Chapter 299 Is There Something Wrong with the Taoist Disciple Zhuang Diemeng's Brain?

Ci Song looked at the book in his hand, and then took out the Tao Te Ching from the jade pendant. He found that the two books looked very similar in appearance. The outer cover was gray. Except that the Tao Te Ching looked a little worn and thick, there was no difference.

"Could it be that this Tao Te Ching is a legacy from Lao Tzu?"

Ci Song took the Tao Te Ching that Ning Ping'an gave him, put it in his hand and carefully read it, and compared it with the newly acquired Han Sheng's legacy in his hand. The more he looked, the more confident he was that this Tao Te Ching was indeed a legacy from the ancient sage.

"But how could this Taoist legacy fall into the hands of the teacher? Did the teacher also participate in the Taoist test?"

At this moment, Han Mu's figure appeared in front of Ci Song. His eyes were instantly attracted by the two books in Ci Song's hand, and he immediately understood everything.

"It seems that Uncle Han Yan is right. You are not an ordinary corrupt scholar. You have a connection with my Legalist school."

Ci Song just smiled at Han Mu and did not explain anything.

"Have you understood Han Sheng's legacy now?" Han Mu asked directly.

"That's right." Ci Song didn't hide anything and nodded directly.

"This is your blessing. You should cherish it. If you have the opportunity in the future, when you are successful, come and pay homage to Han Sheng."

Han Mu looked at Ci Song and continued after a moment:

"It's getting late. It's been ten days since you entered this hall. You should go back and have a good rest."

After that, Han Mu raised his hand and waved. Ci Song felt that the scene in front of him suddenly changed. The next second, he had returned to the courtyard where he lived before.

"I actually stayed in this hall for ten days?"

Ci Song couldn't help but sigh. After returning to the courtyard, he didn't continue to think about the Taoists and the Legalists, but lay down on the bed directly, ready to have a good sleep. Perhaps it was because of his heart. Ci Song just felt a little tired and really needed a good rest.

However, just as Ci Song lay down, a footstep sounded at the door of the courtyard, followed by a crisp female voice.

"Is the Confucian Ci Song in the courtyard? The Taoist Zhuang Diemeng came to ask for an audience."

The woman's voice was very cold. After the voice came out, Ci Song did not answer immediately, but was very confused. Isn't this Han Sheng College the territory of the Legalists? How could there be a Taoist woman?

The courtyard was silent, and no one answered.

"It seems that he still hasn't returned today, so I'll come again tomorrow." The woman's voice sounded again, followed by a sound of flowers blooming step by step. Accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, the woman slowly walked away.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, "Miss, why are you looking for Ci Song?"

"Oh?" The woman's voice showed a hint of surprise, and then she slowly entered the courtyard.

At the same time, Ci Song slowly opened the door and saw a woman in a pure white Taoist robe standing in his courtyard. The woman's face was extremely beautiful, her temperament was cold and unworldly, and she looked like fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Are you Ci Song?"

Zhuang Diemeng began to look up and down at Ci Song, and then he took out a portrait from his Taoist robe and compared it with Ci Song.

"Yes, you are very similar to Ci Song in this portrait, but you are more handsome in the present life."

"Who are you?"

Ci Song did not relax his vigilance because of the woman's praise. He looked at the woman in front of him with some doubts in his eyes. Although the woman did not show any murderous intent, Ci Song's intuition told him that the woman did not have any good intentions towards him. Perhaps it was not a good thing for her to come to him.

At this moment, the woman suddenly pulled out a slender soft sword from her waist and rushed towards Ci Song. The moment the soft sword stabbed, a sword energy as soft as water first arrived in front of Ci Song. Ci Song's face instantly became solemn. He suddenly stepped back two steps and used his fingertips as swords to block the sword.

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, Ci Song was knocked back several steps by the sword before he stood firm. When he raised his head, the woman had returned to her original position.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking me?"

Ci Song looked at the woman with a hint of vigilance in his eyes. He felt as if he had never seen such a woman before. He didn't understand why this Taoist nun, who he had never met before, suddenly attacked him?

"My master calculated and said that you are my love tribulation. After the love tribulation, my talent will be fully opened. I entered the world to understand this love tribulation. As long as I kill you, this tribulation will no longer appear."

Zhuang Mengdie's talents began to emerge continuously, and the black and white talents were released from her hands at the same time.

"Yin Yang Body Protection Art."

The two completely opposite talents made Zhuang Diemeng's whole body transparent, but her attack became more sharp. The soft sword with messy sword energy kept stabbing at Ci Song.

"Are you sick?"

Ci Song didn't bother to be polite with Zhuang Diemeng. He took out the Shuihan Sword from the jade pendant and used the horizontal sword method to fight the enemy.

"Buzz!"

Swords met each other, the soft sword and the long sword kept colliding, stirring up countless waves of air. The two fought very quickly, and in a short time, the courtyard was already in a mess.

"Dang!"

With a crisp sound, Ci Song thrust out a sword, but directly knocked down Zhuang Diemeng's soft sword, and then he slashed at Zhuang Diemeng's shoulder fiercely, and Zhuang Diemeng's face instantly showed a trace of horror.

"Puff!"

Ci Song's sword directly split Zhuang Mengdie's protective aura and slashed her shoulder. Fresh red blood gushed out of her shoulder.

"Ah!"

Zhuang Mengdie screamed and then retreated frantically.

"You... You actually cut me!"

"Are you mentally ill? If I don't cut you, will I die for you?"

Ci Song was speechless. He wanted to teach this nun a lesson, but he didn't expect that this nun would really attack him. She was only at the Juren level, how could she be his opponent?

"But, but if I don't kill you, how can I survive the love catastrophe?"

Zhuang Diemeng's face showed grievance, tears filled her eyes, and even a drop flowed down the corner of her eye.

"Hey, I'm the victim, okay? Why do you treat me as if I bullied you?"

Ci Song looked at Zhuang Diemeng's pitiful appearance and was speechless.

"Woo woo woo."

Zhuang Diemeng squatted on the ground, covered her wound with her right hand, lowered her head and cried.

"What's going on here? I'm the one being attacked, okay? Don't be the first to complain!"

After saying this, Zhuang Diemeng cried even louder, "Wow, Master lied to me. She said I'm the most talented person in Taoism. Even Brother Ziling can't compare to me. Why can't I beat Ci Song?"

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