Peerless Taoist

The carriage drove slowly on the road paved with green bricks, and a simple and elegant stone house with flying eaves and corners appeared in the distance.

There are dense bamboo forests on both sides of the stone road. Several slaves are sweeping the surrounding paths.

Quiet, quiet.

As soon as everyone steps here, they will feel the peace from the bottom of their hearts, as if all their troubles dissipate at the moment.

"General Lu, we can only send you here." several civil servants sent Lu Yu here, saluted and waited quietly outside.

"Thank you."

Lu Yu stepped up the stone steps and looked around from time to time.

If it had not been mentioned by these literary officials, outsiders would never have thought that this place, like a farm, would be the residence of the current Taifu and Wensheng Yihan.

The servants sweeping around turned a blind eye to Lu Yu, as if Lu Yu didn't exist.

Lu Yu suddenly noticed that some vegetables were planted next to the stone house.

A handsome man, wearing a coarse linen suit, rolled up his sleeves and carried a hoe, was cleaning weeds in the field.

Seeing Lu Yu coming, the man put down his hoe and said with a smile, "younger martial brother, you have finally come to Dijing."

The man in front of him was the Fu Zhi Xue who had given Lu Yu the Wen Sheng token in the lower world.

As one of the six ministers of the current Dynasty and a grand scholar of the palace, Fu Zhixue's coarse cloth clothes were full of mud spots, but he seemed not to mind at all and smiled and clapped the dust on his hands.

"I've seen senior brother." Lu Yu saluted.

In any case, these are the people who have saved him before. Lu Yu has clear gratitude and resentment. If others have helped him, he will naturally keep it in mind.

Fu Zhixue said with a faint smile, "there's no need to be polite between our martial brothers. The master has been waiting for you for a long time."

Next to the stone house is a courtyard surrounded by two side rooms, in which a stone mill is placed, and a yellow haired dog lies on the ground with drooping ears. Seeing Lu Yu coming in, he ignored it and still fell asleep.

"Huh? This dog."

Lu Yu suddenly raised her eyebrows.

The yellow dog looks nothing special, but Lu Yu clearly sensed that there is a powerful spirit in the dog's body!

This force can even be comparable to the strong at the Lord level.

"This dog is not an ordinary thing if it can be kept by the literary saint."

Just then, the door of the stone house suddenly opened without wind.

"Come in." a clear voice came from inside.

Lu Yu stepped in and saw that the furnishings inside were very simple, with only a few simple pieces of ancient furniture among them.

An old man in a Confucian robe stood at his desk and spread out a piece of paper in front of the desk, on which only one word was written, "Tao".

At the moment of seeing this word, Lu Yu only felt the roar of his brain, as if everything about himself was controlled by others.

But just for a moment, Lu Yu's mind immediately returned, and his back was already in a cold sweat.

This is the between him and the literary saint. No matter in the cultivation country or the mortal world, a literary Saint image will be erected in all places where he practices the literary Tao and worshipped and worshipped day and night. Over time, the status of the literary saint has exceeded everyone's imagination.

Lu Yu still remembers that in the last life, he entered the imperial capital to find emperor Taiqian to duel. At that time, many princes were present, except Wensheng.