Lin Che was slightly startled. Wasn't this a little too fast? He had only said one sentence since they met.
Just give it to me directly?
"Lin Che, why don't you thank the Confucian Sage? This pen is the Haoran Demon-Suppressing Pen."
Although Lin Che didn't know what the Haoran Demon-Suppressing Pen was for, she saw the other great scholars' eyes light up. They never left the pen, so it must be a good thing.
No matter what Mu Li Rusheng did, giving him gifts when they met should be to encourage him as a junior.
It's just that the process is a bit simple and crude.
"Thank you, Confucian Saint!"
Lin Che stretched out his hands, and the foot-long brush slowly fell into his palms.
"In the future, students must strictly follow the teachings of the Confucian sages, cultivate their moral character, and spread Confucian scholarship..."
This was originally a very polite statement.
But unexpectedly, Muli Rusheng waved his hand and interrupted Lin Che's words:
"I gave you this pen not to ask you to spread Confucian scholarship. If you want to spread it, there are academies and so many great Confucian scholars and students."
"You're different from them. You carry a murderous aura. You've killed at least 80,000 people, if not 100,000."
"I'm giving you this pen. When you encounter injustice or evil spirits in the future, just kill them directly. There's no need to lecture them on any principles. Just punish the wicked and eliminate the evil! Do you understand?"
hiss--
Lin Che took a deep breath.
He looked at the Haoran Demon-Suppressing Pen in his hand, and then looked at the Confucian Sage Muli in front of him.
Several great Confucian scholars are present, as are a group of students. This is definitely not someone pretending to be a Confucian sage.
I never thought you would be such a Confucian sage...
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