Just now, Tuogu, you told me that this place is Fengshen

If you ask for money, I will not give it to you.

Although I am the eldest son of Xibohou, I am now in Chaoge, the capital of the Shang Dynasty.

I still have to take care of my father Xibohou, and I don't have any money left.

Thinking of this, Bo Yikao decided to stop the alchemist asking for money first:

"I don't have any money, so don't open my mouth."

"If you are short of money, go to the merchants in Chaoge City on the street and ask for it."

"The prices in Chaoge City have risen sharply these days, and those merchants have already made a lot of money."

"It's just right for someone like you to ask them for food."

Bo Yikao stared at the alchemist in front of him warily, for fear that the alchemist would ask him for money.

This qi trainer who was guarded by Bo Yi Kao was exactly Yun Zhongzi, a qi trainer in Yuzhu Cave in Zhongnan Mountain.

Cloud Neutron: "..."

What is this ghost?

Why should I ask you for money?

I am dignified and quasi-sacred, and I still need money from you mortals.

You are not a fool, are you?

Yun Zhongzi's eyes were about to pop out, why did he keep meeting these top-quality goods these days.

This Xiqi is really a place rich in the best.

However, after all, Yun Zhongzi has a profound cultivation base and powerful mana.

He controlled his emotions in a single thought, and the embarrassment on his face disappeared in a flash.

"Forget it, although the situation is somewhat different from what was expected, but now I finally have the opportunity to read the script."

"Hurry up and take Lei Zhenzi as an apprentice and bring him back to Yuzhu Cave in Zhongnan Mountain, so that I won't have any contact with these top graders."

Thinking this way, Yun Zhongzi straightened his clothes and didn't continue to talk to Bo Yikao.

"The impoverished way is over."

"Pindao is Yun Zhongzi, a qi refiner from Yuzhu Cave in Zhongnan Mountain, who traveled thousands of miles to look for General Xing."

"Seeing the honorable face of the young master, I am very fortunate to be poor."

Bo Yikao immediately understood the identity of the person in front of him.

poor way?

This is still a pagan. In today's Shang Dynasty, there are still people who don't believe in Confucianism but believe in these heresies?

Bo Yi Kao suddenly felt that the responsibilities on his shoulders were heavier. I am a person who is motivated to become a Confucian student.

"Since I am determined to worship under the sage's sect, then I must maintain the dignity of the Confucian sect."

"Is this alchemist trying to instill pagan ideas into me?"

"Didn't he see the Confucian clothing on me? How could my Confucian student go elsewhere?"

Thinking of this, Bo Yikao immediately cheered up.

According to Confucian etiquette, Bo Yikao bowed to Yun Zhongzi in front of him.

Then he said with a straight face:

"You don't need to waste your efforts. I, Bo Yikao, will not give up if I don't enter Confucianism in this life. I won't even get involved in you heretics."

"Please leave as soon as possible, so as to save both of us from embarrassment."

After Bo Yikao finished speaking, he turned his face away, leaving Yun Zhongzi with a heavy back.

At this moment, Bo Yikao was immersed in a tragic atmosphere.

Cloud Neutron: "..."

I want to accept Lei Zhenzi as an apprentice?What does it have to do with your Bo Yi Kao?

Don't act like I'm interested in you, okay?

Are these strange people really better than the other?

Can't you just listen to me and finish what I have to say?

Chapter 61 Boyi Kao Angrily Rebukes Yun Neutron

Yun Zhongzi suppressed the anger in his heart, and managed to calm down.

I saw faint signs of tearing in the space around Yun Neutron's body.

It is full of space cracks.

If other practitioners saw this scene, they would definitely drop their jaws in shock.

This is something only a quasi-sage can do.

Just relying on changes in mood can affect the stability of the surrounding world.

Such a qi trainer must have a cultivation base above Hunyuan Golden Immortal!

Whoever you are, even if you are placed on top of the entire wild land, you are still a very strong person.

But Bo Yikao, the eldest son of Xibohou, is just a mortal, and the strange phenomena around Yun Zhongzi's body cannot be seen with the naked eye.

At this moment, he still had an awe-inspiring look on his face, and his eyes were looking directly at Yun Zhongzi, the provocation was self-evident.

Yun Zhongzi waved the fly whisk in his hand, once again bowed to Boyi Kao, and continued:

"Don't worry, son, Pindao is only here to get Lei Zhenzi."

"I am proficient in Xiantian hexagrams, and I have calculated that Lei Zhenzi and I have the fate of master and apprentice."

"That's why I came down from Mount Zhongnan just to take him in as a disciple."

"As for what the young master is worried about, it has nothing to do with the poor."

Yun Zhongzi barely suppressed his anger, and said these words intermittently.

If it weren't for the imminent catastrophe between heaven and earth, suicide by mortals would cause great karma.

