Just as Su Mufeng was secretly thinking about it, he noticed that Han Fei beside him looked a little strange.

He looked over, and sure enough, he saw Han Fei's excited little face.

Han Fei's eyes were like torches, and he stopped talking.

Su Mufeng smiled and rubbed her little head, and said, "Just ask whatever you want." ”

Han Fei said happily: "Sir, is it a closed disciple of a half-saint?" ”

It's no wonder that Han Fei is so excited, although there is only a two-word difference between a half-saint disciple and a closed disciple, there is a world of difference.

After all, the half-saint has a long lifespan, most of the disciples are thousands or hundreds, and most of the disciples are also taught by senior brothers and sisters, and there are very few disciples who can get the half-saint inheritance.

And the closed disciple means the heir to the mantle.

Just like Zhuangzi and Laozi, the heirs of a family will almost always become half-saints.

Only in this way can we explain why Su Mufeng has a holy Dao thunder sound.

- Of course, no one, including Han Fei, thought that Lei Yin's appearance was because Su Mufeng had created a new holy path.

After all, there had been no new saints in a hundred years, let alone a new path.

In order not to be shocking and cause unnecessary trouble, Su Mufeng did not correct Han Fei's statement, but nodded with a smile.

The reverence in Han Fei's eyes deepened, and he asked, "I don't know who that demi-saint is?" The Dharma is unprecedented, presumably a reclusive sage, right? ”

Su Mufeng just wanted to make up a name casually, but after thinking about it, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Well, the teacher's name is Xuexia Yukimi, and he has been hidden in Fusang overseas for a hundred years. ”

――In a sense, he didn't lie, wasn't he his Legalist teacher under the snow?

Well, under the snow, I'm sorry to add the setting of a centuries-old woman to you without authorization.

Su Mufeng laughed in his heart.

Han Fei believed it to be true, and Yan said: "Sure enough, it is an overseas stranger, and even the name is so extraordinary." ”

Just as the two of them were happily discussing "under the secluded half-holy snow", Zhou Tianqi in the distance turned pale and flew onto the stone platform.

The ban on the two families of Bingmo had collapsed, and Zhou Tianqi came all the way unhindered to Li Si, who was bleeding from the Seven Orifices.

He flipped over and took out a medical book from his pocket, and when his talent flowed, Li Si's pale face slowly recovered.

Zhou Tianqi breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at Su Mufeng, and said in a deep voice: "Trespassing on Wenbi and hurting my protégé, does Your Excellency want to start a war with my Jixia School Palace?" ”

Su Mufeng chuckled: "It's just asking for justice." ”

Zhou Tianqi was already furious: "Han Fei, this son, does not follow the holy way, does not respect the teacher, acts recklessly, and does not abide by the precepts. Even if there is a genius, the future is just a scourge of fanatics! Li Sidaishi admonished, even if the shot is heavier, it should not be hurt so much! ”

Su Mufeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "A scourge of madmen? What do you think? ”

Zhou Tianqi said loudly: "Of course! This son regards the weekly rites as nothing, and if he cannot be taught, he will definitely bring disaster to the world! ”

Su Mufeng looked at Han Fei.

The girl's face became more and more pale at this time, and she was silent.

Su Mufeng looked up at the high platform pavilion and shouted, "All the great Confucians of the Academy of Learning, do you think the same way? ”

One of the great Confucians hesitated for a moment, and then the sound of his anger spread throughout the court, and said, "Han Fei has a more stubborn temperament, and it may be better to suffer some hardships." ”

Suffering?

Su Mufeng looked at Han Fei again, the blood stains on the girl's body had dried up, and the pure white school uniform was almost all dyed scarlet.

yes, it's just "a little pain".

His eyes became more and more calm, but it seemed to suppress something.

Su Mufeng glanced around the stone platform, looked at the thousands of students under the grass, and said in a cold voice: "You think the same way? ”

When the students heard this, their faces were different, but most of them agreed with this.

Finally, a student spoke: "I understand Your Excellency's pity for Han Fei, but Han Fei argues in front of the court and does not respect Mr. Jixia; Listen everywhere, disrespecting the holy ways of every family; He talks vainly about saving the world and the people, but does not practice the method of saving the world......"

