Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune starts from Tianshi Mansion

Chapter 53 53. Confucian practitioners

Lei Jun was thinking about his own affairs when he suddenly noticed something strange in the water flow.

He relied on the second function of the water-proof golden eyes to observe the outside world through the flood.

I saw someone coming across the mountains and rivers in the mountains to the west of Qingxiao Lake.

The torrential flood in front of him actually had limited threat.

The visitor was dressed in Confucian robes and looked like a scribe in his thirties or forties. His clothes were in the wind, his face was pale, but his eyes were sharp.

Lei Jun did not recognize this person, but he knew a young man following him.

Fang Mingyuan belongs to the Fang clan in Jingxiang.

The young man was followed by several servants, who were guarding an embarrassed middle-aged Taoist priest, who turned out to be Qin Tao who had escaped earlier.

Didn't you say Luo Haoran is here? Fang Mingyuan frowned.

The scribe looked at the old Taoist Lu Zhaoqing who was sitting cross-legged in meditation with a surprised expression:

There is a disciple from Tianshi Mansion named Luo Haoran. I wonder where he is now?

Master Nephew Luo has left long ago, and only the old Taoist remains here.

Lu Zhaoqing's eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty, but his face regained his composure and he said slowly: What do you call the layman? Do you have anything to do with Master Nephew Luo? If it's convenient, I can tell you later.

The junior's surname is Fang, his single name is Yue, and he is from Jingxiang.

The scribe looked calm: I came to visit Daoist Luo today because of some grudges between him and Fang's brother Mingyuan.

Lu Zhaoqing took a deep breath: It turns out to be Mr. Fang from the Fang clan in Jingxiang. I'm so disrespectful.

It's just that Pindao had heard a little bit about what happened at the beginning, and Longhu Mountain had already dealt with it.

Fang Yue: Sir, I don't dare take it. Fang's cursive character is Duanfeng, and the Taoist priest can call me cousin.

In addition, the Taoist priest misunderstood my purpose of coming. As you said, the matter on Longhu Mountain has been made public that day. How can Fang continue to pester me?

I came here today to express my gratitude to Luo Daochang for saving Ming Yuan from Xiang Xinjiang.

Hmm...huh?

Lu Zhaoqing was surprised.

Lei Jun, who was observing through his water-proof golden eyes, was also shaken and almost fell upside down from Xuantian Lake.

Even more surprised than them was Fang Mingyuan himself.

Brother Thirteen?! The young master looked at the scribe in disbelief.

The other party met his gaze and said calmly: A gentleman repays kindness with kindness and repays grievance with straightness. How can he repay kindness with grievance?

Fang Mingyuan's eyes straightened: You...

Under the cover of water-proof golden pupils, Lei Jun raised his eyebrows.

A trick?

Or is it that Fang Yue sensed some danger and stopped at the brink?

Lei Jun looked around.

He almost thought that Master Yuan Mobai had arrived, but he didn't notice it, but Fang Yue did.

Several people from the Fang family came from Xishankou, so they should have chosen the corresponding lottery, right?

Lu Zhaoqing didn't know about the fortune, but Fang Mingyuan's reaction made him vigilant again:

This... Mr. Fang is very polite. It's a pity that Junior Nephew Luo is not here at the moment. If Pindao has a chance later, he will definitely bring the message to you.

While speaking, the old Taoist priest's eyes fell on his deputy Qin Tao.

Qin Tao was seriously injured and looked like he was being guarded by the Fang family's servants.

The other party behaves like this, no matter how you look at it, it looks like they are coming with bad intentions.

When we came over, we happened to meet Brother Shensi and his party from the Lin Clan in Jiangzhou. They intercepted and killed Taoist Qin. Well... Taoist Qin introduced the situation of your sect in Qingxiao Lake in detail.

Fang Yue waved his hand and signaled the Fang family servants to hand Qin Tao over to Lu Zhaoqing: Fang persuaded Brother Shensi and the others to leave. As for Taoist Qin, of course, it should be arranged by the Gui sect or the Zixiao sect.

