The moment the dagger fell to the ground, Xia Mengying suddenly reached out and grabbed the sharp blade.

My eyes suddenly opened, and I was about to speak to stop him, but I swallowed my words.

After the blood-curdling sound of the blade slicing open the palm, Xia Mengying raised the short blade with her bloody right hand: "Li Po, owner of the village, we cannot let Banxian Village and Liangjietang do it just because of a misunderstanding.

Fight for your life at the sight of blood!"

Cheng Yuankai's eyes were slightly dozed and he didn't say a word, but I said coldly: "I'll see how many times she can catch her if we make another challenge!"

Ye Yang glanced at me, stepped out, and slowly pulled out the dagger from his leg.

Ye Yang must use his energy to control the sword. Even a magical weapon cannot stop the power of his sword, let alone Xia Mengying's flesh and blood body.

But, at this time, I couldn't stop.

Even if I say a soft word, it will cause countless troubles.

I sent a message to Ye Yang and said, "Keep your hands back, don't hurt Xia Mengying too seriously."

Before Ye Yang made a move, he heard someone say in a leisurely manner: "A friend is coming from afar, and the situation is tense, but this is how our Confucian sect treats guests!"

Although the other party's voice was gentle, it made me feel a little nervous.

Liangjietang, Banxianzhuang, and more than a dozen earth evil masters were present, but no one noticed that the other party suddenly cut into the middle of our camp.

What level of cultivation has this person achieved?

When I turned around to look, I saw an old man in a Tang suit with meticulously combed white hair, walking slowly over with a flower that looked like it had just been picked.

The other party walked up to Xia Mengying: "Girls hold knives and swords. Although they have a feminine look, they sometimes ruin the scenery. This little flower is given to you."

When Xia Mengying took the flowers in a daze, the unique aura of Confucianism wrapped her injured hand as warmly as water. Although her wound had not healed, it no longer bled.

The old man naturally took the dagger from Xia Mengying's hand and looked at it several times: "A desperate move, the sword of the brave. Unfortunately, it is just a small courage, not a great courage."

The old man turned around and walked towards Banxianzhuang with the dagger in his hand: "Yan Xing, long time no see."

The Tiangang Realm old man standing in the crowd walked out in a few steps: "Teacher, is that you?"

"Student Yan Xing, meet your mentor!"

Yan Xing knelt down, and everyone in Banxianzhuang fell to the ground.

But the old man laughed and said, "Yan Xing! I'm not your teacher, so you don't have to hold on to this great gift."

Yan Xing burst into tears: "No! Once I am a teacher, I will always be a father. Yan Xing dare not forget the teacher's teachings to me."

The old man smiled and said: "You are still too obsessed with etiquette. Get up! Everyone, get up!"

"Thank you sir!"

When the people in Banxian Village stood up one after another, Butcher Wang whispered: "Li Po, be careful! This man is known as Mr. Confessing Soul. He is one of the three great Confucian scholars, and he can represent Confucianism regardless of his status and cultivation.

Door."

"He is also famous among the Confucian sect for being upright and selfless. He can't stand a grain of sand in his eyes."

Lin Zhao was shocked and said: "Xiao Chengzi said that he would ask him to come out and uphold justice for you. I thought Xiao Chengzi was just talking about it, but I didn't expect that he actually came here."

"This man is a double-edged sword, he can't handle it well..."

I really couldn't listen anymore, so I sent a message to several people at the same time: "Get ready to run away! This time it's a big deal."

"What the hell, Mr. Soul Confession, that's that old brat, Old Liu."

Those things about Dayong and Xiaoyong were all things Lao Liu teased me about in Liangjietang. His expression when he spoke was exactly the same as now.

Even though Butcher Wang had reached the master level, he almost couldn't control himself and shouted: "Mr. Confessing Soul, he..."

Many people in Banxian Village looked towards Butcher Wang, but no one found it strange because they were also shocked.

Butcher Wang gritted his teeth and said: "Does that old guy want to die? He practices the ghost way, and he comes here to pretend to be a great scholar. Is he going crazy?"

I feel strange too.

When Lao Liu was alive, the Qing Dynasty had already fallen. At that time, private schools still studied the Four Books and the Five Classics, but the imperial examinations were gone. Who could still study the Four Books and the Five Classics like they did in the Ming and Qing Dynasties?

Besides, Lao Liu only wanted to be a master, and most of the things he learned were not close to Confucianism. You read the "Three Character Classic" and "The Thousand Character Classic" and wanted to come to Banxian Village to learn from the great Confucians?

Are you kidding me?

What’s more important is that Confucianism cultivates great righteousness!

Old Liu entered Banxianzhuang with that ghostly aura. It was like a mouse licking the bridge of a cat's nose - did he think he would live longer?

Is this old guy here just to cause trouble for me?

You must fight to death when you go back!

When I was about to run away with Lao Liu,

Cheng Yuankai has already walked up: "Cheng Yuankai, the owner of Banxian Village, pays homage to sir, sir..."

Yan Xing hurriedly said: "Master, sir, I don't like red tape. Just be more normal."

Regardless of whether you practice Confucianism, Buddhism, or Taoism, when you practice to a high level, you no longer care about form, but return to plainness.

The real Mr. Soul Confessor has reached that state.

I was relieved to hear this. Lao Liu was always talking about trains in Liangjietang, and he didn't look like a worldly expert.

I'm really afraid that he'll reveal his secret!
Chapter completed!