Before the empress goes dark, adopt her as a villain

On the flying boat to Confucianism, Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er lived together.

The two argued fiercely. Ning Wuxie felt that Xuan'er was only twelve years old now and would have five years to reach adulthood, but Xuan'er said that she was already fifteen, the same age as Ning Wuxie.

Regarding the past three years, the two had a heated discussion, which ended with Xuan'er cheating and hugging Ning Wuxie, saying that she would not let go unless she agreed.

Ning Wuxie really didn't want to compromise, but the way Xuan'er held him at that time... was too bad.

Xuan'er's body was still swaying, and Ning Wuxie could hardly bear it, so he could only agree quickly and let her come down first.

In the end, Xuan'er's age was determined to be fifteen, which meant that Ning Wuxie would marry her in three years.

"Xuan'er, aren't you cheating?"

Ning Wuxie looked at Xuan'er, who was lying on top of her, shaking her head and looking proud, with a helpless expression.

Xuan'er closed her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth, her cute pink face was blushing, with a hint of love, as if she was already imagining the scene when she married Ning Wuxie.

"Just cheating." She hummed.

Ning Wuxie touched her head, but there was nothing she could do.

The flying boat traveled for several days and arrived at Junzi Mountain.

Confucianism, one of the giants in mainland China, is located here.

Junzi Mountain is a not very steep mountain and even only occupies a small part of Confucianism.

Thousands of miles around Junzi Mountain are the territory of Confucianism, from schools for ordinary people to training rooms and sutra-storage pavilions exclusively for Confucian disciples.

Under the bright blue sky, as far as the eye can see, there are high-rise buildings, pine trees, plums and bamboos, decorated with beautiful jade, and green lakes and clear pools.

Luxury comes with elegance, and elegance reflects style.

The flying boat stopped at the foot of Junzi Mountain, Meng Cangran said:

"Brother Ning, this is Junzi Mountain, my Confucian holy land. Please come with me to pay homage to Master first."

Ning Wuxie nodded. After all, this was the first time Meng Cangran had returned to the sect after leaving Confucianism for so long.

He led Xuan'er and followed Meng Cangran up the stone steps of Junzi Mountain to the outside of a simple and unpretentious courtyard.

"Master likes to live in seclusion here when he is not doing business." Meng Cangran stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Ning Wuxie became serious and curious about who Meng Cangran's master was.

Generally speaking, those who live in places like this despite their high status are the bosses among the bosses.

There were footsteps inside the door, and then a creak, and the door was pushed open by a little boy.

"It's Master Meng!" the boy announced inside.

"Let him in."

A hoarse old voice sounded, sounding just like any other old man.

"You didn't join Confucianism when you were young, so you don't have a master. For a while, just call him Mr. Xun."

Meng Cangran stepped in, and Ning Wuxie led Xuan'er behind.

Mr. Xun...could it be that...

While Ning Wuxie was wondering, a short, stooped old man sat up from the wicker chair in front of the house and turned around.

Ning Wuxie was dumbfounded on the spot.

He knows this old man!

If we say that in the previous life, I began to gradually make a name for myself when I was about two hundred years old, and became the true genius of the human race.

Then this old gentleman is a famous figure from the previous era! I just happened to succeed his glory.

The first of the seven sages of Confucianism, Xun Zhu!

Like the Twelve Young Sages, the Seven Sages is also a title within Confucianism, and it is also a level!

Above it are the three sages of Confucianism, but they have long since passed away.

Therefore, the Seven Sages are the de facto rulers of Confucianism!

Meng Cangran's master turned out to be the Confucian boss!

Meng Canran saluted, and Ning Wuxie quickly followed suit and bowed.

Only Xuan'er was still standing stupidly, looking at this inconspicuous old man.

"You girl, you don't bow to Xun Sheng!" said the boy on the side.

Ning Wuxie was startled and quickly went to pull Xuan'er's sleeves, but Xun Zhu in front of her smiled.

"Hey, it doesn't matter. If you don't tell her, how will she know? It's natural and good."

Xun Zhu looked at Xuan'er with a smile, no trace of anger on his face.

Ning Wuxie breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Mr. Xun Zhu had a good temper.

"Cangran, you did a good job." Xun Zhu nodded to Meng Cangran.

"Emperor Xuan Qin has taken the elixir refined from Baize's blood, and he will probably be cured soon."

