Opening confession to the beautiful master

"Boom boom boom!"

I saw those giant dragons transformed from purple energy rushing directly towards a golden bamboo. The golden bamboo also underwent a qualitative change. A total of nine purple dragon shadows wrapped around the golden bamboo, completely turning it into a dragon bamboo. !

A complete dragon bamboo was born, and there were nine giant dragons entrenched on it. It was undoubtedly the king among dragon bamboos.

Confucianism, like Taoism, also regards nine as the ultimate.

Zhang Yi first irrigated the Golden Bamboo, and then irrigated the Dragon Bamboo with nine dragon shadows.

This is already a miracle!

Today, the Confucian disciples gained their knowledge. The appearance of the dragon bamboo shoots originally gave them a great shock, but they did not expect that the movement caused by Zhang Yi was even more terrifying.

"So scary!"

Beiling's heart was filled with huge waves. She was silent for a long time before she could say these four words. She even began to think that Zhang Yi was the reincarnation of the first generation Confucian saint.

Except for that person, she couldn't think of any other existence that could cause such a big commotion.

"We must find a way to keep Zhang Yi!"

Beiling's eyes glowed green, and he looked at Zhang Yi blankly, as if he had seen a treasure.

If she only had love for Zhang Yi before, now she is determined to win.

This person was simply born for their Confucianism.

Fang Tiancheng also looked at the dragon bamboo in front of Zhang Yi, with mixed feelings in his heart, and finally showed a wry smile, "Zhang Daoyou, what have you experienced? The dragon bamboo can actually irrigate nine dragon shadows."

It was hard to imagine what kind of experience could make Zhang Yi at such a young age write such a beautiful sentence. Thinking of this, his mind suddenly brightened. After all... Zhang Yi had never had the knowledge he had.

"It's just a coincidence."

Zhang Yi also said very humbly.

Hearing this, Fang Tiancheng's newly stable mood almost collapsed. Is this something that can be done by chance?

"Huh...this kid really hides his secrets."

Taoist Priest Qinglian just now was really sweating for Zhang Yi. Who would have expected that the final outcome would be like this? This almost shocked everyone, okay?

Shen Wangu looked at Fang Tiancheng's uncomfortable look and couldn't help but secretly rejoice, "Hahaha, you can't believe it? You dare to pretend in front of fellow Taoist Zhang, you really don't know how to live or die!"

"Master is still Master."

The big stone in Ren Qianchou's heart finally fell to the ground, and she looked at Zhang Yi with admiration. She had never seen such a monster in her life.

Looking at Shen Wangu next to him, his eyes immediately felt disgusted, "We are all the same people, why is there such a big gap?"

At this moment, the Confucian disciple finally came to his senses, and looked at Zhang Yi with extremely admiring eyes.

"Longzhu! I never thought that I would be able to see the birth of a complete Longzhu in my lifetime! It's worth it, it's worth it!"

"This Daoist eldest brother is really a genius. He has never practiced Confucianism and Taoism, but he can arouse this level of literary spirit."

"It would be terrible if he practiced Confucianism and Taoism."

The performance of three experiences has convinced Confucian disciples of Zhang Yi. It is no exaggeration to say that Zhang Yi's reputation in Wensheng Academy is now higher than that of Fang Tiancheng.

After this discussion, Fang Tiancheng fully understood that Zhang Yi was a big mountain in front of him and could never be surpassed. Isn't treating him as a mentally ill person suicidal?

And when he saw the reaction of the Confucian disciples, he was completely relieved. His mood was particularly smooth now, and he couldn't figure out the way forward.

"I have learned a lesson from fellow Daoist Zhang!"

Fang Tiancheng saluted and said very respectfully.

"I would like to travel with you later. Is it convenient?"

Fang Tiancheng has already made plans to keep a small notebook to memorize Zhang Yi's famous sayings in the future. He will always learn something.

Besides, he is also qualified to go down the mountain this time, so he must seize this opportunity. No...it should be said that it is an opportunity.

"Can."

Zhang Yi couldn't get this. Only with you by my side can I have the opportunity to give you the Confucian Sage Pen.

In fact, Zhang Yi also had the thought of reminding Fang Tiancheng to give him the Confucian Sage Pen, but every time he thought of it, he would be frantically warned by the Destiny Map.

If you can't get along with the destiny map, he will really cheat you if something happens.

In desperation, Zhang Yi winked at Taoist Qinglian. At this time, only Taoist Qinglian was more reliable.

"Um...Fang Tiancheng, you see that you are going to practice next to Junior Nephew Zhang Yi when you go down the mountain, shouldn't you express it?"

Taoist Priest Qinglian understood instantly and winked at Zhang Yi again, meaning to reassure Zhang Yi.

Taoist Priest Qinglian really did not disappoint Zhang Yi. He knew what he was thinking just by looking at him, which was very good.

"As it should be!"

In fact, Fang Tiancheng had long wanted to repay Zhang Yi, but he never thought of the right opportunity.

"But Daoyou Zhang is a senior fellow of the Dao Sect. He should have everything I have. I really don't know how to repay you."

This made Fang Tiancheng a little embarrassed, and he scratched his head helplessly.

Taoist Priest Qinglian climbed up the pole, "No, have you forgotten that you have the Confucian Sage Pen?"

Taoist Priest Qinglian's kind reminder caused another uproar.

"What? Senior brother refined the Confucian Sage Pen?"

"Can you actually refine the Confucian Saint Pen? No wonder Senior Brother is so confident."

"Our senior brother is still the best!"

For a time, Fang Tiancheng's prestige in the hearts of Confucian disciples increased a bit.

The Confucian Sage Pen was an unattainable sacred object in the hearts of these Confucian disciples. They had never thought that anyone could refine the Confucian Sage Pen, and this... Fang Tiancheng did it!

The shock they suffered today was so great that they couldn't even react for a while.

"It's too late. When will Qinglian stop talking?"

Beiling knew something was wrong as soon as Taoist Qinglian opened his mouth, but he was still not as quick as Taoist Qinglian.

Originally, she had to announce this matter, but Taoist Qinglian got there first, so it wasn't as perfect as she had imagined, which was a pity.

But since things have come to this point, Beiling had to announce the news, "Tiancheng has indeed refined the Confucian Saint's pen, so... from today on, Tiancheng is the 19th generation of Confucian Saint!"

With an order, a blue light of nothingness enveloped Fang Tiancheng, which made his temperament change drastically. He became more elegant and exuded a mysterious aura...

"Meet Fang the Confucian Saint!"

All the disciples of the Confucian School saluted and showed joy at the same time. How far will a person who has refined the Confucian Saint's pen lead Confucianism?

Fang Tiancheng glanced at Bei Ling with a hint of blame in his eyes. Wasn't it time to announce it? Why did he announce it suddenly?

But when he saw Bei Ling's fierce eyes, his dissatisfaction completely dissipated, and a very standard fake smile appeared on his face.

"I am honored to be the 19th generation of Confucian saints. I will lead Confucianism to a new height."

Fang Tiancheng smiled on his face, but he was annoyed in his heart.