The autumn wind blew by, and suddenly there was a person sitting next to Wang Yi in the corridor. He was wearing a white shirt and felt like a spring breeze blowing on his face.

The visitor was sitting there covered in dust, holding a jar of wine in his hand, and drank slowly.

Wang Yi asked: "Who is your Excellency?"

The visitor took a look at Li Yuan who was sleeping there with no wine jar in his hand. He felt relieved and started drinking again, "My surname is Zheng, and my given name is Huai Xian."

Wang Yi couldn't figure out the purpose of Zheng Huaixian's visit. Just when he was about to ask, he heard Zheng Huaixian say: "Nothing else. I'm just chasing someone for a long time. I'm a little thirsty. I happened to be passing by here and came to ask for a bowl of wine."

Wang Yi felt relieved and raised the wine jar in his hand. It was just wine. As long as he was not here to kill them, just because Zheng Huaixian could appear here quietly, Wang Yi knew that if Zheng Huaixian wanted to kill a few of them,

It's just a matter of a moment.

Zheng Huaixian glanced at Wang Yi casually and stopped talking. He was a little tired from chasing the old fortune teller just now. The fortune teller was really good at running. He almost chased him to the south of Xiangzhou before he barely managed to catch up with him. However, the old fortune teller was very tired.

The guy's turtle shell was too hard, so I just beat him half to death and threw him into a river.

Can he be beaten to death? Zheng Huaixian thought about this possibility in his mind. With his own cultivation level and the Confucian book, he should be able to beat him to death, but after that, Confucianism will fall into the situation of no saint.

In the situation where Song Jinmo was in charge, Song Jinmo was still far away from being a saint, while the others were too deeply involved with the court and were not useful.

As a result, Buddhism and Confucianism fell one after another, and Taoism became the dominant one. This is not a good phenomenon.

Zheng Huai first glanced at Wang Yi, who was very guarded next to him, and chuckled, "There's no need to be so guarded, I. You don't know me, but I've met you before."

Wang Yi smiled awkwardly when his thoughts were read, but he was a little confused in his heart. After thinking for a long time, he really couldn't remember where he had seen Zheng Huaixian.

Zheng Huaixian took a sip of Wannian Chun and explained: "I am the anonymous teacher of Baizi Academy. I saw clearly the siege you and Jiechen were fighting on the street."

Wang Yi suddenly realized that with the cooperation of Zheng Huaixian, he could appear next to him quietly, so he could be sure that Zheng Huaixian was one of the ten scholars in the world, the scholar who was disappointed with the world and lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests.

Wang Yi stood up in a hurry and saluted Zheng Huai first, "I have met Mr. Zheng."

Zheng Huaixian smiled and said, "You are not afraid that I am pretending."

Wang Yi shook his head with a sincere expression, "Mr. Zheng is famous all over the world, how could any rat dare to pretend to be Mr. Zheng?"

Zheng Huaixian laughed loudly, patted Wang Yi on the shoulder, and nodded repeatedly, obviously very satisfied with Wang Yi's words.

"I can still trust Li Taibai's friends."

"The battle between Li Taibai and Liu Qing was hailed as the most spectacular sword fight in the past century. Li Taibai had a slight victory and knocked Liu Shusheng off the altar with his sword. From then on, a master of swordsmanship disappeared from the world, but many

Got a swordsman."

"In order to commemorate Liu Qing, Li Taibai broke off the tip of his sword by an inch and added a piece of meteorite iron to re-create a long sword."

Wang Yi calmly touched the sword on his waist. Ever since that day when Wang Yi recalled the sword, it had never left his body.

"Yesterday, there was a sword energy in Chang'an City that shot straight into the sky. The purity of the sword's intention is really rare. If it weren't for a person who has been practicing swords since childhood, then a fairy sword was born."

Wang Yi took off the long sword and put it aside gently, "Mr. Miao praised it. The long sword is extraordinary, but the swordsman is an ordinary person."

Zheng Huaixian put down the empty wine jar casually, "If a person who can achieve his true destiny after practicing for only one year is an ordinary person, how can you expect those who have practiced for many years to live?"

Wang Yi raised his wine glass high, looked at the bustling Chang'an City, and said in a cold tone, "No, I, Wang Yi, am a loser who can't even get into Baizi Academy."

I admire him, but the incident at Baizi Academy is a thorn in Wang Yi's heart that cannot be removed.

