thinking about how to ease the relationship, while Chu Wujiang returned the silver necklace to Fang Yiran, her eyes full of disbelief.

My master is a powerful soul master.

The Champion Marquis is not a powerful soul master.

As a result, Brother Chu was able to threaten a powerful Yuanshen, which made her couldn't help but admire:

"Brother Chu, why don't you really treat me as your brother."

"As long as you don't conflict with Third Brother."

Those words just now were probably meant by Brother Chu to provoke me on purpose, so I can’t take them seriously.

Chu Wujiang smiled and said:

"The key is him, not me."

If Fang Fusheng was an ordinary playboy, Chu Wujiang would not bother to pay attention to him.

Fang Yiran explained:
"But, Third Brother has a hard life..."

He's suffering as hell.

Chu Wujiang denied:

"If you do something wrong, you must accept the punishment. If you kill someone, you must be prepared to be killed."

Fang Yiran's heart skipped a beat. She knew that she could not resolve the conflict between the two parties.

She could only bow her head and say:

"Yes, Brother Chu."

Chu Wujiang heard her calling him brother all the time, and his tone softened a little:
"Since you call me brother, I'll let you know about the information you're trying to gain."

Fang Yiran quickly explained:
"Brother Chu, I didn't try to find out the information."

Chu Wujiang snorted coldly:
"Ok?"

Fang Yiran then realized that his self-proclaimed martial arts skills that could kill people were not a lie.

Chu Wujiang has had a lot of experience in killing people along the way, which makes him quite different from the warriors in Tianjing.

"Brother Chu, I was wrong."

Fang Yiran didn't care about anything and immediately admitted his mistake.

Chu Wujiang smiled and said:
"Since you have admitted your mistake, you should accept the punishment."

punish?

Fang Yiran quickly stepped back and said:
"Brother Chu, I, I didn't do anything bad?"

She looked as pitiful as Si Xiaolian, and her voice made Liu Xinqi feel a little bit sorry for her.

"Master Hou."

Chu Wujiang smiled and said:
"The punishment is simple."

"Call the other fish twice and let them hear it."

ha?
What is this requirement?
Fang Yiran looked at this world-famous champion in amazement and couldn't help but shout:
"Trash fish?"

Chu Wujiang couldn't help laughing and continued:

"Scream a few more times."

Fang Yiran loved to curse in private, and her curses were crisp and pleasant to the ear. Now that she had permission, she cursed several times:
"Trash fish, trash fish, trash fish?"

Fang Yiran has a bad temper, but she never targets the strong or the elders, nor does she bully the younger ones. She usually bullies her companions of the same level as her, such as Liu Xinqi.

This was the first time she scolded a strong man.

Chu Wujiang almost couldn't help laughing.

This looks like so much fun.

He added:
"Your punishment is that you must say whatever I tell you to say."

"Don't worry, I won't let you say anything too extreme."

"Remember, if you can scold someone, don't pretend to be good."

Fang Yiran was stunned and agreed subconsciously:

"Yes, scumbag, no, Brother Chu."

The fourth young lady of the Fang family began to develop along a twisted path.

This is also the gift that Chu Wujiang gave to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

(End of this chapter)