Lu Zhaoqing's complexion changed slightly.

The Brother Shensi mentioned by the other party should be a figure from the Lin clan in Jiangzhou.

Previously, did the Jiangzhou Lin Clan set up an ambush at the Xishan intersection?

Qin Tao probably just ran into their hands.

Then……

Master, disciple...disciple does not... Qin Tao was freed, but when he came into contact with Lu Zhaoqing's eyes, he felt guilty.

The so-called detailed introduction of Lu Zhaoqing, Lei Jun, and Luo Haoran's situation in Qingxiao Lake is to put it bluntly, they are leading the way...

Qin Tao deliberately denied it, and even thought about how to defeat the Fang family.

But under the gaze of Fang Yue, who was as bright and sharp as a mirror, he actually felt that his words were awkward.

The Jiangzhou Lin clan is so bold and reckless, which is beyond Pindao's expectation.

The young man Lu Zhao was old and frail, but his eyesight was still there. When he saw this, he understood most of it.

He waved his sleeves and took Qin Tao aside. He ignored this part for the time being and thanked the scribe instead: Thank you Mr. Fang for your generous help. I am deeply grateful.

But for the sake of caution, the old Taoist priest still did not mention anything about Lei Jun and Luo Haoran.

Taoist Priest, there is no need to be polite. Fang Yue on the other side did not ask further questions. He raised his head and looked at the still surging Xuantian Lake: Taoist priests control floods and relieve sieges, which is an act that benefits the common people. Rong Fang can help. Ming Ming Far away, hard work and experience are rare, come with me.

Lu Zhaoqing's expression changed again.

But before he could stop him, the other party had already led Fang Mingyuan forward.

Fang Yue opened his mouth and chanted in a manly voice:

The clouds are moving, the rain has stopped, the moon is good and the river is bright.

There were gusts of wind around his body.

The breeze blows upward, breaking through the water of Xuantian Lake. Through the water waves, it seems that there is a bright moon hanging faintly in the sky.

Under the moonlight, the raging flood was indeed suppressed.

Lu Zhaoqing watched this scene with fear.

He had already secretly held a thunder talisman in his palm.

But Lei Jun and Luo Haoran, who were in the water, seemed to have disappeared.

This made the old Taoist priest feel strange. At the same time, he lowered his hand slightly in half.

In Xuantian Lake.

Lei Jun continuously offered up his natal wind-riding talisman that was fused with the spiritual power of the night wind stone.

These talismans are all high-grade wind talismans that he drew with Zhu Feng's pen.

Sneaking under the cover of night with the wind, Lei Jun and Luo Haoran, together with the water-proof golden eyes, quietly disappeared into the torrent.

There are towering peaks on the top of the mountain, and half of them are cut away by the turbulent flow of spiritual energy.

At this moment, Lei and Jun used the remaining rocks to cover their bodies.

Although Fang Yue's cultural energy passed through the water, it could not cover such a large area at one time.

Lei Jun even had the intention to observe Fang Yue's move.

Today was the first time that he witnessed a Confucian cultivator take action, and it was a Confucian cultivator who was above the third heaven realm.

Just like Taoism has different paths of cultivation, Confucianism also has different branches and traditions.

Fang Yue's path of spiritual practice should be in the line of Confucian poetry and chanting.

This is a faction with a long history but is relatively less orthodox and mainstream in the entire Confucian practice system.

By the Tang Dynasty, there was a trend of further development.

The characteristics of the Confucian chanting lineage in actual combat, as Lei Jun said when he was playing games on Blue Star before time travel, are very similar to the mage profession, and most of them are mage of the fort type.

If a body-refining warrior's entire body is concentrated on his own flesh and blood, then the fighting power of the Confucian chanting lineage is mainly reflected in his soul and thoughts.

Both they and the Taoist Fulu Sect learned from heaven and earth and borrowed the power of nature. The difference was that Fang Yue and others used poetry to arouse the resonance of heaven and earth and mobilize the majestic spiritual energy for their own use.

If we go back to the distant ancient times, the two sides even had intersections, but later they gradually developed into two directions.

