Opening confession to the beautiful master

"Little guy, you are quite cautious, but there is no use being cautious in front of me."

"No one can stop the person I, Qinglian, want to see!"

Taoist Priest Qinglian has been following Zhang Yi with her aura hidden in secret. She is determined to go to Wensheng Academy.

In fact, since she met Fang Tiancheng, she had been observing secretly, otherwise she would not have stopped them on the way by such a coincidence.

"You are now a contemporary Confucian sage. I don't know what your expression will be like when you see me again after so many years."

A cold light flashed in Taoist Priest Qinglian's eyes, and he murmured in a low voice.

In fact, they stopped Zhang Yi just to ask about the purpose of their trip, and the rest of the matter can be solved entirely by relying on their own skills.

When Zhang Yi arrived at the Holy Capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he was warmly received by Shen Changqing, and Shen Wangu and the others had already become his guests.

After all, Shen Wangu's identity lies here.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang came all the way and didn't say hello in advance. I was not prepared at all."

When Shen Changqing saw Zhang Yi, he rushed forward enthusiastically, but Zhang Yi frowned and subconsciously dodged. He really didn't like this kind of enthusiasm.

After not seeing Shen Changqing for a while, I found that the emperor's aura in him had increased a lot, and his cultivation had reached the late Yuanying stage, which was considered dissatisfying.

"Great Zhou Holy Emperor, I have some important things to do this time, so I won't interrupt you. Let's meet again another day!"

Zhang Yi bowed his hands slightly to say goodbye, then left with Shen Wangu and his group.

Shen Changqing had no objection to Zhang Yi's rash attitude, but looked at Zhang Yi and the others with envy, and sighed: "It's better to be like them, living a life like a wandering cloud and a wild crane, but I am trapped Died in Dazhou..."

On the way, Ren Qianchou asked slightly worriedly: "Master, the old witch didn't do anything to you, right?"

Zhang Yi shook his head and did not mention the content of his conversation with Taoist Qinglian, "No."

"Zhang Daoyou, I didn't expect you to be so popular, but if I had your skin, I would probably be even more popular."

Fang Tiancheng looked at Zhang Yi with envy. He could tell at a glance that the relationship between Taoist Qinglian and Zhang Yi was not simple.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, you can't say this nonsense and make things out of nothing."

Zhang Yi's heart tightened, Fang Tiancheng couldn't let Fang Tiancheng say this casually, something big would happen sooner or later.

Others don't know that the Confucian Sage is Taoist Qinglian's old lover, how can he still be unclear?

"Zhang Daoyou, there's no need to be so nervous. I'm not a good person. I'm a young man in vain. Scholars of my generation are the most sentimental. This time I went down the mountain and realized the joy of being a man..."

Fang Tiancheng showed a meaningful smile, a smile that only you understand.

"Really? What kind of happy method?"

This moment aroused Shen Wangu's interest, and he immediately moved aside with great curiosity.

"Do you think Fellow Daoist Shen still hasn't..."

Fang Tiancheng looked at Shen Wangu in great surprise. After all, Shen Wangu had an extraordinary temperament and was full of knowledge. Moreover, he had a beautiful lady by his side. Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case.

"Ahem...what are you talking nonsense about? You, Brother Shen, are so suave, how could you not have that?"

Shen Wangu coughed dryly and interrupted the topic with an embarrassed look on his face.

Originally, Ren Qianchou didn't know what they were talking about, but the more he listened, the more something was wrong. A hint of shyness finally appeared on his pretty face, and he glared at Shen Wangu fiercely, "You're not serious!"

While the few people were fighting along the way, when night fell, Fang Tiancheng led a few people around to a place they had never been before.

Moreover, this place will unconsciously make people feel disoriented, and the surrounding area is even more desolate, which gives people a very strange feeling.

"arrive!"

Fang Tiancheng clapped his hands, with a look of pride on his face.

"Are you here? It's obviously empty here."

Shen Wangu frowned, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Of course it is empty now, otherwise no one in the world would be able to find Wensheng Academy."

As he spoke, Fang Tiancheng showed a look of pride in his eyes, and he took out a dark token with a lofty literary aura.

"The Holy Day: Open Sesame!"

Fang Tiancheng shouted loudly, and saw that the overwhelming literary energy instantly filled the empty surroundings. Under the package of literary energy, along with a burst of space vibration, a peak appeared out of thin air, and there was an academy on top of that peak. The famous Wensheng Academy.

"This is Wen Sheng's order. Only Wen Sheng's order plus Confucian Taoism can open Wen Sheng Academy."

Fang Tiancheng put away the Wen Sheng Ling and showed a hint of arrogance in his every move.

"Open Sesame?!"

Zhang Yi's expression suddenly became strange as he listened to Fang Tiancheng's words. Why did something seem wrong the more he listened?

"Fellow Daoist Fang, what's going on with Open Sesame?"

Zhang Yi quickly asked.

"Huh? I don't know. I felt ashamed at first, but you just get used to it. This is the rule left by the first generation of Confucian sages."

Fang Tiancheng scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

"Okay, stop inking and go in quickly. Wensheng Academy will disappear in a while."

Fang Tiancheng obviously didn't want to delve into this issue, so he urged and led a few people inside.

And none of them noticed that just as Wensheng Academy was about to close, a cyan light flew into it silently.

"Open sesame? Why is it so evil? Could it be that contemporary Confucian sages also traveled through time?"

The phrase "open sesame" made Zhang Yi somewhat distracted. He had been thinking about this issue all the time. If he traveled through time and became a contemporary Confucian sage, it would be natural.

"Brother Fang, when did the first generation of Confucian sages appear?"

Zhang Yi asked curiously.

Fang Tiancheng looked thoughtful and said slowly: "The first generation of Confucian sages are also ancient figures. No one knows where the first generation of Confucian sages came from. It seems that they appeared out of thin air and created Confucianism and Taoism..."

Speaking of the first Confucian sages, Fang Tiancheng's eyes showed deep admiration.

"What happens after that? Have you ascended the Immortal Road?"

Zhang Yi asked again.

"This is unknown. The first-generation Confucian sage is the most mysterious existence. It seems that he is just a flash in the pan in history, appearing suddenly and disappearing suddenly. No one knows his final whereabouts."

Fang Tiancheng only thought that Zhang Yi was eager to learn Confucianism and Taoism, and of course he knew everything about it.

"Brother Shen, this is the Confucian Saint Platform. Only by eliciting a reaction from the Wensheng Platform can one enter the Wensheng Academy."

Fang Tiancheng pointed to a huge prototype platform in front of him, with countless poems written on it, and the literary style in it reached an incredible level.

"I will go to Wensheng Academy to wait for you first. By the way, I will tell Master about your arrival. Master will definitely be very happy!"

After saying that, Fang Tiancheng didn't care whether Zhang Yi and the others agreed or not, he just finished speaking and disappeared in front of them.