Between heaven and earth, there was finally a response at this moment.

The voice seemed to be a different person, and at this moment it was no longer the anger just now, but a little calm, and a little complicated.

The words are also very simple, with only one word.

"Yes."

Wang Yuanming closed his eyes slightly.

In Ye Wuwu's sight, the pillar of light on the other party's body, which should have been as thick as a mountain peak, suddenly shrank at this moment.

Just like rivers, lakes and seas, the water flow suddenly dissipates at this moment and turns into a juanjuan stream.

This process lasted for a long time.

After a while, Wang Yuanming finally opened his eyes, there seemed to be a trace of tiredness in his eyes, but his expression was still calm.

His sideburns suddenly had a few more strands of gray hair at this moment, and his complexion was slightly old.

Ye Wuwu could feel that there were a few more breaths in the room at the moment.

His face was a little complicated, and he looked at the Confucian scholar in front of him and spoke.

"Brother Wang, your breath ......"

Wang Yuanming smiled freely and spoke.

"It's so easy to change your life against the sky, and you should pay more, it's just from your heart."

Ye Wuwu frowned, but then there was a trace of doubt in his eyes and asked.

"You're ...... Are you talking to the immortals? ”

Wang Yuanming didn't answer Ye Wuwu immediately, but looked up at the sky.

He replied calmly.

"Immortals? I don't think so. ”

Ye Wuwu's eyes were stunned, and he just wanted to ask again, but outside the dragon field, there were many figures walking in at this moment.

But it was Li Jiu, who came to this dragon field with the five poisonous disciples at this moment.

Li Jiu still had a look of shock in her beautiful eyes at this moment, her gaze swept over Ye Wuwu's body, and then her gaze firmly locked on Wang Yuanming in the courtyard.

Fang Cai's vision of heaven and earth is clearly visible and audible for hundreds of miles, and Li Jiu and the others naturally feel it.

She bent down suddenly, her expression full of pity, and bowed deeply to the middle-aged scribe.

"Grass people Li Jiu, meet the king saint!"

The more than fifty disciples behind him also bowed deeply at this moment and shouted loudly.

"Meet the King."

Wang Yuanming's expression was slightly stunned at this moment, but then he smiled.

"It doesn't have to be this way."

But Li Jiu lowered his head and insisted.

"If it weren't for the action of the Wang Sage, my five poisonous disciples would inevitably have a little less vitality in this miasma."

"For hundreds of years, there has never been a true Confucian saint in the world, who is worthy of our worship."

Wang Yuanming shook his head and did not comfort the other party again.

It was Ye Wuwu, who looked a little surprised at the moment.

He thought about it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask his master.

"Master, is it difficult to come out of Confucianism in this world?"

Li Jiu glanced at Ye Wuwu at this moment, and looked at Ye Wuwu like a fool.

"When the last Confucian saint was still in the previous dynasty, the capital of Xishu had not yet been established, and it had been more than 400 years ago, do you say it is difficult to come out?"

Ye Wuwu was dumbfounded.

After all, he has been in the rivers and lakes for some time, and he is no longer the novice who knows nothing.

Jianghu martial arts, not to mention the unattainable realm of heaven and man, let's just say that the land immortals, it is estimated that there will be two or three in a hundred years, and at the worst, there will be such one.

There are countless real people in the Daomen, and some of them can often be heard in forty or fifty years.

Even if it is a true Buddha of Buddhism, there is one in a hundred years.

Who is more than the three families of Confucianism?

Of course, it is the most readers.

Ye Wuwu even took it for granted that there were so many scholars in the world, and although Confucian saints were rare, they should not be so rare.

But now the last Confucian saint was still more than four hundred years ago, which made Ye Wuwu dumbfounded.

Wang Yuanming naturally heard their conversation.

He didn't care much about it, but went out of the house alone to take care of his disciples.

Although the miasma has been removed and his life has been saved, the body of the scholar is always a little weak, and he has not yet woken up.

Ye Wuwu is already in a friendly exchange with his master at this moment, and the future development of the sect is developing.

At this moment, Ye Wuwu used a sword as a pen, scribbling and painting on the ground in front of him, and he was colored.

"Master, I have a proposal, why don't you listen to it?"

Li Jiuxiu raised his eyebrows and said.

"Tell me about it."

"I think it's better for you to join my Taibai Sect, anyway, your Holy Lotus is gone, of course, bring your disciples with you."

Ye Wuwu said seriously.

Li Jiu immediately gave Ye Wuwu a punch.

After a while, Ye Wuwu rubbed the bag on his head and analyzed it carefully with Li Jiu.

"Here, it's not far from Xiaoyan Mountain, and in line with your statement, it's some distance from the town, the climate is shady, and you can raise snakes."

"Anyway, your lotus is gone, and it is estimated that you will not come back, so take out the silver first and build a mountain gate."

"This is estimated to be half a year younger, before that, you can live with me first, our Taibai Sect has not much else, there are many houses, and I don't blow it, it is countless times better than your Miao Village."

"Of course, if you don't want to send someone under the fence and can't pull this face, just if I didn't say it, anyway, if you stay outside, I'll do the math for you...... Seven seven, two seven forty-eight, three seven eighty-two, in short, a lot of silver. ”

Li Jiu's eyes were blank at the moment.

She is a genius in cultivation.

But he is also a genius of management.

Li Jiu belongs to the kind of person who walks the rivers and lakes with money and will definitely be pitted to death.

Forget it, let Ye Boy arrange everything, it's all like this, what else can I do?

The night passed quickly.

On the second day, Ye Wuwu said goodbye to Wang Yuanming.

Wang Yuanming's expression was a little old, and Ye Wuwu frowned a little.

Those disciples also woke up at this moment, and after learning that their teacher had become a Confucian saint, they all looked happy, and their still weak bodies were all jumping three feet above the ground at this moment.

But when they knew that the teacher had paid a big price to save them, they all looked gloomy and shed tears.

Looking at this scene, Ye Wuwu sighed lightly and said silently.

"Cut, a bunch of rotten."

But then he thought about it again and added.

"That's it, Wang Yuanming, this guy is also quite corrupt sometimes."

At the time of parting, the two sides had a huge banquet.

Actually, it's just having lunch.

It's just that the Five Poisons disciples took out a lot of good wine on their side.

This also made the corners of Ye Wuwu's eyes twitch a little.

Yesterday I ran so hard, and someone even brought wine, which was really fatal.

Subsequently, everyone also drank refreshingly.

Especially those scholars, which opened Ye Wuwu's eyes.

Obviously, he has just recovered from his illness and has just gotten out of bed, but when he drinks alcohol, it is really fierce.

And there's a lot more to talk about.

The scholars who were originally taciturn, after getting drunk at the moment, all of them became chatterbox, and some even improvised poems, which made those Five Poison disciples who stayed in the mountains all day clapp.

Ye Wuwu squinted and looked at it, and said in his heart, this is the spirit of the book?

Wang Yuanming was sitting beside Ye Wuwu at the moment, and at this moment, he was far from having the same complexion as last night, as if he was just an ordinary scribe.

Maybe he was a little drunk at the moment, and there was no pressure in his heart, he leaned to the side, looking at the scene in the field, a little silly.

Ye Wuwu quipped at this moment.

"How are you like a Confucian saint? If you replace those people in the field with pretty girls, you'll look like a hooligan. ”

Wang Yuanming didn't refute, just laughed.

"There is no Confucian saint, but he is just a rotten Confucian from the heart."

(End of chapter)