Chapter 52 The Twelve Young Sages of Confucianism!

Early the next morning, someone visited the courtyard again.

Ning Wuxie was wondering why it was so lively these two days. When he opened the door, he saw a familiar face.

It was Meng Cangran.

"Brother Ning, long time no see!" Meng Cangran smiled brightly as if he had seen a relative he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Brother Meng, how is your injury?" Ning Wuxie also smiled and greeted.

"Thanks to Brother Ning's protection and concern, it's fine now." Meng Cangran looked at Xuan'er who was holding the white fox beside Ning Wuxie, with a look of surprise.

"It's the first time I see Miss Jiang's true face. She's so beautiful."

"Brother Ning and I are really a talented man and a beautiful woman, a perfect match! With such a good relationship, I guess they got married in the past few years?"

"Hey, it's too early, too early..." Ning Wuxie interrupted quickly.

Xuan'er tried her best to hold back her expression, but she couldn't help blushing, lowered her head, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

"Where did this little fox come from? Why does it have purple eyes?" Meng Cangran looked at Bai Zhou in Xuan'er's arms again and asked curiously.

"After you and Tan Taiying left, Xuan'er and I caught it in the forest."

"Such a white little fox, Brother Ning, you must have picked up Bai Ze, right?" Meng Cangran joked.

"Oh, how is that possible." Ning Wuxie also laughed.

Only Ning Bai Zhou in Xuan'er's arms, with his tail drooping, couldn't laugh.

Ning Wuxie invited Meng Cangran to sit in the courtyard and asked Xuan'er to pour tea.

"Brother Ning, I think you already know why I came." Meng Cangran was still so straightforward and got straight to the point.

Ning Wuxie nodded, "I know that the Confucian family is interested in me, but I still didn't expect you to come in person."

"Some fellow disciples and elders in the clan don't agree with your joining. I overruled everyone and tried my best to ask them to meet your conditions."

"Oh? What conditions?" Ning Wuxie was stunned, and then his eyes lit up.

Confucianism is rich in the world, and there is absolutely no shortage of spiritual stones.

Just give him three or five million, plus the two million promised by Meng Cangran, then for a long time, he and Xuan'er can lie down and concentrate on cultivation!

There are also many precious magic weapons in Confucianism. I don't ask for a fairy treasure, but a suitable Taoist magic weapon will do!

Meng Cangran smiled mysteriously: "A condition you can't refuse."

"I plan to make you the 12th Young Sage of Confucianism for seven years!"

Ning Wuxie frowned slightly, as if he didn't react.

Then, his eyes widened quickly, and the expression on his face was gradually replaced by incredible shock!

"The 12th Young Sage?!"

He repeated it again as if he was unsure.

"Yes, I will persuade my master to agree to your participation in the selection. With his influence, plus your cultivation and character, the 12th Young Sage is definitely not a problem!"

Seeing Ning Wuxie's reaction, Meng Cangran smiled with satisfaction.

It's not Ning Wuxie's fault for losing his composure, it's really that this gift is too expensive!

The Twelve Young Sages represent that this person is the leader of the younger generation within Confucianism! And he has obtained the qualification to be promoted to a higher level of Confucian scholar!

With this title, Ning Wuxie can travel around the countries as a Confucian scholar and be a guest of honor, directly meet the king, and have a seat in the court!

This is more useful to Ning Wuxie than any number of spiritual stones! In the future, he will fight against Renzong and Li Luobing, and he needs such an identity to walk around the world and develop his power, and he also needs to rely on such a big tree!

What he wants to do is too terrifying and too difficult, and the identity of an ordinary disciple can hardly protect him and Xuan'er.

The Twelve Young Sages is a good start!

"Thank you, Brother Meng!" Ning Wuxie stretched out his hand and shook it with Meng Cangran.

Meng Cangran was more anxious than him. After seeing that he agreed, he didn't say a few words and immediately went back to deal with the follow-up matters, intending to set off back to the Confucian Junzi Mountain.

Ning Wuxie also wanted to go back with him to participate in the selection of the Twelve Young Sages.

Meng Cangran told him that after paying Liu Zhirui and Chang Han's family, the funds he brought with him were only enough for Tan Taiying alone.

On the day she returned to the Hermit Valley, she received news from Yao Chi Sect that something had happened in the sect, and she immediately rushed back without stopping.

