Song Yuanzhen once said to Lu Yanqing that the three elders of Yuxi Academy were all Confucian saints in the world.

So when he heard the middle-aged man claiming to be the third elder of Yuxi Academy, Lu Yanqing couldn't help but look surprised.

"Well, you've got some knowledge."

As soon as the words fell, a gleam flashed in Zhuang Hanmo's eyes, and he pointed his sword at Lu Yanqing's eyebrows with lightning speed.

Lu Yanqing was only stunned for a moment, and he didn't have time to dodge at all, so he was pointed at the center of his eyebrows by the sword.

Suddenly, a strange energy swept through the whole body, Lu Yanqing did not feel uncomfortable, but the whole body became warm, which made Lu Yanqing enjoy it a lot, and the waist that had been empty seemed to be rejuvenated.

Zhuang Hanmo couldn't help but show surprise when he saw that his Dao power had not affected Lu Yanqing, and then withdrew his hand and asked with a serious face:

"The garden is full of spring and can't be closed, and a red apricot comes out of the wall; Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring...... Did you write all these poems? ”

Since Dao power has no effect on Lu Yanqing, it means that Lu Yanqing was not taken away, and those poems were really written by Lu Yanqing, which made Zhuang Hanmo a little unbelievable.

He has been in the realm of Confucianism for more than ten years, and although he can occasionally make amazing and brilliant poems, none of them can compare with Lu Yanqing's poems.

If this is really Lu Yanqing's own doing, doesn't it mean that he is a dignified Confucian saint who can't compare to such a spearhead boy?

As a Confucian saint, Zhuang Hanmo naturally has his own pride in holding talents, so he spoke to Lu Yanqing for verification.

Lu Yanqing came back to his senses when he heard this, and bowed his hand slightly towards Zhuang Mohan and said, "I can't hide it, these poems are all dreams of mine, not made by me. ”

There is no verifiable word for dreams, and it is suitable to use it as a shield.

"Oh? A dream within a dream? ”

Zhuang Hanmo frowned slightly, he had never heard such a strange smell.

Looking at Zhuang Hanmo's puzzled face, the corners of Lu Yanqing's mouth pulled out a faint smile.

Although Zhuang Hanmo was very puzzled about this matter, he obviously believed most of it, and he obviously wouldn't believe that these poems were written by Lu Yanqing, a stinky boy.

"That's right, it's a dream."

Lu Yanqing nodded with great certainty, but Zhuang Hanmo's next move made Lu Yanqing shocked.

I only heard Zhuang Mohan suddenly say: "Sincerely, the golden stone is open." ”

As soon as the words fell, Lu Yanqing felt an inexplicable coercion enveloping his head.

Lu Yanqing naturally knew Zhuang Hanmo's intention to use this Confucianism, after all, he had used the same technique, this was to use Confucianism to force himself to tell the origin of those poems.

Thinking of this, Lu Yanqing's heart suddenly tightened.

If the matter of soul piercing is made public to the world, he will definitely face a situation from which he will never recover, which makes Lu Yanqing very flustered, and thinks about how to deal with it in his heart.

But Zhuang Hanmo didn't give Lu Yanqing time to react at all, and asked directly: "Say, where did these poems come from?" ”

Lu Yanqing opened his mouth uncontrollably when he heard this, the matter of soul piercing had already come to his throat, if it wasn't for Lu Yanqing's hard resistance, I'm afraid he would have already said this.

"Say, don't waste your efforts, this Confucianism is not something you can resist at all."

Zhuang Hanmo's expression was very indifferent, the Confucianism displayed by the Confucian saint was in line with the way of heaven and earth, how could it be that ordinary people could compete?

As time passed, Lu Yanqing was suffocating, his face was suffocated, the green tendons on his forehead flared up, and his expression was very painful.

"Lu Lang, Lu Lang, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Wanyan, who had already come to his senses, ran out of the house wearing a layer of thin veil, and hurriedly came to Lu Yanqing's side and held his arm, his face full of anxiety.

Looking at Mo Wanyan, Zhuang Hanmo couldn't help but blush, glanced to the side and coughed lightly.

Although Confucian cultivation is not like Taoism and Buddhism, but women are a taboo in Confucian practice, since stepping into Confucianism, Zhuang Hanmo has never entered the female sex again, so when he saw Mo Wanyan, Zhuang Hanmo will inevitably be a little embarrassed.

Hearing Mo Wanyan's voice, Lu Yanqing gritted his teeth and couldn't help but roar.

Although Zhuang Hanmo's Confucianism on himself was extremely coercive, Lu Yanqing faintly showed signs of breaking free, so he let out a roar of anger with all his strength.

At the same time, a gust of wind rose out of thin air and swept away in all directions with a fierce force.

Seeing this situation, Zhuang Hanmo suddenly looked shocked, and hurriedly gathered a barrier in front of him to block Gangfeng.

After half a ring, the wind stopped.

At this time, Lu Yanqing had already taken a few steps back with Mo Wanyan in his arms, and the exposed white thighs and the slightly pink knees made Zhuang Hanmo blush again.

Not being close to a woman does not mean that he has broken his lust, looking at such a fragrant situation, it is difficult for Zhuang Hanmo to deal with it indifferently.

Zhuang Hanmo coughed twice to calm down his embarrassment, and then asked Lu Yanqing with a serious expression, "Who are you sacred?" Can you break free from my Confucianism? ”

At this time, Lu Yanqing's face was pale, and he ignored it.

And he didn't know how he broke free from Zhuang Hanmo's Confucianism, but he just gritted his teeth and broke free, and it didn't seem to be too difficult.

Seeing that Lu Yanqing was silent for a while, Zhuang Hanmo lost his patience, and just as he was about to say something, Lu Yanqing took the first step and said: "Sincerely, the golden stone is open!" What shameful things have you done? ”

"I used to pee behind a Confucian monument when I was drunk, woo-"

Zhuang Hanmo's pupils contracted suddenly, and he hurriedly covered his mouth, revealing a look of surprise, how could he tell this?

What shocked him even more was that the Confucian competition performed by Lu Yanqing had an impact on him, which caught him off guard and did not have the slightest defense.

As a Confucian saint, only the Confucianism performed by the same Confucian cultivators can be effective on himself, and there is a certain possibility of being freed by himself.

Although Lu Yanqing's Confucianism turned his defenselessness, it didn't allow him to tell the truth directly, could it be ......

Before Zhuang Hanmo could ask a question, Lu Yanqing took the lead in teasing: "The dignified Confucian saint dares to pee behind the Confucian monument, which is really despised by scholars all over the world; Now he is sneaking into the backyard where the Qinglou Oiran is, if this matter comes out, I don't know what kind of impact it will have on you, the three elders. ”

Hearing this, Zhuang Hanmo's face instantly turned solemn, "Are you threatening me?" ”

Zhuang Hanmo is a person who cultivates both Confucianism and Taoism, although he still owes only six grades of cultivation when he enters the Tao, but it is enough to kill Lu Yanqing here in an instant.

But Lu Yanqing is not a villain, but he seems to be a strong and weak person. If he kills Lu Yanqing, I am afraid that it will affect his Confucian heart......