Chapter 153: The Master's Most Hated Sect

Pissed off, the road must still be rushed.

After bidding farewell to Mei Hanxue, they walked up from Dai City for more than half an hour and finally arrived at the Linyi School of Confucianism, the most important school in the world.

The Confucianism School is located in Linyi, a city of 72 immortal mansions, large and small, which are called "cities" because they are so large that it takes a meal to ride a horse from the front gate to the back gate. These seventy-two cities of the Confucianism School have their own functions and are clearly defined by their own hierarchy, and are not the same as the grassroots sects of the Top of Death and Life, which are cooked in one pot. Even for someone like Xue Meng, who hates Upper Fairy World to his core, he was shocked when he stood at the entrance of the city.

Confucianism School.

This is a true statement.

They came to the main city, the Confucianism School's largest city, with its white walls and tiled roof, its four corner towers, its imposing stone queens on the north, south, east and west sides, its main gates painted in gold and red, and its long, endless road of carriages and horses, paved with the finest Qi refining stones, which required nothing to be done. Just by standing on them, you can gather spiritual energy. Although not much is gathered, everyone understands the principle of gathering sand into a tower, so each of these stones can be sold for more than a thousand gold.

Xue Zhengyong exclaims, "It's good to be rich"

Madam Wang then laughed: "Rich do you also want to pave a path of qi refinement at the top of death and life"

"If I could lay a square in each village in Lower Fairy World, the stone would be so full of spiritual energy that the small kids and monsters would not dare to come near it, so if we could lay one in each village, we would be able to hide from the demons when they are too late to clean up." Xue Zhengyong chattered, counted on his fingers and shook his head, "Unfortunately, I can't afford it."

Xue Meng listened and sighed along with her, "The top of death and life, alas, is a bit poor."

"Yes." Xue Zhengyong nodded his head as if he were a monk, "I don't know where the Confucianism School gets so much money, even though they are both monastic."

At this point Chu Wanning, who had not said anything, spoke up: "Your Holiness knows how much it costs for the ordinary disciples of the Confucianism School to get rid of demons, and how much it costs for the people to be commissioned."

"I haven't enquired, how much does it cost"

Chu Wanning then held out four fingers.

"Four hundred silver," Xue Zhengyong's eyes widened, "so expensive."

Chu Wanning said, "Four thousand gold."

""

"The Upper Fairy World is full of wealthy merchants and the School of Confucianism makes it easy for them to make money. Chu Wanning said, but his eyes were soft, "Come on, let's go into the city."

The Confucianism School's Ministry of Ritual has been waiting at the gates of the city all these days, and although they smile at everyone, they know exactly what kind of guests are coming and how much.

The small cultivators who are casual visitors will just accompany them on a tour around and then be taken to their residences, while the small sects with some status will be led to meet the presiding guardian elders who will receive them.

As for the top ten schools of death and life, the Confucianism School did not put on airs and invited them to rest in the warming pavilion, where Nan Gongliu, the head of the Confucianism School, would come to meet the guests of honour when he had finished his work.

In the warming pavilion there was a rich dragon's saliva incense burning, and the soft carpet could almost sink half a foot when you stepped on it, and the pavilion was decorated with delicate camellia flowers, eight of the same colour, called the Eight Immortals, white petals falling with dots of sweet red, that was red make-up, the petal stems dyed with veins of red silk, that was leaning on the fence. Xue Zhengyong could not understand these, but Madame Wang understood that every single one of them was of the highest quality.

Xue Meng did not understand either, but when he saw one of the white camellias in full bloom, with a pair of black star spots on its soft petals, he found it amusing and reached out to touch it.

Chu Wanning said, "Don't move."

"Why?"

Chu Wanning didn't say anything, just shook her head, and Mrs. Wang sighed and said, "Precious eye-catchers, a book like this, can be sold for tens of thousands of taels of gold."

"" Xue Meng retracted his hand with a grimace, then slumped into the upholstered chair.

He thought of the ranking book he had seen at the book stall before, and was angry that he was not among the top 100 young tycoons in the Xianxia sector, but now he felt that the book was true to his word.

One's forehead was literally stamped with a large, blackened word that read

Poor.

But then again, the book had gone somewhere and he had lost it before he had a chance to finish it

After a while, a curtain of red coral and freshwater pearls strung in interlocking strands rattled, and two elegant and dignified women, dressed in the snowy gauze of the School of Confucianism, arrived, one on the left and one on the right, lifting the beaded curtain, eyes downcast and kneeling, their voices like the cries of a warbler.

