Chapter 121 Confucianism’s Attitude Towards Work

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 so surprised that it was beyond words, and at the same time mixed with a hint of excitement and joy!

She walked quickly to the door, opened it, and took the letter from the servant in black.

She opened the envelope and took out the letter paper, which was filled with dense handwriting.

"It is indeed Ah Ren's handwriting..." Li Luobing glanced at the whole thing, confirmed that it was indeed sent by Jiang Ren, and then read it.

Where did this kid go? !

However, after reading the whole letter, Li Luobing was a little disappointed.

Jiang Ren didn't mention where he was at all. The whole letter was a running account-like narration and greetings to Li Luobing.

He said in the letter that he was now worshipped in a small sect in the Shangyun Dynasty because there was a technique suitable for him here, and he was highly respected here.

Apart from that, there was no meaningful information, only that he hoped Li Luobing would write back to him.

In fact, Jiang Ren did not want Li Luobing to save him, but he was now in Ning Wuxie's hands, and any communication with the outside world had to go through him. Jiang Ren did not dare to arouse suspicion with the first letter.

So, he wrote this letter completely according to Ning Wuxie's instructions, and did not dare to reveal his true situation.

Shangyun Dynasty is so big, even if Li Luobing has the ability to reach the sky, how can he find Jiang Ren?

But fortunately, Jiang Ren said the address to write to him was Liuyunzhou in Shangyun Dynasty.

"Liuyunzhou... Isn't it next to Cangyunzhou?"

"Isn't Ah Ren okay with the previous incident with the Heart Devouring Sect? It's too dangerous."

Li Luobing couldn't help but worry, and quickly picked up the pen and spread the paper, and began to write back to Jiang Ren.

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Junzi Mountain

Half a month ago, when Ning Wuxie went to Liuyunzhou to help Jiang Ren deliver a letter to Li Luobing, he asked the postman there to remember to deliver the letter to Junzi Mountain 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 breath in it.

Sure enough, with the soul seal, Li Luobing was still more cautious in this regard.

But Ning Wuxie was not worried. He packed the envelope and came to the Confucian Sutra Pavilion.

The Sutra Pavilion is dozens of feet high and looks like a giant tower. The first floor is where disciples copy and read the borrowed books. From the second floor up, it is a treasure house that cannot be entered except by the elders.

I heard from Meng Cangran before that Elder Sun Yan shouted to give Ning Wuxie the key to the treasure house above the second floor.

But Ning Wuxie's purpose at this moment is on the first floor, the tracing pen that can forge other people's letters!

At this time, many disciples were working on the first floor. Ning Wuxie looked around and walked towards a middle-aged man who was sitting behind the counter with his legs crossed and eyes closed.

"Excuse me, elder, where is the tracing pen? I want to borrow it."

Ning Wuxie walked closer and leaned forward slightly to ask.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes and looked at Ning Wuxie with his narrow eyes. There was some doubt in his eyes, and he sat up slightly.

"Are you the twelfth young sage? Take out the young sage order and let me see it."

"Elder, I am not the twelfth young sage yet." Ning Wuxie told the truth.

Unexpectedly, when he heard this, the middle-aged man immediately lay back on the rattan chair. He frowned, his face twitched, showing an impatient look, and one side of his mustache also curled up.

"If you are not the twelfth young sage, you have no right to use the tracing pen."

Ning Wuxie was stunned, knowing that he had met a stubborn donkey.

"Elder, can you please make some concessions?"

"I am not one of the Twelve Young Sages now, but I will be one when the selection is made next year."

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, but his eyes were still closed, and he snorted coldly.

"Wow, you are young but you are so arrogant."

"Since when can a child who hasn't even grown all his hair become one of the Twelve Young Sages of Confucianism?"

"The tracing pen is not a toy, get out of the way quickly, and don't disturb this elder's rest."

He twisted his body on the rattan chair, as if he was looking for a comfortable position, and he didn't open his eyes.

Ning Wuxie's mouth twitched, and I didn't know what expression he had. This man was too arrogant.

He didn't even ask Ning Wuxie's name, but insisted that he was not one of the Twelve Young Sages.

He is so arrogant just because he has a little power, and he has such an attitude towards people who do things.

It's only the afternoon now, and I went to him to ask about something, but it seemed like I was disturbing his rest.

How can this be?

Ning Wuxie's face gradually turned cold, he stood up straight, and put away his friendly and humble attitude:

"Do you know who I am?"

"Haha, who cares who you are!" The middle-aged man sneered.

But after a moment, his expression changed again, as if he heard something from Ning Wuxie's tone.

The words of this young man just now seemed to be somewhat confident.

Thinking of this, he was a little scared again. He put away his playful and indifferent expression and opened one eye:

"Just tell me, what's your name?"

Ning Wuxie was about to speak, but suddenly heard a full and deep voice, which suddenly exploded from behind!

"His name is Ning Wuxie!"

"This Confucian Twelve Young Sages of the Seventh Year, I will recommend the next Twelve Supremes!"

"He is the biggest contributor to the encirclement and suppression of the Devouring Heart Sect, and the young genius who defeated Li Luobing of the Human Sect!"

"Wang Fulin, do you know now!!"

The last sentence was like the roar of a lion in the east of the river, the roar of a tiger in the forest, and the sound was as thunderous as thunder, attracting the attention of all the people 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 with a bang, and his expression was no longer relaxed and playful!

"Sun, 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.