Chapter 121 Confucianism’s Attitude
Li Luobing reacted for half a second, then stood up suddenly.
"What did you say? Jiang Ren?!"
"Yes, that's what it says." The servant outside the door said.
Li Luobing's expression was suddenly extremely surprised, and at the same time mixed with a hint of excitement and joy!
She quickly walked to the door, opened it, and took the letter from the servant in black.
Open the envelope and pull out the letter paper. There is dense handwriting inside.
"It is indeed Ah Ren's handwriting..." Li Luobing glanced at it and confirmed that it was indeed from Jiang Ren, and then started reading.
Where did this kid go? !
However, after reading the entire letter, Li Luobing was a little disappointed.
Jiang Ren didn't mention where he was now at all. The whole article was like a running account and a greeting to Li Luobing.
In his letter, he said that he was now a member of a small sect in the Shangyun Dynasty, because there were techniques suitable for him, and he was highly regarded here.
Other than that, there was no meaningful information except that he hoped Li Luobing would reply to him.
In fact, Jiang Ren didn't want Li Luobing to rescue him, but he was now in the hands of Ning Wuxie, and any communication with the outside world had to go through him. Jiang Ren didn't dare to arouse suspicion with his first letter.
Therefore, he wrote this letter in full compliance with Ning Wuxie's instructions and did not dare to reveal his true situation.
The Shang Yun Dynasty was so big. Even if Li Luobing had extraordinary abilities, how could he find Jiang Ren?
But fortunately, Jiang Ren told him that the address to which he should write the letter was Liuyun Prefecture of the Shangyun Dynasty.
"Liuyun Prefecture...isn't that right next door to Cangyun Prefecture?"
"What happened to the Heart Devouring God Sect before, will Ah Ren be fine? It's too dangerous."
Li Luobing couldn't help but worry, quickly put down a pen and paper, and began to reply to Jiang Ren.
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Junzi Mountain.
As early as half a month ago, when Ning Wuxie went to Liuyun Prefecture to help Jiang Ren deliver a letter to Li Luobing, he asked the postman there to remember to deliver it to Junzi Mountain for him if he received a letter from a person named Jiang Ren.
And today, the postman came.
Ning Wuxie rewarded him with some spiritual stones, and the postman left gratefully.
Ning Wuxie picked up the black envelope decorated with dark gold and felt the aura inside.
Sure enough, with the soul seal, Li Luobing was quite cautious in this regard.
But Ning Wuxie was not worried. He packed the envelope and came to the Confucian Scripture Collection Pavilion.
The Sutra Pavilion is dozens of feet high and looks like a giant tower. The first floor is a place for disciples to copy and read borrowed books. The second floor is a treasure house that is inaccessible except for elders.
I heard Meng Cangran say before that what Elder Sun Yan wanted to give to Ning Wuxie was the key to the treasure house above the second floor.
But Ning Wuxie's goal at the moment is on the first floor, the writing pen that can forge other people's letters!
At this time, there were many disciples working on the first floor. Ning Wuxie looked around and walked towards a middle-aged man sitting behind the counter with his legs crossed and his eyes closed.
"May I ask the elder where the writing pen is? I'd like to borrow it."
Ning Wuxie walked closer, leaned down slightly and asked.
The middle-aged man opened his eyes and looked at Ning Wuxie with his narrow eyes. There was a look of surprise in his eyes, and he sat up straighter slightly.
"Are you the Twelfth Young Master? The Young Master orders you to take it out and have a look."
"Elder, I am not yet the Twelve Young Masters." Ning Wuxie told the truth.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately lay back on the wicker chair. His eyebrows furrowed, his face twitched, showing an impatient look, and one side of his mustache also raised.
"If you are not the Twelve Young Masters, you have no right to use the tracing pen."
Ning Wuxie was stunned, knowing that she had encountered a stubborn donkey.
"Elder, can you be accommodating?"
"I am not the Twelve Young Masters now, but I will be during the selection next year."
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, but still closed his eyes tightly, and let out a cold snort.
"Oh, you're not old, but your tone is not young."
"When will a child who has not even grown hair be able to become one of the Twelve Young Sages of Confucianism?"
"The tracing pen is not a toy. Get up quickly and don't disturb this elder's rest."
His body twisted on the wicker chair, as if he was looking for a comfortable position, and he never opened his eyes.
The corners of Ning Wuxie's mouth twitched, and she didn't know what to express. This person was too arrogant.
Without even asking Ning Wuxie's name, he insisted that he was not one of the Twelve Young Masters.
If you hold a little bit of power, you will be very awesome. This is the attitude towards people who do things.
It was just afternoon now, and I asked him about something, but it seemed like I was disturbing his rest.
Is this true?
Ning Wuxie's face grew colder, she stood up straight and put away her friendly and humble attitude:
"Do you know who I am?"
"Haha, no matter who you are!" the middle-aged man said with a sneer.
But after a moment, his expression changed again, as if he heard something from Ning Wuxie's tone.
What this young man just said seemed to be a bit confident.
Thinking of this, he became a little scared again. He put away his playful and indifferent expression and opened one eye:
"Tell me, what's your name?"
Just as Ning Wuxie was about to speak, she suddenly heard a powerful and powerful voice, exploding from behind!
"His name is Ning Wuxie!"
"This seven-year-old Confucian quasi-Twelve Young Masters is my sponsor for the next Twelve Young Masters!"
"He was the greatest hero in the battle to encircle and suppress the Heart Devouring God Cult, and he was the young genius who defeated the Human Sect Li Luobing!"
"Wang Fulin, do you know now!!"
The last sentence was like the roar of a lion or the roar of a tiger, and it was as loud as thunder, attracting the attention of everyone working on the first floor of the Sutra Library!
Ning Wuxie looked back and saw that it was the chief elder of the Zhengge Hall, Sun Yan!
I don't know when he came!
The elder called Wang Fulin jumped up from the rattan chair, and his expression was no longer relaxed and playful!
"Elder Sun, I see, I will do it for him right away."
His voice trembled, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
However, Sun Yan's expression was still as cold as ice, staring at Wang Fulin with a frown:
"Wait a minute, I want to ask you, what time is it now?"
Wang Fulin trembled and said, "Now...now is, Wei Shi."
"Since it is Wei Shi, why are you lying on the rattan chair to rest, so cool?"
"The Duty Hall assigned you to take care of the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion, because we understand that you are old and have no progress in cultivation and academics, so we let you come here to have a job and get more salary!"
"But you, you are here to rest with your eyes closed, making things difficult for the disciples, do you really think you are an elder?!"
Sun Yan shouted loudly, not caring about the onlookers at all. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Wang Fulin actually lowered his head and dared not breathe.
It's true that one thing can defeat another... Ning Wuxie thought.
"Elder Sun, I know my mistake..."
Before he finished speaking, Elder Sun Yan waved his palm, and a red true energy flew straight to the rattan chair where Wang Fulin was lying just now, instantly blowing it up!
Countless pieces of wood flew everywhere, and Wang Fulin quickly jumped away, his face pale with fear.
"Go to the Duty Hall! Confess your mistakes and accept punishment!"
"Yes, yes..." Wang Fulin nodded and bowed, then quickly slipped out of the main entrance of the Sutra Library.