The next day.
Little Sage Village!
The water of the lake is rippling, and the jungle is full of birdsong and flowers.
On the square, there are Confucian disciples practicing the Six Arts of Swordsmanship.
In the large room of the main hall, rows of wooden tables and seats are placed, and the sound of reading can be heard loudly.
In a bedroom, the sun shines brightly.
The breeze outside the window is caressing gently, and the fragrance of vegetation is lingering, which makes people feel refreshed and very comfortable.
Fu Nian took out the precious Confucian herbs and had just bandaged Gai Nie's injury before he started making medicinal soup again.
Xiaoyaozi is also delivering Qi, blood and Qi to Gai Nie and using the art of rejuvenation to repair his injuries.
"Mr. Gai Nie, the identity of the young man next to you is not simple, right?"
Fu Nian asked tentatively.
"He is Jing Ke's son, Jing Tianming."
"What?"
When Fu Nian heard about Jing Tianming's identity, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth and turned pale with shock.
There were waves in my heart, this is a big trouble!
but……
Thinking of the Soul-Eating Prison, hundreds of schools of thought and major forces came one after another.
Fu Nian said in a deep voice: "Mr. Gai Nie, you two are wanted by the Qin Empire. Our Little Saint Xian Village can protect your safety."
"It's just that during this period, I hope that Little Saint Xian Village can get help from Mr. Gai Nie."
"oh?"
Gai Nie asked: "What happened?"
"It actually made the Little Saint Xian Village feel embarrassed."
Fu Nian didn't hide anything, looked at Gai Nie and said: "Prevent the birth of the Soul-Eating Prison!"
"Can!"
Gai Nie nodded.
He also heard about the birth of Soul-Eating Prison on the way.
Gai Nie reached a cooperation with Fu Nian and took shelter in the Little Saint Xian Manor with Jing Tianming.
Xiaoyaozi, who was escorting him all the way, also stopped at Xiaoshengxian Manor.
As two schools of thought, Confucianism and Taoism have no conflict of interest. Confucianism pays attention to benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom and trust, and goes to and from court to spread Confucian literature.
Taoists do not care about gains and losses in the court, and they are pure in heart and have few desires.
Live peacefully with each other.
Therefore, Xiaoyaozi, as the head of the Taoist sect, came to Xiaoshengxian Manor, and Fu Nian and others respected him as juniors.
The few people were chatting happily, discussing how to deal with the emergence of the Soul-Eating Prison.
"Report!"
"Master of the villa, His Highness Fusu is here to visit!"
But at this moment, a disciple came to report.
"Mr. Gai, senior Xiaoyaozi, please recover from your injuries first and pay attention. I'll take my leave now."
Fu Nian cupped his hands and said, then left.
In the hall, Fusu was already sitting on the table, laughing and chatting with Zhang Liang.
"Master Fusu."
Fu Nian greeted him respectfully: "I didn't know that His Highness came today. He didn't prepare in advance. He came down late and was a little negligent. I hope you can forgive me."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"You're welcome, the owner of the big village. Fusu came here this time to pay his respects to the little saint's village. How can he be blamed?"
Young Master Fusu smiled and waved his hand, being humble and polite.
Seeing this, Fu Nian nodded secretly and was very satisfied with Fusu's words and deeds.
This is the king their Confucians want!
Sitting aside, Fu Nian and Zhang Liang chatted with Fu Su for a few words.
Then Fusu became serious and said in a heavy voice: "I think the two village owners have already learned about the birth of the Soul-Eating Prison."
"Um!"
Fu Nian and Zhang Liang nodded, looked at Fusu, and waited quietly for the next words.
"In addition to thanking Little Saint Xian Manor for coming here this time."
"Fusu also deliberately wants to suppress and close the Soul-Eating Prison. He must not release the murderers, nor allow people with ulterior motives to control the Soul-Eating Prison!"
Fusu's words were heavy but extremely determined.
He must do this!
"For the sake of all the people in the world, for the safety of the people of Li!"
Fusu's eyes were glaring and he said, "Please give me a helping hand at Little Saint's Village!"
This is so!
Fu Nian and Zhang Liang looked at each other, and there seemed to be hope in their eyes.
"Our little Saint Sage Village has planned to do this. Even if His Highness Fusu doesn't say anything, we will still suppress the birth of the Soul-Eating Prison!"
Fu Nian couldn't help but feel a hint of admiration for Fusu, and said passionately.
Zhang Liang also nodded and said: "Yes, His Highness Fusu, please rest assured that our Little Saint Xian Village will advance and retreat together with His Highness Fusu!"
