【Old Royal Court】

In the majestic and holy hall, a young man in white appeared out of thin air. The shining bamboo slips in his hand quickly dimmed, revealing his most primitive and ancient true appearance.

"Huh?"

On a throne next to the young man, a beautiful and enchanting woman and the kitten in her arms raised their heads at the same time. They blinked in unison and stared at this "uninvited guest" curiously.

Facing the inexplicably cute eyes of the two of them, the anger in Zhao Yinshun's heart instantly dissipated, and a gentle curve filled the corners of his mouth. However, the next second, his smile froze on his face.

"I heard that you were busy killing Zhongliang and massacring people in Luzhou, why did you have time to come here?"

"…………"

Seeing the master's teasing and charming smile, Zhao Yinshun curled his lips in annoyance.

"Who did you listen to?"

"Those Confucian people [hear what they say], spread it like a nose and eyes, and everyone knows about it."

Pursing his lips and smiling softly, Duanmu Sui stroked the kitten in his arms, leaned lazily on the throne, and murmured carelessly.

"Luzhou is the stronghold of Confucianism, and you are their favorite 'tyrant' who is famous all over the world. Be careful that their great Confucianists come to fight with you until your [Dao Heart] collapses."

Speaking of this, Duanmu Sui raised the corners of his mouth in disdain.

"Those rotten scholars like to play this trick of [speaking out to the king] the most. They use others as stepping stones to reap prestige and achieve their own path. Hmm, they are a group of people who are just trying to gain fame."

Hearing the master's disdainful words, Zhao Yinshun pondered for a moment, and finally decided to tell the truth.

"Actually, the Confucians have already arrived."

Huh~

Like a lioness protecting her cubs, Duanmu Sui's lazy and confused sexy eyes instantly disappeared, replaced by a shrill and terrifying fierce light.

"A bunch of old dogs! How dare they bully the small ones!!!"

Realizing that Duan Musui was a little too excited, Zhao Yinshun frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to hold her catkins, and comforted her softly.

"Master, I'm fine."

"Shun'er, you are Damin [Zheng Guo Gong], of course they would not dare to openly harm you, but Confucianism is terrible, and they are best at [killing people and killing people]. I was hurt by their [words and swords].

Although the body and soul cannot see any injuries, the [Dao Heart] will be greatly impacted, and may even never recover..."

Holding Zhao Yinshun's hand tightly, Duanmusui pulled him nervously to look at him from side to side. Even Su Lingyi jumped on his head and meowed anxiously.

After confirming that his spirituality was perfect and harmonious, with no obvious abnormality, the man and the cat breathed a sigh of relief.

It was only then that Duanmu Sui discovered that Zhao Yinshun was holding a simple and mysterious bamboo slip in his other hand, and his charming peach blossom eyes were slightly raised.

"What's this?"

Being qualified to be brought into this mysterious space by Zhao Yinshun in person is definitely not something simple. Combined with what the disciple just said, Duanmu Sui already had a vague guess in his heart.

""Zuo Zhuan", Master, gives it to you."

Seeing the smiling disciple handing the ancient bamboo slips to him as if it were a casual gift, Duanmu Sui's pink lips slightly opened and his eyes widened in shock.

""Zuo Zhuan"? Original?"

"It should be the original [Holy Relic], even I can't suppress it in reality."

Subconsciously taking the bamboo slips from his disciple's hand, Duanmu Sui's pupils trembled, and it took him several seconds to suppress his throbbing emotions.

"How did you snatch this thing away?"

"There was a blind person who came up to me and told me that you were a bad teacher. I killed him when I got angry."

"Beheaded...beheaded?"

"Um."

Seeing the disciple's arrogant attitude as if he had killed a chicken casually, Duanmu Sui held his forehead in pain and muttered to himself.

"Who is the great Confucian in charge of "Zuo Zhuan"? How could I forget? By the way, Lian Yuanwei, the Confucian myth who became famous decades ago..."

"Uh, Master, do you have any questions?"

Youyou glared at the innocent-looking disciple, and Duanmusui waved his hands tiredly.

"There's no problem. He bullied the small with his greatness. He was killed by you at his own fault. Since ancient times, there have been many great scholars who have fallen out of favor... If you like to troll others, you must be prepared to bear the corresponding price."

At the end of the sentence, Duanmu Sui pursed his lips in gloating, and then looked at the bamboo slips in his hands with complicated eyes. His fair and plump fingers rubbed the obscure seal characters on it, as if he was looking at some precious treasure.

