"My dear friend, you were the one who took action yesterday!"

"No."

"Didn't my dear friend say yesterday, 'You are yelling at your mother in the middle of the night! If you disturb me from copying books, you are seeking death'? It must be you!"

"No, you heard wrong."

"Brother, you can't think of me as a fool just because I'm fat. It must have been you yesterday!"

Zhang Yuchen really couldn’t stand this comparison:

"So what if it's me? So what if it's not me?"

"Since you want to follow me, then don't talk nonsense and disturb me copying books!"

Chai Dao shut up instantly. He had witnessed with his own eyes the consequences of disturbing Zhang Yuchen's copying.

He doesn't want to become a meatloaf yet.

But it made him silent, and he felt uncomfortable. After a few minutes of silence, he whispered:

"Then why don't you come forward and prove to them that it was actually you who did it?"

"Now everyone in the academy is bragging about Deng Qingyuan, but I can see clearly that when the dark master rushed over, this guy's pants were all wet!"

"The gentleman regarded him as a treasure, and the great scholar also praised him. This should have been the credit of my dear brother, but he just took it away!"

"How can my dear friend endure such a tone?"

Zhang Yuchen stopped writing slightly. He didn't expect that although this little fat guy likes to play tricks, he has quite upright views.

Compared to other students, he is more of a scholar.

"Did you know that there was an ancient man named Fan Zhongyan who once wrote a story about Yueyang Tower."

"One of the sayings is, don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself."

"Since I want to pursue the foundation of Confucianism and Taoism, I won't care about these external things."

There is really no need for him to care, so what about the favor of the great Confucians? No matter how awesome you are, can you be better than Mencius and Xunzi?

Let alone any Confucian and Taoist magic weapon, which one is higher than Wenchang's pen?

Although he thought so in his heart, the words had a different meaning in Chai Dao's ears.

"My dear friend, you are truly a living saint in this world!"

Chai Dao's emotion came from the bottom of his heart. In his eyes, this picture of Yuchen was almost shining like gold.

This is a dead body buried in the ground. I am afraid it will shake people for more than ten miles and they will not be able to open their eyes!

Ning Jiangzi, who are these idle laymen? His statue should be moved and let Zhang Yuchen sit there.

He had never believed that people could really do the things in the quotes of saints before, but now, he felt that he still needed to believe in this matter.

After silently deciding that Zhang Yuchen had something special to live in, Chai Dao turned the topic to another matter:

"The great scholars returned a few days ago, and they found a traitor from the academy, and found Mohu Pavilion's tattoo on his body."

"That man was a gentleman in the House of Commons. He secretly taught those people the method of cracking the secret."

"Mohu Pavilion?"

Zhang Yuchen is somewhat interested.

I have been here for so long, but I still don’t know much about the distribution of forces in the world.

"Mohu Pavilion was the most powerful Jianghu sect before the Ming Dynasty, but after His Majesty issued a ban on martial arts at the request of civil servants, the Jianghu sects in Kyushu were almost wiped out."

"As key targets, they naturally bear the brunt of the attack. Although they are just a mob, it is said that it took a lot of effort to exterminate them."

"Later, your father personally took action to kill the great master of Mohu Pavilion, and then they were completely exiled."

"I didn't expect that they actually put spies in the city. It's so scary!"

Zhang Yuchen couldn’t help but be surprised:

"Why do you know so much about the court?"

"My father is a well-known wealthy businessman in Tianjing, so he definitely knows this!"

When he said this, Chai Dao immediately started to stink:

"Let me tell you, my family was not that wealthy in the early years..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yuchen turned his head away.

The little fat man had no choice but to talk to the air and pretend that he was not embarrassed.

......

Mohu Pavilion raided the academy, the saint was furious, and the entire Tianjing City began a curfew.

After taking turns searching, it is said that more than hundreds of people were beheaded.

But there are also rumors that the saint is not angry at all, and even wishes that Mohu Pavilion would turn the academy upside down.

When the Houthis invaded, the civil servants advocated for peace, but the saints wanted to fight, but their hands and feet were restrained, that's all.

However, these are just speculation after all. No one knows what you really think.

Naturally, all of this has nothing to do with Zhang Yuchen. The results of his Intermediate Court Examination came out, and it turned out that there were sixty students in all four subjects.

Of course, he was not noticed by the classmates around him.

On the contrary, it was the gentlemen of the Intermediate Court who scratched their heads and scratched their heads anxiously because of half a sentence in his article.

But the three great scholars who came back, after solving the matter in Mohu Pavilion, were focusing on another matter.

"Qingyuan, did you really realize the golden Confucianism and Taoism that day?"

Facing the nervous inquiries from the three great scholars, Deng Qingyuan showed his shamelessness:

"What I said is not half true."

"The situation was critical that day. If the thief succeeded, all the disciples would be killed!"

"I could only hold the sword up and silently recite the words of the Confucian and Taoist saints in my heart. Then I felt the warmth in my body and emitted a golden light to wipe out the thief!"

Seeing that what he said was true, the three great scholars were surprised and happy. They had never seen anything like this before, and they only thought that it was the Ming Dynasty that was blessed with good fortune.

"That being said, it's very good, very good!"

Meng He was the first to get excited:

"Since the end of Ningjiangzi's army, there has been no more holy golden energy in the world. I never expected that it would appear in you!"

"Can you show it to us?"

How could Deng Qingyuan use it? He didn't even know what happened, so he could only bite the bullet and said:

"The boy can't control it on his own yet, so he can't show it to the gentlemen."

"Well, reasonable, reasonable!"

The three great scholars looked at each other with excitement on their faces.

The Holy Golden Qi is one of the phenomena that can only appear if you are a Confucian sage.

Normally, it would take at least half a saint to appear, but Deng Qingyuan has shown it now. He is not a genius like one in a million, no, a genius like one in a billion!

Naturally, it needs to be cultivated well.

"Qingyuan, you are naturally chosen by heaven. That is your good fortune. You will naturally have to work harder in the future to prove the truth with your own body. In the future, you may become the next Ning Jiangzi!"

"Disciples know."

"Well, you are talented and like to work hard, so your future is limitless!"

"But!"

Wang Yuan changed the subject:

"As a scholar, you should not do dishonest and dirty things. Your talents should be used on the right path!"

"Why do you want that boy named Chai Dao to sell such literary talents?"

"Ah?"

Deng Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he saw Wang Yuan take out an article:

"River is full of red!"

"I am so angry that I lean on the railing and the rain stops. I raise my eyes and scream to the sky!"

"Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons, don't wait for a while, the young man's head is gray, empty and sad!"

"Look, how well written it is? Why should you look down on yourself and leave this kind of article to Chai Dao to make up for it?"

Wang Yuan looked like he hated iron, and Deng Qingyuan was instantly confused after hearing this.

I didn’t write this either?

He raised his head and glanced at the three great scholars, only to see that they were listening to Wang Yuan's recitation and were so mesmerized that they didn't dare to say anything.

"Start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and move towards the sky!"

After reading the song, Wang Yuan burst into tears and was so excited by the ambition and ambition in it that he couldn't help himself!

Have you ever thought that before he became a great scholar, he had also been on the battlefield?

After learning from the painful experience, Wang Yuan took in a breath suddenly and said loudly:

"These kind words should not be treated like this!"

"It just so happens that the academy will hold a poetry conference in a while."
Chapter completed!