My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 249 Wuxin and Bai Ziqing, who share similar interests

The sun is rising.

Zeng Anmin walked out of the house yawning.

"Squeak."

His face froze.

Outside the door, a figure was sitting cross-legged in the yard, sitting very upright.

A faint purple aura was floating around him.

The breath was like a dreamy color, inhaled by his nose and then slowly exhaled.

It was daytime.

The rising sun shone on the Taoist's face, revealing a sense of peace and tranquility.

Handsome guy.

A little bit worse than me, but still considered a handsome guy.

Zeng Anmin touched his chin.

After a long time.

Taoist Wuxin slowly opened his eyes.

"The sky is clear at first, but there are still some things that are unfair in the world."

"I have heard of blacksmiths swinging hammers and sweating, and women embroidering with needles and hiding flowers."

……

The corner of Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched.

"Master Wuxin, get up and eat."

There was a hint of helplessness in his voice.

Yesterday in the space of Tiandaotu, he chatted with people from Tiandao League in the identity of Black Cat Warrior.

He also knew that they wanted to pull him into the Tiandao League.

At the same time, he learned this information that Wuxin highly praised him.

"I have already fasted and don't need to eat."

Wuxin slowly stood up and looked at Zeng Anmin.

There was a hint of fanaticism in those eyes.

"alright."

Zeng Anmin yawned out of boredom and walked towards the main hall.

"Morning, Dad."

Zeng Anmin saw his father as soon as he entered the main hall.

"Ah."

Zeng Shilin had just finished washing up and was reading a book.

Aunt Lin stood up with a smile and pulled out a chair for Zeng Anmin:

"Sit down and eat quickly."

"Okay."

The family started to eat happily.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord."

"I have met Minister Zeng."

Wuxin's figure slowly appeared at the door.

The moment Zeng Shilin saw the Taoist robe on Wuxin, he was slightly stunned.

Then he asked:
"A person from the Dao Sect?"

"Of course."

Wu Xin nodded slightly, twisted his fingers lightly, then smiled and lowered his head:

"The beauty of this world lasts only a few decades."

"Lord Zeng has an imposing and powerful official aura, but there seems to be a dark aura lingering around him."

He raised his head slowly:
"Could it be that Master Zeng has an obsession?"

?

Zeng Shilin frowned.

Then he looked at Zeng Anmin in confusion.

The expression on his face was puzzled.

"your friend?"

Zeng Anmin shrugged:

"He came last night, saying he was my cousin's nephew, and came to visit us on my cousin's behalf."

"Oh?"

When Zeng Shilin heard this, his eyes lit up slightly.

He looked at Wuxin at the door and asked:
"Is Sister Rou all right?"

Sister Rou...

Zeng Anmin searched the memories in his mind.

I remember now, it was my cousin’s nickname.

"Master, everything is fine."

After Wu Xin answered, he looked towards the house.

When his eyes fell on Hu Zi, a smile appeared between his brows:
"Is this child the closest relative of Master Uncle?"

"Ah."

Zeng Shilin nodded slightly, then looked at Wuxin carefully.

Wuxin could naturally feel the doubts in Zeng Shilin's heart.

He took out a jade pendant from his arms and flicked it lightly.

The jade pendant fell on the table as if it was dragged by a light breeze, without making any sound of collision.

When Zeng Shilin saw the jade pendant, his expression became complicated.

"Sister Rou has been in the Dao Sect for nearly ten years."

……

Hearing the depression in his tone.

Aunt Lin quickly changed the subject.

"Master, you have come from afar to visit us. Please sit down and have your meal."

Aunt Lin had a gentle smile on her face and she winked at the maid.

The maid understood and quickly brought a chair to Wuxin.

"Thanks."

Wu Xin did not refuse and sat next to Zeng Anmin.

……

Zeng Anmin glanced at him:
"Didn't you say you've already gone on a fast?"

Wuxin chuckled:
“Fasting from food is not the same as fasting from hunger.”

"Oh."

Zeng Anmin nodded indifferently.

What followed was a conversation between Dad, Taoist Wuxin, and Aunt Lin.

Finished the meal.

Zeng Anmin stood up and walked outside.

"where are you going?"

The figure of Taoist Wuxin followed behind Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Anmin glanced at him:
"Go to work."

"I also want to go with you."

Wu Xin hesitated for a moment, then spoke and looked at Zeng Anmin.

Afraid that he would refuse, she opened her mouth again:

"I am a Taoist practitioner and do not care about worldly matters. I will never delay your official duties."

Having said this, he looked at Zeng Anmin seriously and said:

"If there is any need for me, I am willing to help you."

……

Is this what he meant by his own method?

Zeng Anmin laughed secretly in his heart.

At the end of yesterday’s conversation, everyone in the Tiandao League was discussing how to get Zeng Anmin into the Tiandao League.

The boy said that he had his own way.

