The private school teachers were a little confused.
It is true that this old gentleman gives people a very strange feeling.
But when they turned around and looked at the old man again, they suddenly found that the old man was gone.
"Why is it missing?"
All the private school teachers shuddered all over.
"Did we encounter something dirty?"
The young man in Rupao swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.
"What kind of dirty things can there be in broad daylight? I think the old gentleman walks faster. When we weren't paying attention, he was already far away!" Mr. Tong was a little panicked, but he still explained.
Walk fast?
The private school teachers subconsciously turned back, looked at the end of the road, and swallowed again.
This distance, this length, even if they walk quickly, they may not be able to reach it.
Therefore, the image of a rickety old man running with all his strength appeared in their mind.
…
The old man didn't know what these private school teachers were thinking about.
At this moment, with his hands behind his back and a relaxed expression, he walked forward leisurely. Every time he took a step, his figure would appear several feet away.
Suddenly, the old man stopped and looked far in the direction of Naomo Village.
“What a paradise!”
The old man stroked his beard and walked over slowly.
This time, he did not walk several feet away like before, but walked step by step.
Looking at the farmers working in the fields, the old man frowned.
"This is?"
The old man could tell at a glance what was different about these farm men. They were full of physical strength and vitality, and they were not ordinary people.
Moreover, he also vaguely felt that these farm men had the same aura as him. This aura was very similar to the aura of awe-inspiring people, but it was not the aura of a book.
This can only mean one thing.
There must be a Confucianism cultivator beside these peasant men, and only Confucianism cultivators can make the people around them develop such a bookish spirit under his influence.
And to be able to produce the aura of books in so many people, the cultivation level of that Confucian cultivator must be quite high.
"It seems that there is a hermit and a great scholar in this village!"
The old man became somewhat interested and walked towards the village with his hands behind his back.
The villagers working in the fields also noticed the old man, and they all thought it was an in-law from some family in the village who came to visit relatives.
But when the old man walked into the village, he suddenly looked shocked.
"This is the spirit gathering array? How can it gather such rich spiritual energy?"
The old man took a breath. Although Confucianism cultivators do not rely on spiritual energy to practice, they still want to understand the nature of heaven and earth, and spiritual energy is a kind of nature.
And the aura here is actually a hundred times richer than the imperial palace in the capital.
You must know that the imperial palace in the capital is also blessed by the ancient spirit gathering array, but the effect is not as good as the spirit gathering array in a small village. Then how high the grade of this spirit gathering array must be!
Moreover, you can only feel such a strong spiritual energy when you enter the village. There must be a magic circle arranged outside the village to cover up the spiritual energy.
"Did these magic formations already exist, or were they arranged later? Or are these magic formations related to Mr. Bu?"
The old man hesitated.
There are very few people in the world who are proficient in formations. What's more, there are only a handful of formation masters in the world who can arrange formations of this level.
If it was really the magic circle set up by Mr. Bu, then Mr. Bu was not as simple as a hermit and a great scholar.
The old man took a deep breath and walked into the village step by step.
…
Passing by the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, the old man frowned.
"It turned out to be a tree that became the climate!"
Although all things have animism, it is more difficult to practice cultivation on grass, trees, mountains and rocks than on ordinary beasts. Even after thousands of years, it is still impossible to practice cultivation without the opportunity.
Moreover, this big locust tree actually has a faint aura of grandeur.
How can this be?
How could a mere tree demon feel the aura of awe-inspiring power?
"What are we going to do?"
"Be a salted fish with dreams!"
But at this moment, a burst of shouting suddenly came.
The old man turned around and saw a group of shirtless men running in a long line.
"This is a warrior!"
The old man's expression hardened.
This group of warriors was led by a somewhat wretched-looking man who had extremely strong blood and powerful aura. He was also an extremely powerful master in the world of secular martial arts.
Moreover, there is more than one person who is as powerful as that wretched-looking man.
Although the strength of warriors is not worth mentioning in the world of spiritual practice, there are still some people with outstanding talents in warriors.
For example, from the neighboring Shu Dynasty, a warrior appeared and killed the late Nascent Soul with one punch.
Later, the whereabouts of this warrior is unknown.
Some people say that because the warrior killed the monks in the late Nascent Soul stage, he embarrassed the monks in the Shu Immortal World and was finally killed by the monks in the Shu Immortal World.
Some people also say that the martial artist went to practice martial arts to a higher level.
Maybe next time I come back, I can kill the God Transformation stage.
"This time it's my turn to go first!"
"Okay, but as agreed, whoever loses will change!"
But at this moment, a group of teenagers ran over.
"Confucian? And Confucian scholars?"
The old man's eyes widened.
The first step to becoming a Confucian cultivator is to understand the aura of awe-inspiring people.
Once you feel the aura of awe-inspiringness, you are a Confucian. Confucianism only has a certain aura of awe-inspiringness in your body, but you cannot use it.
After the Confucian scholars, came the Confucian scholars, who could barely use the Qi of Haoran.
But Confucianism cultivators are different from monks.
As long as monks have spiritual roots, they can rely on mental methods to practice, but Confucianism cultivators can only rely on understanding.
Poor understanding.
Even if you stay beside a great Confucian for a long time and gain enlightenment, you will not be able to feel a trace of awe-inspiring aura.
But at this moment, there are actually more than ten Confucian cultivators.
Moreover, he is not very young. Looking at the thirteen secular dynasties of Yunyan, there are not so many Confucianism geniuses.
It stands to reason that he would be excited and happy when so many Confucianism geniuses suddenly appeared in the Wei Dynasty.
But at this moment, he was not happy at all.
Because everything here is full of weirdness.
A villager with lots of energy.
Mysterious formation.
A tree demon with a mighty spirit,
There is also a group of warriors.
"What kind of village is this?"
The old man has become numb.
Originally, he thought he was just here to meet the juniors and give him some opportunities.
After all, if the Wei Dynasty can produce a great Confucian, it will be beneficial to the entire Wei Dynasty.
But what he never expected was that he would come to a village full of weird things.
It seems all the answers.
Only by meeting the so-called hermit scholar can we know.
"Old sir, you're blocking the place where we can play chess!" Tiedan looked at the old man in front of him and said modestly.
"terribly sorry!"
Looking at the dozen teenagers in front of him, the old man forced out a kind smile and said, "Kid, where is your husband at this time?"
"Do you know our husband?" Tiedan asked doubtfully.
"I don't know him, but I heard that your husband is very knowledgeable and I would like to ask him for advice!" the old man said with a smile.
"So that's it!" Tiedan suddenly realized.
"Old sir, our husband is right there!"
At this time, Gou Sheng on the side pointed to an alley.
The old man looked over.
I saw a handsome young man in white clothes holding a book in his hand and riding a little white donkey slowly coming out of the alley.