Meng Cangran breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this:

"It's great, the people can be protected from the war again." He felt very happy.

Ning Wuxie caught the white porridge on Xuan'er's shoulder with the corner of her eyes and was stunned when she heard the word "Bai Ze".

Then I fell into confusion and doubt. Clearly unaware of his role in this whole thing.

After meeting Xun Zhu, Ning Wuxie finally understood why Meng Cangran dared to pat his chest and say that he could become the Twelve Young Masters.

He originally thought that Meng Cangran's master was a big shot and had some influence.

But it’s too big! One vote is worth ten, it’s not fake!

This does not mean that Xun Zhu’s vote has higher weight, but that Xun Zhu’s influence can affect the decisions of other elders!

Xun Zhu turned his eyes to him:

"So you are Ning Wuxie, the one that Cangran keeps praising in the letter."

"He said that you are upright, your character is far superior to your peers, your cultivation is advanced, and you have the demeanor of a gentleman."

Xun Zhu looked at Ning Wuxie with a smile.

"It's all nonsense." Ning Wuxie said modestly.

"Yes, I don't believe it either."

"?"

Ning Wuxie and Meng Cangran raised their heads at the same time, their expressions stagnant.

Xun Zhuru's expression did not change as if he had not seen it, and continued:

"Cangran has an innocent personality and is extremely straightforward. His judgment of people is inevitably distorted. He recommended you, a newcomer, to be the Twelve Young Sages. To be honest, it was a bit inappropriate."

"But as the saying goes, those who seek the best will get the best. If he can evaluate you like this, it shows that you do have merit."

"From now on, you should stay at Confucianism, take on more tasks and learn some courses, so that we can form an evaluation of you."

"The Twelve Young Masters still have a chance, it depends on how you perform."

Xun Zhu smiled meaningfully and winked.

"Mr. Xun teaches sincerely, students should remember it!"

Ning Wuxie was very wise and immediately called himself a student. Confucianism respects teachers and advocates education, and disciples often call themselves students to their masters.

For Xun Zhu to call himself a student is equivalent to recognizing him as a teacher, which is a bit disrespectful.

"Haha, then go and get the Confucian scholar's clothes and token. Cangran, I'll leave it to you."

"This little girl, if she is willing, can be sent to a school to study. If her grades are good, she can also join Confucianism."

After saying this, Xun Zhu waved his hand, turned around and sat back on the wicker chair.

Ning Wuxie and Meng Cangran bowed goodbye, left the small courtyard, and went to the Confucian Sifu Hall to receive the Confucian disciple token and two Confucian long shirts.

From now on in Confucianism, you will have to wear these things.

"Brother Ning, your current status is not enough to live in Junzi Mountain. You can only live at the foot of the mountain. I'm sorry."

"If you want to live in Junzishan, you have to study a series of Confucian courses, then pass the exam and upgrade your grade."

"Study? Exam?"

Ning Wuxie was confused. In his previous life, he had never understood the internal mechanism of Confucianism.

"Yes, every Confucian disciple must study the classics of saints, including the Four Books and Five Classics, and the classics of various Confucian schools."

"There are also the Six Arts of Gentlemen. Although they can only be counted as additional courses, they will also affect your year-end rating."

Ning Wuxie's head was pounding after hearing this. How could he be a twelfth young sage and still have to answer questions?

Can't I just blow them up?

Obviously, this is not optional. There is no martial arts competition in the selection of the Twelve Young Masters.

The results are directly determined by the selection of several levels of Confucian elders.

But this does not mean that cultivation is unimportant. Confucianism will issue many tasks for disciples to complete, most of which involve combat.

The degree of completion of the task will also affect the elder's evaluation of himself.

At the moment, he undoubtedly has the support of Meng Cangran, and only half of Xun Zhu's support, but he has a chance to fight for it.

This is enough. The selection of the Twelve Young Masters is less than a year away, so there is only so much that can be done.

Xun Zhu didn't say anything to death, which means that he only needs to achieve a certain level and exceed the passing line in his heart.

Ning Wuxie led Xuan'er to a small townhouse where ordinary Confucian disciples lived.

"Xuan'er, we've moved again."

Ning Wuxie touched Xuan'er's head and sighed.

"Ah? Can I still sleep with you?" Xuan'er was startled and asked hurriedly.

"sure."

"Oh, all right."