"But tyrants who massacre 'virtuous' people have to bear the karma of heaven. Except for those [reverse] members of the devil's path who occasionally kill a great Confucian to add to their fun, no serious person wants to be an enemy of Confucianism. They can't win by spraying and spraying, but they don't dare to kill."

kill……"

Suddenly, Duan Musui stopped talking and stared at Zhao Yinshun with strange eyes.

"I forgot, except for the [Demon Path], you warriors killed the most Confucian scholars. You were so angry that you didn't care about karma and retribution. You tore people into pieces at the slightest disagreement. You warriors were seen below Confucian mythology.

Just walk around and call it a nice name, not wanting to associate with vulgar people..."

Hearing this, Zhao Yinshun's face turned dark immediately, feeling that Feng Ping had been harmed.

"Master, I am not a vulgar martial artist!"

"Look at this "Zuo Zhuan" and say it again."

"…………"

"Are you saying you weren't jealous of being sprayed in the eyes?"

Duan Musui gave Zhao Yinshun a charming look and shook his head helplessly.

"You had a bad reputation to begin with, and now it's even more hopeless. I'm afraid that the Confucian saints, with the will of all the people, will take action against you..."

Speaking of this, both the man and the cat looked at Zhao Yinshun worriedly, their two pairs of big watery eyes emitting blurry waves.

Hearing this, Zhao Yinshun smiled nonchalantly.

"All living beings are like floating clouds to me, Master, I don't care."

Listening to the disciple's casual chuckle, Duanmu Sui felt inexplicably excited, and large goosebumps appeared on his white jade skin.

She could clearly sense that the disciple was not trying to show off his strength, but that he looked down on all living beings in this world from the bottom of his heart.

Even, including the supreme saint in the eyes of the world!

What's even more frightening is that he not only looks down on him psychologically, but also scorns the mysterious power of cause and effect.

Even the world can be tampered with, and you have to fear the power of fear!

It is impossible to understand where his extreme arrogance comes from, but Duanmu Sui strangely has no sense of violation, as if he was born to live high in the clouds, overlooking the world, and watching all living beings.

Phew~

Slowly blowing out a breath of fragrance, Duanmu Sui stared at his disciple with eyes moistened with water, with complex melancholy emotions exuding in his pupils.

"Now that you have grown up, you are now Damin [Zheng Guo Gong]. There are some things that you can no longer do casually based on your preferences. You have to be careful about what you do."

"You can't just kill indiscriminately just for the sake of pleasure..."

Tapping the disciple's head lightly with the bamboo slip in his hand, Duanmu Sui suddenly froze and his eyes became even more sad.

"I forgot again, you warriors are the most unbearable. As long as you don't have clear ideas, even the [Emperor] dares to overthrow you."

Hearing her frequent "forgots" and staring at the unusually charming and moist look in her eyes, Zhao Yinshun's heart suddenly tightened.

"Master, you..."

Seeing the calm expression on the disciple's face, Duanmu Sui felt warm in his heart and shook his head with a chuckle.

"I have been in the imperial capital for too long, and my god is a little restless. Now that I have returned to Lingyun Palace, I feel much better."

"Moreover, with this unique realm of yours, I can meet Yiyi and Xiaomin at any time, and I won't be lonely at all."

Zhao Yinshun stroked the top of his head gently, feeling the warmth on his head, but Zhao Yinshun's face was as sinking as water.

Master's [Myth Disease] is getting more and more serious, and I am still helpless to deal with this endogenous change...

Both [madness] and [rationality] are part of her existence. How can they be balanced with human nature?

Seeing his apprentice's heavy expression, Duanmu Sui frowned and ruffled his hair vigorously.

"A little brat who keeps a wrinkled face all day long may turn into an ugly monster!"

Her white and tender fingers forced a forced smile on Zhao Yinshun's face. Duanmusui changed the subject and handed the bamboo slips to him again.

"By the way, you'd better return this "Zuo Zhuan", otherwise the Confucians will not let it go."

Sensing the trace of reluctance in her eyes, Zhao Yinshun shook his head involuntarily.

"Master, this is my gift to you."

"Idiot, this is a sacred object that has been cultivated by Confucianism for many years. It is impossible for people from other paths to pry into its power. Even I..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yinshun stretched out his hand and tapped lightly on the bamboo slips. The original and simple slips instantly disintegrated and exploded into pieces of wooden slips suspended in the air. The mysterious seal characters all over them began to emit a brilliant and holy light.

In the dull eyes of one person and one cat, the seal characters on the wooden tablets turned from virtual reality to words that could not be described in words. They slowly expanded and gradually filled the vast and infinite "Old Royal Court".

Duanmu Sui's eyes flickered, and when she faced any of the ever-changing and writhing divine seal characters, an endless torrent of knowledge poured into her soul, giving her a sense of fulfillment and joy.
To be continued...