"Palm Your Mightiness to."

At the end of the sentence, a man in his forties came through the door with a smile. He was plain and somewhat bookish, an ordinary-looking man who would have been lost in a crowd.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Mo Ran, who was sitting there drinking tea, almost spat out his tea

"Oh, Master Xue, Master Xue, I've been looking forward to you coming to the Confucianism School every day, and look, you're here, you're so handsome, you're so dignified, who can be a hero in the world?

Xue Meng :""

Mo Ran :""

The head of the world's number one sect, facing the bottom ten sects, the head of the Top of Death and Life, spared no effort in lavishing praise on him, three "yes" in a row, one more generous, one more impassioned.

He praised Xue Zhengyong with such vigour, and of course Xue Zhengyong was very flattered, smiling and saying, "No, no, Master Nangong is very kind."

"I'm not being polite, but I envy you from the bottom of my heart, Master Xue is a great man of his generation, he is so powerful that he makes people admire him.

Nan Gongliu spoke with such enthusiasm that Xue Zhengyong was still trying to hold it in, but the peacock's tail couldn't hold it in any longer and it unfolded a little: "I dare not, I dare not, haha, hahahaha, Master Nangong is too modest."

Mo Ran did not have any dealings with Nan Gongliu in his previous life, and when he butchered the Confucianism School, the man quickly ran away, and Mo Ran did not bother to pay any attention to such a miscellaneous fish, not caring whether he died by sword and spear or escaped to live the rest of his life in anonymity.

It was the first time in his life that he had met Nan Gongliu in such close proximity, but as soon as he saw his accent, Mo Ran did not like it and lowered his voice to say, "It turns out that the best thing about the master of the world's first sect is his mouth."

When Xue Meng heard him, he agreed with him and whispered, "That's right, when he opened his mouth, he was so eloquent and eloquent that I couldn't even smell the flowers in the room, but only the sweet smell of Nan Gongliu's mouth."

Nan Gongliu has finished praising the old and is now praising the young.

"Oh, if it isn't the pride of heaven, Prince Little Xue."

Xue Meng, the poor young master, is not short of breath.

He arched his hand nonchalantly, " Nangong Master."

"What a hero, handsome and powerful look at this nose, these eyes, tsk, tsk, the spirit is really a tiger's father without a son"

Xue Meng :""

Nan Gongliu turned back to Xue Zhengyong and said, "Brother Xue, I envy you so much. Look, if you look at the world today, which son has half of your son's spirit?

Xue Meng was still indifferent to him, but Nan Gongliu didn't seem to see the distant look on Xue Meng's face, and he poured a load of warm praise on him, knocking the good Little Xue out of his mind.

When he spoke quietly to Mo Ran again, he said something like, "Ahem, this Nangong master is a bit pompous, but he speaks the truth."

"What's the big truth" Mo Ran laughed, squinting at him, "No one would dare to call you number one if you were number two in the world"

"Why, I'm from the Lingshan Mountain Conference."

"That's a tournament, many casual cultivators don't participate, you think the world's elite can really be competed in that small field"

"" Xue Meng's face reddened, and after a moment, muttered indignantly, "Never mind, I know you envy me."

If he had been younger, Mo Ran would have laughed at him again, but now that the words were on his lips, he thought that Xue Meng was just as competitive and self-absorbed as he was, so there was nothing to fight about.

But when he looks up at Nan Gongliu again, the smile in Mo Ran's eyes fades.

There are many kinds of evil people in this world, some of whom are so treacherous and sinful that the whole world would hate to kill them.

But there are some people who are so good that they are not despised by everyone, even though they are so rotten to the bone, with their unstoppable tongue and their ability to slap the horse.

He did not hate Mei Hanxue, he did not hate Xue Meng, he even admired Ye Wangxi and pitied Ye Wangxi.

He hates Nan Gongliu, the kind of ass-kisser who gets down on his knees and licks people's hemorrhoids whenever he has something to offer.

Damn, canker-lickers.

Since Nan Gongliu came in, Chu Wanning has been standing by the window, looking out at the magnificent view of the Confucianism School's neat and tidy premises.

Chu Wanning stood there in the haze, and Nan Gongliu's face was feverishly cordial for a moment before she quickly gathered herself again and headed for the window.

