Tang Xiao was a little angry.

But the children of the family in the hall all laughed, thinking that Nan Baoyi was very interesting, and even looked at her kindly.

Tang Xiao coughed and began to talk: "There are many hermits today, but I think that anyone who has the name of a hermit is a person who sells his reputation and reputation. Because a true hermit will never proclaim his fame. Therefore, unknown people such as fishermen, woodcutters, cultivators, etc., are well-deserved hermits. Jing Lian Xiaodao, this is my argument, can you refute it? ”

He shook his tail and straightened his back triumphantly, obviously believing that Nan Baoyi couldn't say anything about him.

Xiao Yi knocked on the case.

He looked at Nan Baoyi.

The so-called argument has to quote scriptures and classics to refute the opponent's arguments.

Tang Xiao's argument is novel, and I don't know if the little girl can argue it.

Nan Baoyi is playing with a white jade Ruyi.

On his side, Poinsettia smiled and raised her cheeks, and said in a low voice: "Do you want senior brother to mention one or two?" ”

Nan Baoyi shook her head.

After thinking for a moment, she smiled slightly.

Her voice is good, like striking gold and knocking jade: "The so-called 'hermit', 'hidden' refers to retreat, and 'shi' refers to a scholar." Therefore, the fisherman and the cultivator mentioned by Tang Lang are illiterate and can only be regarded as a 'hermit', but cannot be called a 'hermit'. From the beginning, Tang Lang was wrong. ”

Tang Xiao was stunned.

He was not convinced, and said: "According to the head of Jinglian Xiaodao, there are rich businessmen who are vulgar, but they can also read and write, and that kind of person goes to the mountains to live for a few days, is it considered a hermit?" ”

"Definitely." Nan Baoyi was calm and unhurried, "Zi said: Shi Zhi is in the Tao." It can be seen that a real reader has his own moral truth in his heart, and his own family and country. The rich businessmen listed by Tang Lang only have wealth and glory in their hearts, how can they be regarded as 'scholars'? If he is not a "scholar", he cannot be called a hermit. ”

Nan Baoyi suddenly looked at Ji Bai and arched his hand respectfully: "Ji Shanchang is very knowledgeable, full of peach and plums, and he doesn't love fame and fortune, so I think that people like you can afford the name of 'hermit'." ”

The hall immediately burst into applause.

The children of the family were very excited.

This little Taoist, looking at his eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth, looks like a little lady, he didn't expect his rhetoric to be so sharp!

I can still shoot colorful sycophants in the debate, look at Ji Shanchang, he can't stop smiling, and even his beard is up!

They are so obedient!

Tang Xiao's face flushed.

He embarrassedly put away his tail and shyly arched his hand towards Nan Baoyi: "It's to get an axe at the end of the work door." The trail is reasonable, and he is convinced by the heart of the next loss. ”

When the words landed, another family Langjun said loudly:

"I'm here to argue with the little Taoist!"

Nan Baoyi looked.

Lang Jun, who spoke, was born like a crown of jade, but he was smeared with grease and powder, wearing a women's skirt, and holding orchid fingers, dressed very enchantingly.

Poinsettia smiled and said, "The little Langjun of the big Sima family is called Zhou Lingshu." Good at sophistry, good manhood. His eyes, I'm afraid I'm looking at you. ”

Nan Baoyi hurriedly covered her chest nervously.

Remembering that she was now dressed as a teenager, she coughed lightly and lowered her hands unnaturally: "What advice does Zhou Lang have?" ”

Zhou Lingshu reclined behind the table, gently shaking the folding fan, and his eyes were like silk: "Every late at night, when I fall asleep alone, I feel scared. There are thousands of dead souls in the world, and there are also thousands of ghosts. When the trail chief sleeps alone late at night, will he be afraid of ghosts? ”

Spiritualism?