That’s it?
Just treat it like a dog-skin plaster and follow me shamelessly?
"Ah."

Zeng Anmin nodded calmly and slowly walked towards the Ningguo Mansion.

Yesterday, only half of the work of confiscating the Ningguo Mansion was done.

Going to finish it all today.

"Second Master!"

Zeng Anmin had just stepped into the Ningguo Mansion.

Many grapes saluted him.

They are all direct descendants of Bai Ziqing.

"Who is this……"

You Tizi glanced hesitantly at Taoist Wuxin behind Zeng Anmin.

"My little follower."

Zeng Anmin replied casually and glanced at Wuxin.

Wuxin's face froze.

He opened his mouth to say something.

But when he saw Zeng Anmin's indifferent look, he swallowed his words back.

"Second Master, please."

……

After arriving at the inner courtyard.

Zeng Anmin looked at the grape farmers who were busy moving things.

He coughed.

"Still no clues?"

Zeng Anmin frowned and looked at the grapes and asked.

He didn't believe that in such a huge Duke's Mansion, there wouldn't be any clues to be found.

It's really hard to justify.

"Report to the Second Master."

You Tizi came out with an embarrassed look on his face, lowered his head and said:

"We also had brothers on duty here last night, but we certainly didn't find what you were looking for."

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.

"alright."

He waved his hand and walked forward.

Wuxin followed him naturally.

"Brother Quan Fu."

Bai Ziqing's voice rang out.

Zeng Anmin turned his head and looked over.

Bai Ziqing was dressed in white, holding a folding fan in his hand, and was walking towards this side calmly.

When he stopped in front of Zeng Anmin.

He glanced at Wuxin in surprise.

"This Taoist priest is..."

Zeng Anmin was about to speak.

Then Wuxin gently pulled out a sharp sword from his back.

He stretched out his fingers and tapped lightly on Qingfeng.

"Ding ~"

"Listen, the sound of the sword falling is the heaven making its move."

After saying that, Wu Xin looked at Bai Ziqing opposite him calmly:

"The world is a chess game with no end."

After he finished speaking, he slowly raised his head and looked up into the sky:

"I am Wuxin, the last disciple of the Sword Sect Master of my Taoist sect."

"May I ask your Excellency..."

The corner of Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched.

Such a familiar line. But...

What he didn't expect was.

After hearing Wuxin's words, Bai Ziqing's face suddenly showed a flash of surprise...

His face suddenly turned serious.

"Uh-huh!!!"

He suddenly closed the folding fan in his hand.

"Drawing a sword and laughing, I go out to travel the world! My ambition can swallow the universe, and my chivalrous spirit can withstand the wind and frost!"

He recited this poem with great charm, his eyes looking disdainful, and he gently clasped his fists towards Wuxin:
"Imperial City Northern Commander Bai Ziqing, courtesy."

Hear his words.

Wuxin's face also suddenly lit up:
"Bai Ziqing..."

Bai Ziqing also looked at him, his eyes were also very bright:
"Wuxin..."

hiss~
Zeng Anmin took a breath of cold air.

No, what are you two doing?!

"Brother Quan Fu, if you know such an extraordinary person, why didn't you introduce him to me earlier?!"

Bai Ziqing looked towards Zeng Anmin.

There was a hint of complaint in the voice.

"Brother Bai, please don't blame me."

"Although I met Du Kang late, a cup of wine can relieve my sorrow."

"I just met Brother Anmin last night."

Wuxin's face was serious as he slowly looked towards Bai Ziqing.

A look of realization flashed across Bai Ziqing's face.

He looked at Wuxin seriously and solemnly:
"Master Wuxin, although this is the first time we meet, Ziqing feels comfortable in his heart and feels like we have known each other for a long time."

"So do I."

Wuxin looked at Bai Ziqing with burning eyes.

"Master Wuxin!"

"Bai Tidu!"

……

Zeng Anmin felt like he was getting goose bumps all over his body.

"You two can keep chatting while I go check out some other places."

Zeng Anmin glanced at the two of them.

Then he walked forward.

His departure was not even noticed by the two.

"Da da da."

Zeng Anmin was walking in a pavilion in the Ningguo Mansion.

He slowly came to the pavilion and sat down.

His eyes became solemn.

"What secrets does the Ningguo Mansion have?"

"All the evidence of crimes committed over the years is nowhere to be found."

“Unusual.”

“Too weird.”

He took a deep breath.

There was a solemn look in his eyes.

He sat in the pavilion and thought for a long time.

Brows furrowed together.

Just when his thoughts were wandering.

A heartless voice sounded:
"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Zeng Anmin slowly looked up.

Wuxin was walking towards this side with a satisfied smile on his face.

It can be seen that he was having a very pleasant chat with Bai Ziqing.

"How can you help with official business?"

Zeng Anmin glanced at him.

"Ah."