Zheng Huaixian also knew about Wang Yi. Song Jinmo often praised Wang Yi in front of him, saying that the boy's writing skills for the entrance exam were good and his articles were full of ancient style. Then combined with Master Jiechen who rescued him from the long street, Zheng Huaixian

Wang Yi is very optimistic about it.

"The resentment is so great. Baizi Academy has long been transformed from a pure academy into a tool for the imperial court to recruit talents, so I only serve as a registered teacher."

"What's the deal with me?"

Wang Yi tilted his head, looked at Zheng Huaixian, and looked directly into his eyes. Zheng Huaixian's sleeves were swaying in the wind, and he sighed slightly, "I know you have grievances, but I can't seek justice for you."

Zheng Huai didn't say what he said next, but Yang Zhao's power is getting stronger now. If His Majesty hadn't slightly shocked him a few days ago to calm him down, Yang Zhao might have rushed to attack you in Ziwu Lane.

Zheng Huaixian continued: "Although I cannot seek justice for you, I can tell you about the continuous loss of your cultivation."

Wang Yi did not speak and listened quietly to Zheng Huaixian's words. His resentment was resentment. However, when Lao Li and his master talked about this scholar to him, they both admired him very much. If it had not been for the Confucian master who insisted on talking to the Ming Dynasty

The ancestors were too deeply involved. Although this move allowed a large number of children from poor families to read, after they became officials, they were the ones who tried to gain fame and reputation, took bribes and perverted the law, which made Zheng Huaixian, who only read the books of sages, become discouraged and live in seclusion in the mountains.

, don’t care about worldly affairs.

Wang Yi broke the jar. After returning from Changting, he found that his cultivation had changed from that of an illusory false star to a

His true life was still being lost, and he had no way to solve it, so he didn't tell anyone and just lived happily every day.

The best example is Liu Shuyi's praise for "Crossing the Yang with a Hundred Steps". With Wang Yi's cultivation and swordsmanship at that time, how could he be out of breath after performing the "Crossing the Yang with a Hundred Steps"?

That's because Wang Yi was depleting his own cultivation base while passing by.

"Your boy's swordsmanship was taught by Li Taibai. Let's not talk about swordsmanship for now. You have been studying since childhood and have a Confucian aura, but you have not been able to study in the academy and cannot strengthen it, so this aura is the weakest."

"I talked with Li Chunfeng about this Chunfengdu technique back then. It is regarded as the top secret book of Taoism, so this will add to your Taoist spirit."

Zheng Huaixian looked at Wang Yi who was lying on the floor and said softly: "Before Jiechen left, I gave you all my energy. Although no one can take it away, you have not yet integrated this energy into yourself, but you

Carry the Buddhist beads of Jie Chen with you all day long, and one day they will be of use to you."

"But your realm is low. Even if you use secret methods to enter the Pseudo Star King, you can only get a glimpse of it. This is also an important reason for the loss of your cultivation. Furthermore, your cultivation time is too short and your realm is progressing too fast. You need to stabilize it.

Come down."

"I am just a scholar who reads a lot, so tonight I will first stabilize your realm so that it will not be lost. Then, please remember that if you cannot become a saint within ten years, then you, kid, will find a saint.

Bury yourself somewhere, just wait for your strength to burst."

Wang Yi just remembered to thank Zheng Huaixian, but it was Zheng Huaixian who pointed out, tapping Wang Yi's eyebrows, "Boy, there is no need for polite words, wait until later."

Zheng Huaixian was sitting upright, and a phantom in white clothes slowly appeared behind him. The book in the phantom's hand slowly opened, and a ray of light flew from the book to Wang Yi's eyebrows. Wang Yi instantly lost consciousness and fell unconscious on the spot.

"The world often says that good people are rewarded with good things. I have been looking at the world for decades and I haven't seen any fulfillment of this saying."

Zheng Huaixian sat next to Wang Yi, "In that case, I'm here to make good things happen to good people. Wang Yi, if you save Jiechen, I will be an immortal for a time, take charge of the way of heaven, and help you clear your mind."

After saying that, Zheng Huaixian suddenly stood up, then formed seals with his hands, and walked towards the sky full of stars. The shadow behind him slowly expanded, and finally the entire city of Chang'an was outlined.

The clouds are rolling and thunder is flashing.

It seemed like someone from heaven was roaring, "Get wild!"

Zheng Huai first laughed it off, then shook his hands, "I am an immortal, and I should be in charge of the way of heaven. You immortals in heaven are better off staying in heaven."

Otherwise, I will let you know what the temper of a scholar is.
Chapter completed!