The man with the aura of Confucianism left the girl's house in frustration, and bumped into Zhao Feng, who was snickering, without taking two steps.

"You, what are you laughing at?"

Confucian angrily stomped his foot and scolded.

"I didn't laugh at anything..."

As he spoke, Zhao Feng burst out laughing.

"Are you laughing at me?!"

Ru angrily pointed at Zhao Feng and shouted.

"Me? No, no, it's just that I was angry just now. ”

"Fork..."

Confucian almost vomited learning, didn't Nima laugh at it?

It's the first time he's heard of it!

"Humph!"

As he spoke, Confucian glared at Zhao Feng and prepared to leave.

However, before he could take two steps, Confucian Sheng turned back and stared at Zhao Feng angrily: "You say, who are you?" Did you mean to see my jokes? ”

"I see you laughing?"

Zhao Feng shook his head and said, "I just happened to be here, how could I see your jokes?" ”

"Well, even if you're right, I always think you have bad intentions!"

"That's your belly as a villain!"

Zhao Feng said in his heart, this Confucian is a bit pedantic.

At this time, a child not far away suddenly shouted, "Mr. Xiang, why are you here?" ”

The child ran over happily and asked happily, "Mr. Xiang, has my handwriting improved recently?" ”

"It's a little bit of progress, but we need to keep working hard."

The Confucian touched the little boy's head and said.

"Sir?"

"Yes, I'm a teacher at a private school here. What's wrong? Isn't it okay? ”

"There's nothing wrong with that, you can teach like this?"

Zhao Feng said to this Confucian student with a smile.

He felt the surveillance of a master in the dark, and said in his heart Since you are spying on me, I will talk to this rotten man for a while.

He also knew that the other party must be probing him.

And now Zhao Feng didn't mean to return to the Forging Sect immediately.

He really wanted to find out, what was King Guangling interested in in Qiandao County?

"Heaven and earth? Or is it a peerless exercise? ”

Zhao Feng's mind flashed through many possibilities, but each of them could attract King Guangling.

The history of Qiandao County is actually very long, a long time ago, it was a battlefield between the demon clan and the monks, and the treasures left here are unknown.

It's just that slowly, the demon clan retreated to the deep sea, and the political center of humanity has also become inland.

So the place has declined.

It's just a kind of buffer zone, which has always been controlled by humans, in case a big war happens, humans can react immediately.

At that time, it will be a battlefield again!

"What's wrong with me? Tell you, I have read through Da Chu for thousands of years and read thousands of books, which can be compared with a vulgar person like you! ”

Confucius said unconvinced.

"Really?"

"No, let's compare?"

Confucian said angrily.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in any of that."

Zhao Feng waved his hand, and then looked at the little guy in front of him, the little boy stared at the little Lori for a long time, his cheeks were slightly red, and he seemed embarrassed.

Little Lori didn't bother to pay attention to the little boy, of course, if she was hungry, it was another story.

"No, I can't let you look down on me!"

Saying that, Confucian grabbed Zhao Feng's hand and took Zhao Feng to his private school!

There are two trees around the private school, and there is also a clearing lot, and there are no weeds in the open space, which is probably caused by children playing here all year round.

Smoke curled not far away, and it seemed that dinner had begun.

"Come in!"

After the man took Zhao Feng into the private school, he led Zhao Feng into the backyard of the private school, although the private school in front was quite small, but he didn't expect the vegetable garden in the back to be quite large.

"Yo, do you have a cave here?"

Zhao Feng said with a smile.

Little Lori looked down on these vegetables, so she stepped on her feet when she had nothing to do.

"Eh, what are you doing? >> Don't spoil my stuff! ”

Confucian hurriedly stopped.

After stopping Little Lori, Confucian looked at Zhao Feng and said, "I planted this with my own hands!" ”

"Really? There is also a bit of chrysanthemum picking under the east fence, leisurely to see the meaning of Nanshan. ”

Zhao Feng looked at the sunset in the distance, and then thought of this hard farming, he admired the kind of guy who could suppress the desire in his heart.

It's definitely not okay to give it to him.

He would rather die on the road to his goal than be idle.

He is completely different from this kind of person.

"I didn't expect you to be a little literate."

Confucian Sheng's eyes lit up, and he said with a hint of respect and admiration.

"It's okay, it's nonsense. What's the matter, you're going to prepare the word to entertain me here? ”

"Why not? Isn't it nice to have the sun and the moon on your head, your feet on the earth, up to the heavens, and down to the rivers and lakes, and get drunk and rest? ”

As he spoke, Confucius turned around and brought a pot of wine and placed it between the two of them.

"Since you can recite poetry against you, it seems that I underestimate you, you still have a book."

"Of course, who wouldn't read?"

Zhao Feng indifferently raised his glass and sniffed it, this wine is not a long time, whether it is the brewing time or the brewing process, it cannot be said to be a good wine.

"Well, then I'll ask you what isn't in your book. You're from Da Chu, right? ”

"Sort of."

Zhao Feng replied casually.

"So what do you think of the current situation in Da Chu?"

"What does this have to do with people like us?"

Zhao Feng asked with a smile.

"The rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband, doesn't it have anything to do with you?" Confucian Sheng suddenly came up with a sour energy, glared at Zhao Feng and angrily reprimanded: "You are irresponsible, you have no dreams in your heart!" ”

"Dreams?"

Zhao Feng smiled and said, "I have it, beauty, money, isn't this all a dream?" ”

"Vulgar!"

Confucianism angrily scolded: "Look at it, now Da Chu is on the verge of collapse. The crown prince's family is already in danger, and King Guangling controls the government, almost clearly wanting to seize power and usurp the throne! Don't you feel a little bit of a sense of crisis? ”

"What the hell am I doing?"

Zhao Feng drank a glass of wine and said with a smile: "They have a fart relationship with me, anyway, if they die, I don't die, that's fine." ”

“...”

Confucius seemed to find that the guy in front of him was not on the same line as him at all.

The other party doesn't seem to care about any major events in the world at all!

"I think you have some bearing, but I didn't expect you to be like those guys who are still asleep, you only care about the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea in front of you."

"Is there anything wrong with caring about firewood, rice, oil, and salt?"

Zhao Feng smiled and drank another glass of wine and asked rhetorically.

"Of course..."

Confucian Sheng was speechless for a moment, and he found that it didn't seem to be wrong, but looking at Zhao Feng's appearance, he always felt that something was wrong.

"That's right, that's right, but how can a young man like you not have a little ideal?"

"What is the ideal?"

Zhao Feng said with a smile: "The ideal is a sausage, the more you eat, the less it is left!" ”