Everyone looked towards the door naturally. Only Xie Jing lowered his eyes a little tiredly, as if he didn't care about anyone coming. The news of the death of Wen Sheng was a big blow to him. Those people who had been saved by him gave gifts.
He has the title of Living God, but in his heart Literary Sage is the real Living God.
He respected the sages before him, and even more respected the sages of literature and art.
He still remembered that when he was very young, after suffering all kinds of torture from illness, he could not feel the pain and knew that he was leaving. At that moment, his heart was happy and regretful. It was regretful that he left like this.
In this world.
An old gentleman gently held his hand, and he came back to life.
From that moment on, he knew that there really were gods in this world. This was the only time he saw the literary saint.
From then on, Xie Jing took Wen Sheng as his model, followed the footsteps of Wen Sheng, followed Wen Dao, and followed Wen Ting.
He studied literature and Taoism and took it as his mission to help the world.
Xie Jing called "Mr. Old" in his heart, and tears were already dripping from his heart.
Zhu Jiuchun was slightly surprised when he saw Zhang Lingluo bringing Fu Xie in. He thought to himself that this Lingluo was really like the rumors, doing things willfully and without any sense of proportion. She actually brought in an outsider in such a core occasion.
When other people saw it, they felt the same as Zhu Jiuchun. They were secretly dissatisfied with Zhang Lingluo's behavior, but strangely, no one said anything out loud.
Zhang Lingluo walked up to a middle-aged man wearing a Zhang family logo and called him "uncle".
This middle-aged man's name is Zhang Zhengyang, and he is Zhang Lingluo's cousin. Although he is an elder, Zhang Lingluo is a direct descendant, and Zhang Lingluo's status in Zhang Clan is quite special, as it is the connection between Zhang Clan and Taoist Xuanzong.
So in summary, Zhang Zhengyang is just an elder in front of Zhang Lingluo, and is even inferior to Zhang Lingluo in terms of status.
But in a big family like Zhang clan, there is a clear distinction between the superior and the inferior.
Zhang Zhengyang glanced at Xie Fu next to Zhang Lingluo, and regarded him as a pretty boy. He had also heard about his cousin's behavior, and said calmly: "Ling Luo, we are talking about business now. Please leave your private matters alone."
Come back after processing."
No one mentioned this warning to Zhang Lingluo. Zhang Zhengyang was a member of the Zhang family, so it was up to him to give this warning.
How could Zhang Lingluo not hear it? She leaned closer and whispered: "Uncle Xie is not an outsider, he is my aunt's friend in Wuxi."
Friends! Friends have many meanings. Zhang Zhengyang couldn't help but look at Xie Fu to see what kind of friends they were.
Xie Fu greeted with a smile.
Everyone kept silent because of Xie Fu's presence, because what they talked about could not be leaked to the outside world, and they all blamed Zhang Lingluo for being ignorant.
At this time, Xie Jing opened his eyes and saw Fu Xie with a surprised expression. He immediately got up and walked towards Fu Xie, "Master Xie, why are you here? You didn't notify us in advance, so Xie Jing missed your welcome."
Xie Jing's move shocked everyone. Since Xie Jing was the master of Suzhou Wenting, it was not easy to receive such warm and courteous treatment to establish Xie Jing's status. They secretly guessed his identity.
Seeing this, Zhu Jiuchun thought to himself, it seems I have underestimated him.
Why does Xie Jing pay so much attention to Xie Fu?
But because of the lantern riddle that day, he saw that Fu Xie was arrogant and arrogant, so he secretly cast an illusion on Fu Xie, hoping to make Fu Xie look embarrassed.
How do you know that the other party is not affected at all? This has never happened before. Even if you are a serious Confucian practitioner, it is difficult to resist his illusion.
Xie Jing was secretly surprised and wanted to know the reason. Because there were so many people talking that day, he couldn't talk to him at all, so he simply reported his home address and waited for the other party to come to his door.
Literary talents were withering, so Xie Jing attached great importance to special people like Xie Fu.
Xie Fu has a very good memory. Although he only met him once, he immediately recognized him as the middle-aged Confucian scholar who announced his family name on the lantern riddle that day, and blurted out: "Mr. Xie?"
Xie Jing smiled and nodded: "It seems that Mr. Xie still remembers me."
Xie Fu immediately saluted, "I didn't know that you were actually the master of Suzhou Wenting. Please forgive me for my neglect in my late life."
Xie Jing smiled and said: "No problem, Mr. Xie, please sit down. I will chat with Mr. Xie alone later."
There is a lot of mystery in Xie Jing's words. It seems that he regards Fu Xie as one of his own and there is no need to avoid suspicion.
Xie Jin is not Zhang Lingluo who knows no sense of propriety. Since he has said so, others will naturally not have any objections.
Of course Xie Jing is not ignorant of propriety, he just wants to take this opportunity to let Xie Fu understand the inner situation of Wen Tingwen Dao, and then draw Xie Fu into Wen Dao.
If Mr. Xie is a thoughtful person, this will obviously be much more effective than his persuasive efforts.
Fu Xie also saw the mystery. Two mysterious masters in purple, two Confucian masters in green, and four Confucian masters in green were all present. In addition, important figures from the Zhu and Zhang clans were also present. It was obvious that they were discussing something very important.
thing.
"Mr. Xie, as an outsider, I won't disturb you."
Xie Fu only said polite words, he didn't want to leave.
Xie Jing smiled and said: "We are encountering some troubles now. Mr. Xie is extremely intelligent, so he may be able to solve our problems."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was secretly shocked, but they misunderstood what Xie Jing meant, thinking that Xie Jing regarded Xie Fu as his savior.
