The wagon was constantly turning.

Li Hongru also gradually heard a burst of low voices.

This is the entrance to a crowded venue.

But he rarely heard of any major events in Chang'an City recently.

This is probably not an occasion for civilians to watch.

A burst of bells and Sanskrit sounds sounded, and Li Hongru immediately saw Wang Fuchou's unhappy face.

"A group of demon monks!"

He whispered a curse.

Immediately, the sound of 'Amitayus Blessed' came to my ears.

"A group of demons!"

Wang Fuchou added a sentence, which can be regarded as an equal treatment.

He was proficient in Confucianism and Taoism, and also maintained a certain degree of caution in Buddhism and Buddhism.

Thinking of Wang Fuchou's mention of taking him to see the young masters of various factions, and the Dharma meeting that Night Demon Yan wanted to participate in, Li Hongru suddenly learned some information.

The carriage shuttled, the silk Buddhist words and Taoist questions kept coming into his ears, and Wang Fuchou's face was as black as a charcoal.

Wait for the sound to be lower, and hear 'long time gone' 'Hello boss?' ''Your son is extraordinary'...... With such words, Wang Fuchou's face gradually became normal.

This is the place where Confucianism gathers.

The carriage stopped steadily, and Wang Fuchou also walked out with Li Hongru.

"Brother Enron!"

"Look up for a long time, Brother Fuchou!"

……

Li Hongru came out with it, and immediately saw a large number of people who were pressed by the black.

Wang Fuchou was like a courtesan, and began to salute and greet everywhere.

By the way, Li Hongru was also pushed out by him.

"Yes, yes, it's a buildable material!"

"In the future, it will be my pillar of the Tang Dynasty!"

"Brother Fu Chou has always had a vicious eye, I think this young man must have two good skills!"

"It's really blessed to be matched by Brother Fuchou."

"Brother Fuchou, do you want to look at my grandson again, I have other grandsons, they won't be as stupid as last time."

……

Li Hongru suddenly endured the most polite praise in the history of his life.

Along with it, there is envy, jealousy, contrast, and gaze.

This is a new occasion, and he is constantly being scrutinized by many people.

Li Hongru's eyes were a little dazed.

He just felt that he was in the middle of a bunch of big guys, and he was being pointed around.

It wasn't until he saw Rong Caijun and other familiar people in the crowd that he settled down in his heart.

The elders have a place for the elders to talk, and the juniors also have a place for the juniors to gather.

"Cheng, you can play by yourself" Wang Fuchou looked at Li Hongru, who was flushed, and said: "Remember not to run far, so as not to collide with people." ”

"Okay, teacher!"

Li Hongru responded briskly, and only then did he break through from a bunch of middle-aged and elderly people.

"Brother Talent, Brother Peilin, Brother Dong......"

Probably because of the lack of qualifications, there were not many students from the Four Gates, and Li Hongru only saw more than ten people.

"Brother Hongru!" Rong Caijun said curiously.

"Brother Hongru!"

……

A bunch of people immediately saluted.

Being able to come in is a sign of ability.

No matter what class Li Hongru was before, if he can come in, he can no longer be underestimated and appear to be superior.

There was no lack of politeness in the greetings of everyone, far less than the casual nods before.

"I haven't seen you for more than ten days, could it be that you went to apprenticeship?"

Rong Caijun looked at Li Hongru with doubts in his eyes.

After excluding him stealing books, he ran to Li's cloth shop twice with trepidation, and he did not see Li Hongru in Simen Hall for more than ten days.

With this kind of absenteeism, if there are no accidents, Li Hongru should be persuaded to retire this year.

He was ready to lose this little friend, but he didn't expect Li Hongru to gain anything else.

Li Hongru can see Rong Caijun, and Rong Caijun can also see Li Hongru clearly and know the thighs around Li Hongru.

It was Dr. Wang of the Simen Pavilion, and Li Hongru hugged the highest thigh of the Simen Pavilion.

The big guy protects the body, and all evils do not invade.

