Buzz~~~!
Buzz~~~~~~!
Along with the loud ringing of the bell, the sky gathered a vast sea of Qingyun.
Qingyun shed countless cyan rays of light, as dense as rain.
All the Confucian scholars were shocked.
The sound of the bell reaches my ears, refreshing my heart. I feel that man and heaven and earth are one, as if I can realize enlightenment overnight!
The rain-like green light falls on the body, cutting off the hair and washing the marrow, making the whole person look like a new man!
"Huang Zhong Da Lu? Is this a saint teaching all living beings on behalf of heaven?"
"Awesome Qi moves through the clouds and spreads rain? Could it be that some great scholar used his great merits to benefit the common people!?"
Countless eyes focused on Fan Li.
The handwriting he had just finished writing flew from the paper and hung high in the sky, emitting bursts of rays of light shining in all directions.
"Oh my God! I actually broke through!"
"I also broke through to the Golden Core Realm. I am now at the Golden Core Realm!?"
"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening! I have heard the Tao, I really have heard the Tao!!!"
The difference between Mr. Yichuan and Fan Li is so huge that it is like a firefly is brighter than the bright moon. The difference is more than tens of millions of times?
All the Confucian scholars looked at Fan Li with fervent admiration, as if he were a Confucian sage alive!
"Students, please wait and thank your teacher!"
Sudden!
Thousands of Confucian scholars, with Fan Li as the center, all knelt down to him.
This time, Zhu Ziyang didn't even need to remind him, everyone was kneeling three times and kowtowing to Fan Lixing!
Zhu Ziyang's face turned pale.
The atmosphere of heaven and earth caused by Fan Li had already frightened him to the point where his legs were weak and he almost wanted to kneel down.
However, Haoran's Qi Rain seemed to be alive. Even though the entire Luming Academy was covered by the rain, not a drop fell on him.
Among the thousands of Confucian scholars present, Zhu Ziyang was the only one who did not gain any benefit at all.
The other person who didn't get any benefits was, of course, Mr. Ikawa.
"You actually regard him as your teacher?"
"Are you all crazy?"
"No kneeling!"
"Stand up quickly! No kneeling is allowed!"
Zhu Ziyang shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to get the Confucian scholars to stop kneeling and worshiping Fan Li.
Unfortunately, thousands of Confucian scholars ignored him.
When the three-kneel-nine-kowtow ceremony was over, the Confucian scholars were still kneeling on the ground, looking at Fan Li with admiring eyes, waiting to listen to his teachings.
Fan Li doesn't have stage fright either.
What is his identity?
Great Chu Jin Gong!
In the court hall, civil and military officials from all over the court knelt before him more than a hundred or a thousand times?
The more than a thousand young Confucian scholars kneeling in front of them was just a small scene.
"Everyone, please get up." Fan Lixu raised his right hand and said with a smile.
"Yes, I will obey my teacher's orders." Thousands of Confucian scholars replied in unison before they dared to stand up.
"You still call him mentor!?"
Zhu Ziyang was really mad.
"This person is so young and his cultivation is only foundation building. What qualifications do he have to be a teacher for everyone?"
As he finished speaking, he was met with contemptuous looks from countless people.
The Confucian scholar who had just broken through to the Golden Elixir Realm said with a look of boredom: "There is no limit to the sea of learning, and those who have mastered it are teachers. Zhu Ziyang, don't you even understand such a simple truth?"
Another Confucian scholar also said: "My mentor just said that Confucianism is divided into Confucianism and cultivation. My mentor is obviously a scholar and a man of heaven, and we have no choice but to worship him!"
Zhu Ziyang's mouth opened in surprise.
He wanted to argue.
But for a long time, I couldn't say a word.
In desperation, Zhu Ziyang could only go to see Mr. Yichuan for help.
"teacher……"
Mr. Yichuan's face was ashen.
He also knew that he had lost, and that he had failed miserably.
But how could he be willing to admit losing to a young man like Fan Li?
The only way is to start another game and turn defeat into victory!
Thinking of this, Mr. Yichuan couldn't help but blush slightly.
But he still bit the bullet and said: "Young people are lucky to be ahead, so there is no need to be complacent. A few words can't prove the level of knowledge between you and me."
