Stunning beauty

"Hahahaha!"

In the Holy City of Xuanwu, an arrogant laughter resounded through the bustling streets. In the middle of the street, a young man in an ink-colored robe knocked down several bullies with three punches and two kicks. He put his hands on his hips and mocked arrogantly, "Spicy." Chicken, with this little ability, you still dare to show off your power in front of this young master, who gave you the courage, Liang Ruru?"

There is no doubt that the young man is the number one dude in Xuanwu Holy City, Wang Teng.

As the holy son of the Xuanwu Sect and the future Xuanwu Sect Master, Wang Teng is still young and can make a fuss, otherwise, when he is old and inherits the position of the suzerain, he will not be able to toss even if he wants to.

Therefore, in the Holy City of Xuanwu, no matter where there are fireworks or willow alleys or where bullies gather, wherever there are fights, there is Wang Teng, doing evil every day and never getting tired of it.

A great cultivator of the Five Realms, a saint son of the sect, who can bully those weak and pitiful bullies regardless of his status, only Wang Teng can do it.

On the street, everyone was watching. Wang Teng raised his head, enjoying the glory of victory and feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

At this moment, at the end of the street, a carriage drove slowly. On the carriage, a young man in Confucian robes drove the carriage attentively. His uncontested temperament formed a perfect match with the bustling streets around him. A distinct sense of fragmentation.

Among the crowd, Wang Teng noticed the young man on the carriage in front of him and recognized his identity as a Confucian disciple at a glance.

Although the two have never met, Wang Teng has seen the clothes of Confucian disciples, so it is easy to determine their identity.

"Five realms."

In the middle of the street, Wang Teng looked at the young man on the carriage in front of him. The smile on his face faded and his expression became slightly condensed.

The aura was calm and restrained, without any edge. He had only seen this feeling in the Confucian disciple Bai Wangyu.

There are actually disciples in the Confucian sect, can they be compared with Bai Wangyu?

Soon, the carriage came and passed by. Wang Teng was about to speak. Suddenly, his body trembled. He looked at the carriage passing in front of him with shock in his eyes.

what happened?

The feeling of suffocation just now, no, it is not the feeling of suffocation, it is the feeling of insignificance, as if you are standing under the sky but can never touch the sky.

Why is this happening?

After a brief shock, Wang Teng turned around and looked at the leaving carriage, and immediately followed it.

"The Confucian leader, the Holy Son of Xuanwu, has been following behind." In the carriage, Fa Ru reminded him.

"Let him go."

Confucius opened his eyes and said calmly, "Everyone has his own choice, and everyone has his own opportunity."

Not long after, the carriage stopped in front of the Li family base. Wen Xiuru jumped out of the carriage, opened the curtain, reached out to help the old man inside and walked out.

Behind him, Wang Teng was shocked when he saw the old man stepping out of the carriage, and he immediately realized something.

Confucian leader?

That human sage who has lived for a thousand years!

In front of the Li family stronghold, the three of them walked straight into it. Behind them, Wang Teng walked to the mansion, but he hesitated and did not dare to enter.

At this moment, in the Li family's stronghold, Li Youwei noticed the movement outside and looked up.

We met again after a year, but we were no longer in the Central Plains, in a foreign land with vast mountains and rivers.

Li Youwei got up, stepped outside, bowed gracefully, and said politely, "I have seen the Confucian leader."

In the courtyard, all the hidden masters' expressions changed when they heard this title.

"Youwei girl, you deceived us so hard."

Behind the head of Ru, Fa Ru said with a wry smile, "Up to now, Qiao'er and Le Ru are still blaming themselves for what happened to you."

"I have no choice but to ask for your forgiveness."

Li Youwei said softly, "In that situation, I could only fake my death and walk away to Nanling, otherwise, the royal family would not let it go."

While speaking, Li Youwei noticed Wang Teng outside the mansion, narrowed her eyes slightly, and called out, "Holy Son, why don't you come over and pay homage to the Confucian leader!"

Outside the mansion, Wang Teng heard Sister Li's greeting inside, with a look of gratitude on his face, and immediately walked into the mansion quickly, saluting respectfully, "Xuanwuzong, Wang Teng, have seen the Confucian leader."

Kong Qiu stared at Xuanwu Shengzi in front of him, and asked, "It's really not easy for the juniors now, just now, did you notice that the old man is in the carriage?"

"I have some feelings, but I can't be sure." Wang Teng answered truthfully.

Confucius nodded, his expression much gentler.

The afterlife is terrifying.

"Confucian leader, the Holy Son has already paid tribute to you, you old man must not be too stingy." Li Youwei reminded with a smile.

"You girl."

Confucius smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, I always have to give you something."

After speaking, Confucius raised his hand and injected a little aura of awe into the forehead of the Holy Son of Xuanwu in front of him.

Wang Teng noticed something suddenly appeared in his mind and saluted excitedly, "Thank you, Master Confucian."

"You should thank Miss Youwei and yourself."

Confucius said calmly, "Just now, if little girl Youwei didn't call you, would you not have planned to come over?"

Wang Teng hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "I really don't dare."

"Don't be afraid."

Confucius said seriously, "Only when you have no fear can you see how high the sky is. Do you understand?"

"Junior, thank you Confucian leader for your teachings." Wang Teng responded respectfully.

Kong Qiu smiled indifferently, without further words, looked at Li's parents and daughters in front of him, and said, "Girl, don't you want me to come in and sit down for a while?"

"Please, Chief Confucian."

Li Youwei stepped aside and said politely.

Confucius and Faru walked into the hall one after another, and Wen Xiuru followed at the end, without saying a word from the beginning to the end.

"Sister Li, thank you very much!"

Behind, Wang Teng said in a low voice with gratitude.

"Need not."

Li Youwei said seriously, "Holy Son, don't be afraid. The Confucian leader is not a jackal. As the saying goes, if you reach out and don't hit a smiling person, you finally meet him. If you don't take the initiative to come here to get some chance, he is old. I’m sorry to reject you as a junior.”

"Been taught a lesson."

Wang Teng humbly responded, and then asked curiously, "Brother Li, is there any chance?"

Brother Li has such a big responsibility and is so shameless, wouldn't he be able to get a lot of opportunities?

"No, I asked for it many times, but the old man refused to give it. He was very picky!"

Li Youwei replied in a calm tone, and immediately stepped into the hall.

In the main hall, Confucius heard the Li family girl's arrangements for his old man, but he pretended to have heard nothing.

The children of the Li family are really more difficult to deal with than the other, and they will say bad things about the old man without giving him a chance.

"Youwei girl, aren't you ready to go back to the Central Plains?"

At the table, Faru looked at the Li family's daughter walking in front of him and asked.

"go back."

Li Youwei knelt down at the table and responded, "When the time comes, I will go back."

"When?" Faru asked puzzled.

"When my younger brother gets married."

Li Youwei replied, "As the daughter of the Li family, I will definitely attend the wedding of my younger brother."