The carriage came to the gate of the Sage Manor. Li Si got off the carriage first and walked to Xun Zi. There was no respect in his attitude, as if he was talking to an ordinary person. His tone was extremely flat.
"Teacher, you are here too."
Xun Zi didn't feel that there was anything wrong. He stroked his beard and said, "Lord Li, thank you for your visit this time."
Hearing Xun Zi's words, Li Si already knew that the latter was not inclined to Qin.
"Li Si is a disciple of the Confucian school. You are all my fellow teachers and friends. In the court, you are the leader of the officials. In the world, no one is the king's minister.
At this time, Zhao Gao had already got off the carriage and came to the gate of the Sage Manor. "Lord Li only cares about catching up and doesn't introduce me. Mister Xun Kuang and the three heroes of Qilu are famous all over the world. Zhao Gao has long admired them."
Looking at Zhao Gao's unfathomable eyes, Fu Nian said in a steady tone, "The Prefect of the Imperial Carriage has overpraised. The Sage Manor is just a scholar who doesn't pay attention to the outside world. Those false names are just misinformation."
Zhao Gao's eyes moved from Xun Kuang to Fu Nian. He narrowed his eyes. He couldn't see through the two people in front of him. Their cultivation was probably above him. The Confucian school really hid it deeply.
"The ancient scholars were subtle and mysterious. Mister Fu Nian is the head of the Confucian school. I didn't expect him to understand the true meaning of Taoism."
Just as Fu Nian and Zhao Gao were testing each other, Chu Nangong of the Yin-yang school and Gongsun Linglong of the famous school had also arrived at the gate of the Sage Manor.
Seeing Gongsun Linglong's fat body and her coquettish voice, Zhang Liang resisted the urge to turn his head and nodded slightly.
"His Highness is already at the foot of the mountain. Welcome!"
As soon as the Qin army finished speaking, there was a chaotic sound of horse hooves from the foot of the mountain. For a moment, dust was everywhere.
Then, the fully armed Qin army led two extremely luxurious carriages to the gate, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"His Highness has arrived!"
The carriage stopped and Xun Kuang led the Confucian disciples to salute. Only Zhang Liang was a little hesitant.
In his heart, not only was there hatred for the country, but also for his family. But reason told him that he didn't care, but the Confucian school would definitely be implicated.
In the end, reason prevailed over hatred, and with great difficulty, he knelt on the ground to greet the Emperor.
The Shadow Secret Guard opened the curtains and Fu Su was the first to get off the carriage. Mu Qingxiao and Xiao Yi followed closely behind.
"Fu Nian, the head of the Little Sage Manor, welcomes Your Highness."
Fu Nian raised his head slightly and glanced at Fu Su. When he saw Mu Qingxiao, he quickly said, "Welcome, Your Highness, the Twelfth Prince."
At this time, Fu Nian lowered his head slightly, and his eyes kept changing. He had heard of Mu Qingxiao when she came to Sang Hai half a year ago.
However, the Twelfth Prince, who had disappeared for half a year, actually came to the Sage Manor with Young Master Fu Su, which surprised him.
But when his gaze fell on the luxurious long sword in Xiao Yi's hand, he was slightly sluggish.
Qiu Li!
"Mister Fu Nian, we finally meet." Fu Su's sharp gaze landed on Fu Nian as the assassination attempt from half a year ago appeared in his mind.
Hearing Fu Su's strange tone, Fu Nian knew that the latter was suspicious that the assassination attempt from half a year ago was related to the Sage Manor.
"Young Master, I dare not. This is my Martial Uncle, Mister Xun Kuang."
"Xun Kuang welcomes Your Highness, Young Master, and Your Highness, the Twelfth Prince."
Mu Qingxiao glanced at Xun Kuang. This was the third Foundation Establishment cultivator he had met in this plane.
"Mister Xun Kuang is old and virtuous. There is no need to be formal. Everyone, please rise."
"Thank you, Young Master, for your understanding." Xun Kuang stood up. The moment he saw Fu Su, his pupils shrank slightly, but his face quickly returned to normal.
Fu Su naturally recognized Xun Kuang. He did not expect that the person who saved him last time was the famous Master Xun of the Confucian School. According to Zhang Han, Xing Tianming was the leader of the Mohist rebels wanted by the Empire.
It was unbelievable that Master Xun of the Confucian School and the leader of the Mohist rebels were together. Could it be that the Confucian School really colluded in the assassination attempt at the Sea Moon Villa?
"Old Mister Xun, I haven't had the chance to thank you and that young hero for saving me last time. I have always remembered it."
"Young Master, there is no need to be too concerned." Master Xun stared at Fu Su. He knew that Fu Su was testing him.
"By the way, where is that young man now? Judging from his skills, he seems to have some background."
Fu Su's relentless pursuit gave Master Xun a headache. He naturally could not reveal Xing Tianming's identity. Even if Fu Su knew, he could not admit it.
Otherwise, the Confucian School would be in endless trouble.
"This young man is my chess friend. We played a game before. We only talked about chess, so I do not know much about his background. I do not dare to lie in front of Young Master."
Fu Su stared at Master Xun. Master Xun's expression was calm and did not seem like he was lying. Fu Su did not continue to pursue. "Pass down my orders. Little Saint Zhuang Xun Kuang has done a meritorious deed by saving the Emperor.
Following which, Fu Su looked at Mu Qingxiao and said, "This is my brother. He has come to the Little Saint Manor as a guest. I believe you all do not mind?"
As soon as he said that, Master Xun and the others looked at the unknown Twelfth Prince, Mu Qingxiao.
"It is the Little Saint Manor's honor for Your Highness to come to my humble abode."
Mu Qingxiao restrained his aura and no one could see any flaws. He was the same as Fu Su, an ordinary person without cultivation. However, Xiao Yi, who was following behind him, not only made Fu Nian's eyes turn serious, but Master Xun's eyes were also filled with shock.
Accompanied by the Eight Crows Dance, which represented the highest etiquette, and the six rows of Marquises, Fu Su and Mu Qingxiao slowly walked into the Little Saint Manor.
The willows drooped and the wind blew. Countless lotus flowers were small.
Stepping into the Little Saint Manor's courtyard, the decorations were neat and exquisite. As expected of the Confucian School of the world.
At this moment, a crane's cry came from afar. Mu Qingxiao and the others looked at the tower in the distance.
"The poem says, the crane's cry is heard in Jiugao, and its voice is heard in the heavens. It is a call to recruit talents. If I am not wrong, this tower must be the gathering place of the talents."
Fu Nian stepped forward and said, "Young Master is wise. That is the Little Saint Manor's treasure."
At this moment, Master Xun walked forward and said, "Young Master, Xun Kuang is old and weak. He cannot stand for long. Please allow me to leave first."
Mu Qingxiao's mouth twitched slightly. Xun Kuang was only close to a hundred years old and had a cultivation of Foundation Establishment Level 3. Yet, he said that he was old and weak. Indeed, the older he was, the more cunning he became.
Fu Su turned around and said, "Old Master Xun, Fu Su is already feeling uneasy. Please go ahead."
Looking at Xun Kuang walking towards the treasure, Zhao Gao's expression changed slightly. What a troublesome old man.
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