He didn't go on with the rest of the sentence, because many people had already taken it.

"As Brother Zheng said, Han Fei's temperament is too stubborn."

"If Your Excellency is an elder of Han Fei, why don't you educate carefully early?"

"It's too unreasonable to blame the head of the school palace now."

The jumble of voices came together like a great judgment.

Han Fei's face turned pale, pinched the corner of Su Mufeng's clothes, and said softly: "Sir, there is no need to argue with them for the sake of Fei anymore, there is no need to ......"

"If there is a gentleman who can understand Fei, that is enough."

The girl smiled.

There is an indescribable loneliness in the smile.

Su Mufeng rubbed Han Fei's hair and looked around in a daze.

Argument in court, don't respect Mr. Jixia?

Listening around, not respecting the holy ways of all families?

Talking about saving the world and reassuring the people, but not practicing the method of saving the world?

So, that's your reason?

It turns out that this is your reason.

Su Mufeng closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he whispered to himself, and with the blessing of his talent, his voice was subtle but spread throughout the courtroom.

"There is Bole in the world, and then there is Maxima."

The hustle and bustle in the court suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at Su Mufeng in confusion, turning heads and ears.

Han Fei also looked at Su Mufeng suspiciously.

The allusions of Bole and Maxima have been spread in the Spring and Autumn Period, and they are widely known to all countries.

But now no one can understand what Su Mufeng wants to express when he mentions this allusion.

Su Mufeng ignored everyone's doubts, and continued to say lightly: "Maxima often exists, but Bole does not often have. ”

The next moment.

His voice suddenly froze.

"Therefore, although there is a famous horse, it is humiliated by the hands of slaves, and it is not called a thousand miles!"

Leaving the courtroom, there was silence for a moment.

Then, the commotion suddenly rang out, and the students and the tutors in the pavilion looked angry.

The scribes here are all elites of the nations, so how could they not understand Su Mufeng's metaphor?

"Han Fei is a metaphor for Maxima? Hmph, arrogant! ”

"Humiliating us as slaves? Relegating the Jixia School Palace to a stable? Outrageous! ”

Only Han Fei stared at Su Mufeng in a daze and didn't say a word.

Su Mufeng didn't care about the anger that filled the court, and his speed of speech became faster and faster: "Those who are thousands of miles away from horses, one food or one stone." Horse eaters don't know that they can eat thousands of miles. ”

"It's a horse, although it has the ability of thousands of miles, it is not enough to eat, it is not enough, it is not beautiful, and it is impossible to get it with the usual horses, so I ask for its ability to be thousands of miles."

The hustle and bustle in the courtyard quieted down again, and the students gasped one after another, and said incredulously: "This article, this article-"

On the high platform of the pavilion, the expressions of the great Confucians changed from the original displeasure to solemnity.

"Could it be that I'm really wrong?"

A white-haired man whispered to himself.

Han Fei was still silent, but his eyes were slightly red.

Su Mufeng's voice continued.

"The strategy is not its way, the food can not make the best of its materials, the song can not understand its meaning, and the policy is coming, saying: "There is no horse in the world." ”

He looked around, his tone changing from impassioned to indifferent and contemptuous.

"Woohoo! Is it really no Mayer? ”

"He really doesn't know the horse!"

One thing.

Silence in the courtroom.

After a long time, finally a student under the rank said to himself in disbelief: "Isn't it the way to do it? Can't eat as much as you can't eat? Singing but can't understand its meaning? ”

The noise gradually sounded.

"This article, is it secretly in line with the way of heaven? Why is it so difficult for me to refute my talents? ”

"It's really no horse? He really doesn't know horses? Are we really wrong? ”

"Yes, Han Fei's talent is already recognized by Jixia, she has talent, but she has been stagnant for several years, is it really because of Jixia?"

On the high platform of the attic, the Confucian people had complicated faces, and sighed softly as if they had realized something.

In front of Su Mufeng, Han Fei lowered his head, still silent.

The stone platform, which was still stained with blood, was covered with crystal splashes.