Chapter 127 Repentance

The moment the dagger fell to the ground, Xia Mengying suddenly reached out and grabbed the bright blade in mid-air.

My eyes widened, and I almost stopped her, but swallowed the words back.

After the chilling sound of the blade slicing through her palm, Xia Mengying raised the short blade with her bloodied right hand: "Li Po, Master Zhuang, we can't let Banxianzhuang and Liangjie Tang shed blood over a misunderstanding!"

Cheng Yuankai's eyes drooped slightly, and he didn't say a word, but I said coldly: "Issue another challenge, and see how many times she can catch it!"

Ye Yang glanced at me, stepped forward, and slowly drew the dagger from his thigh.

Ye Yang's attack would inevitably be with qi controlling the sword. Even a divine weapon would be hard to withstand his sword, let alone Xia Mengying's flesh and blood.

But at this time, I couldn't stop.

Even if I said a soft word, it would lead to endless troubles.

I transmitted my voice to Ye Yang: "Hold back a little, don't hurt Xia Mengying too badly."

Before Ye Yang could make a move, someone said unhurriedly: "When friends come from afar, drawing swords and tightening bows, is this the way we Confucianists treat guests?"

Although the other party's voice was gentle, it made me feel a little nervous.

With more than a dozen Di Sha experts from Liangjie Tang and Banxianzhuang present, no one noticed when the other party suddenly cut into the middle of our formation.

What level of cultivation had this person reached?

When I turned my head, I saw an old man in a Tang suit, with his white hair neatly combed, walking slowly with a flower that looked like it had just been picked.

The other party walked up to Xia Mengying: "Girls holding knives and swords have the spirit of heroines, but sometimes they spoil the scenery. I'll give you this little flower."

When Xia Mengying took the flower in a daze, the unique Haoran Qi (righteous energy) of Confucianism gently enveloped her injured hand like water. Although her wound had not healed, it no longer bled.

The old man naturally took the dagger from Xia Mengying's hand and looked at it several times: "A desperate gamble, the blade of the brave. It's a pity, only small courage, not great courage."

The old man turned around with the dagger and walked towards Banxianzhuang: "Yan Xing, long time no see."

The old man in the Tiangang realm standing in the crowd walked out a few steps: "Teacher, is that you?"

"Student Yan Xing, pays respects to his teacher!"

When Yan Xing knelt, everyone in Banxianzhuang knelt to the ground.

The old man laughed and said, "Yan Xing! I don't count as your teacher, and you don't have to perform such a grand ceremony."

Yan Xing was in tears: "No! Once a teacher, always a father. Yan Xing will never forget the teachings of his teacher."

The old man smiled and said, "You are still too attached to etiquette. Get up! Get up, all of you!"

"Thank you, sir!"

As the people from Banxianzhuang stood up one after another, Butcher Wang whispered: "Li Po, be careful! This person is known as: Repentance Master. He is one of the three great Confucian scholars of Confucianism, and can represent Confucianism in terms of status and cultivation."

"He is also famous in Confucianism for being upright and selfless, and unyielding. He doesn't tolerate any sand in his eyes."

Lin Zhao said in shock: "Xiao Chengzi said he would invite him out of the mountains to uphold justice for you. I thought Xiao Chengzi was just talking, but I didn't expect him to actually bring him here."

"This person is a double-edged sword. If you're not careful..."

I really couldn't listen anymore, and at the same time transmitted my voice to several people: "Get ready to run! This is getting out of hand."

"What the hell is Repentance Master, that's just Old Liu, that old bastard."

What great courage and small courage, that's all the nonsense Old Liu spouted to me in Liangjie Tang. His expression when he spoke was exactly the same as now.

Even Butcher Wang, who had reached the Grandmaster realm, almost couldn't help but shout out: "Repentance Master, he..."

Many people from Banxianzhuang looked towards Butcher Wang, but no one found it strange, because they were also in shock.

Butcher Wang gritted his teeth and transmitted his voice: "Is that old thing trying to die? He cultivates the way of ghosts, and he's here pretending to be a great Confucian scholar. Is he crazy?"

I also found it strange.

When Old Liu was alive, the Qing Dynasty had already fallen. At that time, private schools still taught the Four Books and Five Classics, but the imperial examination was gone. Who would study the Four Books and Five Classics to death like in the Ming and Qing dynasties?

Besides, Old Liu was focused on being a staff member, and most of the things he learned had nothing to do with Confucianism. You want to come to Banxianzhuang and deceive people with the *Three Character Classic* and *Thousand Character Classic*?

What a joke?

More importantly, Confucianism cultivates Haoran Qi (righteous energy)!

Old Liu entered Banxianzhuang with that ghostly aura. Wasn't that like a mouse licking a cat's nose – tired of living?

Is this old bastard here to make trouble for me on purpose?

I must beat him to death when we get back!

Just as I was about to run away with Old Liu,

Cheng Yuankai had already walked up: "Banxianzhuang Master Cheng Yuankai pays respects to the Master, Master..."

Yan Xing quickly said: "Master Zhuang, the Master doesn't like red tape, just be casual."

Whether cultivating Confucianism, Buddhism, or Taoism, when reaching a high level, one no longer cares about form, but returns to simplicity.

The real Repentance Master had already reached that state.

Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief. Old Liu was full of tall tales in Liangjie Tang. He didn't have the demeanor of a transcendent master at all.

I was really afraid that he would be exposed!

If he was exposed, he would be standing in the middle of a group of great Confucian scholars, wouldn't he be beaten until there was nothing left?