Mu Xianfeng held the tray in his hand and stood motionless. Compared with the master Shulou Longsu, who has been serving since she was a child, she is actually more afraid of this Yanfu Spring and Autumn Yan Master who lives in seclusion in the mountains and rarely intervenes in martial arts. Most of the students in the Confucian world worship and respect the Confucian dragon head from the heart. In the eyes of outsiders, the moody Shulou Longsu is a holy teacher with excellent bearing and demeanor internally. But the Spring and Autumn inkstone master is different, although it seems to be gentle and methodical, it is strict and self-controlled, and the students will have a different pleasure when they see this like a mouse seeing a cat. But God knows, Du Fanglin has always thought that he is actually very gentle.

The person standing at the foot of Fuyan Mountain is dressed in a white and ink shirt, with big sleeves and fluttering clouds, meticulous silver hair on his shoulders, a crown like an inkstone, a hairpin like a pine, jasper embellishing the placket, and pearls flowing through his hair. Du Fanglin has an ink-bone silver wire fan in his left hand, and he is using his right hand to pull it apart one by one. In other words, when he had just crossed over, he was a little interested in chasing the plot and meeting the characters. At this time, everything that should have been experienced has been almost the same, and after a hundred years of self-cultivation, everything has already been light. What's more, there is such a thing as the mandate of heaven, and when you practice to a certain extent, you will feel it, and it is easy to rob others of the opportunity if you don't follow the destiny of heaven, and it is especially easy to do bad things. However, Shulou Longsu had this catastrophe, and those who watched the drama knew it early. Du Fanglin also knew that he would have to make such a trip sooner or later, which was the proper meaning of the question, who let himself join the Confucian world in his early years.

Tsk, in a blink of an eye, it turns out that the plot has come to this extent.

The ink fracture fan was snapped shut. Du Fanglin said: "I don't accept this reason to be lazy and resign from the position of the head of Confucianism!" ”

"Inkstone?" Mu Xianfeng felt that the Confucian Jin Ling had returned to the weight of the tray, and looked up cautiously, but only saw the back of Du Fanglin waving back with a folding fan in his hand.

"Go back." His voice is warm and elegant, and the corners of his clothes are not moving at all when he raises his sleeves, and his demeanor can be called a model of Confucian etiquette.

This is not Du Fanglin's deliberate behavior, but the matter of etiquette has been engraved into the soul for hundreds of years, and he has read it a hundred times like a book. There is no doubt that this represents a high distance, which invisibly widens the gap between him and Mu Xianfeng, and it can also be called a kind of intimidating aura, no matter how gentle and elegant the voice is, it can't restore the deep awe of etiquette in the minds of Confucian disciples.

I don't know how to be polite, and it's hard to move an inch.

Mu Xianfeng buried his head deeper, and couldn't say a word for a while, but his body trembled slightly.

Du Fanglin's figure did not move, and his tone remained unchanged: "You go back." ”

"Yes." Mu Xianfeng complied, bowed back, and behaved more slowly and cautiously.

Du Fanglin slowly withdrew the folding fan, and no one could detect the frustration in his heart. Hey, why didn't the children raised by Shulou Longsu inherit the slightest bit of the Confucian rebel's heart. However, to be a man, you must first understand the rules before you can surpass the rules. Since he is still a child, his behavior and heart are naturally far behind. As for himself, he had memorized the rites, but he had never taken them to heart. It's just that the stereotypical biological father in the old years was too restrained, and some habits probably can't be changed forever.

The rules of Fuyan Mountain are the rules of Du Fanglin. But what Fuyanshan practiced was never all Confucian rules.

"Lord Inkstone."

There is a grass house on Fuyan Mountain. There were already sprinkler maids waiting in front of the steps. This is located on the mountainside, called Caolu, in fact, a courtyard built by the mountain, the atrium is full of peach blossoms, at this time scorching peach blossoms, Yao weaving like clouds. At the right time, Du Fanglin raised his hand to pick a piece of peach blossom, put it on the fan and closed his eyes in contemplation.

On the other hand, after all, after all, it was under the personal guidance of Shulou Longsu, although Mu Xianfeng was young, his cultivation was already at a high level. After she left Fuyan Mountain, after about half a day, she quickly returned to her master and set foot in a secret location, Blood Dragon Lake.

