Opening confession to the beautiful master

Zhang Yi started reading from the information of the second generation of Confucian saints. At least he could understand each generation of Confucian saints, which could help him complete the task better.

After reading the information of the previous 17 generations of Confucian saints, Zhang Yi's heart did not fluctuate much. It was nothing more than recording their life stories and quatrains, but could this surprise Zhang Yi?

However, he found a problem. In the history of Confucianism, there was only one female Confucian saint, Beiling.

It was a pity that Zhang Yi did not find any records about the Confucian Saint Pen in it, and did not even mention the Confucian Saint Pen, as if he deliberately wanted to forget the existence of the Confucian Saint Pen.

"Wait... No, Fang Tiancheng said before that the Confucian Saint Pen was transformed by the heroic spirit of the first generation of Confucian saints. Didn't he know the whereabouts of the first generation of Confucian saints?"

Zhang Yi finally realized that something was wrong. Whether Fang Tiancheng was lying to him or Fang Tiancheng got false information, this matter must be clarified.

When Zhang Yi picked up Beiling's information and read it, he found that Beiling's life was also a legend.

Before, Bei Ling practiced swordsmanship, but then she gave up swordsmanship and turned to literature. In just ten years, she became an emperor through Confucianism.

This is also what makes her different from all the Confucian saints. She is the only one who switched to Confucianism halfway through, and she has achieved such a high achievement. Therefore, Bei Ling's status in Wensheng Academy is also transcendent.

"She is really a wonderful woman."

Zhang Yi sighed sincerely, and then walked around the Confucian Saint Pavilion again, trying to find books about the Confucian Saint Pen, but unfortunately he returned empty-handed.

As for other books, they were not of much use to Zhang Yi. He walked out of the Confucian Saint Pavilion, but saw three people still discussing the relationship between Bei Ling and Taoist Qinglian outside the door.

"Daoyou Zhang, how is it? Did you gain anything?"

Fang Tiancheng came up enthusiastically and asked with a curious look on his face.

Zhang Yi shook his head, "But didn't you say before that the Confucian Sage's pen was made by the spirit of the first generation of Confucian Sage? Why do you still say that you don't know the whereabouts of the first generation of Confucian Sage?"

"Friend Zhang, this is a secret of our Confucianism. Anyway, I am not lying to you. No one really knows the whereabouts of the Confucian Sage, and even whether he is dead or alive is unknown."

Fang Tiancheng smiled mysteriously and stopped talking in time.

"Could it be that the first generation of Confucian Sage has three clones?"

For some reason, a figure suddenly flashed in Zhang Yi's mind, and he muttered subconsciously.

But Fang Tiancheng looked stunned and looked at Zhang Yi in shock, "How did you know this? I only knew about this some time ago?"

Fang Tiancheng was stunned. He had clearly learned from Beiling that only the two of them, the master and the apprentice, knew this news.

This is also something that only the contemporary Confucian Sage would know, and it is also a secret of Confucianism.

Seeing Fang Tiancheng like this, Zhang Yi's heart was also filled with huge waves, "It can't be really him, right?"

If the first generation of Confucian saint is really the person in his mind, the shock to Zhang Yi is really great.

"Let's go! Fellow Daoist Zhang, follow me to see the master, this matter is of great importance."

Fang Tiancheng no longer had the heart to gossip, and pulled Zhang Yi to go find Beiling.

And Shen Wangu and Ren Qianchou stared at each other with puzzled expressions on their faces, "What's going on? Didn't you just talk about three clones? Is it necessary to react so strongly?"

They obviously haven't realized the seriousness of the matter.

And Fang Tiancheng then remembered that there were two more people, and turned back, "You two follow me too!"

"Forget it." Fang Tiancheng shook his head and said directly: "The saint said: We should be in front of the master."

Accompanied by a wave of space fluctuations, several people instantly appeared in front of Beiling.

If it were before, Shen Wangu would definitely be envious, but now he sneered and said, "Isn't it just that you are good at talking? My speed is not bad either."

This is clearly sour grapes.

"Why are you so anxious?"

Bei Ling glanced at Fang Tiancheng with some displeasure, how can he be so impatient.

She was still arguing with Taoist Qinglian just now. If she hadn't felt the spatial fluctuations in advance, I'm afraid her relationship with Taoist Qinglian would have been exposed.

"Master, I suspect that Taoist Zhang may be the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints."

Fang Tiancheng glanced at Zhang Yi, his eyes were extremely complicated, he took a deep breath, and said word by word.

Bei Ling also stood up in a flash, put his hands on Zhang Yi, but felt the surging aura on Zhang Yi, but he couldn't see through Zhang Yi's details.

"Tiancheng! The life and death of the first generation of Confucian saints is unknown, be careful with your words!"

Bei Ling frowned and blamed.

The look she gave Zhang Yi became more and more strange. At least she couldn't see through Zhang Yi yet, especially the bottomless literary energy in Zhang Yi's body, which was so terrifying.

"Master, I'm not talking nonsense. I have a basis."

Fang Tiancheng saw that Bei Ling didn't believe him, and he immediately got angry, "Master, didn't you say before that the first generation of Confucian saints had three clones, and only the contemporary Confucian saints would know about it?"

"And just when I didn't say anything, Zhang Daoyou went to the Confucian Saint Pavilion, and came out and asked me if the first generation of Confucian saints had three clones?"

Fang Tiancheng looked very serious and said sincerely.

In addition to the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints, Fang Tiancheng really couldn't think of any other possibilities.

Hearing this, Bei Ling also frowned. Of course, she knew that what Fang Tiancheng said was true, but she just couldn't believe that there would be a reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints.

Taoist Qinglian smiled and joked: "I didn't expect my nephew Zhang Yi to have such a great background."

"The Young Supreme, the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian Sage, both of them are extraordinary existences."

Taoist Qinglian smacked his lips repeatedly, wishing to confirm Zhang Yi's identity as the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian sage.

"Qinglian, don't talk nonsense about this matter, it concerns my Confucianism!"

Beiling warned with a serious look, watching Zhang Yi fall into deep thought.

"Master, if he is not the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian sage, why is he so talented? And you have also seen his reaction at the Wenshengtai. If he is not the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian sage, can he erase everyone's handwriting?"

"I remember that when you entered the Wensheng Academy, there were still dozens of handwritings left, right?"

Fang Tiancheng was extremely excited. If Zhang Yi was really the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian sage, then he, Fang Tiancheng, would definitely be a name that would go down in history.

Zhang Yi listened to Fang Tiancheng's analysis, and even for a moment he almost believed that he was the descendant of the first generation of Confucian sage, but he knew his origins better than anyone else.

He couldn't be the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian sage!

Bei Ling suddenly felt that what Fang Tiancheng said made sense. She had seen Zhang Yi's performance before, especially the quatrain he left on the Wenshengtai. Even she felt inferior to him. If he was not the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian sage, it would be difficult to achieve this.

Especially when Zhang Yi accurately and flawlessly described the three avatars of the first generation of Confucian sage, the shock in Bei Ling's heart could not be described in words.

"Zhang Yi, how do you know that the first generation of Confucian sage has three avatars?"

Bei Ling asked in a deep voice, and a pressure was pressing towards Zhang Yi, forcing him to tell the truth.