This immortal is a bit fierce

At the top of the peak, the two of them were sitting in the pavilion, drinking tea and playing chess.

One man looked to be in his forties, with black eyebrows and a few fishtails at the corners of his eyes, just like a young man.

This person is Zhuge Wenyu, the dean of Yunlu Academy.

The old man opposite him was Gong Yangyong, the lord of Yunzhong City who had a relationship with Huang Feng.

It was said to be a game of chess, but Gong Yangyong's chess skills were really poor. Seeing that he lost another game, he shook his head and said with a smile: "You and I are sitting together. If others see it, they will definitely think that it is father and son playing chess."

Zhuge Wenyu raised his head and glanced at him: "Don't try to take advantage of me just because you lost the game."

"Who am I to call you a thousand-year-old man, but you have always looked like this?" Gong Yangyong said, "I didn't come here to play chess with you. I asked you to help me with this painting and a poem. You Great Literary Sage, you’ve been thinking about it for a day and you still haven’t figured it out yet?”

"No!" Zhuge Wenyu took a look at the paintings hanging in the pavilion and felt confident.

At this time, a magpie flew into the pavilion, placed a piece of handwriting on the table, and then fluttered its wings and left.

Zhuge Wenyu picked it up and looked at it: "Huh?"

"What's wrong?" Gong Yangyong asked.

Zhuge Wenyu said: "One of my students has returned from traveling, and with him are the two princesses of Daxia Changning and Anyang. I don't know what they want from me."

"When I came here, I had a chance encounter with Princess Changning." Gong Yangyong said, unfolding another painting.

The giant snake in the painting is much quieter than before, but its eyes are still fierce and sharp, as if it is accumulating strength and is ready to burst out of the coil at any time.

"The bloodline of the Great Demon King." Zhuge Wenyu saw through the origin of the great demon at a glance, and was a little surprised, "I have sin marks on my body. I was exiled here back then. Did you meet him recently?"

"Well, have you noticed that the power of many ancient evil spirits has been gradually reviving recently." Gong Yangyong's face became much more serious.

"I wonder if something happened to the demon king clan dormant deep in the wilderness." Zhuge Wenyu didn't want to think too much.

Gongyang Yong said with a smile: "Shouldn't a scholar sit in a house and know everything about the world?"

"Who are you mocking?" Zhuge Wenyu said angrily. Realizing that he was going too far, he asked again: "Did you save Princess Changning from this big demon?"

"That's right."

"It makes Daxia owe you a favor."

Gongyang Yong smiled and said: "I don't care if Daxia owes me a favor, but I have to remember the favor between Princess Changning and the young man with her."

Zhuge Wenyu was confused: "Afterlife?"

"No matter what they ask you to do, I suggest you agree." Gong Yangyong smiled and touched his short beard.

"You actually started playing riddles with me." Zhuge Wenyu said with a smile.

"You don't want anyone to come up?"

"They should be at Banshan Pavilion now." Zhuge Wenyu suddenly said with interest, "I know that Princess Changning is the leading genius among the younger generation of swordsmen in the world, but in Yunlu Academy, she may not be able to stop me from doing this. Students’ quarrels.”

"If you are curious, just take a look." Gong Yangyong said, unfolding a blank scroll, and the scene of the Banshan Pavilion suddenly appeared on the scroll. It looked similar to Huang Feng's "Aerial Photography".

On the pavilion halfway up the mountain, Huang Feng came to Li Motang. Facing these many proud people, he raised his hand, raised his thumb to the side, pointed at Li Motang, and snorted: "That's alright, I am the only one who can bully her!"

Li Motang: "???"

Li Yixuan and Xiao Nuan suddenly opened their eyes, twinkling with little stars: "Wow!"

Getting along with Yu Zirun made Huang Feng think that a place like the academy was definitely not a place where he should show off.

But when he really saw the people in front of him, he understood why Li Motang wanted to bring him here because he needed his mouth.

Nobility, arrogance, and self-righteousness. After possessing spiritual roots and embarking on the path of seeking immortality, these traits are vividly displayed in the leaders of this group of scholars.

"A few words for you: Be knowledgeable, interrogate, think carefully, discern clearly, and practice diligently. This is the way to make progress in scholarship. You don't even understand scholarship, so you think you can govern the world?

If you really think you can do it, don't talk nonsense here. In the spring of next year, climb the gold list, get an official position, and read your books. Do you really read the awe-inspiring spirit in your chest, the blue sky above the people's heads, or do you read In the dog's belly.

But I think you can only talk nonsense. To be honest, you are really not good at talking words, so you should go back to reciting poems.

Oh, reciting poems and composing is not good for you either. As the saying goes, a scholar is useless.

Hundred! none! one! use! "

Huang Feng stretched out his hand and clicked on the people in front of him one by one, without considering that the coverage area was a bit large. Only when he saw Yu Zirun's embarrassed expression did he remember: "Oh, nothing is absolute. You saved the people of Yunyan Town, it is still useful. "

"What about me!" Li Yixuan jumped out, put her hands on her hips and pouted, "I am also a scholar!"

"You..." Huang Feng thought for a long time, "You are good-looking, eye-catching, and standing in front of people makes people feel comfortable. You are of some use, unlike these people!"

"Yeah!" Li Yixuan nodded, feeling proud. After a while, she came back to her senses, "Huh? What do you mean?"

On the top of the peak, Gong Yangyong laughed loudly and pointed at Zhuge Wenyu: "Bai Wuyi is a scholar. This boy seems to have forgotten that he has something to ask for from others."

Zhuge Wenyu was not angry, and even felt a little emotional: "When one of my students quarreled with me back then, he said something similar to this, but today's words are more harsh.

In recent years, I have become more thoughtful and often let them travel down the mountain, just because I don’t want them to focus on poetry and articles.

There are still some effects, but unfortunately they see things but don't practice them. Coupled with their arrogance, their thoughts are indeed unrealistic. "

At this time, Huang Feng said again: "I don't think this Yunlu Academy is good at teaching you people.

The so-called literary sage should not be worthy of the word "sage", because he has not even taught you the principle of "knowing without doing it means not knowing; practicing without knowing can lead to perfect knowledge". "

Gong Yangyong Dale: "Haha, I'm really scolding you too."

Zhuge Wenyu was still not angry: "I really don't deserve the word 'sage', and what I said is very good."

"Then don't put on small shoes for a while."

"I'm not that kind of person."

"Ha." Gong Yangyong snorted, not believing it at all.

In the mid-mountain pavilion, a group of people were furious, and even Yu Zirun looked a little ugly.

Li Motang's expression changed. It didn't matter if he scolded these people, but it would be bad if he even scolded the dean.

She quickly stopped Huang Feng: "Don't talk nonsense."

Huang Feng whispered: "It's okay, I call this a stimulating chat method. Maybe he will appreciate me after hearing it!"

At the top of the mountain, Gong Yangyong couldn't help but slap the table: "Hahahahaha, how about it, do you appreciate this kid?

Without waiting for Zhuge Wenyu to answer, he added: "I don't know if you have it, but I have it anyway!"