As winter comes, the weather gets colder.

Early that morning, Wang Liangyu got up and saw heavy snow falling outside the window.

Wang Liangyu was startled for a moment, then rushed out of the house with joy and happily built a snowman.

Among the disciples of Confucius, there are many young people, such as Zeng Shen, who are now only twenty years old.

Seeing this, young people like Zeng Shen also ran out of the house one by one and followed Wang Liangyu to build snowmen.

In the huge courtyard, seven or eight snowmen of different shapes were quickly erected.

Wang Liangyu got excited about playing, grabbed a handful of snow, rolled it into a ball, and then threw it directly at Zeng Shen.

Among the disciples of Confucius, Wang Liangyu had the earliest contact with Yan Hui. However, Yan Hui was too introverted and taciturn, so the relationship was not as good as that of Zigong, Zeng Shen and others who he came into contact with later.

Zeng Shen was hit in the face by a snowball, but he was not annoyed. He stretched out his hand, picked up a ball of snow and threw it towards Wang Liangyu.

Wang Liangyu's feet slipped, and he dodged lightly like a flying dragon stepping on snow.

Seeing this, Zeng's dark eyes rolled around, and then he opened his mouth and shouted: "The gentleman who enters will achieve it!"

Wang Liangyu hesitated when he heard the words, stopped, turned around and looked at Zeng Shen with a face full of surprise.

However, the next scene left Wang Liangyu stunned.

Zeng Shen, who was originally five meters away from Wang Liangyu, suddenly appeared a foot away behind Wang Liangyu, holding a large handful of snow in his hand and smashing it towards Wang Liangyu.

Wang Liangyu was completely stunned. He even forgot to dodge and stared blankly at Zeng Shen.

"Silly?" Zeng Shen chuckled and looked at Wang Liangyu with a proud face, "How does my Confucianism compare to martial arts?"

Wang Liangyu woke up after hearing this and left, his face full of joy and excitement: "The shrinking of the ground just now, is it a Confucian magic?" After a pause, he asked urgently, "Why haven't I seen you use it before?

Pass?"

"Master hopes that we will devote ourselves to learning and not indulge in fancy tricks. This is not the right way of Confucianism." Zeng Shen scratched his head and explained with an embarrassed look, and then said solemnly, "It's not that we deliberately deceive you, Master."

I give you everything I have and never hide anything."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After Wang Liangyu listened, he didn’t know what to say. This was somewhat similar to Ji Ran.

Ji Ran was born in a Taoist family, but he only practiced Qi refining and did not know a single Taoist technique. He was a very pure seeker and inquirer, pursuing the way of heaven and earth and exploring the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

For this kind of people, Wang Liangyu couldn't make any assumptions. He looked around, pulled Zeng Shen to the corner, and said expectantly: "Zeng Shen, let's compare notes?"

Without Zeng Shen's refusal, Wang Liangyu continued: "In a few months, the conference on Taoism will begin. By then, Confucianism will not just convince other schools of thought with words, right?" After a pause, he gestured again,

He said, "After all, you still want your subordinates to see the real chapter. You don't want Confucianism to lose face, right?"

"Let's discuss and discuss in private. It would be better for you to be mentally prepared, right?"

The deeds of the Taoism Conference have spread throughout the nine states, and Confucians are also aware of it. It is even more clear that Wang Liangyu is the organizer of the Taoism Conference. A group of Confucian disciples often ask Wang Liangyu about the Taoism Conference.

Hearing this, Zeng Shen, who had no intention of discussing things at first, suddenly hesitated.

As a Confucian disciple, Zeng Shen had great ambitions to promote Confucianism, and he was determined to win the Taoism Conference. However, due to Confucius' orders, the Confucian disciples had never been able to practice Confucianism seriously, so even if they were highly advanced, they could not practice Confucianism seriously.

How good is the actual combat skills? Confucian disciples still feel a little guilty!

Zeng Shen struggled for a long time, but finally did not agree, and instead said, "I'll tell you, Master, and I'll let you decide!"

Wang Liangyu looked helpless when he heard this, but he also knew that Confucian disciples respected their teachers and Taoism. Without Confucius' permission, they would definitely not be able to practice Confucianism, let alone compete in martial arts. Today, seeing Zeng Shen practicing Confucianism, that was all

What an unexpected surprise!

"Okay, then go and report to Master Ming now, it will show that you are awesome!" Without any expectations in his heart, Wang Liangyu couldn't help but urge him.

Zeng Shen responded simply, turned around and ran into the house.

After a while, Zeng Shen walked out dejectedly, followed by Yan Hui.

"Why, Master doesn't agree?" Seeing this, Wang Liangyu couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. He turned to look at Yan Hui and asked, "Master, don't you want to win the first prize in the Taoism Conference and promote the reputation of Confucianism?"

Yan Hui's face was filled with tranquility, and he said slowly: "Masters cannot refrain from Confucianism, but they still need to be cautious in their words and deeds."

"What do you mean?" Wang Liangyu was a little confused and didn't understand what it meant.

Zeng Shen curled up the corner of his mouth and said with a wry smile: "Master dislikes us and won't let us take action!"
Chapter completed!