The drunkard, who was slightly fat, with three long beards under his jaw, and a drunken look, led everyone behind him to bow to Feng Qingyao and saluted.

Feng Qingyao returned the salute slightly and said, "I didn't inform you before I came, so it is naturally impossible for you to know if you came in a hurry." What's the sin?"

The drunkard smiled sideways and asked Feng Qingyao to enter.

After entering the Confucian Garden, Feng Qingyao found that the profound heritage of Confucianism was indeed worthy of its name.

Not to mention the drunkard and the eighteen bachelors in front of him, there were no less than 100 saints in the entire Confucian Garden. These saints didn't know where to educate the people on weekdays, but when Confucianism encountered a crisis, they came to the Confucian Garden one by one.

The majestic righteousness emanating from the chests of these more than 100 saints was connected together, enveloping the entire Confucian Garden in it, as if a protective cover was covering the sky over the Confucian Garden, making it impossible for people to detect the true situation of the Confucian Garden.

"Confucianism is indeed worthy of being the head of the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and its strength is far beyond the imagination of outsiders. At this time alone, there are more than 100 saints in the Confucian Garden, plus the saints who have not yet returned to the Confucian Garden and stayed in Xuehai to compile books with Mr. Wuliu, I am afraid that this number will scare people to death. ”

The drunkard laughed and said: "The wind saint is too famous, although I have some background in Confucianism, but I still dare not take the title of the head of the triangle." The depth of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism is not in the slightest below my Confucianism. Besides, although there are many saints in my Confucian sect, they are very good compared to the wind saints, and no one can compare with the wind saints. ”

The drunkard replied to Feng Qingyao with a modest face, but Gu Yuansi, who was following the drunkard, raised his head slightly, looking very proud. As one of the most outstanding disciples of Confucianism, Gu Yuanxian was also extremely proud. Although he won't show off like those gentlemen, the pride in his heart makes him feel somewhat superior in front of others except the three sects.

Hearing the master drunkard say that none of the saints in Confucianism could compare to Feng Qingyao, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he looked very disapproving. However, in front of his master, Feng Qingyao is a guest again. Gu Yuansian didn't say anything.

Gu Yuansi's disapproving expression naturally couldn't hide from Feng Qingyao's eyes, but he didn't go to his heart.

When the drunkard came to greet him with the eighteen scholars of Confucianism, Feng Qingyao noticed Gu Yuansi, who was following the drunkard.

Of course, it was not because Gu Yuansian was the only one who came to greet him who was not a saint, but because Gu Yuansian had a strong bookish aura, but this bookish aura did not make Gu Yuansian appear weak, but instead had a sense of righteousness and arrogance. A wave of heroism came to his face. Even a faint trace of Haoran righteousness has appeared on his body!

At this age, he has cultivated a breath of righteousness in his chest, and his qualifications are naturally not ordinarily good. Although it can't be compared with the geniuses of the little god monk and the demon sect saint Xiaoxuan, it is just a thin line.

Soon, the drunkard and the eighteen scholars of Confucianism came to the Zhengqi Hall with Feng Qingyao, and the two sides sat down separately.

As soon as he sat down, Feng Qingyao said directly: "How sure is the drunkard that he will defeat the Supreme Demon Emperor?"

"Hehe, I'm not sure at all. On the same day, the Demon Emperor easily defeated the mad dragon Yan Xu and snatched the Heavenly Demon Sword. Even if the Supreme Demon Emperor did not make the slightest progress during this time, he also possessed extremely strong strength with the Heavenly Demon Sword in his hand, which was definitely not something that the old man could defeat. ”

said that he could not defeat the Supreme Demon Emperor. But there was no trace of worry or fear on the drunkard's face.

However, although the old man is not the opponent of the Supreme Demon Emperor, my Confucian cultivation is a righteous spirit, and the blade is also unchangeable. Never back down even if you cut a thousand knives. It's just that the righteous spirit can stay in the world!

