Chapter Fifty-Seven: White Horses Are Not Horses

Taiyin School Palace, under the door of the East Palace, Meng Yi cut the stone for the seat.

He and Meng Tian both walked out of their own sword paths, the former took five days, and the latter took four days.

Meng Tian's kendo is the way of a general, and he uses military law, while his kendo is the way of skill, and he uses art.

The two Montessori brothers slowly sat on the upper seat, although they did not have the name of master and apprentice from Li Chunqiu, they had the reality of master and apprentice, and naturally they also learned some habits from Li Chunqiu.

For example, stone chairs, for example, some vernacular.

Subtly, nothing more.

Perhaps, in the future, the Chinese language will once again sweep the entire Central Plains.

A warm breeze blows.

In the midday sun, there was a long queue in front of the Taiyin School Palace.

At this time, Meng Yi and Meng Tian were sitting on the stone chairs, and Qin Ruishi was standing in front of the Taiyin Academy.

Everyone lined up honestly.

Gongsun Long was far behind the old man, and he raised his head and stroked his beard while looking ahead.

People are old and flowery, although they can't see things directly in the near distance, but they can see the distance more clearly.

After seeing the gate of the Taiyin School Palace, which was incomparable to even the palace of King Zhao, even Gongsun Long had to praise: Fruit Immortals!

The magnificence of the East Palace Gate is nothing more than that.

After slowly retracting his gaze, Gongsun Long lowered his head to look at the Montessori brothers who distinguished the talents, and couldn't help frowning.

"How do children identify talents?"

Could it be that Mr. Chunqiu doesn't look down on us, so he humiliates us as a child?

In Gongsun Long's heart, he was full of thoughts.

At this time, in front of the stone chair, Meng Yi looked at the butcher in front of him, shook his head and said, "You are not a person who is destined, but you are talented?"

The butcher slowly pulled out an extremely heavy knife from behind his back, lifted it by his side with one hand, and said:

"The villain is good at knives, killing more than 100 cattle with knives, and his conceited knife skills are proud of everyone, I don't know if this is considered talent?"

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Meng Yi fell from his seat and looked at the butcher's size.

The butcher has a big shoulder, a round waist, and can walk a horse on his shoulders.

"It's kind of interesting, try it!"

"How do I try?"

"The knife method of killing the cow, the art of Ku Ding, the small way, the knife method of killing, should be separated, specialized, or the avenue. ”

"You want to try the villain's knife?"

The butcher's eyes widened, a little incredulous.

"Please!"

After repeatedly confirming that the young man in front of him really wanted to try his knife, the butcher slowly stepped forward with his knife.

Meng Yi stood with the butcher like a lion cub trying to challenge the lion king.

Everyone present couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for them.

Gongsun Long also pinched a sweat for him.

Meng Tian was still sitting on the stone chair, he tilted his head slightly, and said, "Start lightly, before the school palace, it is not appropriate to see blood." ”

"Yes!"

Meng Yi nodded, and then pulled out a wooden sword from the side of the stone chair.

Although Meng Yi had no intention of doing so, he also looked down on the butcher.

The butcher was not angry.

At this time, Meng Yi flicked the blade of the wooden sword and said:

"Come on!"

The butcher clenched the big knife in his hand and said:

"Young man, wooden sword?"

"You're not afraid to drink blood here?"

The butcher was already furious.

The simple person was humiliated, and he was also angry.

The wrath of the horseman, the blood splattered five steps.

The Qin people were irritable, and there were not a few who drew their swords angrily.

"Naturally!"

Meng Yi said lightly.

"Good!"

The butcher didn't care if he was a disciple of an immortal at the moment, he was carrying the big knife that weighed dozens of catties, and when he got up, he was a powerful knife.

Meng Yi looked at the sword momentum, and it wasn't until the heavy long knife entered three feet in front of him that the long sword in his hand was like a long wind swimming dragon, and the hilt of the long sword lightly touched the heavy big knife blade.

The butcher, who was fully charged, couldn't contain his big knife at all, and the blade was directly embedded in the earth.

At this time, the wooden sword in Meng Yi's hand had already used the hilt to hit the big sword, and the tip of the wooden sword gently pierced the butcher's neck.

It all came naturally.

This is Meng Yi's sword path, and the swordsman's art is also.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency's sword is not enough to make Your Excellency enter the Taiyin Academy. ”

"Next!"

At this time, everyone paid attention to his young man.

can guard the door for the immortals, and it is really not a mediocre talent.

From the high sunshine to the twilight about to fall, it was finally Gongsun Long.

At this time, a black-clothed old man walked slowly with a bunch of bamboo slips, and after receiving a nameplate in Meng Yi's hand, he walked into the East Palace Gate.

Gongsun Long frowned, he pointed to the old man who entered the school palace, and asked:

"Why did this old man enter the Taiyin Academy?"

"This gentleman's knife and pen guest can naturally enter. ”

Meng Yi smiled faintly, neither humble nor arrogant, he was the kind of real elegant gentleman.

Although he is less than ten years old, he has a demeanor.

Gongsun Long nodded and sighed:

"Those who do swords and pens for immortals are also blessed. ”

At this time, Meng Tian asked:

"What's your name, sir?"

"The famous grandson Ryuya. ”

Meng Yi looked at Meng Tian, and Meng Tian shook his head to indicate that he was not destined to be a person.

"If you are not a person who is destined, Mr. can talk about it before you can enter Taixue. ”

At this time, Gongsun Long's disciple was not angry:

"My husband's talent is known to all nations. ”

"All nations are all nations, and too much learning is too much learning, how can we generalize about it. ”

Meng Yi's voice was as light as clear water, and there was no mockery or boasting.

He doesn't care about the identity of the person in front of him, and he won't show off his ability.

This is Meng Yi.

Gongsun Long stared at the young man in front of him tightly, he had been watching it for a day today, although most of them were people with wine bags and rice bags to talk to him, he had to admit that this young man was indeed extraordinary.

"A ten-year-old boy, can he still speak of the country?"

Gongsun Long suddenly spoke.

It seems to be questioning that the Montessori brothers are sitting here, and it seems that they are only discussing one issue.

But Meng Yi said unhurriedly:

"A ten-year-old boy can still speak of the country, and the blessing of this country is also. ”

Gongsun Long nodded, and said, "How does the young man regard him as a famous master?"

"I think, a famous artist, that the art of sophistry is still useful. ”

"Mr. once said that there are three thousand avenues, and all of them can be enlightened and sanctified, so although they are not of great use, they can also be used. ”

Gongsun Long's brows furrowed completely when he heard this.

"Why Avenue?"

"Those who steal to be strong are all avenues. ”

"The way of the merchant is the avenue. ”

Gongsun Long retorted: "Shang Jun can be called the Great Dao, what is the Great Dao of a traitor?"

Meng Yi glanced at Gongsun Long lightly, then lowered his head and said:

"Reward the husband, punish the doctor, so that the world's interests are in a hole, how can it not be strong? ”

"Shang Jun, the muscles and bones of Lixi Qin, the flesh and bones of the strong and weak, dominate the world, why not call it the Great Dao?"

Gongsun Long looked at the young man in front of him, and he had to admit that "a ten-year-old boy should be able to seek a country."

But he will not admit that the famous master is useless learning, this is his life's work.

This avenue is also disputed.

Gongsun Long straightened his rickety body and straightened up.

That famous family seems to have returned to their prime in an instant, when they were arguing about the country.