Chapter 26 A Gentleman's Plan, a Gentleman's Mind

If there are a few sects in Lingwu Continent that even Hermit Valley is unwilling to provoke, then Confucianism is definitely one of them.

There are many factions within Confucianism, but they all believe in the ideas of saints. They control the political situation of the five dynasties, reconcile the relationship between the rivers and lakes and the temple, and even dominate the occurrence and end of wars.

Meng Cangran showed the strength of an orthodox descendant of Confucianism, and he must be of great origin. And the elders on the jury had long seen that Meng Cangran's folding fan was a holy-level magic weapon!

There has been no emperor-level strongman in Lingwu Continent for ten thousand years, and the emperor-level magic weapon has also become a legend.

There are rumors that they broke the void with those emperors and went to another world. Some people also say that the emperor's magic weapon can become a world by itself, and it is quietly guarding the emperor's inheritance somewhere in Lingwu Continent.

Anyway, nowadays, holy-level weapons and magic weapons are already the top of the immortal path, and only the world's strong can touch them!

Meng Cangran is certainly not the strongest in the world, but he can hold a holy treasure, even if it is only in a sealed state, it is not to be underestimated!

The elder of the Hermit Valley shouted loudly and announced the result of the game. Many casual cultivators watching the game felt unhappy.

"What? Why did you suddenly stop? It's not over yet!"

"Yes, Meng Cangran obviously hasn't used his magic weapon yet, why did you judge him to lose!"

The onlookers were still unsatisfied and didn't enjoy it. It seemed that they had experienced the end of life.

"Ahem, the verdict has been made. If the two players have any objections, they can come to appeal after the game."

"Next game..."

The elder judges' voice was like thunder, and it suppressed all the voices of discussion as soon as it sounded. He began to call the players of the next duel.

Ning Wuxie turned and walked back to the spectator seat. Meng Cangran on the opposite side seemed to have just woken up from a dream. His face was pale, and he raised his head with difficulty, and his lips trembled.

He seemed to want to say something, but seeing that Ning Wuxie had already walked back to the spectator seat, he could only hurriedly salute the elder judges, catch up with Ning Wuxie, and sit next to him.

"Brother Ning is indeed a young genius, I am willing to admit defeat."

His cheeks were slightly red, as if he was still a little out of breath, but his expression returned to his previous humility, even with a hint of shame.

"Brother Meng, didn't you just not believe that you lost?" Ning Wuxie teased.

"This is exactly why I feel ashamed. In order to compete with Brother Ning, I actually forgot everything and even almost violated the prohibition of my master. It is really not a gentleman's behavior."

Meng Cangran bowed his hands, with a frank face.

"Brother Ning is indeed stronger than me, and I lost."

Ning Wuxie nodded and stopped talking, thinking that Meng Cangran was indeed a bit graceful.

Next to Ning Wuxie was the dark-skinned man who had teased Ning Wuxie crazily before the battle.

At this moment, he was so scared that he dared not even breathe. The duel between Meng Cangran and Ning Wuxie was beyond the imagination of a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage!

Just now, he kept saying that Ning Wuxie was a half-baked one, and thought that Meng Cangran's strength must be average. Now it seems that no matter who he is, he can't last more than half a round in his hands!

And after seeing Ning Wuxie's fight with their own eyes, the crowd of onlookers no longer believed that guy was a half-baked genius.

The cultivators who had just teased Ning Wuxie for the four words "Hang Tao Xiaoxian" now watched Ning Wuxie return to the spectator seats and sit down, their mouths shut tighter than their own doors.

Never provoke him!

After another duel, Ning Wuxie's name was called again.

"Ninth game, Ning Wuxie, against Liu Musong!"

Ning Wuxie stood up and was about to walk into the field, but heard a loud shout from the side.

"I admit defeat!"

He turned around and saw the dark-skinned Liu Musong sitting next to him, his legs trembling and fidgeting.

He looked at Ning Wuxie with a flattering and fearful smile on his face...

The other casual cultivators who were watching were disappointed. Seeing this, the judges had no choice but to say: "Liu Musong admits defeat, the winner of this game is Ning Wuxie."

"The first day of the C District competition is over. The loser today will move to Xiayin Valley D District in a week, and the winner will come at the same time tomorrow."

The judges waved their long sleeves, the barrier dissipated, and the wooden door of the courtyard opened.

The cultivators also left one after another.

Ning Wuxie was anxious to go home to see Xuan'er, but when he walked to the door, Meng Cangran called him.