Several literary masters silently recited mantras in unison to test, and the air was immediately filled with complex power fluctuations.
Several literary masters could feel each other, and while their expressions were surprised, Zhang Zhengyang and other martial arts masters had their expressions condensed, still slightly affected, and somewhat in a trance. The literary masters seemed to have no power to restrain a chicken, and the mantra was
Although he is so capable, he doesn't know if he can resist it if it is directed at him.
Xie Jing smiled and said, "Everyone, please stop."
When everyone stopped their hands, they all looked at Xie Fu, only to see that he was not affected at all. The slight smile on his lips seemed to be mocking everyone for not overestimating their abilities.
Everyone was secretly surprised, and the ones who were even more surprised were several literary masters, especially Shen Yue. Yes, he had also tested it just now, and the other party was not affected at all. The power of his mantra seemed to be invisible.
Xie Jing returned to his seat and sat down. Shen Yue immediately asked in a low voice: "Xie Jing, who is this Mr. Xie?"
Xie Jing replied: "Brother Shen, I don't know either. I just know that Mr. Xie is extraordinary. Maybe we are shallow and don't know his depth."
When Shen Yue heard this, he couldn't help but glance at Xie Fu. Apart from his handsome appearance and heroic demeanor, he really couldn't see anything special about him. The less he could see, the more he felt unfathomable in his heart.
Everyone knew it, but Xie Fu was kept in the dark.
Zhang Lingluo came closer to Xie Fu and whispered: "Uncle Xie, I didn't expect you to be a master of arts and crafts. You old fox has been hiding this from me for a long time. Didn't you keep teasing me that day at Lou Chuan?"
Zhang Lingluo's tone was full of complaints, and Xie Fu was confused, "What kind of literary master? I don't know anything about literature."
Zhang Lingluo bit her ear and said: "I heard that Wen Dao has a mantra about emotional love. Can you tell it?"
Xie Fu smiled bitterly and whispered: "Do you have any misunderstanding?"
"Whether you know it or not, don't use it on me."
Xie Fu saw that in such a formal occasion, the two of them were whispering. What was even more embarrassing was that everyone focused on them and responded: "Okay, let's talk about it later."
After Xie Fu appeared and secretly caused some changes, Xie Jing returned to the topic and said: "What should we do now?"
Xie Jing started, but there was silence in the hall, not because of Xie Fu's presence, but because he had no idea and couldn't make up his mind.
Xie Fu asked Zhang Lingluo in a low voice: "Is it because I came?"
However, Zhang Lingluo felt that it was not because Master Xie had spoken just now. She had just arrived and didn't know what to talk about. She was about to respond when Ziyi Xuanshi Shen Yue spoke.
"I do have an idea."
"Master Xuan, please tell me."
Shen Yue said: "Now we can only rely on everyone to work together."
The Zhu family and Zhang family people heard something hidden in the words, but before they truly understood Shen Yue's true meaning, they remained silent and did not speak easily.
A Confucian master in green clothes said: "Master Shen Xuan, this is the responsibility and mission of our Wen Ting. Naturally, we will try our best. The problem now is that the manpower is limited. Lingshan Wen Ting only has one Master Xuan, you, and the court master is mentally exhausted. And I can’t recite the blessing mantra, so I can’t cope with it at all.”
Shen Yue smiled and said: "Suzhou has outstanding people. I heard that in addition to Suzhou Wenting, there are also many literary masters in Suzhou."
Everyone suddenly realized that almost all the literary masters in Suzhou were among the four powerful clans in Wuzhong. Shen Yue meant that the four powerful clans should also help, and he could not put all the pressure on Wen Ting.
It's just that people are greedy. They want to raise as many soldiers as they have as much food as they can. They will only raise more soldiers and will never raise less soldiers. The capabilities of the four powerful nobles in Wuzhong have been saturated.
Those literary masters have actually secretly made preparations for others. If they help at this time, a situation like Chi Fei's situation will occur.
All the four powerful people just want to take advantage and are not willing to take advantage of the situation.
After talking about this, Shen Yue said to Zhu Jiuchun: "Master Zhu, what do you mean?"
Obviously he wanted Zhu Jiuchun to make a statement on behalf of Zhang Clan.
Zhu Jiuchun responded: "There are a few Confucian masters in the house, but when my father is about to burst into exile, these Confucian masters need to recharge their batteries. This matter is of great importance, and I need to go back and ask my father for instructions."
Although Zhu Jiuchun said it so tactfully, his rejection was obvious.
After Shen Yue sighed, he looked at Zhang Zhengyang and Zhang Lingluo gently, as if he had no hope, and asked lightly: "What do Mr. Zhang and Miss Zhang mean?"
Zhang Lingluo said with a smile: "The Zhang family is willing to contribute, but there is nothing they can do. Several Confucian masters in the family recited the blessing mantra a few days ago, which consumed a lot of energy."
Zhang Lingluo had a look of regret after saying this. Zhang Lingluo's words were much more clever than Zhu Jiuchun's. It not only showed that the Zhang family was willing to contribute, but also expressed that she had absolute say in the Zhang family. As for how true these words were. Who will be able to find out clearly when it comes to the division of leave?
Shen Yue stopped talking, and the others also didn't speak again, and the hall returned to silence.
Possible ways, everyone has thought of it in their mind, everyone is a person of identity, and they will not argue like you say in a vegetable market.
Arguing will only make things more confusing, which is why such a strange quiet situation is created.
And everyone has already made a decision in their minds, which is to kill the four fourth-grade masters and simply eliminate this source of trouble.
It's just that no one is willing to speak out about this feasible but dirty behavior.
