Chapter 121 The old man is also a scholar?

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Qin Hao reached out and flicked the little white fox's head:

"Xiaobai, do you have any rules? With outsiders here, what is the norm for Xiaohai to ask for elixirs?"

Bai Xianchu rubbed his head with his claws and said indifferently:

"Isn't it just a junior in the Golden Dan realm? Why do I have to look at his expression?"

“…”

When Kong Derong heard this, his face instantly turned into a pig's liver. He was the dean of Maple Leaf Academy.

He was actually despised by a small fox demon. Where did he put his face?

But when he looked carefully, he suddenly realized that the little fox demon was actually a Nascent Soul demon.

I shouted in my heart: Damn! What is this place?

Qin Hao knocked the little white fox on the head again: "If you can't speak, just say less."

The little white fox hid behind Beigong Linglong and grimaced at Qin Hao.

Isn’t it just a junior to vent my dissatisfaction? As for how it makes people lose face.

"The little fox is rude, making you laugh."

Qin Hao smiled and said politely.

Kong Derong couldn't bear such a great etiquette, so he quickly stood up and said, "Senior, Senior Xiaobai is right. It was the junior who came uninvited to disturb your cultivation."

Qin Hao did not explain too much, but instead turned his eyes to Fahai: "Xiaohai, how do you feel?"

Fahai stood up, bowed to Qin Hao, and said respectfully: "Sir, the little monk feels that the Tao in his heart has been illuminated."

"good."

Qin Hao praised and said slowly: "But the road is long. No matter where you take, don't forget to stick to your true heart."

"The little monk remembers the advice."

Fahai clasped his hands together and sat down before saluting.

Kong Derong looked at the scene in front of him, and had many questions in his heart, but he wanted to ask but did not dare to speak.

Seeing everyone sitting down, Qin Hao waved his hand: "Sun to sing, then dance."

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Kong Derong was full of question marks, and Yu Guang secretly glanced at the master beside him.

The master actually picked up the wine on the table and tasted it.

The skillful movements and intoxicated look were not like the first time I drank.

Is this still a monk?

Fahai seemed to feel a look at him. When he turned around, his eyes suddenly met Kong Derong.

"Fellow Daoist Kong has something to do?"

“…”

Kong Derong smiled awkwardly: "Senior, I want to ask you some questions about cultivation."

After saying that, he felt a little relieved while feeling a little nervous.

After all, it is a bit impolite to interrupt the senior's interest in drinking like this, let alone this person is still a monk.

Fahai showed a faint smile on his face: "Fellow Daoist Kong does not need to be restrained by his seniors. If you have any questions, please raise them."

Qin Hao also raised the wine glass in his hand and said, "Xiao Hai is right. If you meet, you will be destined to be destined. If you can come here today, it means we will be destined to be destined."

This sentence is not loud, but it makes Kong Derong feel very friendly.

Especially when speaking to himself, a big shot like his senior gentleman, Kong Derong suddenly felt flattered.

He quickly picked up the wine glass in his hand: "Senior said, I hope you forgive me for your guilt just now."

After saying that, he drank the fine wine in his hand in one go.

As soon as the wine entered his throat, Kong Derong's eyes suddenly stared like a copper bell. This wine is extraordinary!

ha……

"There is such a fine wine in the world, and it will be white!"

"The old man is also a scholar?"

Qin Hao asked with a smile on his face.

"Young Master is wise. I have been studying for a few years and am now a teacher in Maple Leaf City. This time I returned home and passed by Master Fahai's house, so I came to visit the young master with him."

Kong Derong said kindly, his words and deeds were full of elegance.

"So that's it. Today we will make friends with literature and poetry to help us liven up?"

Qin Hao’s favorite thing is to make friends. One more friend means one more path, and one more person who can ask the young lady to come out to wander.

Kong Derong's previous doubts and astonishment were instantly cleared when he heard this, and a complacent smile appeared on his face.

What scholars like to do most is to add fragrance to red sleeves, recite poems and write madness to the young man.

He bowed and said, "Young Master is so elegant and happy, and I am so happy."

Qin Hao raised the wine glass in his hand and said slowly: "Since we are making fun of wine today, how about writing poems with wine?"

"good!"

Kong Derong agreed without thinking. The topic of wine is very common in Confucian gatherings.

He slowly stood up and bowed, "I am here to show my ugly face as a guest."

"please!"

"please!"

Everyone turned their attention to Kong Derong at once.

I saw him pacing slowly, looking around and stopping his own pace and speaking:

"When you land as a brother, why bother with your own flesh and blood?

Have fun as joy, and drink wine and gather next to each other.

If the prime of life does not come again, it will be difficult for the morning to go back.

We should encourage you in time, and time will not wait for others."

His voice was not loud, but it had a gentle atmosphere, giving people a sense of satisfaction every word.

After a poem was finished, everyone said in unison: "Good poem!"

Fahai raised his wine glass at him: "Fellow Daoist Kong is very literary and deserves to be a Confucian scholar in Maple Leaf Academy."

"Where, where, I am just literary and ugly."

Kong Derong said modestly, but there was still a bit of brilliance in his eyes.

After he sat down, he set his eyes on Mr. Qin.

He first spoke up to write poems, one was afraid that his literary talent was not enough, and the other was that he wanted to see this person's extraordinaryness.

Before Qin Hao could speak, Fahai on the side said to Xiaohua: "Donor Xiaohua, go and prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone for the master."

"Okay, Mr. Fahai."

Xiaohua smiled and stepped aside.

Kong Derong, who was originally happy, felt a little strange when he heard this.

Soon Xiaohua came to the banquet with her pen, ink, paper and ink, and spread it on a table.

Beigong Linglong walked over and began to take the inkstone from Xiaohua's hand: "Let me grind the ink."

Qin Hao stood up and kept thinking in his mind.

After Aunt Long'er finished grinding the ink, a poem had already appeared in his mind.

Thank you to the great writers in the previous life and for your professionalism in the previous life.

Qin Hao drank a glass of wine, then picked up his pen and wrote a poem, and kept muttering:

"Dragon horses, snow-haired flowers, golden saddles and Wulings.

The autumn frost cuts the jade sword, and the sunset pearl robe.

The cockfighting is a matter of thousands of things, and the ceiling is so high.
To be continued...