An important manifestation of the powerful mind of the soul is its strong and keen perception.

However, comparing Fang Yue's ability to suppress floods, Lei Jun felt that the other party was not actually hunting for people under the guise of flood control.

Lu Zhaoqing watched for a moment and saw that Fang Yue was concentrating on water control instead of searching for people, and his heart finally fell.

Fang Mingyuan lowered his voice: Brother Thirteen, did you just make a fool of yourself with them and look for the Taoist priest named Luo?

Seeing that Xuantian Lake had stabilized and there was no possibility of another outbreak in a short period of time, the scribe temporarily stopped.

There were only two brothers around. Fang Yue turned his head and looked at Fang Mingyuan quietly.

Fang Mingyuan: Brother Thirteen?

Fang Yue calmly repeated what he said before: A gentleman repays kindness with kindness, and repays grievance with straightness. How can he repay kindness with grievance?

Fang Mingyuan was stunned again: Brother Thirteen, you just...

Fang Yue: I don't need to lie to others, let alone you.

The young man across from him suddenly choked up, remembering that he had happily asked Brother Thirteen to come over and find someone to help him. Brother Thirteen just said lightly:

It's time to meet this Taoist Luo.

He had heard that Yuan Mobai was there before and was worried about missing the opportunity. It was the thirteenth brother who told him that Yuan Mobai had a war agreement with others and would not return to the vicinity of Qingxiao Mountain in a short time.

The result turned out to be...

Fang Yue looked at his clan brother and shook his head slightly: Three uncles and three aunts usually dote on you too much. Now you don't even understand the most basic principle of a gentleman staying upright and having more help...

enough!

Fang Mingyuan finally couldn't bear it anymore: Don't think that you have an old-looking face, so you can use yourself as an elder to teach others how to be old-fashioned. You are only two years older than me!

Fang Yue's expression did not change, and he corrected calmly: I am a young and mature person, not a young and old person.

...that’s weird!

Lei Jun and Fang Mingyuan were in the same camp this time, and they all booed.

Because of the earlier incident with Li Ying, Lei Jun had heard that Fang Mingyuan was similar in age to Li Ying, and they were both under 20 this year.

If Fang Yue is really only two years older than him, he is still in his early twenties!

This middle-aged face of thirty or forty years old, you tell me he is twenty? !

When he first appeared, Lei Jun thought that Fang Mingyuan had invited an elder uncle in the clan to help trouble Luo Haoran.

He was ready to lure the other party to Beishan and send a signature to the Fang family.

Later it was said that they were brothers.

Considering that there is a big age difference among people of the same generation in the monastic world, this is not surprising.

But now you tell me, this middle-aged scribe is not even older than me...

But having said that, at such an age, with such a level of cultivation, it is rare in a prestigious family like the Jingxiang Fang Clan, right?

He just looked really anxious... Lei Jun was speechless for a rare moment.

Fang Yue seemed to be used to it and was calm and composed, looking at his embarrassed clan brother Fang Mingyuan:

Age has its own merits, principles have no ins and outs, and those who are wise come first...

boom!!

As Fang Yue was talking, unexpectedly, an earth-shaking loud noise suddenly came from the north.

Everyone was stunned.

Lei Jun also looked towards the mountains to the north.

Is this the fulfillment of the lot signed?

Having said that, there shouldn't be any surprises over there...wait a minute.

Someone from the Lin tribe in Jiangzhou set up an ambush in Xishan and intercepted Qin Tao when he was out.

So, do they have any manpower on the Beishan side?

(PS: The poem in this article comes from Zhang Jiazhen of the Qing Dynasty, When sitting on the moon in Gaowang Gongji Temple, you must know that the Master has arrived from Lei Feng. The whole poem When the Qi is in the wild, the first autumn promotes the weaving. The clouds are moving, the new rain has stopped, the moon is good and the river is beautiful. Ming. Occasionally I meet a monk and talk to him, which makes me feel alive. The cool breeze blows through the quilt of my pillow, and my dream soul is clear this night.)