I, Ye Chen, turned out to be a top expert

Luoxianji, Xiao family.

After Xiao Yang and his son returned safely, they sealed the secret room directly. After checking that there were no omissions, the father and son in the secret room finally relaxed and gasped heavily.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with excitement and excitement, their hearts pounding.

After calming down, Xiao Yang's father looked at Xiao Yang and said, "Yang'er, do you know what happened in the sky above Luoxianji today?"

At this moment, Xiao Yang's father's eyes were shining with brilliance as he stared at Xiao Yang, his body trembling with excitement.

"Dad, what happened? Is it something big?"

"After I entered the teahouse, I was shocked by the young master. I didn't know anything. Could it be that something big was discovered today?" Xiao Yang looked at his father solemnly. From his father's tone, he was sure that something big must have happened today.

"Let's not talk about it for now, Yang'er. Do you still remember what the young master looked like today?" Xiao Yang's father stared at Xiao Zhan, his heart extremely excited. Now he wanted to confirm one thing, that is, whether the young master Xiao Yang mentioned had any connection with the figure that appeared in the void. If so, then Xiao Yang would rise from then on.

He would not have thought so originally, but after seeing the rhyme of Confucianism and Taoism, he had to think so.

Seeing his father's expression, Xiao Yang breathed a sigh of relief. It didn't seem like a bad thing, otherwise his father wouldn't be like this. Although he didn't know, Xiao Yang still replied honestly.

"I remember, of course I remember. Your appearance has been engraved into my mind. You must be a master."

When talking about Ye Chen, Xiao Yang's face was full of excitement and awe.

"That's good. Then draw the appearance of that young man for dad to see." Xiao Yang's father said excitedly at this moment.

"Dad, is there something wrong with the young master?"

"Dad wouldn't know the young master, would he?"

Xiao Yang was full of curiosity, not knowing why his father was so excited and wanted to know what the young master looked like.

"Why so much nonsense? Just draw."

Xiao Yang's father couldn't help but scold.

At this moment, he just wanted to confirm whether the young master Xiao Yang mentioned was related to the phantom.

"All right!"

Xiao Yang was helpless.

Although Xiao Yang could not practice cultivation, he had great attainments in calligraphy and painting. He picked up the brush and soon a portrait appeared on the rice paper.

His white clothes are whiter than snow, and he is gentle and elegant, like a banished immortal.

"Yes, that's him."

"Pfft!"

When Xiao Yang was confused, his father knelt down on the ground and bowed to the portrait.

His eyes were filled with awe.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Xiao Yang hurried to help his father.

"Shut up, what do you know?"

"Evil son, kneel down quickly and pay homage to the master."

"This is your chance, you must kneel."

Xiao Yang's father's words were filled with solemnity.

"Dad, tell me why you have to kneel!"

Xiao Yang was still confused.

"Humph!"

"do you know?"

"Did anything unusual happen at today's Luoxianji?" Xiao Yang's father stared at his son and asked for the second time.

"Dad, please tell me what kind of strange phenomenon happened and how it is related to kneeling down to worship the portrait of the young master. I know that the young master must be a great master of Confucianism and Taoism, and his strength must be amazing. He must be a big shot, but we can't kneel down casually." Xiao Yang said stubbornly.

"Humph!"

"Evil son, kneel down!"

Xiao Yang's father's aura burst out, directly suppressing Xiao Yang to his knees.

Only after forcing Xiao Yang to kneel did Xiao Yang's father breathe a sigh of relief.

He said slowly, "Today, an ancient battlefield appeared in the sky above Luoxianji, with thousands of demons running rampant. Those demons were real demons, not the evil demons we know. Those demons came from the demon world, and they were extremely powerful and rampant. The mere shadow of those real demons could make people tremble. But in the strange vision, a shadow appeared, walking in the void, and a pen appeared in his hand. With one stroke, he drew and killed all the demons.

"One stroke destroys all demons."

"Do you know what kind of cultivation that requires?"

"That realm is beyond our comprehension. The figure in the vision is 90% similar to the young master you painted. The remaining 10% is not because they are not alike, but because we cannot see the face of the person in the vision clearly.

Speaking of this, Xiao Yang's father's face was full of palpitations and awe.

"Dad, the young master has been in the teahouse the whole time. It's impossible for him to go out and kill the enemy."

"Don't tell me that one of the young master's clones went to the Demon Realm, and then the scene of the Demon Realm coincidentally appeared in Luoxianji because of the mirage!" Xiao Yang said a little aggrievedly. At this moment, he was still being suppressed and kneeling by his father.

However, at this moment, Xiao Yang already believed in Ye Chen in his heart.

If one is not an almighty being, how could one achieve this? Just a few words can have the rhythm of Taoism, and moreover, the rhythm of Confucianism and Taoism.

"Perhaps, when you were writing, memories came to your mind?"

"How can we speculate on the Supreme Being?"

"Also, why did the young master give you a name?" Xiao Yang's father asked in confusion.

Hearing this, Xiao Yang instantly fell into reminiscence and murmured, "Today, I rented a teahouse and prepared to hold a small literary gathering. I planned to use the opportunity of the gathering to donate some silver to help the people who have been harmed by monsters these days."

"And the young master happened to appear in the teahouse. I saw that he had an extraordinary temperament, like a banished immortal. I was so shocked that I invited him to participate in the literary gathering. He asked me the purpose of holding the literary gathering. I told him that I was going to donate some silver to help the people. Then he smiled and said, "If you are poor, you should take care of yourself; if you are rich, you should help the world..."

"Dad, is it because the young master cares about the people and sees that I cannot practice, so he gives me the Confucian path?" At this moment, Xiao Yang figured it out instantly and opened his eyes wide.

"That's it, that's it!"

"Yang'er, this makes sense. This must be the case. This explains it."

"Confucianism emphasizes benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, trustworthiness, forgiveness, loyalty, and filial piety."

"Your words align with the concept of 'benevolence and righteousness'. It must be that the Master was in a good mood and gave you this opportunity."

"Yang'er."

"Since the powerful man is dressed up as a young master, there must be a reason. Let's call him young master. Although you are not qualified to be his disciple, and he will not accept you as his apprentice, you must kneel. This is the grace of teaching and imparting knowledge. Otherwise, it would be treason, and the Xiao family will not tolerate such a person." Xiao Yang's father's tone was extremely serious at this moment.

"Yes, Dad!"

"I understand. I kneel."

Xiao Yang bowed respectfully to the portrait, muttering, "Thank you, sir, for bestowing the Tao."

After the ceremony, Xiao Yang bowed again to the calligraphy and painting, and then to the table.