I, above the court, angrily rebuked the faint king

"Huh? Why is it so noisy outside the door?"

Zheng Zhou got up and pushed the door open, the tremors of the earth stopped abruptly, and the people outside the door ran around screaming like headless chickens.

"What are you doing?" Zhengzhou was already bored, and seeing this scene, he couldn't help frowning and asked.

The butler Zheng Yuan came over and said anxiously: "Master, leave the Prime Minister's mansion quickly. There was a sudden earthquake just now. I will come to you immediately."

Earth move?

That is an earthquake?

Died due to a natural disaster?

Absolutely!

"Heh, why is there such a fuss about the earthquake? If you want to go, you go, I will stick to the prime minister's mansion." After Zhengzhou finished speaking, he closed the door and went back to the bedroom, waiting for the so-called earthquake with great anticipation.

With the whole wooden structure of Xiangfu, an ordinary earthquake of magnitude [-] or [-] may kill people.

Ordinary earthquakes should have aftershocks, and often the aftershocks are the most dangerous. I hope God will not play tricks on me this time!

Zhengzhou was waiting for the aftershocks in his bedroom.

On the contrary, the underground cave caused another wave of frenzy.

Its momentum is huge, not weaker than the earth shaking and mountain shaking just now.

"Zhengzhou's talent is unprecedented, and there will be no one in the future. Only poetry can fully reflect his talent. Don't argue with me."

"Fart! The Confucian classics use literature to enter Taoism. What does it have to do with poetry? Literature and Taoism are the most suitable for him!"

"May I ask the seed of reading in the world, who doesn't want to look down on the others and despise the world with a single pen?"

"I don't want to! Whatever you say, is it still Lao Tzu's defeat?"

"In terms of bragging, the two of you have already reached the pinnacle, but when have you ever seen a genius who takes the sky and the earth as a sea and leaps into a clear stream of righteousness?"

That's right.

Zhengzhou didn't gain anything from reciting Confucian classics, because he regarded heaven and earth as a sea of ​​air, as evidenced by the earthquake just now.

Only those who are truly open minded, who read the Confucian classics without striving to win, and who are open-minded to ask for advice, can receive the gift of the Confucian classics.

There has never been such a person in Confucianism and Taoism in the Song Dynasty.

Because it is unique, the great Confucian scholars are not afraid of losing face and fighting to the point of bloodshed.

They each hold their own way, and who doesn't hope that the Confucianism and Taoism they follow can be followed by others and achieve extraordinary achievements?

The talent shown by Zhengzhou can do this.

And with such an apprentice, his master will naturally be famous forever.

This rare opportunity must be grasped!

Zhengzhou, who was waiting for the aftershocks in his room, had no idea how much shock he had brought to every great Confucian whose name shocked the central and vast regions.

"If you don't accept it, let's fight! I have reached the realm of Miaobi Shenghua, who of you can be my opponent?"

"Senior Chuan Wu, be careful, he broke your pen."

"Zhou Xingbang, I am at odds with you!"

Liu Chuanwu without a pen has no advantage.

Zhou Xingbang sneered and said, "A wonderful pen makes a flower? What's the use of not having a pen?"

"You don't have to say anything, let's use that brutal habit to fight hard!"

"Come on, really think I'm afraid of your old arms and legs?"

Zheng Linyuan supported his forehead, he had no time to take into account the amazing talent shown by Zhengzhou.

He was afraid that these crazy Confucians would forcefully demolish the underground cave.

"Seniors, I am Zhou'er's father. Before you fight to the death, can you ask my opinion first?" Zheng Linyuan said helplessly.

"Huh?" Zhou Xingbang turned his head.

Liu Chuanwu has already rolled up his sleeves.

"Don't think that if Zhengzhou chooses you to be his father, you can do whatever you want!"

"That's right! Zhengzhou has no choice but to choose you as his father. What's the use of your opinion?"

Zheng Linyuan: "???"

All goodness and filial piety come first, and this is the first sentence of the Four Books of Kaimeng.

It turns out that when people are in a hurry, they can also tell nonsense with their eyes open.

The battle was still going on, although Zhou Xingbang and Liu Chuanwu were ready to go, but because they were both scholars and had never played savage martial arts, they didn't know where to start.

Zheng Linyuan saw that the situation was becoming more and more tense, and said with a wry smile: "What's the use of fighting over your head? With Zhou'er's temperament, if he doesn't want to do something, even with a knife on his neck, he won't agree."

It seems to be the case.

All the great Confucians were thinking, and suddenly remembered what Zhengzhou had done today, Zhao Ju'er clearly used immortal techniques to fix the assassin of Twelve Nights Red Moon, but he still did not escape.

Zhengzhou is not afraid of death.

Such people are extremely firm, and Zhengzhou may not necessarily accept their way.

"Then what do you say?" Zhou Xingbang asked.

Zheng Linyuan replied: "As long as Zhouer develops arbitrarily, which way to go is fate. I can't arrange it."

Zhou Xingbang immediately blew his beard and stared: "Listen to what you said, are you still his biological father?"

"The Four Books of Kaimeng from elementary school have been fed to dogs."

"Indeed, this move is absolutely unacceptable, it is too much of a waste of Zhengzhou's talent."

"Well... I have a way..." Jiang Jincheng said weakly.

"Say it quickly!" Zhou Xingbang roared, because he was excited, he showed his breasts and showed no great Confucianism.

"Let's give him one piece of Confucian artifacts that we are most satisfied with. Zhengzhou is often soaked in Confucian artifacts, and it will definitely be affected. Then let him choose freely. After the choice is right, you will accept him as an apprentice. Is that okay? ?” Jiang Jincheng is like a shy boy when he is not painting.