Chapter 1618

Yang Junshan’s visit was clearly outside of Han Zhong Celestial Sovereign’s expectations.

“Haha, Fellow Daoist Han, I have the temerity to pay a visit to Yan Zongsheng, does Sect Saint have the time?” Yang Junshan asked with a smile.

Yang Junshan was actually extremely respectful to Yan Zongsheng. Although Yan Zongsheng was famous within the Confucian for being a good teacher, he did not teach students, but Yang Junshan benefited several times from Yan Zongsheng. First, it was the zither music that spread the word, and then it comprehended the true meaning of “taking in both” within the Righteous Qi.

In comparison to Yang Junshan’s carefreeness, Celestial Sovereign Han Zhong’s expression when he looked at Yang Junshan was evidently a bit complicated. When he saw Yang Junshan coming over, he first respectfully bowed, and said: “Greetings Celestial Sovereign Jun Shan.”

Yang Junshan immediately dodged to the side and said in shock: “Fellow Daoist Han, what are you doing?”

“Rites cannot be wasted!”

After Han Zhong Celestial Sovereign said this, he stood up and said apologetically, “I’m afraid that Celestial Sovereign did not come at the right time. Master is currently not in the Confucian Garden.”

“Not here?”

Yang Junshan was slightly startled and quickly asked, “Does Fellow Daoist Han know where Sect Saint has gone and when he will return?”

“I’m sorry, I …”

Han Zhong Celestial Sovereign only paused for a moment before he shook his head.

Yang Junshan saw a trace of hesitation in Han Zhong Celestial Sovereign’s expression. He understood in the bottom of his heart that since Han Zhong Celestial Sovereign waighteous man, he probably wasn’t too good at lying. The only thing he could do was be inconvenient to divulge Yan Zongsheng’s whereabouts.

Yang Junshan was disappointed, but there was nothing he could do. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a loud laughter coming from outside the Confucian Garden.

“Old Yan, did you get back from the Feng Tian Star Realm so quickly? How was it? Did you find the Mysterious Light of Absolute Beginning?”

The array formation inside the Gui Yuan Garden prevented people outside from finding out Yang Junshan’s identity, but when his Great Luo Wonderland opened, there were still remnants, so the person obviously misunderstood and treated Yang Junshan as Yan Zongsheng.

A person turned around from the side of the bamboo forest with several scrolls under his arm. The moment he saw Yang Junshan, his expression changed: “It’s you?”

Yang Junshan was slightly startled, he did not remember that there was another Confucian Saint other than Yan Xinyuan, but at that moment, a thought flashed through Yang Junshan’s mind, and he came to a sudden realization: “Honored one, are you Liu Zizheng’s Liu Zong Sheng?”

The person threw several scrolls into Han Zhong Celestial Sovereign’s hands. Although his expression remained unchanged, he did not lack etiquette, and said while cupping his hands: “Dao Friend Jun Shan, I did not know that Senior Brother Yan and I would have such a deep friendship, to actually be able to enter this garden.”

Although Yang Junshan had not fought with Liu Zizheng in the battle for the Primordial Purple Qi, the Immortal Celestial Lord who had participated in the battle for the Primordial Purple Qi all had an understanding when they looked back at the battle.

Compared to when Yang Junshan succeeded in seizing the primordial purple energy, Liu Zizheng’s luck was much worse. The primordial purple energy that he had already obtained was actually stolen by someone else at the very last moment.

Yang Junshan could roughly guess where the hostility on Liu Zizheng’s face came from. Even though the other party’s attitude was not too good, Yang Junshan did not take it to heart, and smiled: “Junior originally came here to ask Senior Yan for guidance on some matters, but did not expect that Senior would be looking for the twenty-eighth seat that was about to appear, and coincidentally missed it.”

Amongst the twenty-seven worlds that had appeared in the Starry Sky Great World, there had never been a plane called “Feng Tian”, and judging from the information that Liu Zizheng had unwittingly leaked earlier, he should be searching for the Mysterious Light of Absolute Beginning that could open the plane. Then, there was no doubt that the twenty-eighth plane that was about to be formed should be that abundantly rich world.

Liu Zizheng snorted, but did not continue Yang Junshan’s words. He had roughly understood, because the words he said earlier not only revealed Yan Xinyuan’s whereabouts, but also exposed some of the Confucian’s plans for abundantly rich world, so he was rather impolite: “Then please come back next time, Old Yan will probably not be able to return for a while.”

With that, he no longer paid attention to Yang Junshan and turned to Han Zhong: “These scrolls are scriptures of the sub-saint that I found. These scriptures are at the very least self-depicting the saint’s hands, and all of these are left to Old Yan. According to what he had promised, quickly bring out the copy of Old Yan’s hand to broaden my horizons!”

The work of Saint Qiu!

Yang Junshan’s heart stirred. He, who was originally planning to leave, turned around and returned.

Seeing Yang Junshan going back, Liu Zizheng frowned and asked: “What are you doing back here again?”

Yang Junshan said with a stern face: “Even though I am not a scholar, I have a fortuitous encounter that allows me to see Qiu Sheng’s true identity, who would be willing to miss such an opportunity?”

Han Zhong hurriedly corrected him, “It’s not really a work of art, it’s just a copy of the one teacher was most proud of.”

