Confucianism is not like Buddhism, which pays attention to strict precepts and purifies the heart and desires. People in the world often say that gentlemen don't use their mouths, but most of the reason why they are reluctant to do so is because as long as they open their mouths, they can wipe out the enemy.

There is also a small number of Confucian bachelors who have reached a level of real learning, and have achieved transcendence from the world, this kind of person is generally devoted to learning, and has been staying in the palace to do learning, so don't mention hurting people.

Unfortunately, this master who came to Chaisang City, he is in between, and while his knowledge is extremely high, opening his mouth can also make the demons and monsters suffer the pain of the wind blowing their bones.

Fortunately, Ye Liancheng didn't let Hongying stay here, what he was most afraid of as a ghost was Haoran righteousness, Ye Liancheng could clearly feel Chilian's trembling, not to mention Hongying, I was afraid that staying by this master's side would be like the sun burning the heart and liver, and the pain could not be described in words.

Ye Liancheng, who was hiding in the room, didn't dare to show his head, knowing that the situation was not very good for him, but despite this, he still had fun and came up with a joke after Niu Baoguo's battle.

"It is said that Niu Baoguo is the only person who has martial virtue while standing and drinking. He is not tall, his face is blue and black, and there are often some scars between his wrinkles, and he always looks like he has a blue nose and swollen face, and when he talks to people, he is always full of lightning whips and mixed yuan exercises, which make people half understand and half do not understand.

As soon as Niu Baoguo arrived at the store, all the drinkers looked at him and smiled, and some shouted, "Niu Baoguo, you have a new scar on your face!" "Then he discharged a lot of money.

They deliberately shouted again, "You must have lost the competition again!" Niu Baoguo said with wide eyes, "How can you slander people's innocence out of thin air like this......"

"What innocence? I saw you in the martial arts training arena the day before yesterday, being hung and beaten by two teenage children. Niu Baoguo's face turned red, the green tendons on his forehead bloomed, and argued, "Being attacked by a sneak attack can't be regarded as losing..... Sneak attack!... Can the affairs of people in the martial arts be regarded as losing?" Then there were difficult words, such as 'not talking about martial arts', what 'taking harmony as good', etc., which caused everyone to laugh; the inside and outside of the store were filled with a happy air..."Ye Liancheng read out this short paragraph, and no one heard it, but he was amused first, and couldn't help laughing.

It didn't matter, but this smile attracted the attention of many people, and the master, Niu Baoguo, and Fangs all noticed the masked man who didn't know when he started hiding in the room.

Ye Liancheng, who found out that he was exposed, hurriedly stopped laughing, and secretly said in his heart that it was not good, how could he be exposed at this time.

Fangs naturally knew Ye Liancheng, but now he can't protect himself, and he can't manage so much. And Niu Baoguo, who was in danger and finally survived a small life, was different, he instinctively felt that this masked man was underestimating himself, and he was a little embarrassed for a while.

The master also noticed Ye Liancheng, because this chuckle made him stop the killing intent in his chest, and he could clearly sense that this man had the breath of bamboo slips on his body...

As soon as the master's fingers hooked, the two pieces of bamboo flew out of Ye Liancheng's spatial ring uncontrollably, one with the words 'Don't let go', and the other with the poems that Ye Liancheng had carried down.

After slowly reading this poem, the master's face showed a rare appreciation, and he asked, "Did you write this poem?"

In the face of this Confucian scholar's inquiry, Ye Liancheng could only nod honestly, the obsession with this pair of poems was exactly the same as Ning Wenqing's, and it could basically be concluded that this was Ning Wenqing's master.

It is difficult to produce such a poetic talent in the world of great controversy, it is better to include it under the Confucian sect, which can be regarded as an extra road, and the man is more or less disappointed in his heart for his most proud protégé. So, he shifted his attention to Ye Liancheng, hoping to attract a poet to Confucianism.

"Are you willing to study in the Confucian Palace?" the master suddenly asked, this sentence directly confused Ye Liancheng, and he didn't know what he meant.

After a while, Ye Liancheng spoke: "Thank you for the kindness of the master, the kid is determined to travel all over the world, I'm afraid he can't calm down to study." ”

This master has seen far more things than ordinary people see, and he knows that Ye Liancheng and Confucianism are mostly inseparable. Despite this, the master still waved his hand, and a golden light suddenly rose on the bamboo chips, and he took a poem like a flying butterfly, one by one free from the shackles of the bamboo pieces.

"You have empty poems but don't know how to use them, today I will give you the Confucian practice method, and use this poem to cast your poetic courage. After speaking, those floating poems flew into Ye Liancheng's eyebrows, and in an instant, Ye Liancheng's long hair flew, and a heroic aura spread from his body, which was different from the righteousness of Confucianism, but the talent of a great poet.

Seeing this, the master nodded rarely, it seems that this young man's talent is not only this poem, but he also has not looked away.

"Although I can't join my Confucianism, but Confucianism takes the common people of the world as its own responsibility, if you have something to achieve in the future, you can contribute to the common people of the world, I don't force it. After saying all this, he gave Ye Liancheng a choice.

Ye Liancheng, who had accepted all of these things, closed his eyes and sat quietly on the ground, feeling everything that suddenly appeared in his brain.

As for the other piece of bamboo slips, the ancient characters on it were naturally recognized, and it should have been his disciple who got these four characters, but he didn't expect that in the end, his proud protégé was not worthy of these four characters.

What a confused account, the master sighed, he is not pedantic, nor does he protect his shortcomings, since he has come here, he simply waved his hand and transferred this opportunity to Ye Liancheng, Ning Wenqing will not force it if he can't keep it.

The so-called deceased is reluctant to give up day and night, the opportunity is fleeting, and when you regret it, you can't catch up with its pace.

With another wave of his hand, the four-character ancient characters also broke away from the bamboo fragments, and flew into Ye Liancheng's eyebrows like poems, but this time the momentum was even greater.

After doing all this, the two pieces of bamboo that were originally miraculous have changed from emerald green to withered yellow, and as long as you pinch them with your hands, they will turn into powder and dissipate between heaven and earth.

The Master did not forget the fangs that were kneeling on the ground, and he turned his gaze to the fangs again, this time he was going to move the real thing....