Nan Baoyi thought for a while and replied frankly: "I'm not afraid, because I don't believe that there are ghosts in the world." ”

She was in the sinkhole of the mine, facing so many corpses, didn't she come out alive?

However, this is too shocking. 1800 Literature

Everyone looked at her in disbelief.

How can there be no ghosts and gods in the world?

Nan Baoyi continued: "Those who claim to have seen ghosts say that ghosts wear clothes before they were born. If people become ghosts after death, do they also become ghosts with their clothes? It can be seen that the theory of ghosts and gods is absurd. ”

Zhou Lingshu became interested.

He sat upright: "What the little Taoist chief said is not right. Zi Bu is strange and confused, and Zi respects ghosts and gods and stays away, so it can be seen that even the saints dare not make assertions, saying that there are no ghosts and gods in the world. What's more, if there are no ghosts and gods, why should we worship our ancestors? ”

Nan Baoyi stroked Bai Yu Ruyi and replied seriously: "I think that what we are fearing is not ghosts and gods. What we are in awe of is the way to come and the way to return as human beings, life and death, and the road to nature. ”

Avenue Natural ......

Zhou Ling's writing color changed slightly.

He closed the folding fan and tapped lightly on the low case, his face full of contemplation.

After a long time, he solemnly bowed his hand: "Listening to your words is better than reading for ten years." Xiaodao Chang is lofty-minded and open-minded, and he is willing to lose in the next. Xiaodao Chang, this friend, I am willing to make friends with Zhou Lingshu! ”

The Zhou family is one of the eight great families in Chang'an City.

The head of the family worships Da Sima and is quite decent in the court.

Zhou Lingshu's words are equivalent to raising Nan Baoyi's status in the family.

There are other Lang Jun, eager to try, and they have challenged Nan Baoyi one after another.

But they were all defeated.

The atmosphere in the hall was hot.

Those Lang Jun had already thrown the marriage proposal out of the clouds, only to feel that the beautiful young man in the Taoist robe in front of him was as fluttering as a white crane, holding a white jade Ruyi in his hand, with wide sleeves and light sleeves, and talking mysteriously, which made them deeply impressed!

I really want to make friends!

If there is a sister or sister, they really want to marry!

Behind the screen.

Ji Zhenzhen peeked at Nan Baoyi through the gap in the openwork.

She played with her braids, her pretty face was slightly red, and she whispered: "Brother Jing Lian is really powerful, and he refuted everyone speechless." ”

Ji Bai wiped the cold sweat on his forehead: "Girl, he is powerful, but if he continues to talk like this, who can marry you?" Now only King Yong has not played, and I don't know how King Yong's eloquence ......"

Ji Zhenzhen glanced at Xiao Yi.

She looked disgusted: "Although the skin is very good, but the bearing is lonely, at first glance, it is a man who needs to be coaxed, and I don't have the patience to coax him." I have seen the gift list, and the gift he gave me is two pairs of golden steps. Gold, what a vulgar thing it is, it's not as good as the hibiscus flower that Brother Jinglian gave me! ”

Xiao Yi lowered his eyes and drank tea.

He has a good ear and can hear the conversation between father and daughter behind the screen clearly.

The expression is somewhat subtle.

Not to mention anything else, Nan Jiaojiao's popularity is really good.

He has been back to Chang'an for so long, and he hasn't even made any friends from the family, and as soon as she came, she was impressed by all the big families, even the daughter of Ji Shanchang, the head of the cold family!

As if sensing his thoughts, on the other side, Nan Jiaojiao winked at him defiantly.

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows.

Although he didn't plan to marry Ji Zhenzhen, he was despised by the little girl to this role, and it seemed unreasonable for him not to behave again.

Xiao Yi looked directly at Nan Baoyi and hooked his lips: "This king has a question that has been bothering him for a long time, and he wants to ask the little Taoist chief." ”

Poinsettia choked him mercilessly: "No big or small thing, what a small Taoist, this is your little uncle." ”