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Three hundred and thirtieth chapters are not worthy of the name

When Ye Feng opened his mouth, he seemed to want to confront the young master of the Yan family tit for tat.

Everyone around was shocked when they saw this, but no one dared to speak out to persuade him.

After all, this is a fight between gods and gods, how can people like them get involved?

Even Hua Guodong on the side had the idea of ​​giving in after learning the identity of the other party, wondering whether he should persuade the master to forget it and give Mr. Yan some face.

Before Hua Guodong opened his mouth, Yan Zhongmou sneered.

"You ask me who I am? Haha - OK! That's a good question! Then I'll tell you who I am!"

With that said, Yan Zhongmou stood up, held his head high and said loudly: "I was literate at the age of three, composed poetry at the age of five, and by the age of seven I had memorized the Four Books and Five Classics backwards and forwards!"

"I passed the county and government child exams twice at the age of ten and officially became a child student."

"Later, he passed the prefectural and state examinations one after another. At the age of fifteen, he ranked first in Yingzhou and became a scholar!"

"When I was twenty years old, I ranked first in the provincial examination competition among 100,000 candidates across the country. I passed the high school exam and became a scholar!"

"I will go to Beijing next year to participate in the joint examination and the palace examination. Jinshi and number one scholar are also in my pocket!"

Having said this, Yan Zhongmou proudly raised his head and felt proud.

"This - this is me! Yan Zhongmou, the most talented man in Fengtian!"

"When I become the number one scholar in high school next year, I will be the most talented person in the world!"

Yan Zhongmou's self-introduction is naturally familiar to Fengtian locals.

Born into a scholarly family, he certainly lived up to his family's upbringing and grew up very well, and he deserves to be named the number one talent in Fengtian.

Even his growth trajectory is exactly the same as that of his grandfather Yan Qixue - he became famous at a young age, became the top scholar in high school, entered the Imperial Academy, became a bachelor, and became famous all over the world!

Hearing this, everyone nodded and praised in their hearts: Giving birth to a child should be like Yan Zhongmou!

After Mr. Yan, a former Hanlin scholar, another young prodigy will be born in the Yan family. He will become a great talent in the future, even surpassing his ancestors!

At this time, when Yan Qixue heard his grandson introducing himself, he nodded slightly and smiled as if he was looking back on the first half of his life.

"Master... forget it." At this time, Hua Guodong on the side said in a low voice, "This Yan family is a family of officials and a scholarly family. In addition to the retired Mr. Yan, there are also many descendants in Beijing.

As an official."

Speaking of which, Hua Guodong's father was an official in the same dynasty as many other members of the Yan family, and they looked up to each other without looking down, so there was no need for the relationship to become tense.

"This is all a misunderstanding." Hua Guodong just wanted to reveal his identity and then mediate.

At this time, Yan Zhongmou sneered again and asked: "Didn't you threaten me to apologize just now? Why, now you have changed your face and said it was a misunderstanding?"

Hua Guodong smiled. Since Mr. Yan had been away from Beijing for many years, he didn't recognize him for a while.

Yan Zhongmou continued: "Now that I want to ask you, what qualifications do you have to ask me to apologize to you?"

"I said you are a warrior, am I wrong? You just killed a few bandits, so what's the big deal? Even if you can take charge of the Zhang family today, you are just a white body!"

"Everything is low-grade, only reading is good! And I have a great reputation, and I am a scholar who shines on my family!"

The so-called "Ji Ren" is already a very high level in all levels of imperial examinations.

For example, Fan Jin in "Fan Jin Passed the Examination" was a candidate who passed the examination in his late fifties. He was so happy that he went crazy. The attitude of the people around him was also respectful and did not dare to neglect him.

After all, the social status and status of Juren are very high, which is equivalent to having one foot in the official career. He can even sit on an equal footing with the county magistrate, and he does not need to kneel in court.

Yan Zhongmou was only twenty years old and had passed the exam in high school. Although he was not a peerless genius, he was proud enough that no one in heaven could match him.

"For someone like me, I am just called the number one talented person in Fengtian. How virtuous and capable are you? You dare to falsely claim to be the number one talent in Fengtian!? It's an exaggeration!"

"Do you really think we have no one left in heaven?"

Yan Zhongmou's last few words were very rude.

Especially on an occasion like tonight, it's more like ruining the place and not giving the host face.

For a while, the smell of gunpowder became stronger and the surroundings were silent, with no one daring to answer.

Even the old man Yan Qixue did not stop his grandson's excessive remarks. Instead, he looked at Ye Feng curiously, wanting to see how he would respond.

The easiest way to see clearly a person's abilities is to look at his coping strategies when facing troubles.

At this time, everyone's eyes fell on Ye Feng.

Hua Guodong on the side was even worried that the master would fall out on the spot and blood would be spilled on the spot, which would be terrible.

"The most talented person in Fengtian, right!?"

At this time, Ye Feng spoke calmly.

"Since you have questions about why I am the number one person in Fengtian, do you dare to compete with me?"

Competition!?

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked again. They didn't know what kind of competition Ye Feng meant.

After all, the fields that the two of them are good at are completely different from each other - one is a scholar and the other is good at martial arts, how can they compare together?

"What?" Yan Zhongmou said with some displeasure, "You are so angry that you want to fight with me!?"

Yan Zhongmou has been familiar with the books of sages since he was a child. He has never touched anyone without lifting four ounces of them.

"Haha!" Ye Feng smiled, "We gentlemen talk more than we do. Since we are competing, I will be better than you!"
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