"Boy, how's it going?" Ye Wushuang remembered Su Chenxi's slightly smug voice in his mind again, and asked Ye Wushuang.

"Dare to ask which great Confucian the predecessor is, thank you for the help of the senior, Ye Wushuang is grateful. Ye Wushuang was slightly stunned, and hurriedly replied respectfully to the voice in his head.

In the worldview he knows, only a great Confucian with amazing talent can spread the sound thousands of miles and make such shocking poems.

"Ahem, it's just a gesture, the Confucianism of the seven-grade battle poem can't look down on it, so I'll give it to you kid. Su Chenxi, who was in front of the computer screen, tried to hold back a smile and replied lightly, his tone was not salty or light, as if this poem was just garbage made casually for him, and he couldn't look at it.

This guy shamelessly pretended to be 13 in the other world, but I don't know if the ancients would have crawled out from under the Nine Springs and strangled a shameless pretending 13 criminal.

"Dare to ask why the seniors helped the kid so much?" Ye Wushuang slowly walked off the stage and returned to his seat, but asked Su Chenxi in his heart.

In his opinion, things like this kind of virtuous and respected people must have a purpose, there is no love for no reason in the world, and there is no hate for no reason, this is very clear in Ye Wushuang's eyes, and he can't help but have some doubts, besides, the Yongxi Kingdom can't accommodate the power of the Great Confucian Scholar, for them, the land of projectiles can't enter their eyes.

"I've been observing you for a long time, and I see that your talent and character are excellent, why don't you be my student?!" Su Chenxi smiled slightly, and said slowly without hesitation about Ye Wushuang's intentions.

"What?!" Ye Wushuang exclaimed and suddenly stood up from his seat, the expression on his face was shocking and moving, attracting frequent sideways glances.

"Ye Aiqing?" King Yongxi asked with some concern with a puzzled look.

"Back to the king's words, the minister just thought of something, thank you for the king's concern. Ye Wushuang came back to his senses, forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, the expression on his face returned to normal, and slowly replied to King Yongxi.

"That's good. King Yongxi nodded and stopped talking.

"Thank you for the kindness of my predecessors, I am afraid it will be difficult for me to learn the literary atmosphere lightly, and besides, the kid is keen on martial arts and has little interest in literary cultivation. Ye Wushuang was silent for a while, and his tone was extremely euphemistic.

Although he had some regrets in his heart, Ye Wushuang was still extremely clear about how much ink was in his stomach, so after thinking about it again and again, he finally refused.

Su Chenxi: "......"

The corners of Su Chenxi's mouth twitched, and he was a little speechless, he seemed to be a little self-defeating, and he wasted so much effort to create the image of a senior master, and the powerful image was there, but the result was that others were not interested.

"What if I can also teach you martial arts cultivation, how are you doing?" Su Chenxi asked with a slight smile in his mind.

As soon as the words fell, the thought of a relative flashed in Ye Wushuang's mind, and Ye Wushuang took a deep breath and spoke again: "Could it be that the predecessor is the top power of the civil and military double cultivation?!"

Su Chenxi couldn't deny a faint hum, which made Ye Wushuang suddenly raise his head in disbelief.

"Can the senior let the kid think about it, and give a reply to the senior in a few days?" Ye Wushuang asked with some nervousness in his heart.

"But!" Su Chenxi responded lightly, and Ye Wushuang's change in attitude made him a little happy. But he forcibly suppressed it, and his heart was extremely calm.

"Thank you, seniors. Ye Wushuang slowly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and thanked him with great respect.

Regarding the thoughts in Ye Wushuang's heart, Su Chenxi also faintly guessed, a person who had no knowledge of the root cause suddenly appeared and said that he wanted to take you as an apprentice, even if the conditions were good, it would always make people vigilant.

"Great King, there is such a great talent in my Yongxi Kingdom, if I cultivate more, maybe there will be a top Wendao power in my Yongxi Kingdom in the future, so the old minister dared to ask the king to allow the old minister to accept Ye Wushuang as a disciple, and he also vowed to cultivate Ye Wushuang with all his life's work. Taifu turned around and glanced back at Ye Wushuang, and suddenly pleaded with King Yongxi with great respect.