"ah?"
Fan Li was slightly stunned when he heard this.
What does this old man mean?
Lost, but can’t afford to lose?
What is a lucky lead? Judging from his tone, do you want to compete for the second time?
The Confucian scholars who were watching were also surprised and angry when they heard this. They did not expect that Mr. Yichuan, who regarded himself as a great Confucian, had a face that he could not afford to lose.
"So? Do you want to compete again?" Fan Li asked with a half-smile.
"I just tried my best, but I didn't try my best." Mr. Yichuan gritted his teeth and said, "Now, the competition really begins!"
"Okay! Once the teacher becomes serious, you will definitely lose!" Zhu Ziyang clapped his hands excitedly.
Unfortunately, there were more than a thousand Confucian scholars around, but no one responded to him.
Zhu Ziyang's palm turned red, and no one else agreed with him, so he had to put his hands into his sleeves in embarrassment.
"This old man is so boring, why don't you kill him with a sword?" Holy Master Hanyue suddenly whispered to Fan Li.
Originally, she asked Fan Li to go out for fun, but it turned into a competition between Fan Li and this bad old man.
How disappointing?
"Don't do it." Fan Li smiled bitterly when he heard this and responded in a low voice: "I just said that the sea is open to all rivers and is tolerant. You stabbed someone to death with one sword, but the bad reputation will fall on him."
"……All right."
Holy Lord Hanyue really regretted it.
She was the one who invited Fan Li to attend the lecture. She only blamed herself for not choosing a good project.
Mr. Yichuan didn't know it yet, but he had just passed through the gate of hell.
Based on the difference in cultivation between him and Han Yue, the latter could poke hundreds of holes in his body by just breaking a branch, let alone using the Frost Sword.
"young people."
Mr. Yichuan spoke, deliberately raising his voice.
"Now let's make a formal comparison."
"Piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, whatever the content is, I'll let you choose!"
"It also prevents the world from laughing at me, saying that I rely on my old age to sell my old age and bully the younger generation."
After he finished speaking, Zhu Ziyang immediately echoed loudly: "Teacher is so tolerant and well-educated!"
Damn it!
In this chorus, both the master and the disciple were extremely hypocritical.
The Confucian scholars secretly despised him!
Originally, most people only hated Zhu Ziyang, but now even Mr. Yichuan despises him.
Confucianism actually covers a wide range.
In addition to music, chess, calligraphy and painting, there are also rituals, imperial duties, agriculture, commerce, engineering, arithmetic, martial arts, archery and so on.
Mr. Yichuan only plays piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, which are clearly his areas of expertise.
"I'll choose the piano." Fan Li replied casually.
Although the body he traveled through was extremely poor in combat power, it was perfect in every aspect except for its cultivation.
If it were placed before time travel, it would definitely be a god-level existence with a score of 750 in the college entrance examination!
"How dare you choose the piano?" Mr. Yichuan was secretly surprised. "Is it possible that this boy is extremely accomplished in the piano art?"
His face looked a little ugly.
He had already lost one game just now. If he lost another game, he would have no shame in living in Dachu territory from now on.
"Ah! What a coincidence!" Mr. Yichuan suddenly said: "I only use the ancestral Jiuxiao Huan Peiqin, but I don't have it with me today. I still let you choose, but choose another one for the competition, right?"
The Confucians were in an uproar after hearing this.
Go back on your word?
Is this what a great scholar should do?
The credibility is so bad that even a seven or eight-year-old child is not as good as it is.
Zhu Ziyang also stared at his teacher dumbfounded, because he clearly remembered that when he went to praise Mr. Yichuan's smelly feet a few days ago, he saw him playing the Jiuxiao Huan Peiqin.
"You might as well choose." Fan Li said impatiently.
"Okay!" Mr. Yichuan blurted out, then realized that he was a little out of control and quickly added: "You still know some etiquette and know how to respect your elders. Since you voluntarily give up the choice, I will make the decision for you."
At this point, no matter how important the appearance is, it is not as important as winning or losing.
Mr. Yichuan thought for a while and finally made up his mind.
"Let's compete in [painting]!"
(End of chapter)
