Opening confession to the beautiful master

"It's not too bad to use life and death as the subject, right?"

Fang Tiancheng hesitated and looked at Zhang Yi slightly worriedly.

He had Confucianism and Taoism to protect him, so the risk to him on the subject of life and death was not that great. On the contrary, he was worried about Zhang Yi. After all, Zhang Yi had never practiced Confucianism and Taoism.

"Why?"

Zhang Yi saw that Fang Tiancheng looked a little abnormal and knew that this matter might not be that simple.

"With the theme of life and death, someone may die if you are not careful..."

Fang Tiancheng informed Zhang Yi of the secret, and it was up to Zhang Yi to make his own judgment.

"It doesn't matter. If you want to discuss the truth, I will accompany you."

Zhang Yi waved his hand. Is this what he, the great copywriter guild, is afraid of?

Moreover, Zhang Yi is a person who has truly experienced life and death and lived two lives again. I dare to ask who among the people present has this kind of sentiment?

What Fang Tiancheng didn't expect was that this topic choice would still give Zhang Yi an advantage.

Fang Tiancheng also knew that Zhang Yi did this all for him, and he immediately felt a sense of gratitude in his heart. He cupped his hands and thanked him, "Thank you so much, fellow Taoist Zhang, I will never forget this kindness."

It was already a huge favor for Zhang Yi to accompany him in discussing Taoism, but now that he is not afraid to talk about life and death, this favor is even bigger.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, when it comes to the subject of life and death, you have to be cautious and cautious. This time, I should do it first."

Even if he knew that Zhang Yi was very capable, Fang Tiancheng didn't dare to completely rest assured, so he explained in a cautious and matter-of-fact manner.

This time, Fang Tiancheng thought more, and his expression became more solemn. There was even a trace of sweat on his forehead, and it was obvious that he was very nervous.

This is the first time that Fang Tiancheng has dealt with the subject of life and death. He can even foresee that if he succeeds, it will be of great help to him in the future.

"These people are really fooling around. They actually talk about life and death."

Beiling also frowned and looked at Fang Tiancheng, but he felt a little relieved when he thought that Fang Tiancheng still had the Confucian Saint Pen on him.

"Beiling, if something happens later, please save Zhang Yi's life!"

Taoist priest Qinglian also realized the seriousness of the matter and was ready to take action at any time, but for the sake of safety, he still told Beiling.

Double protection is the safest!

"Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to him."

Beiling nodded. If the Tao of Life and Death were to backfire, she would not be sure to save Zhang Yi, but she still had to stabilize Taoist Qinglian first.

As if a century had passed, Fang Tiancheng's face turned a little pale, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn, and no one dared to breathe.

Fang Tiancheng wriggled his lips and said slowly: "Thousands of lives, thousands of deaths, a few mortal lives, life and death come and go."

At this last moment, he seemed to feel the mystery of life and the threat of death, and he felt it, and at the same time he exhaled a foul breath.

"Crash!"

In an instant, the purple Wen Qi kept pouring in, irrigating the golden bamboo. However, the golden bamboo began to shrink, and finally turned into a seed and fell into the ground.

Everyone was overwhelmed by this sudden scene, but soon something even more shocking happened to them.

I saw the seed breaking out of the ground, and a small green bud emerged. It was accompanied by bursts of dragon roars. A lifelike little dragon was carved on the bud, and a calm pressure came from it. burst out.

"Longzhu! It's Longzhu! It turns out that Longzhu is not the legendary existence!"

"Oh my god! Senior brother actually irrigated a dragon bamboo shoot. It's too scary!"

"It should be stable this time, right? This is something that even the Northern Confucian Sage has not been able to do."

A series of exclamations came from the mouths of Confucian disciples. Sure enough, it is only under the pressure of life and death that human beings' supreme potential can be stimulated.

Beiling's face was also slightly surprised, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of surprise and pride, "Very good, the young are better than the blue."

Finally, there is a person who can irrigate the dragon bamboo, and he is worthy of being the person who refined the Confucian sage's pen.

Now there is news in Beiling announcing that Fang Tiancheng has refined the Confucian Sage Pen, helping Fang Tiancheng to build momentum.

But after just thinking about it, she still respected Fang Tiancheng's choice.

Fang Tiancheng's face has returned to rosy at this moment, and he is indescribably excited, but his gratitude to Zhang Yi has become more and more intense, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, thank you! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have made it this far."

This is the truth. As the saying goes, Wen Wu is better than Wu Wu, but he also has a competitive spirit. It was under the trend of competitive spirit that he cultivated Longzhu.

Zhang Yi only felt that the purple literary aura caused by Fang Tiancheng just now was a bit extraordinary. He didn't know what Longzhu meant, so he didn't have much trouble in his heart.

"Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Fang."

Zhang Yi congratulated heartily.

The more he helps Fang Tiancheng, the greater the possibility of completing the task.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, why don't we end this discussion?"

Winning or losing is no longer important to Fang Tiancheng. From the moment he irrigates the dragon bamboo, his worries have been eliminated.

Zhang Yi shook his head, "No, you have to start and finish everything."

Without him, even if it is to leave a souvenir of the life and death he has experienced in his two lives.

"Then... Fellow Daoist Zhang, please pay attention to your safety."

Fang Tiancheng really thought about Zhang Yi. He didn't want anything to happen to Zhang Yi. He admired Zhang Yi from the bottom of his heart.

Zhang Yi nodded, closed his eyes, and began to think about his past and present lives, fragments of which flashed through his mind.

Compared to Fang Tiancheng's nervousness before, Zhang Yi seemed much calmer and more composed, as if he was just thinking about some ordinary things.

Zhang Yi was relaxed, but this made Ren Qianchou and the others anxious.

"Master can definitely do it!"

Ren Qianchou nervously clenched her little hands, her palms full of sweat.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, you have to fight for your reputation, don't let Fang Tiancheng pretend!"

Shen Wangu will never allow anyone other than Zhang Yi to pretend in front of him. This is his rule and he will spend his whole life to realize it!

"Zhang Yi! Don't worry, I will keep you safe no matter what!"

Taoist Priest Qinglian narrowed his eyes, ready to take action at any time.

Suddenly, Zhang Yi opened his eyes, and a ray of light bloomed from his eyes, and he slowly said: "A hundred rivers have passed away, and there is no return. The origin of life and death is just a dream."

Zhang Yi thought so lightly, so indifferently, as if he looked down upon life and death and didn't care.

Yes, isn't reliving two lives just like a dream to him?

After the words fell, everyone was enveloped by the pressure of death. The weak ones even broke out in cold sweat. They felt as if they were being targeted by the god of death. Fortunately, Zhang Yi had no murderous intention towards them. Otherwise, Confucian Saint Lin I'm afraid there are already corpses everywhere.

Zhang Yi found that the movements caused by such inspired poems were even more terrifying.

"Ho ho ho."

For a moment, purple energy came from the east and gathered into giant dragons, hovering in the air and roaring with fangs and claws. The roar of the dragons resounded throughout the Wensheng Academy.

In comparison, the previous commotion caused by Fang Tiancheng was nothing more than child's play in front of Zhang Yi.