" Master Chu "

Chu Wanning did not look at him, his expression was indifferent, and he said, " Master Nangong, you and I have known each other for a long time."

The fragrant veil, soft as spring water, was whipped into his face by the east wind, causing Chu Wanning to get a little impatient and raise his hand against the annoying thing, saying indifferently, "No need for pleasantries."

Nan Gongliu smiled and said, "I don't mean anything else, but I thought I hadn't seen you for many years, so I came to say hello, that's all. Why do you have to turn people away, Sifu?"

"I'm here for Nangong Si." Chu Wanning still didn't turn his head, "Not for you."

" Nangong Si will be very happy to see you, you didn't take him as a pupil but you were an inspiration to him, he often told me he missed you after you left."

""

Seeing that Chu Wanning had not spoken out against him at last, Nan Gongliu said again, "Sifu, Butterfly Town, when the heavens were split, you went to the righteousness of the world, and the world was impressed. The Confucianism School has prepared 20 Soul Restoring Pills for you, as a token of appreciation for the immortals of the world, please accept them.

" Nan Gongliu ."

Chu Wanning finally looked back at him, but the name had changed. He withdrew his arm from the veil and turned suddenly, his silhouette seeming to melt into the light of the sky.

His eyes were like flaming lightning, his eyebrows frozen with cold frost, his eyes extremely sinister.

"Don't put me on a pedestal, how can a mere school of Confucianism thank me for the immortals of the world who gave you the face."

"The corners of Nan Gongliu's mouth twitched, but the smile on her face did not fall, and she laughed for a long time, "Look, why do you have to do this?"

Xue Zhengyong knew that Chu Wanning and Nan Gongliu were not on good terms, and the whole Xianxia community knew that when Chu Wanning was fifteen years old, Nan Gongliu worshipped him as his guest minister and offered him good food, drink and shelter, as if he were a god. But within a few years, Chu Wanning suddenly fell out with Nan Gongliu in the main hall of the Confucianism School, and the two of them were talking about "Jin Chengchi" and "Shenwu". The two of them were talking about " Jin Chengchi ", " Shenwu ", "the demands of the spirit at the bottom of the lake", "moral righteousness", "long illness" and "madam", and the onlookers were confused anyway.

But as everyone knows, Chu Wanning was furious at the end and shot himself in the foot.

"He was paid ten thousand pieces of gold and had more than a thousand spirit stones and spirit talismans every month, but he did not take a penny and did not want every cent. Standing in front of the hall, he untied his Qiankun pouch from his waist and returned all the remaining money, then with a sullen face, without a word, he took off the jade crown of the supreme master that Nan Gongliu had given him when he was worshipping the guest of honour, scattered his long hair and handed it back to the Master of Ceremonies of the School of Confucianism."

This is a favourite of many storytellers at Lower Fairy World.

Nan Gongliu looked uncomfortable, but he tried to make a point and said to Master Chu: "The Immortal has served our school for so long, even if he has to leave, the money that should be settled must still be settled, and the School of Confucianism does not want to take advantage of people.

Master Chu said, "In the past, I served the temple only to repay the kindness of Madam Yung with a meal. Now that she is dead and your school is at odds with my morality, I have no intention of staying. I am ashamed to take your salary. With these words, I turn away from the School of Confucianism.

Xue Zhengyong originally thought that the storyteller was exaggerating, so he tried to ask Chu Wanning what had offended him about the Confucianism School, but Chu Wanning did not like to talk behind people's backs, so he just shook his head and never elaborated.

But at the moment, it seems that the storyteller's words may not have been true at all.

Seeing that the atmosphere was stagnant, Madam Wang could not help but come out to round up the situation and said softly, " Elder Yu Heng, don't be angry, you've damaged your body" and turned to Nan Gongliu with a bow, " Nangong Your Mightiness, your kindness is appreciated. We appreciate your kindness, but there is no shortage of spiritual stones and precious medicines at the top of death and life, so we cannot accept your Soul Restoring Pill"

"Haha, Madam is right, it is the district that has been ill-considered." Nan Gongliu picked up a step, so he took it in stride and said, " Elder Yu Heng, I am offended, please don't take it to heart, Elder."

Mo Ran watched from the side and said, "This man has been splashed with cold water by his master, but he can still smile so calmly, how impressive.

With this in mind, I bowed my head and took a sip of the Rizhao Xueqing tea in my jug.

Who would have thought that Nan Gongliu would have come to him with a smile on his face while he was drinking his tea?