Even if the Supreme Demon Emperor came with a monstrous demon flame, he would not be able to extinguish the righteous qi of my Confucian disciple!"

Although the drunkard's tone of voice carried a hint of a smile, the righteous aura on his body, which was not like an evil demon bowing his head, let Feng Qingyao know that even if he was killed by the Supreme Demon Emperor on the spot, the drunkard would not take half a step back.

Seeing Feng Qingyao nodding slightly, the drunkard continued to smile and said, "The Wind Saint's cultivation is extraordinary. It can be said that he is the first person under the grandmaster, and when the time comes, I still hope that the Wind Saint can take care of one or two on the side. Protect the younger disciples of my Confucianism and keep the torch of my Confucianism. ”

As soon as the drunkard finished speaking, Su Lu, the head of the eighteen Confucian scholars on the side, spoke: "The state of the Wind Sage at this time...... , I was injured in a big battle with the evil god clone a few days ago, and I'm afraid I haven't healed yet. ”

Feng Qingyao smiled faintly and said, "It's true that the injury hasn't completely recovered yet, but it's not a big deal. ”

The drunkard and the eighteen scholars such as Sulu frowned slightly when they heard this, but they didn't say anything.

"When I was on my way to Yuanman. I had a long conversation with Mr. Wang Yun, and with my own study, I also have some understanding of the Confucian cultivation method. I want to discuss with the drunkard today, I wonder if the drunkard is willing to give advice?"

Just when the drunkards frowned slightly, Feng Qingyao suddenly said with a light smile.

The drunkard and Sulu were slightly stunned when they heard this. Who can become a saint is not a very clever person? Obviously, Feng Qingyao wanted to teach them something, but he was worried that they would not look good on their faces and refuse, so he just used the name of an old gentleman. Although Mr. Wang Yun is a profound Confucian scholar, he said that he can guide the wind and clear the distance, and they absolutely do not believe it. After all, the title of the first true saint in history was not for nothing.

If Feng Qingyao himself wants to teach the drunkard how to practice, the drunkard is indeed a little embarrassed, after all, he is also a top figure in Confucianism. But after having the name of Mr. Wang Yun, it doesn't matter.

How revered is Mr. Wang Yun's status in Confucianism? Not to mention that the drunkard was still instructed by Mr. Wang Yun back then, and he was regarded as a disciple of Mr. Wang Yun.

"Thank you so much, Wind Sage. ”

The drunkard got up and bowed to Feng Qingyao, before he sat down and began to discuss the Confucian cultivation method with Feng Qingyao, or rather, the drunkard said some of his doubts for Feng Qingyao to solve. The eighteen Confucian scholars next to him also listened attentively to Feng Qingyao's explanation.

I don't know how long it took, and the drunkard suddenly rushed into the sky with a white light, exuding a burst of refreshing fragrance. The sound of reading aloud came from the void, as if in a school. Listening to this loud sound of reading, as if someone was explaining the Confucian scriptures for himself, Gu Yuansi, who was standing on the side, felt that his understanding of the Confucian scriptures seemed to be slowly increasing.

Around the drunkard, there were books, rolls of bamboo slips, pieces of silk silk, pieces of animal skins, and even a big tripod and a straw rope.

These straw ropes, big dings, animal skins, silk silks, bamboo slips and books all exude bursts of knowledge or civilization brilliance, shrouding the drunkard's body, as if he is worshipping the drunkard.

This burst of anomalies alarmed the entire capital, and everyone saw the strange situation coming from the direction of the Confucian Garden.

Emperor Xuanwu, who was discussing with the Three Dukes in the Wuji Palace, suddenly saw the strange appearance coming from the direction of the Confucian Garden, and couldn't help but be slightly startled, and hurriedly walked out of the Wuji Hall and looked in the direction of the Confucian Garden.

"I don't know which great sage of Confucianism has broken through?" (to be continued......)