Anyway, Ning Wuxie also wanted to go back to Confucianism together, so she was not in a hurry to get the reward, and Yao Chi Sect was on the way back to Junzi Mountain.

So Meng Cangran made a plan, and the next itinerary was to go north all the way to Yao Chi Sect in the east of Dayu Dynasty, and then go east to Junzi Mountain where Confucianism was located.

Such a long distance is difficult for non-immortal cultivators to support alone, and they must take a flying boat.

It may take several months in the middle, but it doesn't matter, the selection of the Twelve Young Sages will take more than half a year, so there is still enough time.

After seeing Meng Cangran off, Ning Wuxie immediately began to pack his luggage, and Xuan'er followed him and busy around.

But before leaving, he still found Qin Jiuyao, and while saying goodbye, he helped him plan a new script. But this time he didn't go out to shoot.

That night, Qin Jiuyao made it into a photo ball and sold it directly.

...

Xianyin District, Wuyuan Zhenren Cave.

Li Luobing has regained her cold and arrogant look, looking strong and keeping people away.

There is no trace of weakness on her beautiful face, and outsiders can't imagine such a woman kneeling on the ground and hugging someone's thigh to beg for mercy.

Only when she looked down at Jiang Ren who was still unconscious on the bed, she showed a trace of worry and anger.

Since returning from Lishan, Jiang Ren has been in a coma. Even though his physical injuries have recovered, he still has nightmares and talks nonsense.

Li Luobing knows that his brother's heart of Taoism is probably broken. He may not have much confidence in the path of cultivating immortals.

It's all Ning Wuxie's fault!

When he thought of this name, Li Luobing felt his heart burning, and he wanted to tear him into pieces!

But in his soul, there is still a life curse engraved by him!

Ning Wuxie only needs one word to make her commit suicide on the spot after she has worked hard for thirty years to cultivate her cultivation and her peerless talent!

She hates it! She can't help but clench her fists and her silver teeth creak.

After a while, she stood up and went to find Master Wuyuan.

After more than an hour, Jiang Ren, who had been lying in bed for several days without waking up, suddenly moved his eyelids.

Then, he woke up slowly.

Lishan, forest, duel, failure, Ning Wuxie...

Ning Wuxie!

A surge of anger surged in his heart, and he felt his whole body tense up instantly!

But then, he felt a sense of fear.

He is too strong, I can't beat him...

His talent, means, and brains are all above me...

Thinking of this, Jiang Ren got up from the bed, walked out of the room in a daze, left the cave of Wuyuan Zhenren, and came outside.

It was dark at night, and at the intersection in front, several people were gathered together, talking furtively.

He was curious and walked forward, and heard several casual cultivators talking in a low voice.

"A new work of Hangtao Xiaoxian? Are you sure?"

"Yes, but the actor is not him, the screenwriter is him."

"Screenwriter? This thing also has a plot?"

"Yes! Otherwise, why do you think it is sold so expensively? This time the plot is very exciting, it is simply a groundbreaking work!"

Jiang Ren reacted for a while, and then remembered that the Hangtao Xiaoxian they were talking about was Ning Wuxie.

He rushed forward, ignoring the strange looks of those casual cultivators, bought a copy, and then ran back to his room quickly.

Ning Wuxie, what are you doing again!

Jiang Ren returned to the room, locked the door, put the photo ball on the table, and injected a trace of spiritual power.

The picture slowly appeared.

The opening was a line of big words:

"The plot of this film is purely fictional. Any similarity is purely coincidental."

"The entire plot of the film was created by Hang Tao Xiaoxian alone and has nothing to do with Jiuyao Film and Television."

Then, the film officially began.

In short, this photo ball tells the story of a female cultivator named Bing, who was engraved with a soul curse by an evil immortal in order to save her defeated and captured junior brother Jiang, and became a slave and was insulted and played with in every way.

Poor picture quality, clumsy camera movements, and because of the lack of editing, the actors can only go on and off like a stage play.

But these can't cover up the shock and rage in Jiang Ren's heart like a surging sea!

Not only his Tao heart, but his heart was also broken.

This script was written by Ning Wuxie, so those things after he fainted were also... true?

Bang!

He swung out a stream of true energy, smashing the shadow ball on the spot!

"Ning Wuxie!!! I will definitely kill you in this lifetime!!"

He looked up to the sky and howled, his grief and anger erupted like a volcano, and he actually shed two lines of blood and tears!