The gloomy waters of the lake, reflected by the sunset, and the distant mountains, resemble a winding dragon beheaded here, and the lake is the blood of the dragon that cannot be flowed. On the opposite side of the lake, there is a cave under the rock wall. Although there are still blankets on the ground and pearls used for lighting, in the eyes of the Confucian people, this place is very simple. If it is not a last resort to avoid trouble, Shulou Longsu will never want to be here.

"Yi refused?" When he saw Mu Xianfeng's calm and uneasy look, Shulou Longsu had already realized something, and suddenly raised the purple gorgeous jewelry fan.

"Master, it's the fairy wind that can't convince Yansuke." Mu Xianfeng knelt on one knee and returned the Confucian golden order with both hands, and his tone contained guilt. She didn't know why, she was always afraid of the Spring and Autumn Yan Lord who had exemplary manners, and she was much more afraid than facing her own master.

This is probably because Shulou Longsu would never do anything because of the young Mu Xianfeng's inappropriate behavior. But Du Fanglin will keep staring at people's mistakes with seemingly gentle eyes until they are corrected.

This psychological shadow is shared by almost every disciple in the Confucian world.

The terrifying Yanfu is much more terrifying than Chu Junyi, the hostess godmother of the Sixth Courtyard Pavilion!

"Huh." Shulou Longsu chuckled for no reason, probably remembering the past, but his eyebrows immediately furled: "Yi Keyou asked you something?" ”

Mu Xianfeng buried his head and said guiltily: "No." "Probably because I was too nervous at the time, and then the inkstone owner let her go.

"Hmmm......"

Shulou Longsu realized: "Yi is already informed. "Don't ask, if it is not the temperament of the Spring and Autumn Yan Lord, there is only one possibility, that person has already understood the predicament of the Confucian world at this time.

From the beginning to the present, no matter whether the friendship is deep or shallow, Du Fanglin has always been secretive about his sources, as if no one in the entire Confucian sect knows more secrets than the Spring and Autumn Yan Master. This has been a source of curiosity.

Several attempts have failed, and according to the tacit understanding of Confucianism, it should not be pursued. For example, this time, Shulou Longsu would never ask how the person knew the truth in time when he was thousands of miles away. Shulou Longsu only needs to know how treacherous that person's chess style is, but the Spring and Autumn Yan Lord will be a rare believer among the high-level Confucianists.

If it is a word, it is naturally not expected. That man would not easily disappoint anyone's expectations.

"Master."

Shulou Longsu's silence for a long time made Mu Xianfeng worried: "Does Feng'er need to go to Fuyan Mountain again?" ”

Is it because of his own behavior that he hinders the master's layout? Yan Fu's reluctance to take over the Confucian world will affect the master's future calculations?

"Not necessarily." Shulou Longsu sighed: "I didn't send a letter, Yi deliberately wanted us to wait. "If the owner of the Spring and Autumn inkstone is unwilling to intervene, he will also carefully write the reasons in a letter, and will never make a deliberate faux pas.

Du Fanglin is that kind of person. That person is always polite, but he never seems to really take etiquette to heart. Otherwise, how could he let Shulou Longsu, who despised Confucianism back then, see it in his eyes, and finally invited him to join the Confucian world.

It's a pity that the seven emotions hurt people, even if the cultivation can go deep into the heaven and earth? Remembering that in the heavy rain before, the two friends who had been friends with each other deliberately forced the sword to appear, Shulou Longsu couldn't help but press the strings, and the truth in the sword was broken, and it was also seven feelings that hurt people again.

And at that time before, Du Fanglin really didn't plan to let go of this matter.

He twisted the peach blossoms in his hands and knew it in his heart. Now the Confucian world has such a variable as itself, and it has long been managed by the two of them, and it is impossible for there to be betrayers. If Shulou Longsu can send someone to ask him to take over, it means that the situation is serious enough to threaten the prestige of Confucianism. It can only be that Shulou Longsu's old behavior has been completely exposed, and it can no longer gain a foothold in the right path. In other words, this teasing of Ao Xiao Hongchen has indeed been jointly exposed by his two friends.

Thousands of miles away, I want to say a miserable word for Long Shou.

It's not that hard to solve. Du Fanglin's fingers twisted, and the peach blossoms suddenly turned into a floating red paper raft. Before he left Fuyan Mountain, he planned to write a letter to another friend from afar.

As for the sparse building Longsu...... Self-inflicted. Hey, just wait!