Chapter 541 Why Don’t I Go Fight Sukuna? That Way I Have a Better Chance of Winning.

Ci Song and Mo Yao looked at each other without saying a word, and followed the maid to the guest room prepared by Zhang Wanzhi for them.

The two rooms were next to each other. When they opened the door, the room was not too big, but very elegant. Whether it was the furnishings or the decorations, it revealed a kind of elegance of literati. In the middle was an altar, which was filled with some papers and pens, and a stack of books that looked very simple. On the left and right sides of the altar, there was a wooden chair. There was a bookshelf on each side of the room, which was filled with various books.

"You go down first, Yaoer and I are going to rest." Ci Song said to the maid.

"Yes." The maid nodded, and then left the room, closing the door before leaving.

"Brother Ci Song, is it true that the master is still alive in the world?" Mo Yao asked after Ci Song closed the door.

"I don't know, but my teacher and your teacher sent us a message together, so I think they must have found the trace of our master, otherwise they wouldn't risk going to the sea of ​​boundaries."

"That's true, but the sea of ​​boundaries is full of dangers. Even Confucius was trapped there. The teacher must have found some important clues."

Mo Yao nodded in agreement, and then she raised a new question, "Brother Ci Song, is our master a saint? If he is a saint, why didn't he ascend to the fairyland?"

"I don't know either. My teacher and Grandpa Cuo have never told me, but there is no record of our master becoming a saint in history books. I guess he didn't become a saint."

Ci Song shook his head. He didn't know whether Guiguzi had become a saint. After all, there were very few records of Guiguzi in history.

"But the sub-sage has only lived for two thousand years. As early as three thousand years ago, there were records of Master in history books. Can Master really break through the shackles of time?"

Mo Yao suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart. She had heard from her teacher that Master disappeared when the teacher was a hundred years old. No one knew where he went. Since then, he has not appeared for five hundred years. Now he suddenly appeared. I always feel that there is an inexplicable... coincidence?

Ci Song also had doubts in his heart, but he still explained to Mo Yao: "Do you still remember the guard of the Questioning Hall, Mr. Zhong Meizhong, in the story I told you before?"

"I remember." Mo Yao nodded.

"He is only a half-sage, but he has experienced more than two thousand years. People call this physique the 'immortal body'. Maybe Master is also an immortal body like Mr. Zhong." Ci Song replied.

"But if Master is really an immortal, why did Master leave five hundred years ago?"

"We can only ask the specific reason after the teacher and others come back." Ci Song replied.

"Knock, knock."

Three knocks on the door sounded, and then Sun Buxiu's voice came from outside the door, "Master, there is something urgent to discuss."

"Uncle Sun, just come in."

As soon as Ci Song finished speaking, he saw Sun Buxiu push the door and enter immediately. Seeing his anxious appearance, it was obvious that something big had happened.

"Master, it's not good. This time I'm really in big trouble." Sun Buxiu's tone was full of anxiety.

Ci Song took out a cup, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Sun Buxiu, then handed it to Sun Buxiu and said, "Uncle Sun, take your time to talk, don't be in a hurry."

Sun Buxiu took the tea and drank it all in one gulp, not caring that it was hot. "Master, something happened. I'm afraid your marriage with the young lady will be difficult."

"Difficult? Why is it difficult? Is the royal family playing tricks again?" Ci Song asked puzzled.

After hearing this, Sun Buxiu waved his hand and said, "This matter has nothing to do with the secular world, it's about the master."

Hearing this, Ci Song became even more confused, "My father? Didn't my father say he would leave home for a while? Did he encounter any trouble?"

Sun Buxiu adjusted his emotions, exhaled deeply, and said, "Speaking of which, it is actually the mistakes we made with the master back then, and you, the young master, have to bear the responsibility."

"What mistakes should be borne by Brother Ci Song? What is this? Uncle Sun, can you explain it in more detail?"

Mo Yao only understood half of what Sun Buxiu said, and didn't understand what happened at all.

Sun Buxiu touched his beard a little embarrassedly when he heard this, and said, "Young master, this is actually the case."

Sun Buxiu told Ci Song and Mo Yao all the things he and Ci Qibai, Shang Han and his group did when they were young, which made them stunned.

"Now I know why when I asked the teacher who my father had offended, the teacher listed a lot of people, almost talking about all the philosophers. I thought it was a joke, but it turns out that you really offended all the philosophers."

Ci Song's face fell. It turned out that these uncles and father in the family were really troublemakers back then? Those things they did were a bit outrageous, right? Going to other academies to challenge them was fine, but you also went to their wedding banquets and birthday banquets to mess things up. Who would bear a grudge?

He finally understood why his father had such a bad reputation in the literary world back then. If it were me, I would definitely hate this group of troublemakers.

"Master, we were also young and frivolous back then, and we were suppressed by the academy for too long, so we made this mistake. We have realized our mistakes now." Sun Buxiu replied with some embarrassment.

"So, at my wedding banquet, hundreds of families that you and my father provoked back then will come to take revenge. Then I will face the most talented people of my generation, right?"

Ci Song asked rhetorically, if the geniuses of his generation were only thirty years old when they were still in their thirties, Ci Song still had great confidence in being able to defeat them. After all, no matter how talented they were, they would only be in the Hanlin realm at the age of thirty.

Hearing Ci Song's question, Sun Buxiu's expression became even more ugly, "They are geniuses from various schools under the age of forty, not the same generation as the young master."

"Forty years old? No, in the secular world, a forty-year-old person can call me grandpa, right? Letting people of the grandfather generation beat me is just an old man playing with a naughty boy, isn't it too outrageous?"

Ci Song couldn't stand it anymore. Thirty and forty were completely different concepts. When his father was thirty, he was just a Hanlin, but when he was thirty-seven, he broke through to the semi-saint realm. It is not an exaggeration to say that there is a world of difference. Although he knows that his father's situation is special, it can be said that a great scholar under the age of forty is ordinary. The gap between a Jinshi and a great Confucian is also huge.

"How about I go do Su Nuo? That way I have a better chance of winning."

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