Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 173 - 164

Chapter 173: 164

"Unity of knowledge and action?"

Behind the simple stone hall, the charming young girl stared blankly at the dragon parchment scroll in front of her.

At this moment, the slight redness in her pupils was slowly fading away. This mini cosmos located in the Heart Asking Bell also began to creak.

It was only now that Li Xuan noticed the numerous cracks scattered around him, looking like an internally shattered crystal ball filled with entangling black threads.

But these cracks were clearly healing and disappearing one by one.

"Knowledge is the subject matter of action, and action is the result of knowledge. In my understanding, the so-called unity of knowledge and action means that knowledge and behavior should be unified, moral consciousness and actual actions should be unified, theory and practice should be unified," Li Xuan casually explained, then asked, "Miss, can I leave now?"

There was a growing look of disdain and distaste in the young girl’s eyes: "Such ugly handwriting! It’s like a dog’s scratch."

Li Xuan’s face darkened instantly. He thought his handwriting was decent enough, but it clearly couldn’t be compared with the calligraphy works hanging in the stone hall.

He was left to his own devices since childhood, and once he grew up, he maintained a bare subsistence; where would he find the resources and energy to practice handwriting? His handwriting is already quite good.

"By the way, can I take this scroll out?"

"No, since you have passed, the scroll must stay here for future generations to admire."

At this time, the young girl pointed inside the scroll again: "You need to sign it before you can leave."

Li Xuan felt a chill in his heart, thinking that if his writing methods let people ’admire’, he won’t have the face to see people in the future.

But he had no choice, Li Xuan signed in the corner of the scroll. He wrote seriously this time, thinking that it would look terrible if he couldn’t even write his own name properly.

"Tch! It looks like it was a dog’s, or rather, Tingtian’s scratch."

The young girl clearly harbored resentment towards Tingtian Ao, but she soon put away the scroll. Then she pointed a finger, and suddenly a black seal stamp of unknown material fell from the top of the stone hall into Li Xuan’s hand.

"Take it, this is the emblem of Hufa of Neo-Confucianism."

"Hufa of Neo-Confucianism?" Li Xuan couldn’t help but laugh awkwardly: "Miss, can I not take this seal stamp? The position of protector, I’m ashamed I can’t accept."

By this point, Li Xuan had sorted out his memories of the many illusions he had experienced before. He knew that he was only able to get here because of the power of the Guardian Spirit.

Speaking of his character, Li Xuan was actually quite ordinary, just an average person.

So he really didn’t dare to accept the role of Hufa of Neo-Confucianism brazenly.

"I don’t care if you want the position of the protector or not, I can’t manage it anyway. Of course, I can’t manage that broken seal stamp, it may just follow you. The Artifact Spirit inside is quite fond of you, believing that your Neo-Confucianism cultivation can rival that of Master Yu."

The young girl had a faint expression, then suddenly bit her fingertip and drew a line on Li Xuan’s forehead. She used her sharp fingernail to cut open Li Xuan’s forehead slightly, even in the real world, a line of blood trickled from his brow.

"This is to open the ’Tao-protecting Eyes’ for you. From now on, all demons and monsters in the world will have nowhere to hide from your sight, and you can perceive any impostor among the students of Neo-Confucianism, or villains who confuse Master Yu’s teachings. But you can’t just open the Heavenly Eye, and the broken seal stamp can’t be used casually.

Especially this broken seal stamp, it only works on the disciples of Neo-Confucianism who acknowledge Master Yu, and it’s also recognized by the spirit for Tao-protecting battles. But it seriously damages the spirit and depletes the Yuan Qi, especially as your current cultivation is not high, and you cannot bear its consumption. Rather than using the seal, you could better utilize the summoning technique to let me make a move."

The young girl then waved her hand, seemingly bored: "Go ahead, say thanks to Quan Dingtian for me. He took care of me for over ten years."

Before Li Xuan could say anything else, his vision spun in front of him.

When he came to his senses, he found himself standing on the top floor of Wenxin House.

There were two people facing him, one was Jiang Yunqi with a complex expression, looking at him as if he were a strange creature, the other was a middle-aged man in Confucian attire who Li Xuan didn’t recognize.

The latter smiled at him, saluted with his fist: "I’m Quan Dingtian, Jijiu of Guozi Bureau, greet the new protector."

At this moment, nearly seven hundred Confucian scholars from the Guozi Bureau gathered outside this Wenxin House, respectfully bowing towards the top of the building, "We, the students of Neo-Confucianism, pay our respects to Mr. Hufa!"

Everyone was curious about the identity of this protector on the roof. They were eager for a chance to see his face.

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A while before Li Xuan entered the Heart Asking Bell, outside Earl Chengyi’s mansion, a beautiful young woman in red stepped out of a sedan chair. She stretched her body, then looked up at the plaque.

"Half a year has passed since I returned, I missed it."

But the middle-aged woman next to her with a longsword on her back had a strange look on her face: "I, on the other hand, feel really annoyed. The thought of those chaotic days half a year ago always gives me a headache. Do you have to go against the old lady? For the family affairs of Earl’s mansion, let it be. But for the affairs concerning the second young master, I really don’t think it’s necessary."

When the middle-aged woman said this, there was a look of disdain and disgust in her eyes.

She found her mistress’s little uncle, who is as useless as a dessert, extremely irritating. She felt that the mud on the ground was better than him.