"I know who is spreading rumors, but it's not a big deal. It's not too late to clean them up when they're completely out of the way. ”

Feng Qingyao looked unimpressed, but the Fire Daoist looked extremely worried, frowned and said, "Mr. Feng, since they spread such vicious rumors to slander you, Mr. Feng." There must be a follow-up method, and by the time they completely jump out, they must have been completely prepared. I'm afraid things will get out of hand if we deal with it then. Mr. Wind, you'd better be careful. ”

Feng Qingyao said with a light smile: "Don't care, it's not too late to clean up when they jump out." ”

Seeing that Feng Qingyao would not change his mind, the Fire Dao people didn't say anything more.

"Mr. Feng is a rare strange person in this world, a strange person who stands at the top of this world. Since Mr. Feng didn't take this matter very seriously, he thought that this matter should indeed not be a big deal. At least in Mr. Wind's eyes, it's not a big deal, and it won't bother him much. ”

With extreme trust in Feng Qingyao, the Fire Dao people followed Feng Qingyao to the Ji Mansion.

The old man saw Feng Qingyao come back alone, although it was a little strange why the lord, Mrs., and Miss didn't come back, but they didn't ask anything, as a subordinate, some things may not be a good thing to ask too much. No matter how easy-going the host is, it's hard to ask.

After returning to his yard, Feng Qingyao spread out the silk paper in front of him and began to slowly grind the ink. When grinding ink, Feng Qingyao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he began to recall the qi on Mr. Wang Yun's body when he was with Mr. Wang Yun.

"Does Mr. Feng want to write something? What a supreme person like Mr. Wind writes must be the top Dao Weiyan in the world. Being able to see what Mr. Wind writes with my own eyes is very helpful to me. ”

The flaming Dao people on the side saw that Feng Qingyao began to sharpen ink, and immediately became quite interested, and stood aside to see what kind of thing Feng Qingyao would write. But...... Soon he froze.

"Huh? This ...... What's going on? How did Mr. Feng's qi change? It's like...... It's as if you've just changed into a different person...... How could such a strange thing happen?"

At this time, Feng Qingyao no longer looks like Feng Qingyao himself at all, although his appearance and dress are still Feng Qingyao. But to the people of the Fire Dao, it feels like there is an old master standing in front of him, who has been teaching and educating people all his life. There was a thick bookish aura on his body, and there was an inviolable majesty in the bookish air.

When the love was brewing to the extreme, Feng Qingyao slowly opened his eyes, picked up the pen and began to write on the silk paper in front of him. I saw that as the pen in Feng Qingyao's hand fell on the silk paper, a Wenhua aura rose to the sky, accompanied by this Wenhua Qi is a seductive but with a majestic atmosphere.

It's like an old master who has been teaching and educating people for a long time, educating his disciples.

The aura of Wenhua rising from the silk paper to the sky permeated the entire sky from the silk paper. The wisps of Wenhua in the sky gathered together, and it actually formed the image of an old man with a long beard fluttering, kind eyebrows, and a kind face. The old man held a book in his left hand. but in his right hand he holds a ruler.

"Ah, look! What is that? Why is there an image of an old man with a ruler and a book in the sky?"

"Really, what's going on? How can there be such a situation in the air? It's amazing!"

"Hmph! You outsiders are really uninformed. During the Gyeonggi Township test that day, Wang Quanbin, who is known as the first prodigy in Nanzhou, wrote an article about flowers, and a large cluster of various flowers appeared in the air. The article of the sage of Kong Jin made the hundred saints resonate in unison. In the air, the images of the great Confucians and saints of the past dynasties enshrined in the tribute courtyard appeared. The article of the wind is clear and the wind is far away, and it directly forms a unicorn holy beast!

The current situation is very similar to the situation in the Gyeonggi Township Test. Apparently it's also an out-of-phase! There must be a very powerful person writing something. ”

The virtual image of the old man formed by the aura of Wenhua was three or four zhang in size. It immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the capital. All the people were either amazed or excited about this anomaly in the air.

In the palace, Emperor Xuanwu looked at the strange appearance in the direction of Jifu, and the pen in his hand fell on the table in shock. Dumbfounded, he whispered, "Did he really do it......?" How is this possible?"

Some other top figures in the capital were also surprised when they saw this strange look.

"This is out of phase...... Obviously, one of the top sages of my Confucian sect is writing a book. And he is also a Confucian saint who takes the education of all people as his own wish! But...... It seems that none of the saints of my Confucian sect in the capital at the moment are responsible for educating the people. What's going on?"

"Hmm? Such an anomaly is obviously a Confucian saint, but ...... When did Confucianism have such a saint? How could we not have any news at all? What a strange thing! Why should Confucianism hide a saint?"

"Hey, this breath...... This breath seems to be the breath of Mr. Wang Yun, although it is quite different from thirty years ago. But it's definitely Mr. Wang Yun's breath, ......it's right! Old Mr. Wang Yun did not come back, but continued to stay in the Yuanman to educate the Yuanman people! How could it be possible to write a book in the capital again?"

"What the hell is going on, how can the old gentleman's breath appear in the capital?"

"Am I crazy or am ...... Am I crazy? How do I feel the breath of the teacher? There can be no fault with that, but ...... The teacher is obviously still in Yuanman!"

"This out-of-phase ...... It seems to have come from the Ji Mansion? Could it be that there is still a Confucian saint hidden in the Ji Mansion? Or ...... Feng Qingyao is a Confucian sage?"

The top figures in the capital were shocked and unbelievable by the sudden appearance. The Flaming Dao man standing beside Feng Qingyao was already feeling a little crazy. He who was closest to Feng Qingyao was the one who could feel the aura emanating from Feng Qingyao's body at this time.

However, although he felt a little crazy, the Fire Dao people also knew that now was definitely not the time for him to be in a daze.

"No matter how Mr. Feng does this, you can ask Mr. Feng later, now it's better to seize this opportunity to understand the Tao in front of you!"

His eyes were as wide as copper bells, staring at the silk paper in front of Feng Qingyao without blinking, to be precise, staring at the tip of Feng Qingyao's pen. The mind is completely immersed in this Wenhua atmosphere with a strict meaning in tolerance. (To be continued......)