Not to mention that Li Hongru was absent from school for ten days, even if he was absent from school for a year, he could still study in the Simen Pavilion.

"Thanks to the teacher's care, I can get in."

"I'm convex!"

After Li Hongru confirmed, Rong Caijun immediately squirted.

"You actually voted for Dr. Wang, my father asked him once, and he was disgraced and went back."

"I heard that Dr. Wang has a bit of a temper."

"The cockfight nicknamed the Education Department has a bad temper, who catches and pecks whom, and whether he can peck or not is another matter."

Everyone secretly glanced at Wang Fuchou in the distance, and then they exchanged in a low voice.

Li Hongru also learned from everyone that he had a general impression of the outside world.

This is not much different from his previous judgment.

Jealous and hateful, upright, can't tolerate sand in his eyes, and the strength of the big guy is not strong, but the fighting spirit is high......

Many concepts have come out one by one.

But it is undeniable that Wang Fuchou has a strong ability to teach, otherwise he would not have fallen into the position of director of the Simen Pavilion.

Everyone immediately congratulated one after another.

After the politeness was over, they continued with the previous topic.

Today's topic is this event.

In Confucianism, this is a grand event held by the emperor today.

In the Taoist lineage, it is to hold a dojo.

In the eyes of the Buddha, this is another puja.

Different positions, different views.

But there is no doubt that this venue is home to a myriad of carefully selected people who are eligible to enter.

It is them, the onlookers, who eat melons, that they can only enter the onlookers with screening.

Each of the three factions occupies a region, and each other's well water does not interfere with the river water, and each of them nags in their own divisions.

Not only the highly respected and the unfathomable in strength, but also many young people showed their faces in this grand event.

Li Hongru was pulled and pointed at several young masters, and when the discussion stopped for a while, he was pulled to the side by Rong Caijun, and he was about to hand over a small note to whisper.

"Are you the one who Dr. Wang took a fancy to you?"

Rong Caijun asked in a low voice, and some strange lights flashed in his eyes.

"Which one is that?" Li Hongru asked in a low voice.

"It's Ming Ting, I see that your forehead is very plump," Rong Caijun said.

"I've always been very plump," Li Hongru replied: "I mainly condensed Haoran righteousness before I was accepted by the teacher." ”

"What?"

Li Hongru's reply made Rong Caijun feel bad immediately.

said that they would be errand students together, and Li Hongru inexplicably took the lead.

Rong Caijun felt that he was in pain.

He thought that Li Hongru had studied what content was on the "Ming Court Sutra", and the questions and answers were decently favored by Wang Fuchou, but he didn't expect that it was a condensation of Confucianism's righteousness.

This is the threshold for entering the literati practice.

There is no need to think about it anymore, Rong Caijun is also very clear about Wang Fuchou's mentality.

It is not easy for a commoner to have a Confucian righteousness, and the number of people who produce a limited number of people every year can be classified as geniuses.

This probably happened to coincide with Li Hongru's first condensation of Haoran righteousness.

It's just that Li Hongru has become a genius inexplicably?

Unscientific.

Obviously, this guy also went to class together and handed out small notes, and he had to get by.

Rong Caijun only found it difficult to understand this transformation.

Ten days ago, Li Hongru was still confused, even if Li Hongru studied the "Ming Court Sutra" a few days ago, the other party had no sign of condensing Haoran righteousness.

"Ming Ting Jing" is good at looking at qi, and when you practice to be proficient, you can also open the eye of heaven to examine and verify.

But it is impossible for the ability of the "Ming Court Sutra" to be transformed into a heroic righteousness.

Rong Caijun thought about it for a while and didn't figure it out.

He felt that Li Hongru was probably out of shit luck.

At this time, Rong Caijun couldn't help but think of himself.

His mood at this time can probably be described as 'lying on a big grass'.

When he thought about the feeling of righteousness around his body, he was able to settle down.

Approaching the age of eighteen, he seems to have taken some stimuli and blows, and he also began to board the last train.