"Brother Ning! Stay, I have something to discuss with you."

Meng Cangran stopped Ning Wuxie with a smile. He was a cultivator in the middle stage of Concentration, and was defeated by Ning Wuxie, who was in the ninth stage of Refining Qi today. He was about to move into the collective dormitory in Xiayin D District, but he didn't look annoyed at all.

"What's the matter?"

"Brother Ning, you must have inherited the ancient Daxia." Seeing that there were no other cultivators nearby, Meng Cangran spoke directly.

Ning Wuxie was immediately alert, thinking that the knowledge of the Confucian descendants was indeed extraordinary.

Daxia was a unified dynasty in Lingwu Continent ten thousand years ago. Its national martial arts was the magic of stars, and it was even studied to the point of obsession.

In the end, Daxia had a civil war and fell apart into the current five dynasties and countless small countries.

"So what? Daxia has been destroyed for tens of thousands of years, and it can't die anymore." Ning Wuxie said.

"Haha, that's natural. I knew that Brother Ning would not be that kind of crazy Daxia restorationist."

Meng Cangran smiled slightly, then lowered his voice and said: "Brother Ning, you must have inherited the Great Emperor of Desolate Star, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Ning Wuxie's heart was immediately shocked.

The Great Emperor of Desolate Star, he actually knew the name of that emperor!

The last emperor in the history of the human race!

No matter what Ning Wuxie's reaction was, Meng Cangran said to himself: "Although I don't know what the inheritance of that great emperor is, when I saw Brother Ning's skills, I immediately remembered the heroic figure of that great emperor."

Ning Wuxie didn't say anything, just looked at Meng Cangran quietly.

Even though he was shocked by the name of Emperor Huangxing, Ning Wuxie's expression was calm and composed, without any flaws.

"Brother Meng is knowledgeable and experienced, I really dare not compare with him."

"Compared to you, I am just a poor boy from a small slum in Kunyuan Country. I accidentally awakened my physique and was able to embark on the road of cultivation. Otherwise, I would have become frozen bones on the roadside by now."

"What Emperor Huangxing you are talking about, I have never heard of it. I just met an old beggar on my way to wandering, and he passed on this set of skills to me."

"To be honest, even now, I don't know what this set of skills is called."

Ning Wuxie spread his hands, his eyes full of sincerity.

"Really...?" Meng Cangran looked confused.

He also didn't know what the inheritance of Emperor Huangxing was. He just happened to see a sentence or two describing him in the vast Confucian classics, and knew that he used starry sky magic.

The book recorded that he was a star from outer space that fell to the ground and turned into a human form. He had a special physique and created a magical power that could make the entire vast starry sky appear in the plane of Lingwu Continent.

Having reached the emperor realm, he could kill the enemy without any action. In a snap of his fingers, he could trap people in the boundless cold and empty starry sky and wipe them out with the power of time!

When he saw Ning Wuxie using the Wutian Huari Gong in the duel just now, he thought of this emperor at the first time. But now, seeing Ning Wuxie's sincere face, he was a little uncertain again.

As the saying goes, a gentleman is open and honest, while a villain is always worried. Brother Ning is only fifteen or sixteen years old. How could he lie to me?

Am I judging others by my own standards...

Yes, yes, Brother Ning can defeat his opponent across borders. He is a well-deserved young genius. He is devoted to cultivation. Why would he want to play dumb with me? It is me who keeps suspecting him and falls behind!

Self-reflection, Meng Cangran! You need to reflect on yourself!

Meng Cangran thought so, and then believed Brother Ning.

"Well, Brother Ning, I believe you."

"Perhaps when you reach a higher level and become stronger in the future, you can explore his inheritance. It is similar to your skills!"

Ning Wuxie nodded, thinking that it is not similar in different ways, but the same in the same way.

"So Brother Meng, what is the point of saying so much?" Ning Wuxie didn't want to beat around the bush anymore, so he asked directly.

Meng Cangran nodded, rubbed his hands, and said nervously: "Actually, I want to hire Brother Ning to help me do something."

"This is also the reason why I, a Confucian disciple, came to the Hermit Valley despite the taboos."

"The emperor of Xuan Qin, Ying Yan, has suffered a strange death and will not live long. Master used the secrets of heaven to deduce that within a few months, a great opportunity to cure Ying Yan will appear near the Hermit Valley!"

"When Ying Yan dies, the whole country of Chu will take advantage of the chaos to attack. The Confucians don't want to see this happen, so they sent me here!"