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

Chapter 637: Eight Schools of Confucianism.

Li Mu was not annoyed, but found it interesting instead.

I don’t know if it’s because the starting point was too high at the beginning, but Li Mu almost never encountered anyone who jumped out and shouted.

It seems there is also, Lin...Lin Zhaoxing?

He just let it go without saying a word.

Li Mu suddenly began to reflect on whether he was too impatient and did not leave any chance for others.

While thinking, he quickened his pace and passed Mu Zhen and the other two to go to the stage to watch the fight.

What Li Mu didn't notice was that just when he passed by Liu Minglan, a cunning look flashed in the little girl's eyes, and the corner of her mouth curled up into a smile of success.

This scene happened to be seen by Murong Jinxiu. She was stunned at first, and then looked at Li Mu meaningfully.

This disciple of hers is stronger than she was back then.

The construction of the arena is somewhat similar to the Colosseum in Rome.

The viewing seats are divided into three areas: the Hundred Families, the Royal Family, and the common people with relatively good backgrounds.

The staff at the venue saw from a distance that Li Mu came with Mu Zhen. Although Li Mu's outfit was a bit strange, the staff were all professional.

Before Li Mu could open his mouth, he was led to the seat reserved for Confucianists.

There were already several Confucianists sitting there.

Three old men who looked to be in their seventies or eighties were kneeling in front, with four people standing behind them. The youngest was no more than twenty years old, and the oldest should be no more than forty years old.

They were all dressed like Confucian scholars, and just by looking at their positions, one could tell that they were nephews or disciples of the three old men.

This summit was different from the Fengxue Yaji that Li Mu had attended before. Those who were brought into the venue by the elders were all the best in their respective families.

So there are actually not many people coming to each house.

Only the once-popular universities such as Confucianism, Mohism, Taoism and Medicine have had precedents of several people coming here together.

Most of the time, there is a teacher with one or two disciples. Some even have no disciples at all. It would be really embarrassing if the leader of a sect is alone and has no acquaintances.

But there is an exception.

The seat of the strategist.

Su Yuwei, Zhang Hanrui, Li Linger, Chuntao, Die Meng, and the drowsy Lu Jianjia who was surrounded in the middle.

All the women had veils on their faces, but even so, they became the most beautiful scenery in the scene.

I don’t know how many spectators’ souls no longer care about the fight.

There are also some who claim to be romantic and want to come up and chat with her.

However, before he could get close, he was stopped by the stern-faced women who were guarding the surroundings.

At the very front, there stood a large Buddha with her hands on her hips, staring around with a fierce look. Once any suspicious man tried to approach, she would signal him to leave.

If it weren't for the fact that all the people sitting at that table were women, this behavior alone would probably have attracted a lot of criticism.

But there are no fools who can come here today. No one is foolish enough to provoke Madam Lu, the first-rank imperial concubine of the current dynasty.

At this time, Mu Zhen and the other two also came over.

The three great scholars stood up, greeted each other and then sat down again.

It seems that they are not very familiar with each other.

Li Mu was just thinking, is this what they call a gentleman's friendship as pure as water, when he heard one of the great scholars say,

"Zhu Ting, you haven't been to this summit for many years, right? I remember you were a frequent visitor to this martial arts arena back then."

"I heard that Zhu Ting accepted two disciples. I wonder if they are here. Young people should communicate more."

The old man next to him also echoed.

Li Mu frowned slightly and looked at the two of them. At first glance, these words sounded insignificant, but they carried a hint of tension.

"Mu Tou, are you Uncle Mu's relative?"

At this time, Liu Minglan came up to him and asked in a low voice,

"Ever since Uncle Mu accepted a disciple, he has never brought any servants with him. You do have some skills."

Li Mu didn't say anything. Although he wasn't so narcissistic that other girls would remember his voice, he had already pretended to be aloof and he was going to keep pretending.

Liu Minglan didn't seem surprised that she didn't hear Li Mu's reply. She moved closer to Li Mu. Although it was not intimate, it was already a little impolite.

Just now she had an arrogant and naive attitude, but in the blink of an eye she turned into this familiar and outgoing person.

Li Mu was really confused and just wanted to move away to avoid attracting other people's attention.

Then Liu Minglan lowered his voice and said,

"Don't be like this. What happened just now is what happened now. Since you are Uncle Mu's relative, we must unite our forces and not fight among ourselves."

Hearing this, Li Mu paused as he was about to move away. After hesitating for a moment, he asked in ventriloquy,

"What do you mean?"

Of course, this ventriloquism was learned from Ying Yu, but Ying Yu can make that kind of queen-like voice that makes people feel numb.

Li Mu's ventriloquism was not that sophisticated.

It's deep and low, and although it has a bit of bubbling sound, it's more like a throat injury, and it sounds a bit weird at first.

Liu Minglan was obviously stunned for a moment, and then her face turned pale, as if she had been scalded, and she put a long distance between herself and Li Mu.

He looked at Li Mu with astonishment for a long time before his frown slowly relaxed. Although he stood back, he was not as close as before. There was about half a person's distance between them. Then he spoke,

"You know that among our Confucianism, there are actually eight sects among the Twelve Great Confucianists. The faction to which these three old gentlemen belong does not get along with Uncle Mu. You better be careful."

Li Mu felt that this girl was about to say "old thing" just now, and he found her more and more interesting, so he asked,

"I wonder which school Mr. Rujun belongs to?"

Liu Minglan subconsciously raised her head to look at Li Mu. From this direction, she could just see Li Mu's jaw. Her eyes lit up slightly. She turned her head back calmly and said proudly,

"Which school Uncle Mu belongs to is what the teacher belongs to, and you don't even know that!"

Li Mu tilted his head and looked at Murong Jinxiu who was kneeling gracefully beside Mu Zhen.

Although the two were at least two meters apart, Murong Jinxiu's eyes were almost glued to Mu Zhen.

This is not acting at all?

Li Mu savored Liu Minglan's words again, as if to say, "The whole world knows my teacher's feelings, why do you still need to ask?"

Turning to look at Mu Zhen, he saw that he was looking straight ahead with a firm gaze, as if he really wanted to learn something from the young people fighting in the field.

Li Mu raised his eyebrows, and suddenly felt that his teacher didn't seem so serious.

Murong Jinxiu's thoughts are well known to everyone. Mu Zhen did not refuse, and even stayed in the Taiwei Mansion whenever he came to the capital. This was already very strange.

The most outrageous thing is that General Sun doesn't seem to have any objection. I'm afraid there is some unspeakable secret here.

Then, Li Mu suddenly thought of something, and subconsciously asked using ventriloquy,

"I remember that when we forced the old... gentleman to leave the capital, Mr. Rujun made the greatest contribution."

Liu Minglan's little head was quietly moving towards Li Mu, wanting to confirm his identity again.

Unexpectedly, when she heard this, her two little eyebrows immediately frowned. She turned her head sharply, just in time to see Li Mu's face clearly, and her little face turned red.

He quickly turned his back and pretended to be furious, even raising his voice a bit.

"That's all a misunderstanding! Besides, Uncle Mu was also wrong, and he also harmed the teacher..."

"Ming Lan!"