Zhu Yijun's round smiling face appeared in his mind, he suddenly straightened his waist, and said loudly: "The student is ashamed, he doesn't dare to take his own 'high opinion', he just wants to ask Mr., the saint is holy, why is it holy?" ”

"He is a saint with all talents and virtues." This is the accepted standard of Confucianism, Shen Li replied without the slightest hesitation.

"The student asked Mr. again, what is sacred learning?" Chen Mo was aggressive, and asked quickly, but there was some style of forcing students on the podium in later generations.

At this moment, the students in the entire classroom have been stunned by the argument between the two, the history of the inner study hall for nearly a hundred years, what has been experienced today, unheard of, not only unprecedented, but also unprecedented. Everyone was in a complicated mood, not only the pleasure of raising their eyebrows, but also the worry about Chen Mo, and even more, whispering, it is expected that no matter whether he wins or loses this time, Chen Mo will be punished most severely-respecting the teacher and respecting the Tao is the criterion, so ask Mr. like this, if you don't punish him heavily, where will the Tao exist?

"The holy scholar, the refined learning, the erudition, and the absolute learning, are the way of the sage's learning, the way of learning, the path of learning, and the meaning of full learning! The ancient Confucius and the old Zhuang Mo can be said to be the most complete of holy learning! It is the old world people respect it as a sage, "I think" poem said: think deeply, there must be strange thoughts, believe in the teacher, can be a famous teacher, the holy erudite, the party becomes a peerless learning. Knowing the good is for the sake of the good. Don't be evil, don't give up your form, don't stop saving, and don't break God. ”

Shen Li talked eloquently, his spirit was flying, and he seemed to be a different person.

Chen Mo roughly understood what Shen Li meant, and while secretly praising the other party, he immediately asked: "As Mr. said, the way of a saint is to educate the world." There are so many fools in the world, what if they misunderstand the words of the saints? Don't you hear that the avenue is profound, and if you miss it, it is a thousand miles wrong? ”

Shen Li's erudition is erudition, when it comes to eloquence, where is Chen Mo's opponent who has many years of experience in standing on the podium in later generations, he was speechless when he asked two questions in a row, his expression changed rapidly, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly brushed his sleeves away. At this moment, the classroom suddenly exploded, praise, accusation, worry, ridicule, and chaos, no longer the sacredness of the school, but like the vegetable market in the morning.

"Enough, look at you, how many saints do you still look like? After school, everyone comes to our house to receive ten boards, Chen Mo, you come with us! Zhang Whale's appearance was like a pair of big hands suddenly choking everyone's throats, from extremely chaotic to extremely quiet, but in an instant. Everyone lowered their heads one after another, and when they looked up again, Zhang Whale had already left, and Chen Mo was gone.

"It's over this time, I'm angry, sir, at least fifty boards, right?"

"Fifty boards are light, and it's hard to 'worship the saint', and the two pillars of incense are considered to be soft-hearted." The faces of those who spoke were complicated, and those who listened were also terrified. Chen Zeng got up to find Chen Ju, Li Tianyou and Zhang Decheng looked at each other, and also got up and walked out of the classroom. The two of them are seniors, and this one took the lead, and all the students followed one after another to find out.

The Admiral had a separate duty room, at the back of the inner study hall, for office purposes, but everyone didn't see Zhang Jing and Chen Mo there. Thinking of someone's statement that "I can't do it to 'worship the saint'", everyone hurriedly turned to the door of the inner study hall, and saw Zhang Whale and Chen Mo from a distance.

The so-called "worship of saints" is the heaviest punishment for students in the inner study hall, and because it is too strict, even Zhang Whale, who has always been ruthless, rarely uses it.

"Let's ask you again, do you admit your mistakes?" Zhang Whale had already seen those students who came to watch the excitement, and knew that the forces they represented were intricate, and they would be the backbone of the eunuch group in the future, even if he was the master of ceremonies, he could not ignore it, so he could only grit his teeth and give Chen Mo another chance.

Chen Mo stood in front of the statue of Sage Kong without saying a word.

Li Tianyou reminded: "Shaoyan, you are talking!" ”

Chen Mo didn't look at Li Tianyou, his eyes swept the Sage Kong from top to bottom, only to see his big sleeves fluttering, his eyes looking into the distance deeply, and his whole body was full of compassion and compassion. Lao Tzu doesn't admit his mistakes, what can you do with me?

Zhang Whale waited for a while, but what he got was still silence, and seeing that his face was full of stubbornness, his heart couldn't help but tremble, he frowned sparsely, and Sen Ran ordered the fan next to him: "Palm incense, torture!" ”

As soon as the voice fell, a fan had already lit the fire, lit the incense that had been prepared, and inserted it on the ground in front of Chen Mo. Two other fans stepped forward and pressed Chen Mo's body hard, and put on a posture of standing and bowing, folding his body in half, infinitely close to one hundred and eighty degrees. One of them kicked Chen Mo lightly at the knee socket, and saw that he collapsed very straight, so he glanced at the other fanzi and stood next to Chen Mo left and right.

This is the standard posture of "worshipping the saint", which is simple to say and easy to do, and the pain in it can only be experienced by the person concerned.

It is probably because Chen Mo's body is still young, and his flexibility is much stronger than that of Zhao Haochen in later generations, and the pain of stretching the ligaments is acceptable.

However, he did not relax for long, as time went on, the blood gradually gathered into his lowered head, dizziness, dark eyes, a burst of evil in his chest, and a thunderous roar in his ears.

Is it worth it to be tortured like this for the sake of a moment?

Chen Mo began to regret his decision, but when he thought of Shen Li's indifferent face and Zhang Whale's condescending accusation, he gritted his teeth again.

Chen Ju was taken aback when he got the news from Chen Zeng's mouth, and when he hurried to the gate, he saw Chen Mo, who was already sweating profusely and crumbling, gritting his teeth and insisting on never begging for mercy. He didn't come forward to intercede, because he knew that such an act was inappropriate, so he could only watch silently like other students, and gradually, he suddenly found that his mood became complicated.

Yes, he came with anger, but in the face of Chen Mo, who was suddenly a little strange in front of him, he suddenly found that his anger slowly dissipated, and was replaced by a faint distress, as if he saw himself many years ago.

He suddenly desperately wanted to find Qian Mu and ask him not to pursue it any further, because he vaguely felt that if the final investigation result was indeed as he expected, he might not be able to kill Chen Mo.

Tangled, tangled again, it's all because of Chen Mo.

Chen Ju rubbed his eyebrows and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The incense mist was curling, and it had already burned for two-thirds, and Chen Mo still didn't say a word, and the punching saint bowed, and his legs were already trembling uncontrollably.

Students who have been punished like this in the past often kowtow and beg for mercy halfway through the incense, and few are as insistent as Chen Mo. The first fan also kicked his knee socket from time to time at the beginning to measure the straightness of his legs, and later, a wave of admiration arose, and he couldn't bear to kick anymore.

The students looked at Chen Mo quietly, and some of them had already turned their heads away. Even those who were secretly jealous of Chen Mo also put away their jealousy at this moment, their expressions were complicated, and they didn't know how to evaluate it.

Is it stupid? Nature is stupid. But why can't people laugh at it?

Nobody figured it out.

A pillar of incense finally burned out, and everyone let out a long breath. Chen Mo still didn't mean to beg for mercy, Zhang Whale glanced at Chen Ju next to him, and Sen Ran ordered: "Another pillar of incense!" ”