…
It’s almost noon!
Inside the inn!
News about the Little Sage's Villa reached Ying Ziye's ears.
"oh?"
Hearing this, Ying Ziye didn't show too much surprise.
He had long known that Fusu sent Chun Yuyue to visit Xiaoshengxian Manor.
The bad guys under his command also discovered that Fusu had left Xianyang City.
Along the way, he controlled every move and route of the opponent.
"Let's go!"
"Let's also go together to visit the legendary Confucian holy land, Xiaoshengxian Village!!!"
With a faint smile on his lips, Ying Ziye left the inn with Jian Jiu, Yuan Tiangang and others and went to visit Little Saint Xian Manor.
…
About an hour or so!
Inside the Little Sage’s Villa!
"The big owner!"
"The big owner!"
The Confucian disciples rushed into the main hall and said anxiously: "Report to the owner of the village!"
"Ying Ziye, the Eighth Young Master of the Qin Dynasty, came to pay a visit!"
"What!!!"
Fu Nian and others stood up in shock.
Why did Ying Ziye come?
They don't understand.
But Young Master Fusu's expression was very complicated. He didn't know what Ying Ziye's intention was when he came here this time.
Suspicion couldn't help but arise in my heart.
Could it be that he is here to win over Xiaoshengxian Village?
But no matter what, facing the Eighth Young Master of the Great Qin Empire, Little Saint Xianzhuang could not turn him away.
After Fu Nian and others discussed it again and again, they ordered their disciples to invite Ying Ziye in.
Not long after.
in the hall.
Ying Ziye arrived in style, dressed in black robe and holding a silver-white silk folding fan in his hand, which made him look even more extraordinary.
Jianjiu and Yuan Tiangang were guarding from the side.
The dragon walks and the tiger steps, majestic.
Rich aura, sharp sword energy, powerful sword intention, endless majesty emanating from it!
The sleeves were billowing, and there was a strong wind when there was no wind.
even!
The surrounding air was pushed out in an instant, making it difficult for the weak to breathe.
He looked at Ying Ziye.
Fu Nian, Zhang Liang, and Yan Lu rushed over after learning about this.
I just felt my eyes sting, the other person was like a sheathed sword, making it impossible to look directly at him.
Just looking at him, he has a handsome face and elegant demeanor, but he is different from Fusu's gentleness.
Instead, he is majestic and sharp, overlooking the world, disdainful of everything, like a god or demon!
Everyone couldn't help being secretly shocked by Ying Ziye's aura.
It was Ying Ziye who spoke first and smiled loudly.
"Haha, along the way, the water of Little Sage Village is shining, the pavilions, pavilions, water pavilions, rockery pools, beautiful water, and lush vegetation are really pleasing to the eye."
"There is even the sound of Confucian disciples reading loudly, with great righteousness..."
"Xiaoshengxianzhuang is indeed worthy of being a Confucian holy land!"
Fu Nian and others nodded in agreement.
"Alas?"
At this moment, Ying Ziye looked at Young Master Fusu and said in surprise: "Eldest brother is here too?"
Immediately, Ying Ziye put on a smile again and said, "What a coincidence!"
Even though Fusu was feeling extremely unhappy and horrified at this moment, he had no choice but to stand up and say with a smile, "I didn't expect that my eighth brother is here too."
"Ha ha!"
Ying Ziye waved the folding fan gently in his hand and said in a leisurely voice: "This time I came to the East China Sea for a visit. The Little Sage Village is located in Songhai City. As a Confucian holy land, it is quite close."
"Wouldn't it be a pity if we didn't come here?"
Having said this, Ying Ziye waved his sleeves and stopped chatting. He pointed at Jianjiu and Yuan Tiangang behind him and said, "I have a few incompetent men here. I heard that the three villagers of Xiaoshengxian Village My major is extraordinary and my swordsmanship is superb, and I want to compete with the three village owners."
When Fu Nian heard this, he frowned slightly, cupped his hands and said, "The Eighth Young Master naturally has many talents under his command."
"We have been cultivating our moral character here all day long, so naturally we cannot compare with those under the Young Master's command."
"How do you know if you haven't tried it?"
Jianjiu grinned with yellow teeth, smiled innocently, and was eager to try!
Ying Ziye Yanfeng took a step further and said with a sharp edge in his smile: "Master of the village, we have come all the way!"
"What's more, I really want to see what kind of strength the Little Sage Village, known as the Confucian Holy Land, is!"
"Or... Xiaoshengxianzhuang doesn't want to give this young master this face!!!"
