Chapter 4: Hold the shit basin in front of your face
"It's simply insulting to gentlemen, I...I..."
Xi Xingchen felt a little sympathy for Zhou Zhenhai now.
Zhou Zhenhai is not a simple person. He is the number one debater in the Mohist school. Even if the top Confucian master stands in front of him, he can argue with him for three days and three nights without losing.
But for such a top master of Mohism, in his own territory, in front of a group of fools like Nan Mo, his eloquent words and sharp talk were all useless, and he was so angry that he couldn't even speak clearly.
Now Xi Xingchen can only pray secretly in his heart. Mr. Zhou must not have cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases such as high blood pressure and heart disease. Otherwise, if he loses control of his emotions, he will have a cerebral hemorrhage or something. He can really sing "Cool" "Cool".
"Me me me, me what me, you bite me?"
Wen Gaoming glared and rolled up his sleeves out of habit.
If Xi Xingchen remembers it well, this is Wen Gaoming's signature move before the fight begins.
"What nonsense? Do you think that the Discipline Hall is a vegetable market and you can do whatever you want?" Yuan Xingbang, the chief of the Discipline Hall, patted the Taishi's chair and said angrily.
Within the Mo family, Wen Gaoming was afraid of two and a half people.
The first one was his senior brother Ximen Zhaixing. There was no way he could do it. Most of his martial arts skills were passed down from his senior brother. He really couldn't muster much courage in front of this man who was both his senior teacher and his brother.
The second one is Ye Feiyang, the great son of the Mohist family.
Ye Feiyang is a wizard of the Mohist school in the past hundred years. He learned the Eastern, Southern and Western branches of the Mohist school at a young age. Wen Gaoming still clearly remembers that Ye Feiyang, who had just become the great son of the Mohist family, went to the Nanmo General Forum to talk to Ximen Zhaixing about unifying the three branches of the Mohist family. Ximen Zhaixing only said: "It's OK to unify. You have to ask about the sword in my hand.”
So Ye Feiyang and Ximen Zhaixing had a discussion behind closed doors, and then Ximen Zhaixing agreed to Ye Feiyang's request.
As for the outcome of that competition, neither Ye Feiyang nor Ximen Zhaixing said anything afterward.
In the end, Wen Gaoming couldn't help but ran to ask Ximen Zhaixing. Ximen Zhaixing still only said lightly: "I want to know, but you don't know how to try it yourself."
At that time, Wen Gaoming was young, energetic and accomplished. He thought that apart from his senior brother, there was no other person in the world who could catch his eye, so he went to have a fight with Ye Feiyang. As a result, the contest became Wen Gaoming's. A lifelong nightmare.
Ye Feiyang is a handsome, gentle and quiet person, and his figure is almost half the size of Wen Gaoming. However, his skill in fighting and his dark attacks are rare in Wen Gaoming's life.
After that competition, Wen Gaoming was almost dismantled into parts by Ye Feiyang. He had to lie in bed for three months before he could get off the ground. From then on, when he saw Ye Feiyang, he was as docile as a little sheep.
As for the other half, it is Yuan Xingbang, the Ximo elder who is in charge of the Discipline Hall.
The reason why Wen Gaoming was afraid of him was not because Wen Gaoming was afraid of Yuan Xingbang's identity. "Abide by the rules and laws" did not exist in the eyes of the Nanmo Ranger.
The reason why Wen Gaoming is afraid of Yuan Xingbang is because Xi Mo and others look dull and lifeless in their words and deeds.
But what they came up with was really scary.
Once, Wen Gaoming met a Western-Mexican disciple who was holding a grape branch and standing in front of a peach tree in a daze. Out of curiosity, he stepped forward and asked, "Brother, what are you thinking about? You are so fascinated."
The Ximo disciple replied: "I was wondering if I connected a grape branch to a peach tree, would it produce peaches or grapes?"
At that time, Wen Gaoming saw that this Ximo disciple was so entangled and found it funny, so he said sarcastically: "What's so interesting about this? If you can connect a horse's head to a cow's body, or a cow's head to a horse's body, it will be absolutely shocking. unprecedented."
After hearing Wen Gaoming's words, the Ximo disciple was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes shone. He thanked Wen Gaoming and left happily.
Wen Gaoming didn't pay attention at the time. What he said to the Ximo disciple was just a joke made when he was mean-mouthed. For Wen Gaoming, who has always liked to talk nonsense, such a joke has the effect of farting. If you let it go, you will let it go, and you won't take it to heart.
It wasn't until more than a month later that Wen Gaoming met the Ximo disciple again. At that time, he was leading a dozen dogs and driving a group of sheep.
Wen Gaoming remembered the joke he made with him a month ago and said sarcastically again: "Brother, has the horse's head been attached to the cow's body?"
The Ximo disciple was full of shame when he heard this, and said with some embarrassment: "Horses and cows are too expensive. I can't afford them, so I can't do experiments."
When Wen Gaoming heard this, he immediately became happy, pointed at the dog and the sheep, and joked: "You don't want to help the sheep pretend to be a dog, do you?"
The Ximo disciple immediately became energetic when he heard this: "I tried several times without success. It must have been a bit urgent to do the head transplant surgery from the beginning. So I decided to reduce the difficulty first, accumulate some experience, and step by step Come."
Wen Gaoming did not expect that this Ximo disciple would actually perform head transplant surgery, and asked curiously: "What do you want to do next?"
"I plan to try putting the dog whip on the sheep first."
When the Ximo disciple said this, he glanced at Wen Gaoming's crotch.
Wen Gaoming can swear to God that he will remember the feeling when the Ximo disciple glanced at his crotch until his death, as if his old friend who had been with him for decades had suddenly moved away, leaving him an empty space. The crotch drinks the northwest wind.
After this incident, Wen Gaoming no longer dared to talk nonsense in front of Ximo disciples.
I don't know since when, whenever Wen Gaoming sees Ximo's chief Yuan Xingbang, he will think of the Ximo disciple's eyes looking at his crotch, and his aura can't help but become a little lower.
When Wen Gaoming saw Yuan Xingbang getting angry, he quickly changed his face and said with a smile: "Elder Yuan, Zhou Zhenhai roared at the Discipline Hall. This is contempt for the Discipline Hall, and it is also disrespectful to you. You must punish him." The crime of disrupting the order of the court should be remembered long by him and let him know that our Discipline Hall still has rules."
Wen Gaoming said the five words "our commandment hall" very smoothly, as if the Mo family's commandment hall was opened by his family.
"Wen Tianming, please let go..."
Seeing that Wen Gaoming not only complained first, but also smashed the shit basin in front of his face, and finally wanted to drag Xi Mo with him to suppress Dong Mo. Zhou Zhenhai, who was already on the verge of going berserk, finally couldn't help but use foul language. But after all, he is a great Mohist scholar of the generation, that The word "fart" can never be uttered.
Seeing Zhou Zhenhai, who was usually sanctimonious and arrogant with his nostrils turned upward, being so agitated by Wen Gaoming's few words that he kept losing his composure, even Yuan Xingbang found it funny and angry.
Yuan Xingbang took a look and licked his face. Wen Gaoming, who only had a tail wagging vigorously behind his butt, said angrily: "Since you stepped into the Discipline Hall, your every word and deed has been recorded in the Discipline Hall. As for who Roaring Discipline Hall, whoever disturbs the order of interrogation should be punished, Juzi will decide for himself, I don’t need you to worry about it.”