Wu Xin raised his head proudly, his chin slightly raised:
“I learned to read at the age of three, entered Taoism at the age of five, practiced Qi at the age of seven, established my foundation at the age of nine, achieved the Golden Elixir at the age of twelve, and realized my Primordial Spirit at the age of eighteen. Now I am twenty-four years old, and have entered the fourth level of Taoism. My life span is eight hundred years.”

"The master can fly freely between heaven and earth on a sword."

"You can use your spirit to investigate everything."

"This world is so big, where can't we go?"

"I am like a wisp of fresh breeze, dancing in the brightest scenery in the world."

"Standing on the top of the mountain, looking down at the vicissitudes of the world..."

"and many more."

Zeng Anmin suddenly raised his head and looked at Wuxin:
"Tell me, what can your spirit do?"

Wu Xin was interrupted by Zeng Anmin, and was stunned for a moment and said:

"The Yuanshen is the magical power derived from the fifth level of our Taoism. When you cultivate to the peak, you can explore the Nine Heavens Palace and smell the Nine Netherworld..."

"What about you? What level have you reached in your cultivation now?"

Zeng Anmin stared at Wuxin.

"With my divine sense spread out, everything within a hundred feet around me cannot escape my control."

Wuxin stood proudly.

"it is good!"

Zeng Anmin stood up suddenly and looked at Wuxin with burning eyes:

"Help me!"

"Check to see if there are any hidden mechanisms in this Duke's Mansion that are difficult for ordinary people to find!"

Wu Xin pursed his lips.

An embarrassed look appeared on his face.

He looked around and then whispered:

"To expand the divine consciousness, one needs to summon the primordial spirit, but my Taoist primordial spirit is weak, and in this mortal world, I need a magic weapon to protect my primordial spirit..."

"Moreover, this is in the capital of the Holy Dynasty. The country is prosperous, and there is the Xuanzhen Division to suppress the country. If my soul is out of the body for too long, I am afraid that I will be hurt by the pressure of the country's destiny..."

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath, patted Wuxin's shoulder with his hand, and his face was serious:

"The way of heaven is to reduce the surplus and make up for the deficiency; the way of man is different, to reduce the deficiency and serve the surplus."

“Truthful words are not beautiful, beautiful words are not truthful; good people do not argue, those who argue are not good.”

……

Wuxin took a deep breath.

He took out a pen and paper from his pocket very seriously.

He wrote down every word Zeng Anmin said.

After a long time, he put away the paper and pen.

His eyes were extremely serious:

"But, it just so happens that I have a magic weapon given by my master."

"Protecting the soul is no problem."

"It's up to you!" Zeng Anmin looked at him deeply and said;

"Take a thorough look at the entire Ningguo Mansion!"

"Tell me immediately if you find anything!"

"it is good!"

Wuxin took a deep breath.

Then he sat cross-legged on the ground.

He slowly closed his eyes.

"out!"

As he spoke.

A glass lamp slowly rose from the belt around his waist.

It covered three feet above his head.

As the glass lamp reflects a gentle light.

It enveloped his entire body.

next moment.

Zeng Anmin saw a transparent figure jumping out from Wuxin's purple palace!

The figure flashed by.

Even if Zeng Anmin used all his eyesight, he could no longer see.

He frowned, then mobilized the righteous energy in his body.

"Om."

The righteousness entered his eyes.

Only then did I see it clearly.

Above Wuxin's body.

His soul was seen clearly by Zeng Anmin.

Uh……

Zeng Anmin's old face turned red.

The soul...

Of course there are no clothes.

I accidentally saw Wuxin naked.

His soul stood in the air.

Close your eyes.

It seemed as if thousands of silk threads were slowly extending in all directions.

Zeng Anmin found it boring.

He then put away his righteous spirit.

Then sit here and wait quietly.

After a long time.

The light of the glass lamp became dim.

It was accidentally taken into the mustard seed space.

He also slowly opened his eyes.

"Have you found it?!"

Zeng Anmin flashed in front of him, his eyes solemn.

Wuxin looked up suddenly.

His eyes were fixed on the pavilion.

The top of the pavilion.

There is an extremely complex pattern.

"There is indeed something fishy!"

A heartless voice murmured.

Hear his words.

Zeng Anmin's eyes suddenly lit up.

I’ll just say it!
"Say it."

He couldn't wait to look at Wuxin.

Wuxin stood up slowly.

"Hi~"

His body staggered violently.

Zeng Anmin was quick to support him.

"Beijing is a place of luck and dragon veins, and the consumption of colored glaze lamps is too great."

Wuxin showed a trace of palpitation on his face:
"Master is right. We should not expose our true spirits casually."

He swallowed his saliva in the direction of Xuanzhensi:
"I felt a pair of eyes there, looking at me playfully."

"So strong!"

Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched.

Nonsense, I can see your soul.

Master Xu must be able to sense it as well.

(End of this chapter)