Qi country

Little Sage Village

"Stop, who are you?"

Two Confucian disciples stopped Shengqi, and this person's face was full of characters, and at first glance he was a person who had been tortured.

But all those who have been punished are not terrible and evil!

In the hearts of the two of them, the Little Sage Village is a holy place for scholars in the world, there is a great deal of talk and laughter, and there is no white ding, how can such a holy place let a person who has been tortured enter!

If you put this person in, wouldn't that be a slap in the face?

Katsuchi said expressionlessly: "The one who delivered the letter! ”

"The messenger?"

"What letter, show it to us?"

The two Confucian disciples immediately burst into laughter, their faces full of disdain.

Isn't it a great joke that anyone who has been punished will send a letter!

They wanted to see how this man with words engraved on his face could continue to act, and he also sent letters, why didn't he say that he would send a holy decree!

Sheng Qi said: "You can't see this letter. ”

"Hahaha, we can't see it, maybe you don't have any faith in you at all!"

"Zisi is right, big man, it's better for you to leave quickly, people like you are not welcome in Little Sage Village!"

The two Confucian disciples stepped forward, blocked the door, and looked at Sheng Qi condescendingly, and the playful abuse on their faces became more and more intense.

"So you're going to stop me?"

Sheng Qi took the giant gate from his shoulder with one hand, and the iron chain tied to the hilt of the sword made a "clanging" sound.

"What, don't you still want to break in?"

"This is the residence of my Confucianism, Little Sage Village!"

As the voices of these two Confucian disciples increased, several more Confucian disciples ran out of the door.

One of them rebuked, "Who are you? is so bold that he dares to draw his sword in front of the little sage village, is it because he wants to break through? ”

Sheng Qi snorted coldly, and with a wave of Juque, he immediately slapped a few Confucian disciples away, and strode towards the small sage village.

If he hadn't remembered his duty, this sword wouldn't have been a slap with the blade!

"Hey, young!"

Several Confucian disciples shouted a few times, and hurriedly said, "Hurry up, that person has broken in!" ”

Several people got up from the ground, and before they could take a few steps, one stumbled and fell down, and they were slapped by the sword just now, and several people felt as if their bodies were scattered.

Zisi stood up from the ground in embarrassment, spit out a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth and said, "Good thief, you dare to do it, you go and call someone!" ”

"He alone can still turn the sky upside down!"

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

More than a dozen Confucian disciples hurriedly chased after Sheng Qi, but they went fast and came back faster, screaming a few times, and then lying on the ground again in the blink of an eye...

Little Sage Village Library

"Master, someone... Someone broke in from the outside and injured many brothers and sisters. ”

Han Fei's ears moved, put the book in his hand back on the shelf, turned around, looked afraid that the world would not be chaotic, looked at the disciple who came in from outside to deliver the letter, and said with a smile: "Oh, someone has called, this is very interesting, who is the person?" ”

Han Fei noticed Fu Nian's face next to him, and quickly changed his words: "Haha, a slip of the tongue, senior brother in charge, I still have something to do, so I'll go first." ”

With a laugh, Han Fei rushed out with a puff of smoke, such a thing as being knocked on the door, he had stayed in Xiaoshengxian Village for so long, and he had never seen it, lest he miss a lot of excitement if he went late.

What's more, Fu Nian's majestic aura on his body really made him uncomfortable, and in the entire Little Sage Village, he was not even afraid of the situation of the master, but only when he saw this unsmiling senior brother in charge, it was like a mouse seeing a cat.

"What a fuss, what kind of system, have you forgotten the etiquette that the teacher teaches you on weekdays?"

Hearing Fu Nian's words, the disciple lowered his head even lower, and he didn't dare to gasp.

"Copy the "Weekly Rite" ten times!" Fu Nian returned the book in his hand to the bookshelf without hurry, and gently placed it again, and then slowly walked out.

After making sure that Fu Nian was far away, the disciple raised his head, beat his chest and feet, and looked like he had no love: "Zhou Li" ten times!! Ahh!!!hh I knew that I would have asked Zimu's little fat man to ventilate and report the news! ”

"Woo woo woo .

He would rather be beaten by his master than copy the thick "Zhou Li", the taste of copying books, who copied who knows, is inhumane!

In the Little Sage Village, dozens of Confucian disciples surrounded Sheng Qi from afar, and although everyone's faces were flushed and resentful, none of them dared to step forward to provoke.

Every time Shengqi took a step forward, those disciples took a big step back and made way for them.

Those who dared to step forward to stop them before are lying on the ground at this time, "ouching" constantly!

"The boss is here!"

I don't know who shouted, a group of Confucian disciples looked back, and suddenly like an eggplant beaten by frost, the whole person lost his spirit and wilted.

"I've seen the boss."

Several Confucian disciples bowed and saluted, while moving their steps, making a way for Fu Nian, and in their hearts, they scolded the person who sent the letter bloody, asking you to call someone, who you can't call, you have to alarm the head!

Isn't it fragrant to call Yan Lu Second Master?

"Oh, you're the head of Confucianism?" Shengqi seemed to be asking, but his tone was extremely believing, and a pair of eyes looked towards the long sword of Fu Nian's waist sword.

"Tai'a, it is rumored to be a mighty sword, integrating time, place, and people, and the Wind Beard Sword Spectrum ranks third."

Seeing this sword, the momentum on Sheng Qi's body became more and more high, and the battle intent in his heart rose, and suddenly he remembered the purpose of his trip, so he suppressed that battle intent.

Sheng Qi stretched out his hand, took out the letter in his arms, and threw it in front of Fu Nian: "This is my family's greetings." ”

Han Fei hid in the crowd and identified Shengqi.

He took a sip of wine and couldn't help but think: "I can let the black swordsman deliver the letter, the power behind this person is not small, but I don't know what the identity of this adult in the mouth of the black swordsman is!" ”

"It seems that there has been no shortage of fun in the last few days~"

Fu Nian casually took the prayer post, carefully reviewed it, and after a while, he said to a few Confucian disciples beside him, "What's going on?" Which of you will explain! ”

Several Confucian disciples were stumbling, with embarrassed expressions on their faces, but they didn't expect that the person in front of him with words engraved on his face was really here to deliver a letter!

Fu Nian snorted coldly and said to the little fat man beside him: "Zimu, you can explain!" ”

Zimu's body trembled for a moment, and he suddenly wanted to cry without tears.

He just came to join in the fun, the conscience of heaven and earth, this matter has nothing to do with him, and even before he has time to play the verbal prestige, Fu Nian has already arrived.

"Becoming an Immortal"

How did the boss notice this!

Dead Dao friends don't die poor Dao, Zi Mu thought of the fear of being dominated by copying books before, and gritted his teeth and said: "Back to Shigong, yes... It was Zisi who stopped this person from entering, saying that it was insulting to the holy land of my scholars... ”

Suddenly, several people in the crowd stared coldly at Zimu Little Fat Man, and scolded in their hearts, this bastard, the previous sentence is quite true, but the latter sentence They said at most in their hearts, when will it be put on the bright side!

Which bastard came and said that there are blessings to share and hardships to share, and it has only been less than a moment, and that's it!

If eyes can kill, this word Mu Xiaofat is estimated to have died several times at this time.

"Zisi a few people, punished for copying "National Style" twenty times!!"