Opening confession to the beautiful master

"What? He refined the Confucian Sage Pen? Didn't you refine it?"

Soon, Shen Wangu reacted, looked at Fang Tiancheng in disbelief, looked up and down, and then murmured: "Good guy, you are so secretive, I can't tell you still have this ability!"

Although his memory has been erased, he still knows that the Confucian Sage Pen has never had an owner, and it is really a big deal that Fang Tiancheng can make it recognize its owner.

As long as he thought about how long he had pretended to be in front of the guy who was refining the Confucian Saint Pen, Shen Wangu felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

This would even be enough for him to brag about in the future. Fortunately, he had forgotten about the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints. Otherwise, who knows how excited he would be?

Fang Tiancheng was also separated from Beiling's affairs at this moment. Thinking of his affairs, the top priority was to solve his problem, otherwise it would be useless to refine the Confucian Sage Pen.

"So what if I refined the Confucian Saint Pen? I'm still not as good as Daoist Friend Zhang."

Fang Tiancheng put on a sad face and said gloomily.

"Good guy, you can pretend better than me!"

Shen Wangu took a breath, and there was a rare lack of dialogue. He would never allow anyone to pretend in front of them.

Of course... Zhang Yi is an exception.

"Fellow Daoist Fang is so humble. I'm just lucky."

Zhang Yi bowed his hand humbly. If he hadn't had the memory of his previous life, ten of them together wouldn't be Fang Tiancheng's opponent.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, I have a heartless request, and I hope it will be granted."

Suddenly, Fang Tiancheng smiled bitterly and said with caution.

Zhang Yi knew that something crucial was coming, so he straightened his body and said, "What's the matter?"

"I hope fellow Taoist Zhang will discuss Taoism with me!"

Fang Tiancheng looked at Zhang Yi expectantly, with fighting spirit burning in his eyes.

Before meeting Zhang Yi, Fang Tiancheng thought that he was the number one Confucian and Taoist figure in the contemporary era, and considered himself to be a peerless genius. He had only practiced Confucianism and Taoism for twenty-six years to break through to the late stage of spiritual transformation. He was considered a strange person.

"Oh? How do you discuss it?"

Zhang Yi also became interested. Fang Tiancheng had always talked about discussing Tao before, but now that he brought it up at this time, it was obviously not an ordinary discussion.

"On Confucianism, judging superiority by poetry and poetry."

Fang Tiancheng took a deep breath and said with some embarrassment.

"I know that Zhang Daoyou is not a Confucian, nor has he practiced Confucianism, but Zhang Daoyou's literary talent is one of the best I have seen in my life, and it is unique among contemporary people."

"I hope fellow Daoist Zhang will come true!"

After speaking, Fang Tiancheng bowed deeply and spoke with great sincerity.

"I can promise you, but..."

An idea just came into Zhang Yi's mind. He wanted to get the Confucian sage's pen through this discussion, which was undoubtedly an additional bet.

But as soon as he had this idea, the destiny map in his body began to warn him wildly, obviously telling him that this move was not feasible. This also made Zhang Yigang take back the words he had just spoken, feeling like he had a headache.

"But what?"

Fang Tiancheng looked at Zhang Yi eagerly. As long as Zhang Yi could discuss Tao with him and solve his problems, he would benefit a lot no matter whether he won or lost this discussion.

"I promise you!"

Zhang Yi was a little embarrassed, neither this nor that would work, so he could only follow Fang Tiancheng's method first and see if things could turn around.

Hearing this, Fang Tiancheng was overjoyed. He thought Zhang Yi would make some request, but he didn't expect Zhang Yi to agree so readily. "Fang Taoist friend Zhang will bear this kindness in his heart."

This discussion will determine Fang Tiancheng's future achievements, which makes him unappreciative to Zhang Yi.

"This discussion is limited to poems and songs. I'll let Fellow Daoist Zhang decide on the topic. How about a total of three themes?"

He couldn't let him take advantage of everything, so he gave Zhang Yi the initiative to choose the topic.

"No need, just decide."

Zhang Yi looked at Fang Tiancheng with a strange expression. As a copywriter, he couldn't bully others like this, so he had to give Fang Tiancheng some room to show his potential.

"Is Fellow Daoist Zhang already so strong? Then I would rather obey your orders than respect him."

Fang Tiancheng was not polite to Zhang Yi, but his expression became more solemn.

"I can't take advantage of you like this. I have a good idea. Why don't I leave the topic selection to the brothers and sisters of Literary Saint Academy."

Fang Tiancheng thought for a while and said thoughtfully.

"good."

Zhang Yi had no objections to anything, and was only thinking about how to make Fang Tiancheng willingly hand over the Confucian Sage Pen. He was really worried to death.

"Let's go to the Confucian and Taoist Forest. The victory or defeat will be decided by the Wen Sheng Forest."

Fang Tiancheng had already thought of a countermeasure, obviously planning it for a long time.

After that, the news of Fang Tiancheng and Zhang Yizhi's discussion spread throughout Wensheng Academy, and countless Confucian disciples came to join in the fun. The small Confucianism and Taoist Forest was filled with people, which seemed a bit crowded.

"You actually want to argue with our senior brother. Isn't this asking for abuse?"

"Hush, be careful! That Zhang Yi is a senior brother of the Dao Sect, and he has also awakened the Supreme Bone. It is said that he is the most outstanding genius in the contemporary era."

"So what about the Taoist eldest brother? Is it possible that he is better than our eldest brother in Confucianism and Taoism?"

None of them knew the details of Zhang Yi or the commotion caused by Zhang Yi at Wenshengtai. They only thought that this was a discussion without any suspense.

Yes, it was indeed a debate without any suspense, but they seemed to have mistaken the winner.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, every plant and tree in this Confucian Saint Forest is grown by the irrigation of Wen Qi. How about we see who of us can make the trees in this Confucian Saint Forest grow better later?"

Fang Tiancheng briefly introduced Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi was secretly surprised. No wonder the trees here make people refreshed and become elegant unconsciously. It turns out that they are irrigated by literary spirit.

"Fellow disciples, today Daoist friend Zhang and I will discuss Taoism through poetry, songs and poems. We have three topics to choose from. It will be up to you to choose these topics."

Fang Tiancheng shouted, and it suddenly became lively again.

Many Confucian disciples even let out a burst of sighs. They all know that poetry and poetry are Fang Tiancheng's best field. Isn't this humiliating himself?

They subconsciously thought that Zhang Yi was asking Fang Tiancheng to discuss Taoism, but little did they know...it was their senior brother who eagerly begged Zhang Yi to discuss Taoism.

"Okay! The Confucian family has been silent for too many years, and it just so happens that Senior Brother has dampened their spirit today."

The Confucian disciple said with an excited look.

Hearing this, Fang Tiancheng almost broke into a cold sweat and waved his hands quickly: "Hey! Be careful what you say, be careful what you say!"

Seeing the graceful Fang Tiancheng, the Confucian disciples couldn't help but praise him again, "It's our senior brother who is so humble and polite."

Fang Tiancheng's old face turned red. He couldn't be more humble and polite. What he said was true. He really is fearless if he doesn't know.

Suddenly, Fang Tiancheng had a bad taste in his heart, and he suddenly wondered how his classmates would feel after seeing Zhang Yi's performance. Will it be a greater impact than his original one?

Thinking of this, Fang Tiancheng raised a smirk on his lips...