Only then did Yang Zheng understand that the mysterious person sent Liao to choose a sect for Dong. However, from the other party's tone, he could hear unreasonable doubts.

"He advised me to join Confucianism and gave me the Dragon Blood Sword. This was a kind-hearted recruitment. Logically, it should be a Confucian talent. But he also said that Xunzi was good at raising pigs and dared to despise saints. No one in Confucianism is so crazy."

He was confused.

"If it weren't for the purpose of recruiting me, what was his plan? He warned me not to go to the Zongheng family and not to provoke an old fox. In history, the most famous Zongheng family is Guiguzi. Could it be that he is still alive?"

Guiguzi has great magical powers and is proficient in hundreds of schools. He was a god-like existence during the Warring States Period. Anyone who takes a disciple can dominate for a while and be remembered forever. If he is still alive, who would not want to take him as his teacher? Why should I avoid him?

Yang Zheng was thinking about this, and Liao continued, "'Xunzi is not capable, but his mind is still good. When you go to him, you will not learn Confucianism's bullshit benevolence and righteousness, but the spirit of tolerance of heaven and earth."

Yang Zheng remained silent. He dared to say that Xun Sheng was not capable, and he would be even more crazy. If the other party was not talking nonsense and pretending, there was only one possibility.

That was also a saint.

Liao stood up and finally said, "'What do we do in practicing Taoism? It's just to achieve Taoism and live happily. Remember that saints and ants live for themselves."

After saying that, he bowed to Yang Zheng and turned around and left.

Liao came and went in a hurry, leaving only a sword and a misty word.

Even with Yang Zheng's wise mind, he could not figure out what the other party's real intention was. However, he vaguely felt that it might be that he was too vigilant and complicated the matter.

Perhaps, the man just wanted to point him out and had no intention.

At the critical nodes of life, how to choose will determine his lifelong practice. He will definitely not be careless. As Han Fei said, it will be too late to regret it after the seeds of Tao take root in the dantian.

The battle of Liao came out of the way, which made his thoughts a little shaken.

"Are Confucianism and Xunzi the right choice?"

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After completing his mission, he headed south to the city.

With his ordinary appearance and outfit, walking on the street, he was like everyone else, no different from the people in the city. In fact, if he hadn't handed over the Dragon Blood Sword, Yang Zheng might have thought that he was talking crazy.

After leaving the city, he did not fly in the air, and he prefers to walk on the flat official road like this down-to-earth.

After climbing to a hill, he felt a little thirsty. He saw a simple tea stall not far away, so he went in to buy a pot of cheap tea and drank silently.

Behind the table opposite, a famous child in blue shirt squatted on the bench, holding a large bowl of thick porcelain drinks, but what he drank was not tea, but the strong wine brewed by the store.

After drinking it all, his face turned red, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Liao, his eyes were a little confused. After a moment of watching, he kicked his legs, and jumped out of thin air to the bench beside Liao, and settled steadily.

The child continued to squat, shaking his upper body, and said drunkenly: "The sword energy in your arms is very spiritual, but other parts are ordinary. Could it be... You often hold a famous sword recently?"

Liaoku waited for Yang Zheng for half a month, and the dragon blood sword was held by him for half a month, and his arms were stained with a little bit of sword aura. This was normal.

He is indeed a master who is afraid of even the eldest Mr. Wen Qing. This child can see through the strange reason at a glance.

Liao said nothing, as if he had not heard his words, and looked down and drank tea, his gray eyes were still dull.

The child burped, looked at Liao's face, and calculated with his little hands, and was surprised, "Based on your face, you died young, and you should have fallen off the cliff and died when you were young!"

His Qingzhi frowned, stared at Liao, and calculated again, not believing that his physiognomy would make mistakes.

"I'm not wrong. How could you escape the catastrophe of death and live to this day?"

Liao still ignored him and poured another bowl of tea silently.

The child was a little angry and suddenly grabbed Liao's right hand. After seeing the slight red line in his palm, he couldn't help but grin, "Someone actually forced you to prolong your life. I didn't realize that you are lucky!"

His face, palmistry, and children have never seen it before. But today, if it weren't for the strange sword energy in Liao's arms, he wouldn't have seen it. Liao had many famous things hidden in his body.

Dao rolled his eyelids and glanced at him.

The child was no longer angry, and looked at Liao's whole body with his eyes narrowed, as if he was appreciating an artwork. After watching it for a long time, he couldn't help but exclaim: "No wonder he is willing to help you extend your life. It's really a natural weapon of killing..."

Only a master of his level and vision can see that Liao is not only a mediocre person, but also a rare genius who can perfectly restrain his natural murderous aura without any leakage.

This is what it means to hide the object in the body.

The child grabbed the tea bowl from Liao's hand, took a sip, and said, "Boy, I have a great vision, but today I like you. This is your fortune. Let me practice Taoism!"

Liao's expression was dull, he shook his head, and he persistently took back the tea bowl.

The child couldn't help but be stunned. Seeing this stiff expression, could he be hurt by murderous aura and turned into a fool?

He has received many disciples in his life, and after a little cultivation, he has become a powerful figure and looks down on all the heroes. People in the world are flocking to him and want to take him as their teacher. This is the first time he has been rejected like today.

He jumped off the bench, took a serious seat, slapped the table and said, "Boy, I have seen countless geniuses, so it's not necessary to accept you. If you think it through, you will be desperate to walk out of this tea stall."

If such a natural killer weapon cannot be used by him and falls into the hands of others, wouldn't it be a pity? He would rather get rid of it with his own hands than want to be cheaper to others.

After a moment of silence, Liao finally spoke, and said rudely, "I have a master. Moreover, we are not a member of the same place, so it's not suitable."

"Isn't it suitable?" The child raised his thin eyebrows and sneered, "There are disciples in this world that I, Wang Xu, cannot teach? Various schools of thought, what do you want to learn? Just speak, if I say the word "No", I will lose!"

Liao looked at him straight, pointed to his dantian at the same time, and said, "I am a military strategist. No matter how much you have, I can't learn it."

The child laughed and his aura burst out instantly, shaking everyone in the teahouse. He stood with his hands behind his back, and although he was short, he did not have any tenderness, like a hero looking down on all directions.

"Military? What's so great about it? You leave with me today. Ten years later, I will let the second saint come out of the military! "

He believed in Liao, and even more so in himself.

Is there anything he can't do in this world?

He stepped out of the tea shed.

He stood up and walked out, suddenly looked up at the west, and a very obscure murderous intent flashed deep in his pupils.
Chapter completed!