My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 390 So what if I'm a second-rank official? If you mess with me, I'll still kill even a second-rank official!

“The stone marrow drips to form a thousand-year-old green, the pine wind blows away the five-watch bell. This body is not yet a guest who feasts on the clouds, I temporarily borrow the green cliff to lie sick dragon. Brother Bai, this poor Taoist’s line seems to have more artistic conception.”

"Oh? Impressive! Such a transcendent phrase is truly beyond my comprehension! However, I do have one myself."

How about this sentence?

"Impressive! Grand and imposing, truly a martial arts master!"

Wuxin Daoren: "I have one more thing to say, and I hope Brother Bai will appreciate it."

"The secrets of heaven are revealed by the three folds of the yarrow stalks; the calamities are averted by the burning of tortoise shells. I advise you not to interpret the meaning of the River Chart, for to interpret it will lead you astray."

How about this sentence?

Bai Ziqing: "This..."

"With sword in hand and a long laugh, I set out to roam the four corners of the world..."

“Brother Bai already said that,” Wuxin said with a smile as he looked at Bai Ziqing.

"This..." Bai Ziqing was a little embarrassed. He looked to Zeng Anmin for help, but Zeng Anmin seemed to be covering his face at the moment.

"Brother Bai, you don't have it, do you?" Wuxin looked at Bai Ziqing with a puzzled expression.

"Yes!" Bai Ziqing stood tall and straightened his back. He thought for a long, long time, then stammered:

"All...all...hiss...um...this..."

After pondering for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Having fought across three thousand miles, and with a single sword that chills nineteen provinces, you scoundrels, now that you have seen me, quickly surrender!"

Then, he made a rather pretentious appearance.

He drew the longsword from his waist...

"this!!"

Upon hearing this, Wuxin's eyes widened, and he kept muttering to himself:

"He fought across three thousand miles, his sword's light chilling nineteen provinces... How exhilarating!!"

……

……

Zeng Anmin watched the two people in the courtyard putting on airs with a blank expression.

Am I superfluous?
A sense of speechlessness welled up inside him.

He really wanted to crack open their heads and see if they were full of bluffing.
Why do some people in this world like to act so vulgarly?
"Little Wuxin, what are you still doing here?"

A strange voice suddenly rang out.

Zeng Anmin and Bai Ziqing suddenly looked up.

Upon seeing the person clearly, their pupils contracted.

The man was dressed in a gray-blue linen robe stained with moss, as if he were draped in the twilight of the entire Cangshan Mountain.

White hair was tied into a loose bun, with a few withered pine needles tangled among the strands.

His silver beard, hanging down his forehead, was covered with unmelted morning dew, like a wisp of stardust falling from the Milky Way.

The person in front of them was only visible to the two of them!
This is an extremely terrifying thing!

If you close your eyes, you can't feel his presence at all.

But when I opened my eyes, he was indeed standing there!

When did he appear there?
"Great Elder!"

Upon hearing the voice, Wuxin quickly looked towards the person who spoke.

The Grand Elder?!

That second-rank expert from the Sword Sect!
After seeing this person.

Zeng Anmin's heart skipped a beat.

Had I underestimated the second-rank Taoist sect member before?
The main reason is that the sect leader of the Fu Sect is too easy to bully... which makes him look down on the second-rank Daoist sect... no, it can even be said that the entire Daoist sect.

But today, even if it's just a fleeting glance.

Zeng Anmin then knew.

With just this one move, he might die by the other's sword.

The old Taoist priest was now standing silently a foot away.

But what if he appeared silently behind you and stabbed you in the throat?

Thinking of this, Zeng Anmin's eyelids twitched slightly.

"I have come today to find a young man named Zeng Anmin."

The old Taoist priest remained expressionless, his gaze fixed on this direction.

There was a hint of aggression in his eyes.

He said that, but his eyes were on Zeng Anmin the whole time.

It was obvious that he wanted Zeng Anmin to step forward and reveal his identity to him.

"This junior is Zeng Anmin. May I ask what brings you here, senior?"

Zeng Anmin stepped forward calmly, bowed to him, and his eyes were serious.

"So you are Zeng Anmin?" The old Taoist priest raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. "Indeed," Zeng Anmin slowly raised his head.

"The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name..." The old Taoist's gaze sharpened slightly.
"Did you say that?"

Zeng Anmin frowned slightly.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the old Taoist priest:

"That's what I said."

"Explain to this old Taoist what this sentence means," the old Taoist's voice was deep.

…………

Zeng Anmin's expression disappeared.

He looked at the old Taoist priest with a blank expression:

"Who are you? What's your name?"

"What is our relationship?"

……

The old man's face paused slightly at first.

Then a fierce glint flashed in the corner of his eye.

"hehe."

"Our Taoist sect has been out of the public eye for a long time; it seems that no one in this world respects us anymore."

He stared at Zeng Anmin, and a sense of oppression slowly rose from his body.

"Da da da."

The old Taoist's footsteps sounded.

He was getting closer and closer to Zeng Anmin.

……

There is no harm without comparison.

After having just met Master Hongji of Fa'an Temple, if I encounter another rude idiot like this again, I really won't say a word.

"Now you're asking me for advice."

Zeng Anmin looked at him expressionlessly:
Stop acting like you're entitled to everything.

"Do I owe you?"

"And so what if he's a second-rank sage? My father was also a second-rank Quasi-Saint."

Zeng Anmin's voice was tinged with coldness:

"This is my Duke Qi's mansion."

"Your uninvited arrival is already quite abrupt."

"If you arrive and don't introduce yourself, you're considered arrogant."

"What? The eighth disciple of the Confucian Sage, a second-rank Quasi-Sage in Confucianism and Taoism, isn't he worthy of your respect?!"

The more Zeng Anmin spoke, the colder he felt.

He dislikes people who lack a sense of boundaries.
“In this respect, you are not even as good as Wuxin, a junior in your own sect.”

He calmly watched the old Taoist priest approaching.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth:
"What? You want to attack me?"

"Who are you trying to scare?"

"If you don't make a move today and leave this yard, you'll be considered my son."

"sulfuric acid!!"

A sword light suddenly shone brightly.

The old Taoist priest stared coldly at Zeng Anmin, his long sword splitting in two above Zeng's head, then into four, then into eight...

"Elder...this..."

Wuxin originally just wanted to discuss the issue of showing off with Bai Ziqing.

Unexpectedly, the elder immediately clashed with Zeng Anmin upon his arrival.

"If I were to leave today, then my 817 years of life would have been lived in vain."

The old Taoist's voice was extremely cold as he looked indifferently at Zeng Anmin:
"I only asked you one question, and you humiliated me like this... Kid, you lack composure."

It looked as if he were looking at a corpse.

"You still don't realize your mistake..."

Zeng Anmin looked at the old Taoist priest with extreme disappointment.

really.

Incompatible values ​​can be the starting point of conflict, whether in romantic relationships or in interpersonal interactions.

(End of this chapter)