"No matter what Xiaowen did wrong, I apologize for him, but the old man still asks you to give me a thin face, so let him go......" Before the eldest grandson Yigeng's words were finished, Wen Ziming interrupted:

"Wait, give you a face, I'm afraid you won't have enough thin noodles......"

Hearing this, the eldest grandson Yi Geng, who had changed his face a little because of Wen Ziming's sudden interjection, was stunned after hearing his slightly insulting words, and narrowed his eyes as if he had thought of something, trying to see the person in front of him clearly.

Wen Ziming looked at him like this, the smile on his face became even bigger, and he also took two steps forward, and said as he walked: "What's the matter? Yi Geng boy, it's only been a few years, and you can't recognize me?"

Hearing this voice, the eldest grandson Yigeng did not hesitate at all, immediately sank his body, knelt on his legs, and said respectfully in his mouth: "Student Elder Sun Yigeng greets the literary master!"

......

I believe that all the officials may have guessed that Sun Yigeng, the commander of the Chinese Empire, was also a teacher of Wen Ziming, so what is the relationship between them, and listen to me carefully:

It was more than forty years ago, when the Dark Empire was in its heyday, and Wen Ziming established the Dark Empire National Academy, and in order to recruit talented students, many spies were scattered all over the continent. At that time, the eldest grandson Yi Geng was still a child in his early tens, and like every ordinary child, he had always had the dream of a grandmaster, and he happened to be selected by the academy spies sent to his hometown, so he became the first batch of students of the Dark Empire National Academy, and the school's principal and tutor was Wen Ziming. And their group of students is still the only group of students led by Wen Ziming in the ten years since the establishment of the college to the end of its existence.

There were a total of fifteen students in the first batch of students that year, and it is said that these fifteen have now become the overlords of the party. Moreover, that group of students followed the Dark Empire from prosperity to destruction, witnessed the large-scale war of millions of people, and also saw the peak duel like the "Forbidden Peak", Wen Ziming also predicted that these people would be the most successful group of people in the academy in ten years.

And although the eldest Sun Yigeng was not the best and had the highest potential in this group of people, he was one of the most prominent people. Because he has been liked since he was a child, several girls in the college are very close to him, and they have a lot of eyes, and they always like to take shortcuts in things, in fact, to speak from the heart, Wen Ziming doesn't like him very much, but it is undeniable that this kind of person is more popular in this society.

The Imperial Academy has cultivated thousands of talented students in the past ten years, and Wen Ziming really didn't know where they all went later, so he kept hearing about this eldest grandson national teacher at the beginning, but Wen Ziming didn't expect it to be him.

......

Returning to Wen Ziming and the eldest grandson Yi Geng, the eldest grandson Yi Geng respectfully welcomed Wen Ziming into the lobby, and also ordered people to release Xiong Boyong and Dugu Yunfei, arrange a set of courtyards for them, arrange people to entertain them, and let them have a good rest.

In the lobby.

"Master Wen, I'm really sorry, Xiaowen doesn't know you, I offended Master Wen, I'll apologize to you again for him......" said that, the eldest grandson Yigeng got up and was about to kneel for Wen Ziming again.

Wen Ziming put his storage belt and other storage tools back on his body, and reached out and grabbed Changsun Yigeng's arm, and with a little force, Changsun Yigeng stood up.

"It's nothing, is Xiaowen still a child......" Wen Ziming finally brought all his storage tools, sat down on the chair again, and picked up the cup of hot tea on the table, the tea is really good tea, it is worthy of being the national teacher of the Chinese Empire, I will enjoy it!

"Wenshi, I've been looking for you all these years, I didn't have the ability before, since I became a national teacher, I launched all the post stations in the empire, and I have been looking for you for several years, but I haven't heard from you...... By the way, Master Wen, I remember that you mentioned that you have been looking for a kind of extraterrestrial meteorite, and I once accidentally got a piece and asked Xiaowen to put it at the Hongxing Auction House, the largest auction in Daxing City, for auction, and asked them to put this object on display every time they auctioned, so that you can contact me as soon as you come, but you haven't come for several years......"

Hearing his words, Wen Ziming couldn't help but laugh on his face: "Then Yi Geng boy, where is the meteorite now?"

"Huiwenshi, I'll call Xiaowen to fetch it in a while, come here, call Xiaowen ......" Hearing Wen Ziming's question, the eldest grandson Yigeng hurriedly bowed on the chair and greeted the servant who was waiting at the door.

Wen Ziming didn't speak, just drank tea. He thought in his heart that the meteorite that Changsun Yigeng said should be the stone chip in his hand, but the reality seems to be different from what he said......

After a while, the eldest grandson Xiaowen changed into a new brocade robe, and walked over tremblingly, he kept his head down, and slowly walked to a place more than ten steps away from Wen Ziming and the two of them and stopped, and whispered: "Father, you called me?"

"Ah, Hyowen is here. The eldest grandson Yi Geng was chatting with Wen Ziming about his experience before becoming the national teacher of the Chinese Empire, when he heard his son's voice, he turned his head and saw his frightened appearance, feeling a little strange, "What's wrong with you?"

"Ah...... Father, I'm fine, it's okay......" The eldest grandson Xiaowen quickly shook his head when he heard the question, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at Wen Ziming, and he was relieved to see that he was still drinking tea with his head down, and did not look at himself.

"Ao, okay, you go to Hongxing, take the meteorite piece I asked you to consign before......" The eldest grandson Yigeng looked at his son and glanced at Wen Ziming, and immediately understood something, and didn't speak, just arranged for him to pick up something.

"Good...... Ah, father, where do you say to go, what do you take?" The eldest grandson Xiaowen habitually agreed, and just wanted to retreat, but suddenly realized something, raised his head suddenly, and looked at the eldest grandson Yigeng with wide eyes.

The eldest grandson Yigeng frowned, thinking to himself why his son was frightened by Wen Ziming today, how did he feel a little stupid?

"Hongxing Auction House!Meteorite Piece!" Listening to the voice, Changsun Yigeng was angry, but in front of Wen Ziming, he was not too embarrassed to attack directly.

"This ...... Father, I'll ......" the eldest grandson Yigeng stammered, looked at the eldest grandson Yigeng, and then turned his head to look at Wen Ziming, his face was sad.

"Smack!" Changsun Yigeng slammed on the table, and the teacups on the table shook to the ground.

"You little bastard, I've put up with you for a long time today, what kind of stupid son are you pretending to be in front of the literary teacher?! You see that I won't kill you!" Changsun Yigeng finally couldn't help it, stood up suddenly, stepped forward and kicked his son to the ground.

"Haha, Yi Geng boy, don't beat him, it's not that he deliberately pretended to be a stupid boy, but he can't take it out at all......" Wen Ziming suddenly put down the teacup that had been in his hand, and said with a smile on his face, "Look at what this is?"