It is more likely that it will reduce my luck in teaching, and increase my chances of Yun Zhongzi being on the list of gods.

Otherwise.

Just like San Yisheng and Bo Yi Kao, I must kill as many as I see, kill one when I see one, and kill another when I see a pair.

Anyone who sees them must kill them all.

Anger spewed out of his eyes, and there was a faint flash of lightning between his hands.

Yun Zhongzi is a golden fairy of fortune, and he rarely breaks out of anger on weekdays, let alone his emotions almost out of control like now.

Suddenly, Bo Yi Kao felt a little chilly on his face, as if a gust of wind was blowing around him.

"Gou Li Confucianism lives and dies, how can it be avoided because of misfortunes and blessings."

Bo Yikao secretly encouraged himself in this way.

"Lei Zhenzi is my father's son, and now my father is still in a coma, how could he easily hand over his adopted son to you."

Bo Yikao still clenched his mouth tightly and flatly rejected Yun Zhongzi's request.

Seeing that Bo Yikao was really difficult to deal with, Yun Zhongzi gave up the idea of ​​continuing to entangle with him.

This person must have been brainwashed by Confucianism, why is he acting like a fool now?

If Lei Zhenzi had more contact with such people, wouldn't he also become a fool?

That's it.

Since you and I are destined to be mentors and apprentices, let me help you escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

Thinking of this, Yun Zhongzi already had some calculations in his heart.

Turning his head around and leaving, Gen Bo Yikao didn't say anything more.

When Bo Yikao saw the figure of Yun Zhongzi turning and leaving, he secretly rejoiced in his heart:

"It seems that this alchemist must have been persuaded by Confucianism's righteous and awe-inspiring classics."

"A saint is worthy of being a saint. Even dealing with such a situation is recorded in the Confucian classics."

"It seems that the great thing of becoming a saint's disciple is the goal of my lifelong struggle."

At this moment, Bo Yikao secretly made up his mind that he must join Confucianism and become a member of the saint's disciples.

Only in this way can I get rid of vulgar interests as soon as possible and become a truly noble person.

Bo Yikao waved his fist on his chest, and embarked on the journey to the Confucian private school.

This has become Boyi Kao's only daily interest besides taking care of his father.

It is to go to a private school not far from the post station to learn Confucian classics.

That gentleman was also an alchemist in his early years, but now he is teaching Confucian classics in the private school of Songjiazhuang.

The explanation was so thorough that it attracted a large number of students from Chaoge City to study at the Songjiazhuang Private School.

"It's all because of this alchemist named Yun Zhongzi, who simply delayed his study at the Songjiazhuang private school."

"It seems that I have to hurry up. Mr. Jiang Ziya's Confucianism class starts at Chenshi."

"Class is about to start now, and I have to hurry over there."

When Bo Yikao thought of this, he didn't hesitate anymore, stepped on the horse led by his subordinates, and hurried towards the Songjiazhuang private school.

At this moment, Songjiazhuang is already overcrowded, and the name of Confucianism lecturer Jiang Ziya has already been established in Chaoge City.

Jiang Ziya quickly memorized the Confucian classics and thoroughly understood the contents of the classics, relying on his writing skills of more than 40 years in Kunlun Mountains.

And through his early experience as an alchemist, he also put forward even more different opinions on understanding the original work.

All of a sudden, Confucian students from Chaoge City came to Songjiazhuang to study.

"Morning, Mr. Jiang."

"Morning, Mr. Jiang."

"Morning, Mr. Jiang."

……

A group of students who went to Songjiazhuang private school to study warmly greeted Jiang Ziya.

Immediately afterwards, they sat in their respective seats, and Bo Yikao was the last one to arrive, and hurried into the private school.

"Jiang, Mr. Jiang, good morning."

After Bo Yi dismounted from the test, he ran all the way to the classroom

Then he hurried to his seat and sat down quickly.

Jiang Ziya looked at the students in front of him, and his gaze stayed on Bo Yikao for a long time.

There was a stern look in his eyes, and then he said to Bo Yikao:

"The Confucian sect is the most important thing about respecting teachers. Today, someone dared to be late for my class. This is simply contempt for the teacher."

"I said that whoever has a clear heart, I will punish him for copying the disciple's rules 180 times."

"The content of these copies must be handed over to me the day after tomorrow."

After Jiang Ziya finished speaking, today's class began.

Boyi Kao Boyi Kao's face was full of bitterness.

Mr. Jiang, you don't know that today I successfully defended the dignity of Confucianism.

But in the classroom of Confucianism, the teacher is the absolute elder.

Students are absolutely not allowed to question the teacher's decision at will.

Bo Yikao could only lower his head with a bitter face, and listened carefully to Jiang Ziya's explanation of the Confucian classics.