Taifu Cang's words resounded throughout the garden party, and a word stirred up a thousand waves, and the audience seemed to explode as if a pot had exploded, and countless people cast envious eyes on Ye Wushuang who was sitting on the side, with a complicated expression.

"No, Ye Wushuang himself is a martial arts cultivator, and the younger generation of our Yongxi Kingdom is already a peerless existence, if we worship Taifu as a teacher and improve our Wendao cultivation, do we want to live. Someone glanced at Ye Wushuang with an extremely sad expression.

"Alas, there is no way to do it, who let Ye Wushuang become a poem in five steps, and his words are seven-grade battle poems, and you can't envy the audience if you are shocked. Someone patted the shoulder of the first person to speak, sighed silently, and looked at Ye Wushuang's expression with an extremely complicated expression.

Although the attitude of the people present was extremely envious, but no one spoke out to object, the seven-rank battle poem made by Ye Wushuang was enough to block the mouths of everyone present, if you are not convinced, you have the ability to make an impromptu seven-rank battle poem!

In the Yongxi Kingdom, as a Taifu literati, the cultivation is the highest, reaching the realm of the three grades of Jinshi, most of the students who came out of his hands have embarked on official careers to benefit one side, and the disciples are all over the Yongxi Kingdom, in the eyes of others, as long as they are favored by the Taifu, they will definitely be prosperous and prosperous.

It is worth mentioning that as one of the two top neutral in the dragon world, the Scholar Hall will continue to send writers to educate the party, and whenever a kingdom applies to the Scholar Palace, it will inevitably send a scholar to serve as the Taifu of the applicant country, and the Scholar Hall will regularly evaluate the political performance of the writers sent by it, and reward or punish them.

And the Taifu of the Yongxi Kingdom is the literati sent by the Scholar's Palace, so in Taifu's opinion, cultivating a person like Ye Wushuang who has a top talent in literature is not only a good thing for Ye Wushuang, but also the icing on the cake for himself.

"Silence!" The person who was in charge of maintaining the order of the garden party on the side saw King Yongxi's brows gradually wrinkled, and he was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward and scolded loudly.

The scene suddenly fell silent, and countless people held their breath and quietly looked at the figures on the stage, waiting for the development of things.

"It's... Ye Aiqing, you can decide for yourself, the widow can't give you advice. King Yongxi looked embarrassed, and finally gave the final choice to Ye Wushuang himself, and King Yongxi gave enough respect to Ye Wushuang.

"King Xie!" Seeing that King Yongxi didn't easily agree for himself, Ye Wushuang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said extremely respectfully.

"Thank you Lord Taifu for your kindness, it's just that I am obsessed with martial arts cultivation, and I don't want to be here for the cultivation of Wendao, I hope Lord Taifu will forgive me." Ye Wushuang glanced at the Taifu with a look of anticipation on his face, a wry smile on his face, and for this Taifu who had paid a lot for the Yongxi Kingdom, his tone was also extremely tactful and refused.

Actually refused?!! Ye Wushuang's words did not fall, countless exclamations rang out one after another, and everyone looked at Ye Wushuang as if they were looking at a fool.

Ye Wushuang touched his nose a little helplessly, and was a little speechless at the eyes of everyone, he knew very well in his heart that neither his cultivation nor his own status allowed him to worship Taifu as a teacher.

On the cultivation of the kindness of the dignified Confucian, I politely declined, not to mention a mere three-grade jinshi, in terms of identity, as the champion Hou is the new generation of military giants of King Yongxi, how can he worship the head of the civil official as a teacher, not to mention that his grandfather used to be the leader of the military.

If you want me to worship Taifu as a teacher, you must first get rid of your grandfather's level, otherwise everything will not be discussed.

"It's a pity, say hello to Old Man Ye on my behalf, and leave for Ye Mansion as a guest in the near future. Taifu obviously knew what Ye Wushuang was thinking, sighed with some regret, changed his tone again, and said to Ye Wushuang.

"Yes. Seeing that the Taifu was going to visit his grandfather, he seemed to have predicted the scene of his grandfather arguing with the Taifu, so he smiled helplessly and hurriedly agreed.

(Hee-hee-hee, new book for recommendation!)