Ye Zhang led the path straight to the gate, slightly cupped his hands to the two Confucian disciples guarding the door, and said, "I was entrusted by a friend to pay a visit to Senior Yue Zhengzi. Could you please tell me."

"I wonder who you are, and why are you here?"

A Confucian scholar asked with slight curiosity.

Ye Zhang heard this and replied: "I am not worth mentioning the idle people here. I just need you two to hand this thing over to the head of your sect."

As he said that, he took out a letter and handed it to the other party.

A disciple reached out to take it, and then said: "Please wait a moment, I will go in and report."

As he spoke, he opened the door, turned around and entered the villa.

After about a moment, the door slowly opened again, and an elegant young figure walked over slowly.

He was wearing a neat green Confucian robe, neatly dressed, and looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, with a serious and meticulous expression.

After stepping through the gate, he glanced at Ye Zang slightly, then raised his hands and said, "My Confucian Fu Nian, I'm polite. I wonder what I call you?"

The former also returned the favor and said: "I'm downstairs, I'm sorry to bother you today because I was asked by a friend to pay a visit to Senior Yue Zhengzi. If it's convenient, please introduce me to him."

When the young man named Fu Nian heard this, he thought for a moment and then nodded, and then continued: "It turns out to be Mr. Ye. In that case, then just follow me."

"Thank you very much."

Ye Zhang gave a slight salute and thanked him, and then followed the former into the Little Saint's Manor.

After entering the manor and looking around, I saw that there are many waterside pavilions and pavilions, which are full of poetic and painterly meanings. And the corridor built on the shallow water is even more exquisite and dignified.

Ye Zhang nodded slightly. This small sage's village was built with great taste, and there was no sense of vulgarity in its style.

After passing through the corridor and turning around the winding path, they arrived at a bamboo forest in a short time.

These bamboo trees are green and strong. After the slightest spring rain in the past two days, there is a fresh breath in the originally quiet forest.

On the ground, many pointed young bamboo shoots sprouted from the ground, exuding a sense of vitality. Walking on such a path, I couldn't help but feel an indescribable feeling of comfort in my heart.

Ye Zhang opened his mouth and said: "This place has a rather refined feel. I wonder which Confucian eminent person lives here?"

Fu Nian heard the words and replied: "This place is called Green Bamboo Forest. It is the place where Uncle Xun cultivates. The head master happens to be here today when he has some free time."

Ye Zhang's expression changed and he chuckled: "It turns out that I am a disciple of Yue Zhengzi. I am disrespectful and disrespectful."

"Brother, thank you very much."

Fu Nian said modestly, and then continued to lead the way. Only a few people walked through the forest, and a bamboo courtyard appeared in sight. Although the courtyard was not big, it contained a unique charm.

Before arriving at the courtyard, Fu Nian stopped and said, "Master is playing chess with Uncle Xun in the courtyard, so we don't want to disturb you easily. I'll let you know first and ask Brother Ye to wait a moment."

Ye Zhang smiled softly and was about to say something, but at this moment, a voice came from the courtyard.

"It's no wonder that friends come from afar. Two little friends have come from afar, so how can we turn them away? Please come in."

This slightly old voice has a hint of calmness and easy-going, which invisibly calms people's hearts.

After the words fell, Ye Zhan's expression moved slightly. Although this voice did not sound like fireworks, it contained a strange rhythm that seemed to directly lead to the depths of people's hearts.

Based on this alone, you can judge that the cultivation level of the person who spoke is absolutely extraordinary, at least not comparable to his own.

At this time, Fu Nian said: "Uncle Xun invites you, Brother Ye, please come with me."

As he spoke, he slowly opened the courtyard door and led the way.

And Ye Zhang also nodded, and then led the way into the courtyard together.

Stepping into the courtyard, I saw that this place is extremely quiet, with almost no unnecessary decorations. The only embellishments are the grass on the ground and a few flowers and trees that can be seen everywhere.

Looking up, I saw an exquisite and elegant bamboo building. The pavilions and pavilions were all woven from verdant green bamboo. It seemed to be completely isolated from the hustle and bustle of the outside world, and it had a Taoist natural charm.

In the center of the courtyard, two old men were sitting, sitting on both sides of a green bamboo table. On the green table was a chessboard.

Ye Zhang raised his eyes and looked at it slightly.

I saw that these two old men both looked to be over seventy years old, with white beard and hair, wearing high crowns on their heads, and wearing loose blue Confucian robes. They were obviously highly respected seniors in Confucianism.

I guess they are the two most prestigious elders of Confucianism, Master Xun and Le Zhengzi.

At this time Fu Nian stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Disciple pays homage to Master, Uncle Xun."

Master Xun, who was sitting on the left, smiled slightly and said, "Fu Nian's cultivation has improved a lot. It seems that he has been very diligent recently."

Fu Nian cupped his hands and replied: "Uncle Master, your praise is ridiculous. My disciple's qualifications are dull, so I have to practice diligently."

Xunzi smiled and looked at the serious old man in front of him and said, "Fu Nian's humble and respectful character is exactly the same as yours when you were young, senior brother."

Le Zhengzi, who was sitting on the other side, looked unchanged and still looked serious. With a slight movement of his fingers, the chess pieces jumped onto the chessboard as if they were alive.

He said calmly: "The six arts of Confucianism are headed by etiquette. You should be careful in your words and deeds."

Xunzi smiled and said nothing more. He turned to look at Ye Zhang aside and glanced slightly.

For a moment, Ye Zhang felt as if there was a strange force passing through his body. In just one breath, he felt as if he had been seen through everything inside and out.

I couldn't help but feel a little shocked in my heart. This was the first time I had such an unpredictable feeling since I left the Yin Yang family. Even Wuming was not as good as him.

"It's rare to have such a level of cultivation at such a young age."

Master Xun gently stroked his beard and made a slightly appreciative comment.

Le Zhengzi raised his hand, glanced at him, and said seriously: "Where did you learn from? Taoism or Yin-Yang School?"

Ye Zhang said seriously: "Master Chu Nangong."

Hearing this, Le Zhengzi raised his eyebrows slightly, and subconsciously paused with his hand movements, as if he had thought of something and said softly: "Nangong, um..."

I think at the beginning he regarded himself as orthodox Confucianism and Taoism, and he looked down upon the Yin-Yang family, a branch of Taoism, until one day he met Chu Nan Gong.
Chapter completed!