The indescribable Taoist Lord

"Zhang Qinghe is back?"

Xie Luming came out from the state of turning skills, and slowly opened his eyes. His jade-colored pupils were bulging, not knowing what he was thinking.

He Muyang bowed behind him, not like a classmate of the same generation, but no different from a retainer with a clear distinction between superiority and inferiority.

"I went back to Chang'an. As soon as I turned around, I went to Luanfeng Pavilion."

"Luanfeng Pavilion..." Xie Luming sneered.

"In this experience, he seems to have won the first place, and he has a good reputation among the geniuses."

Xie Luming held the folding fan in his hand tightly. He originally thought that in the realm of Guiyuan, this immature boy who had practiced for less than half a year was just going to gain some knowledge, but now it seems that he has already posed a real threat to himself.

Although he looked down on the so-called Wen Mo, he still felt bad when Zhang Qinghe took it.

"This time it's just that Brother Xie is not here. If Brother Xie was in Zhen'an, I think the current problem would have been nipped in the bud."

He Muyang spoke softly, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

"Although the affairs of the Xu family are unclear, Qingluo and Xu Dong must have been killed in the hands of this villain one after another. You want revenge, and I want to pacify Chang'an School. Our goals are completely the same. Brother He must do his best. Help me."

"That's natural." The resentment in He Muyang's eyes was just right. "The man has been lured here, what are your plans, Brother Xie? Is he blaming you for his lack of virtue?"

Xie Luming smiled and shook his head, as if he heard some kidding.

"Brother He, does he know what is the most serious thing in Taohao?"

"What's going on?"

"It's related to forbidden places, and it's related to evil things. If the students of the Confucian Society turned into evil things while Wang Zhixin was explaining the meaning of the scriptures, and infected many people, what would the saints think?"

"This... will inevitably lead to a thorough investigation of the Confucian Society, especially Zhang Qinghe."

"I heard that your family has a close relationship with Mr. Ou, a bad guy?"

"Brother Xie, are you trying to stoke this fire?" He Muyang's eyes flashed.

"Yes, that's it. This fire can not only burn down the Confucian Society, but also Zhang Qinghe, and even Li Shaobai." Xie Luming said with a proud smile.

It just so happened that the so-called spy was uncovered... which calmed the hearts of those old scholars, Xie Luming said silently.

"But how can Brother Xie have the ability to alienate these students..."

Before He Muyang could finish speaking, Xie Luming stood up and patted He Muyang's shoulder. A twisted strand of Tao and reason was about to penetrate into He Muyang's Niwan Palace. He felt the mysterious power in his soul that wanted to squeeze in. He Muyang He quickly moved up the barrier of star power, pretending to be blank on his face, and his pupils became dark.

"You don't have to worry about these, just go about your business with peace of mind."

"yes……"

"Then let's get started!"

Xie Luming smiled and said, inside the cave, there were several students in Tsing Yi with dull eyes lined up in a row, their eyes stained with thick ink. If there were people who often listened to lectures in the Confucian Society and explained each other's doubts, they would be there. It turns out that these people are all quite active students in the Confucian Society.

Xie Luming didn't know what method he used to lure them to Jisheng Peak and also confused their minds.

Just as the abacus was making sounds in Xie Luming's cave, Wang Zhixin's heart moved, as if he sensed something.

"Can't you hold back those things before Brother Zhang comes back?" Wang Zhixin naturally knew what this whim was about.

He felt several inexplicable bonds tremble violently, as if they were struggling against something.

"Forget it, this is king versus king, general versus general. To prevent Xie Luming from becoming a difficult kid in the end, it's better to resolve it first."

He followed this invisible, only finely perceived, aura bond constructed purely from the interweaving of Taoism and Rhythm, and passed on some of his thoughts and understandings about Confucianism and Taoism, so that these five people would not be unable to maintain the barrier of their souls.

"The method is very different from the coy and submissive one before. It uses simple calculations such as throwing dirty water. If Brother Zhang hadn't saved a trick, he would have been caught off guard this time."

Often simple means can most directly hit the target, Wang Zhixin deeply believes in this, especially for associations such as the Confucian Society, which are established based on the theory of gentlemen. It seems that the pillars are Zhang Qinghe and Wang Zhixin, but the most fundamental foothold is actually the sacred place in the school. People's favor and the endorsement of Li Shaobai, the Marquis of Yansheng.

At present, Li Shaobai is in seclusion. If he loses the support of the saints due to immorality or something more serious, no matter how well-regulated and profound his doctrine is, he will become a rat on the street.

In particular, the ability to manipulate the soul made Xie Luming's plan seamless.

If it weren't for He Muyang, Wang Zhixin still didn't know who Xie Luming would be. If it weren't for Dao Dao Tianyin, the souls of these students would have been manipulated in this way. Even if they could regain their consciousness in the future, their cultivation path would probably be ruined.

"Brother Wang, when are today's lectures scheduled?"

Today, the three people who are close to Wang Zhixin are all here. It can be seen from their cultivation that they have made significant progress relying on the lectures of the Confucian Society.

"At this time on weekdays, it's almost time to start."

Wang Zhixin looked around and saw that many students were already sitting down with scriptures in their hands, looking at him expectantly.

"It's almost time to start."

Wang Zhi calculated the time in his mind and realized that it was not far from Taihaotian to Chang'an, especially the monks who were able to turn into rainbows after returning to Yuan Dynasty. It would not be long before they could reach Chang'an from Jisheng Peak.

He looked up eagerly and saw a few familiar figures walking into the club with a calm demeanor. He was certain in his heart that the protagonist of this episode had finally arrived.

"It seems that you are the ones here to listen to me today. Please take a seat. Today I will shamelessly share my humble opinions. If there is anything inappropriate that will make me laugh, I hope you will correct me in time."

Wang Zhixin himself did not expect that this kind of lectures would subtly and harmoniously complement his own temperament.

"Thank you, Master Wang."

All the seniors who were born in Wang Zhixin said in unison - this can be regarded as a characteristic of the Confucian society.

"So being a saint depends on pure heavenly principles, not on talent..."

While Wang Zhixin was telling the story in detail, he did not take his eyes away from the five people sitting around the students.

Although those few aura ties were a little weak, the Tao and principles from the Confucian and Taoist classics in Wang Zhixin's heart were constantly passed on and circulated while he was preaching, maintaining their souls without any change.

And far above Jisheng Peak, He Muyang no longer knew where he was going. Old God Xie Luming was on the ground and tapped the edge of the table three times with his jade fan, as if counting, leaving in the hearts of those Chang'an School students. The hidden truth and reason stir in it.

When he felt the mysterious chaos, the power that seemed to infect everything burst out, he smiled brightly——

"That's it! I want to see who this fire can burn in the end!"