Chapter 307 The giant tower makes trouble with Confucianism
Qi State
Xiaoshengxianzhuang
"Stop, who are you?"
Two Confucian disciples stopped Sheng Qi. This man's face was covered with words, and he looked like someone who had been tattooed.
Anyone who has been tattooed is a traitor!
In the minds of both of them, Xiaoshengxianzhuang is a holy place for scholars in the world. There are great scholars talking and laughing, and no white people come and go. How can a person who has been punished be allowed into such a sacred place!
If we let this person in, wouldn't it be a slap in their face?
Shengqi said expressionlessly: "The person who sent the message!"
"The messenger?"
"What letter? Bring it to us to see?"
The two Confucian disciples suddenly burst into laughter, with disdain on their faces.
Who would let a person who has been punished deliver a letter? Isn’t this a big joke?
They really want to see how this person with the words carved on his face can continue to act. He also delivers a letter, why not say he delivers an imperial edict!
Sheng Qi said: "You can't see this belief."
"Hahaha, we can't see it, maybe you don't have any faith at all!"
"Zisi is right, big man, you'd better leave as soon as possible. People like you are not welcome in the Little Saint's Villa!"
The two Confucian disciples stepped forward, blocked the door, and looked at Sheng Qi condescendingly, with an increasingly teasing look on their faces.
"Does that mean you're going to stop me?"
Shengqi lifted the giant sword from his shoulder with one hand, and the iron chain tied to the hilt made a "ding" sound.
"Why, are you still trying to force your way in?"
"This is the residence of my Confucian family, Xiaoshengxian Village!"
As the voices of these two Confucian disciples grew louder, several more Confucian disciples ran out from the door.
One of them scolded: "Who are you? You are so brave. You dare to draw your sword in front of the Little Saint's Manor. Are you trying to force your way in?"
Sheng Qi snorted coldly, and with a wave of Ju Que, he immediately knocked away several Confucian disciples and strode towards the Little Saint's Manor.
If he hadn't remembered his duty, this sword wouldn't have been used to hit people with the blade!
"Ouch!"
Several Confucian disciples cried out in pain and hurriedly said: "Hurry up and chase, that person has broken in!"
Several people got up from the ground, but before they had taken a few steps, they stumbled and fell down again. They were struck by the sword just now, and they all felt as if their bodies were scattered.
Zisi stood up awkwardly from the ground, spat out a mouthful of bruised blood, gritted his teeth and said, "What a good thief, you dare to do something, go and call someone!"
"He alone can turn the world upside down!"
"stop!"
"Stop!"
More than a dozen Confucian disciples hurriedly chased Sheng Qi, but they left faster and came back faster. They screamed a few times and were lying on the ground again in the blink of an eye...
Little Shengxianzhuang Library
"Master, someone... someone broke in from outside and injured many fellow apprentices."
Han Fei's ears twitched and he put the book in his hand back on the bookshelf. He turned around and looked at the disciple who came in from outside to deliver the letter. He looked at the disciple who came in from outside to deliver the letter and said with a smile: "Oh, someone has called in. This is interesting."
Very, who is coming?"
Suddenly Han Fei noticed Fu Nian's expression next to him and quickly changed his words: "Haha, slip of the tongue, senior brother, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
After laughing, Han Fei rushed out. He had never seen someone knocking on his door after staying in Little Saint Xian Manor for so long. He was afraid that he would miss a lot of the excitement if he went there late.
What's more, Fu Nian's majestic aura really made him uncomfortable. He was not even afraid of his master Xun Kuang in the entire Little Saint Xian Manor, but seeing this unsmiling senior brother was like a mouse seeing a cat.
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"What kind of decency are you making all this fuss about? Have you forgotten the etiquette that my teacher teaches you every day?"
After hearing Fu Nian's words, the disciple lowered his head even lower and did not dare to take a breath.
"Copy "Zhou Rites" ten times!" Fu Nian returned the book in his hand to the bookshelf without any haste, placed it gently, and then walked out slowly.
After he was sure that Fu Nian was gone, the disciple raised his head, beat his chest and feet, and looked like he was hopeless: "Zhou Rites ten times!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
That little fat guy is here to report the news!"
"woo woo woo woo..."
He would rather be beaten up by his master than copy the thick "Zhou Rites". No one knows what it's like to copy the book. It's so cruel and inhumane!
In the Little Sage's Manor, dozens of Confucian disciples surrounded Sheng Qi from a distance. Although everyone's face was red and filled with resentment, no one dared to step forward to provoke him.
Every time Shengqi took a step forward, those disciples would take a step back to clear the way.
Those who dared to step forward to stop him before are now lying on the ground and "ouch" constantly!
"The leader is here!"
I don't know who shouted something, and all the Confucian disciples looked back. They suddenly felt like eggplants that had been beaten by frost. They lost their energy and slumped down.
"I've met the leader."
Several Confucian disciples bowed and saluted, while moving their steps to make way for Fu Nian. They even cursed the person who sent the message bloody, telling you to call someone, you have to call someone.
The leader was alarmed!
Wouldn’t it be nice to call you Second Master Yan Lu?
"Oh, are you Fu Nian, the leader of Confucianism?" Sheng Qi seemed to be asking, but his tone was extremely confident, and his eyes were looking towards the long sword of Fu Nian's waist sword.
"Tai'a, it is said to be a majestic sword that combines the three elements of time, location, and people. Fengbeard's sword score ranks third."
Seeing this sword, Shengqi's aura became more and more intense, and the fighting spirit in his heart surged. Suddenly he remembered the purpose of his trip, and suppressed the fighting spirit.
Sheng Qi reached out and took out the letter in his arms, throwing it in front of Fu Nian: "This is my family's greeting card."
Han Fei hid in the crowd and identified Sheng Qi.
He took a sip of wine and couldn't help but think: "The power behind the person who allowed the Black Swordsman to deliver the message is not small, but I just don't know who the Lord the Black Swordsman is talking about!"
"It seems there has been no shortage of fun in the past few days~"
Fu Nian casually took the invitation and examined it carefully. After a while, he said to the Confucian disciples around him: "What's going on? Can any of you explain it to me?"
Several Confucian disciples were hesitating and looking embarrassed. They didn't expect that the person in front of them with his face carved with words was really here to deliver a message!
Fu Nian snorted coldly and said to the little fat man beside him: "Zimu, please explain!"
Zimu trembled, and suddenly felt like crying without tears.
He just came here to join in the fun, and this matter had nothing to do with him. Fu Nian had already arrived before he could even show off his verbal prestige.
How come the boss noticed this?
As a dead Taoist friend but not a poor Taoist, Zimu thought of the fear of being dominated by copying books before, and immediately gritted his teeth and said: "Reporting to Master, it's... Zisi and the others stopped this person from entering, saying something that would be insulting to me.
A holy place for scholars..."
Suddenly, several people in the crowd stared coldly at little fat Zimu, and cursed in their hearts, "This bastard, the first sentence is quite true, but at most they said the second sentence in their hearts, when did they say it openly?"
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When that bastard came, he said that we should share blessings and share hardships, and this happened in less than a moment!
If looks could kill, this little fat guy named Mu would probably have died several times by now.
"Zisi and others are punished by copying "Guo Feng" twenty times!!!"