The indescribable Taoist Lord

Within a few days, the Confucian Society actually started to develop.

First, the tone was set for answering questions and exchanging knowledge, which made everyone feel at ease.

Students with relatively mediocre qualifications have benefited a lot from it, while students with relatively excellent qualifications have been able to expand their circles and earn face.

This was also due to the amazing mobility of Duanmu Ci, Yan Ziyuan and Zeng Shen.

They also represent the typical examples of the three classes. Each has a group of friends within their own circle, and it doesn't take long for them to attract a number of classmates.

However, everyone only thinks that this is just a loose organization that answers questions and complements each other. Even the students with keen points are willing to join the network that Zhang Qing and Yu Wang Zhixin have gathered.

But when the word "Confucianism" reached the ears of all the masters, they tasted something different.

The positions of the saints standing quietly on the back of the mountain are different.

Zeng Sheng naturally agreed very much. This is indeed a good thing that will benefit the future - Zhang Qinghe has opened up a new model to promote cultural communication.

the most important is……

His own descendants took the lead in it, and they could build an ancestral hall for the Zeng family even if it was impossible.

Wang Xuan also agreed with it. He had always had a good impression of Zhang Qinghe and had always regretted not taking him under his wing. Now that he has established this impressive society and heard some words and deeds, he only feels that there is some guilt. Some of them can even be passed down from generation to generation.

"When three people walk together, they must have my teacher. Choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones..."

"Wonderful!"

He smoothed his pale beard and hair, and his saint's robes swayed with his cheerful laughter.

"I'm afraid these remarks are slightly contrary to the ancestral tradition."

Seeing that Xu Huaijin in front of him did not express his position, Xu Handu said in a calm tone.

"Besides, what those little kids said about Confucianism is the knowledge that coexists with heaven and earth. It seems to have deviated somewhat from the sages' opinions of obeying heaven and responding to people."

"Yes, yes, yes."

"From this perspective, what Xu Sheng said is indeed good!"

Several saints who were good friends with Xu Nieyu immediately echoed.

Wang Xuan was from a lineage close to Li Shaobai, and he immediately saw what Xu Nieyu meant.

It doesn't matter whether those words were said by Li Shaobai, but Zhang Qinghe's "Mr. Shaobai said" was properly labeled as Li Shaobai. No wonder he didn't like it.

He and Li Shaobai have never dealt with each other.

In other words, if Zhang Qinghe changes his tone of voice to "Mr. Holding Yu said" in the future, I am afraid that the tone of this group of people will also change immediately.

The temperament of the teacher will naturally be the same as the students. Being able to teach a student with Yu Langjun's temperament, Xu Nieyu's ability to manipulate people is naturally second to none.

Xu Huaijin saw that these old saints were getting into disputes over a trivial matter concerning their descendants, and she blamed her brother.

He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the old wounds accumulated in his body and the sluggish spirit, and sighed.

"Okay, there's no need to argue. Just let them do their thing."

"Brother, how can this be done? There must be no rules in the school..." Xu Nieyu wanted to say something else, but Xu Huaijin glanced at him with a dull look, and suddenly stopped.

Not only was he a head shorter in stature, but for more than seven hundred years, Xu Nieyu had been a few points shorter than the elder brother in front of him in terms of talent, work, and conduct.

The shorter he is, the more he wants to fight.

"It's better to concentrate on consolidating this week's divine ban! A while ago, I sent someone to visit the Xu family. It seems that the matter of the little lady of the Li family is not over yet. There is evil spirit escaping from the demon shell of the ancestor.

There is no risk of major cultivation in the upper three realms, but masters in the middle three realms and students in lower realms must be carefully investigated.

No matter what their plan is, they always come after this mountain. "

Wang Xuan was confused and said:

"Logically speaking, when the evil energy enters the body, it should break out on the spot and immediately transform. Why did this young master of the Xu family enter Chang'an City... and then suddenly turn into an evil thing one night..."

"This is exactly where my worries lie." The contemporary Saint Master paced in space, the worry between his brows not dissipating for a long time.

"We seem to have seen an unprecedented form of parasitism in the Demon Shell, which can place evil energy on people and then explode at a certain moment... and it is impossible to say that in the process of entrusting it, it also affects the host's mind.

Then He Shaolang got seriously ill inexplicably. I'm afraid it wasn't something Shaolang Xu did to him. "

If Zhang Qinghe were present, he would definitely be very surprised. The saint master actually guessed the situation very closely based on clues. Although there were differences and he did not grasp the core thing, it was very close.

Wang Xuan's eyes showed deep contemplation, affecting his mind...

He seemed to have thought of something, his pupils shrank, he glanced in the direction of Shengshen Pavilion, and then suppressed his inner thoughts.

"In any case, please make preparations in advance."

Xu Huaijin's body seemed to be weighed down by a thousand kilograms of weight. He was already stooped, so he bowed again. His old, furrowed face was filled with sorrow and seriousness.

The saints nodded in agreement. Xu Huaijin looked at the mountain in front of her that was pure and peaceful in the daytime, like a paradise for immortals. Deep worry flashed in her eyes...

On the other side, Li Shaobai came to Zhang Qinghe's courtyard.

Zhang Qinghe could not go to the foot of the Yinshan Mountain, and it was not easy to chat in the preaching hall, so Zhang Qinghe's Peach Blossom Villa was always Li Shaobai's usual resting place.

"Confucian Society? Which one are you trying to deal with?"

"It's just a sudden whim. I came up with it for fun. It can't be taken seriously." Zhang Qinghe said with a smile.

Li Shaobai stared at Zhang Qinghe for a while, his expression rare and serious.

"Young man Qinghe, I heard that you gave the word Confucianism a certain character. This character is very impressive. The Yasheng and the saints all said that you wanted to create another cultural context as a supplement to the literary tradition!

Who gave you little kids the courage? "

Zhang Qinghe smiled.

"Is it possible that saints still care about these things? Besides, those words and knowledge were all taught by Mr. Shaobai, so what does they have to do with us low-level students?"

Zhang Qinghe was used to making jokes about Li Shaobai, so he said it without any scruples.

"Good boy, are you using me openly?"

Li Shaobai was amused.

"I don't know how much knowledge that has been handed down from ancient times is packed in your little brain, but since you gave these things to me, you can't get them back from me!"

"That doesn't matter!" Zhang Qinghe knew what Li Shaobai meant. He was bent on endorsing Zhang Qinghe!

"I am the one who wants to thank you sir!"

Zhang Qinghe solemnly bowed his hands and closed his sleeves, like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Li Shaobai was a little regretful. It had been so many days and he didn't know when he would be able to see him perform the disciple ceremony.

"It's okay, Yan Shenghou's signature is meant to be used!"

"By the way, I have one more thing to ask sir..."

"Oh, what's the matter?"