I want to be innocent, but they don't allow me

In the distance, at a tea stall on the street corner.

Liangdu was still wearing his worn, white Taoist robe, with a kind smile on his face.

"Master! Isn't this too obvious? Will he believe it?"

The tall and thin man at the side, dressed like a martial artist, tilted his head slightly and whispered to Liangdu.

Liang Du glanced at the tall and thin man, with a playful smile on his face:

"Why do you want to follow this poor Taoist?"

"To follow the Taoist priest is to follow the great Dao!"

The tall and thin man said respectfully without hesitation.

"Do you believe?"

"..."

Hearing Liang Du's words, the tall and thin man's face froze and he opened his mouth but said nothing.

Liang Du did not look at the tall and thin man. He picked up the teacup in front of him, blew away the oil residue in the cup, and said lightly:

"You have desires, but you don't have the power to realize them. My appearance at this time is the only chance you can seize."

As he spoke, Liang Du drank a sip of the tea in the cup, frowned, put the cup down, and said with a smile:

"You don't believe in poverty, you just have no other way."

"I dare not. I sincerely follow you, sir!"

Hearing this, the tall and thin man hurriedly clasped his fists and bowed his head respectfully.

Liangdu glanced at the looks from the people around him and sighed secretly.

He raised his hand and grabbed the tall and thin man's shoulder, and the next moment, the two of them were no longer on the tea stall.

The tea stall owner saw the customers leaving and quickly came over to clean up.

He picked up a copper coin on the table, and an angry look suddenly appeared on his face:

"You can't even afford three cents! And you're trying to learn how to drink tea from others!"

Then a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes again, and he muttered softly: "Strange, what did those two people look like just now?"

"They are two old men. They looked poor when I saw them just now!"

The guest at the next table seemed to have heard what the boss said and said indignantly.

Unexpectedly, the woman next to him frowned, grabbed the man's ear, and said coquettishly:

"Stop playing coy here. I just noticed that you have been stealing glances at those two vixens. With the way you dress, you can tell at a glance that you are not a decent person."

"..."

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The saint's residence.

The competition at the Imperial Archery Range.

Li Mu put one hand behind his back and stood with his head held high, with no emotion visible on his face.

None of the Confucian disciples who came up to challenge Li Mu could withstand a single move.

They were all thrown off the stage without mercy.

"Your Highness seems to be in a bad mood."

Someone in the stands mentioned this.

Then someone responded in an ambiguous tone:

"It must be those courtesans in Yiyefang who didn't serve His Highness well, which made His Highness unhappy."

"You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth! What kind of status does His Royal Highness have? How could he be like you said?"

At this time, a crisp female voice immediately refuted.

What was different from yesterday was that today, a large number of female spectators appeared in the stands.

They were all dressed up beautifully and separated from the male spectators on both sides.

Among them, there are not only young girls in their twenties, but also many middle-aged women with buns on their heads.

After hearing the woman's rebuttal, one of the male spectators immediately said unconvincedly:

"The prince is also a man. I have a cousin who saw the prince in person on the Yiyefang."

"That's right! I saw it with my own eyes, but I didn't know that the man was the Crown Prince at that time."

The man became more and more excited as he spoke, and then he raised his right hand and stretched out three fingers and said:

"If I lie, my wife will run away with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

"Yes! I remember now. After the prince went to Yiyefang, Yiyefang changed six courtesans overnight, and even the head was changed."

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman in her early thirties stood up from the audience and pointed at the man who said he had seen Li Mu in the brothel and cursed:

"Okay, you really did hide some money secretly. Don't think I'll let you off just because you say a few nice words!"

"what?"

"..."

On the ring, Li Mu turned a deaf ear to the farce outside the ring.

As another Confucian disciple was defeated.

The noisy crowd suddenly became quiet, and someone shouted.

"It's the Confucian Master, the Confucian Master is here!"

At this time, an old voice came to Li Mu's ears: "Your Highness, follow me."

Li Mu was slightly stunned. He knew that the leader of Confucianism was called "Master".

But this voice is too familiar.

Li Mu has heard it no less than ten times in the past two days.

"Is this old man the leader of Confucianism? I thought he was a Confucianist, but his inner cultivation is so strong."

Li Mu followed the voice and jumped off the stage.

Amid the envy of everyone, he left the Imperial Archery Range.

"No, this isn't over yet?"

After Li Mu left, someone in the stands suddenly spoke.

"Why bother fighting? Just let them fight for second place."

On the men's stand, there was only a few words of discussion before the crowd fell silent, waiting for the fight to begin.

However, on the women's stands, with Li Mu's departure, 90% of the spectators were gone in an instant.

...

Li Mu followed the direction of the sound and just as he left the archery range, an old man with a hunched back appeared in front of him.

Although he couldn't see the old man's appearance, Li Mu could roughly judge him just by hearing.

The old man should be about 1.65 meters tall and very thin.

"Your Highness, the one you are cultivating is not my Confucian internal energy?"

Hearing the Confucian teacher's question, Li Mu bowed slightly and said:

"Students come to learn from their teachers with their skills."

“It’s not Taoism either.”

The Confucian teacher shook his head and smiled faintly.

"..."

"Let's go... The two prince brothers have really disrupted my Confucian gathering in the snow."

The Confucian teacher smiled faintly and changed the subject.

"Where are we going?" Li Mu asked.

"Study."

Li Mu understood and did not dwell on the fact that the fight was not over yet. He thought for a moment and said:

"Senior, may I go to the third floor to have a look?"

"Your Highness wants to enter the third floor?"

Hearing this, the Confucian teacher was visibly stunned, and his voice tone even rose a few notches.

"Exactly!"

Li Mu said seriously.

"Sir, do you know where the third floor is?"

The Confucian teacher asked.

"The teacher and the students have said so."

Li Mu raised his hand and took off the black silk from his eyes.

Only then did he see clearly the appearance of the old man in front of him.

His body looked like a withered skeleton, his face like a corpse, and his facial features seemed to be squeezed together on his wrinkled face.

The white hair, as dry as dead grass, was casually tied into a bun on the top of the head, with a branch stuck in it at an angle, which looked like a branch picked up from the roadside.

The Confucian teacher looked at Li Mu's ink-black eyes and the sticky black light in the corners of his eyes that seemed to be real.

After a long sigh, he said, "The safety of the Crown Prince concerns the people of the entire Northland. I hope the Crown Prince will think twice."

Then he turned around and left without saying a word.

Seeing this, Li Mu hurried to follow.

The old man's steps were slow, but his speed was very fast.

He was still in the same place one moment, and appeared dozens of meters away the next.

Li Mu was secretly surprised. He did not expect that the Confucian master's lightness skill could achieve the effect of shrinking the distance into an inch.

If it weren't for the "Guarding the Heart" that Li Mu practiced, which was known for its speed, he might not have been able to catch up with the Confucian teacher.

Soon, Li Mu followed the Confucian teacher to a remote place.

In the middle of a huge open space.

A thatched hut stood alone.

At this time, the Confucian teacher suddenly said: "People only know that there is a saint's residence in Qiuzhou City. Little do they know that the real saint's former residence is just a humble hut of this acre and a third of an acre."

Li Mu was slightly startled, rushed into the hut and bowed slightly, then asked:

"Senior, why are we here?"

The Confucian teacher did not look at Li Mu, but pointed in the direction behind Li Mu:

"The study is on the second floor, you can go there anytime."

Then he pointed to the hut and sighed slightly:

"There is a dry well behind the courtyard. Jump down and you will find the entrance to the third floor."

"???"

Li Mu was stunned and looked at the Confucian teacher with a confused look.