Of course, Yang Junshan knew that it wasn’t Qiu Sheng’s real work. The most sacred manuscript in Yan Xinyuan’s possession was used up long ago, when they invaded the Nine Heavens back then, in order to defend against the Heavenly Emperor of the Nine Heavens.

Yang Junshan laughed and said: “It is only a copy, and the copy is also the work of Qiu Sheng.

However, Liu Zizheng laughed coldly: “Since Taoist Yang wants to see, why not take it out so that he can broaden his horizons? Can it be that just by looking at it, you can let him learn it?”

A book talisman was different from a talisman. It was a unique method of using words and essays to display power. In the Confucian, they would rather call this method a calligraphy style.

For the same type of writing, the higher the cultivation, the greater the calligraphy skill, and the stronger the power of the writing would be.

However, the same article often required not only the cultivator’s cultivation level and calligraphy level, but also the article’s writing, its content, and even the different cultivators’ understanding of the same article.

Although these scrolls were only a scroll, they were copied from a sub-saint’s true self. Furthermore, during the process of copying, they would often integrate with the person’s own comprehension, thus, even if one did not look at these scrolls, the power of the scrolls might not be inferior to the Immortal Talisman when used against enemies.

Han Zhong Celestial Sovereign was about to take Yan Zongsheng’s copy of Qiu Sheng’s real work, but he was embarrassed to directly take it away, so he placed these scrolls on the stone table in the Confucian Garden.

When Liu Zizheng saw that his gaze was fixated on the scrolls, he teased: “What, does Taoist Yang really have plans to study the art of talismans? Could it be …

Yang Junshan hesitated for a moment, then said: “I am just admiring the few saints in Confucian, I wish to see the true records of their scrolls. Although these are all scriptures, I am still a beginner, at most, I will not reveal any of the secrets of Confucian, would you mind opening these scrolls and let me have a good look?”

Hearing that, Liu Zizheng laughed out loud, and said: “Why shouldn’t I, Confucian, be careful with what you say, Taoist Yang is interested in my Confucian clan, I am extremely happy for you, but how can I just throw the broom away and take it for myself?!”

After he finished speaking, Liu Zizheng took out the scrolls on the stone table and hung them up for Yang Junshan to study.

These words were either majestic, elegant, or simple and unadorned, but there was no doubt that each scroll contained a powerful force that sealed it within.

However, what Yang Junshan wanted to understand was naturally not the true profoundness of the books, but rather, the fact that the Confucian did not pass on his secret, and that Liu Zizheng was seemingly generous and did not know the gist of it. He merely wanted to see Yang Junshan make a fool of himself, but he did not expect that Yang Junshan did not intend to study the books at all, his real goal was to find out the true author of the bamboo scroll in his hand, by comparing the handwriting of the books.

Unfortunately, according to Liu Zizheng, these scrolls contained the three Sub-Sages of the Confucian. Although the conditions of these scrolls were all different, Yang Junshan was sure that the handwriting on the bamboo scroll that he owned was not the same as any of the scrolls.

“How is it, does Taoist Yang have any insights?” Liu Zizheng asked with a faint smile on his face.

Ignoring the ridicule in Liu Zizheng’s words, Yang Junshan’s gaze looked in the direction that Han Zhong Celestial Sovereign had left in, and said, “When will Fellow Daoist Han be able to bring back the true Qiu Sheng’s painting that Yan Zongsheng has copied?”

Liu Zizheng’s face sank, and laughed coldly: “Isn’t Taoist Yang being too ambitious?”

As if he hadn’t heard Liu Zizheng’s words, Yang Junshan’s eyes suddenly shone as he said: “Coming!”

Although Liu Zizheng was furious, and could see that Han Zhong Celestial Sovereign was indeed holding a bamboo scroll in his hand, it made him forget about his previous displeasure. He stared at the bamboo scroll without blinking.

“Is this Old Yan’s copy of the real Qiu Sheng? Old Yan was actually willing to use a bamboo scroll made from jade bamboo as a copy! ”

Although Liu Zizheng said that, but his expression looked impatient.

Just as Han Zhong Celestial Sovereign approached, Liu Zizheng had already snatched the bamboo scroll from him. He muttered to himself, “I wonder how much of the charm this Qiu Sheng had.”

Seeing this, Han Zhong Celestial Sovereign did not mind and only smiled: “According to the agreement between Master and Martial Uncle Yan, this disciple will keep the scrolls that Martial Uncle brought.”

The corner of Liu Zizheng’s eyes twitched when he heard this. Although the copy of the Subsaint’s True Illusions could not compare to this volume of Qiu Sheng’s True Illustrations, it was still something that he had spent a great deal of effort to collect. Now, just to study Qiu Sheng’s True Illusions for a bit, he had to give all of these to someone else.

“Take it away, take it away! Don’t leave it here as an eyesore!”

Liu Zizheng turned his face away and anxiously flung his sleeves.

Han Zhong Celestial Sovereign gave a slight smile and just as he kept the scrolls, Liu Zizheng immediately opened up the bamboo scroll.

Accompanying the “hualala” sound, the bamboo block slowly opened in Han Zhong Celestial Sovereign’s hands. Whether it was Liu Zizheng or Yang Junshan, both of them had their eyes opened wide at this moment.