When he finished chanting again, and saw that there was still a sea of clouds gathered above his head, Meng Wushao sighed and directly began to recite the popular poems of "Poetry Demon" Bai Juyi and "Poetry Buddha" Wang Wei.

This time, before he finished reciting Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred" completely, above the heads of the two of them, it was already clear, the sun was shining, and they couldn't even see the slightest trace of "Haoran righteousness".

At this time, Wang Zhong finished reciting the part of the 3,000-word part of this "National Policy Theory", but the rest could no longer be recited.

There is no longer "Haoran righteousness", and if you continue to chant, you will not be able to give birth to "Haoran righteousness" out of thin air.

All the Confucians who acted as judges were all born with eyes and blank expressions at this time, looking like they were wandering in the world.

Wang Zhong's side has gathered a large number of "Haoran Righteousness", which accounts for one-seventh of Fang Cai's sea of clouds.

It is not difficult to imagine that after he finishes reciting this "Theory of National Policy", it is definitely not difficult to directly include more than half of the sea of clouds on his side.

It's just that he has no chance to show this miracle, because the remaining six-sevenths of the sea of clouds has been taken to his side by Meng Siao by one poem.

The gap is six times, and this gap is so big that you can completely ignore the judgment of all the great Confucians!

As long as he is not a blind man, no matter how thick-skinned a person is, in the face of this kind of gap, he would not dare to be shameless enough to say that the two are on equal footing and the difference between victory and defeat is only a fraction of a second.

Thumped!

Easy win!

Looking at Meng Wushao's unfinished appearance, the great Confucians couldn't imagine how many such hand-me-down poems there were in the mind of this backer-

And, the most important thing is that none of these poems have been heard or written, not a single one!

"This must be the teaching of the 'Saint's Classic'! No, even a saint cannot make such a number of hand-to-hand poems!" Du Ziang muttered to himself, looking at Meng Siao's eyes, full of fiery and firmness, "No matter what, even if I really become a protégé, I will ask for this 'classic' with a dead face! This is simply a treasure that my generation of scholars dream of!"

"Wang Zhong was unjustly defeated. Cen Can took a deep breath and muttered to himself, "If it were all the great Confucians of the 'Holy Pavilion' together, at the level of 'Wenqi', I am afraid that they may not be able to defeat the Houshan Hou! This 'Sage Classic' is really terrifying! What is even more terrifying is that he has really understood it! This is simply incredible! Unbelievable!"

"There is a backer, this year's 'Hundred Academies Fight', I'm afraid that my Xiansheng Academy is firmly in the first place. A Confucian of the Ancestral Academy muttered to himself excitedly.

"Wenzhi martial arts, martial arts I Dali is about to have, as long as I can win this title in Wenzhi, even if it is the 'Holy Pavilion', it will not be able to balance the rise of my Dali!" The two great Confucians of the imperial city seemed to be imagining a better future, and their eyes were full of excitement.

At this time, the first incense has just burned out.

The three sticks of incense are the time limit of the competition, and the remaining two pillars of incense are completely unnecessary to light at this time.

"Wang Zhong Daru, with my current talent, it is not disgusting to be disgusted by the name of a great Confucian in your 'Most Holy Pavilion'. Meng Siao didn't pay attention to the sea of clouds that he was suffering from, took a few steps forward, looked at Wang Zhong with a complicated expression, and said with a slight smile, "Comparing this game with you is just to make you understand that in the gamble of Longyuan Pavilion, Young Master Ben is not trying to take advantage of your 'Most Holy Pavilion'! Young Master Ben has to be preached by a saint, just because the time for cultivating qi is still shallow, so he has not yet condensed his own 'classics'." ”

After a pause, he glanced at Sun Muzhi, whose face quickly turned pale from excitement, and said lightly: "As for you, a little scholar, Master Ben has a lot of them, and he is too lazy to worry about children. It's just that after eating a trench and growing wise, with the lesson of this time, it is best to put away that domineering attitude for me in the future, otherwise, if I kick the iron plate again in the future, others will not be as good at talking as Young Master Ben. In addition, the matter of the 'Holy Pavilion' being included in the roster, hurry up and get it done for me, otherwise, be careful that I go to the door and kick the hall." ”

As he spoke, he laughed unscrupulously, ignoring Wang Zhong's reaction, and instead arched his hand towards the Confucians on both sides, and thanked, "I'm tired of you." ”

The great Confucians were about to be polite, but Du Ziang Dufuzi reminded him of the old things: "Sponsor Hou, since you have comprehended the teachings of the sage, it is equivalent to a disciple of the saint, although the old man is a great Confucian, but the so-called learning is endless, and the master is the teacher, so please ask the backer Marquis to accept the disciple of the old man." ”

"Uh......" Meng Siao was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "Du Fuzi is serious, no matter how arrogant I am, I don't dare to let you be your protégé all the time - if my old man knows, my two legs will not have to be broken by his old man." ”

"On the side of the Protector, there are disciples who come to explain in person, and there will definitely be no problem. "Du Fuzi's cheekiness is also called a thoroughness, this open-mouthed kung fu, directly regarded himself as a disciple, and forcibly wanted to confirm the master-apprentice relationship.

Seeing this, several other great Confucians also followed suit, and collectively shook off the scoundrel and said: "Exactly, there are disciples on the side of the Protector to explain, and it will definitely not cause trouble to the teacher." ”

Cen Can looked embarrassed.

Chu Lao's faces were also a little scornful.

These scoundrels are all of the same generation, and they have been in contact with each other for twenty or thirty years, and in the blink of an eye, they are collectively going to be Meng Siao's disciples, and the four of them are at least one generation higher than Meng Siao, this is not equivalent to two generations higher than these old friends, how will they communicate in the future?

Meng Wushao didn't expect these Confucians to be so bold in selling their faces, and they were embarrassed again for a while. If you really nod and accept these great Confucians, the side of the "Holy Pavilion" will collectively buy murder to kill yourself, a lawless maniac. If you don't accept this, looking at the posture of these Confucians, their faces have been sold thoroughly, and they will definitely not take a break.

"Then it should be the protégé of the 'Yasheng' ancestor of my Meng family. After weighing it for a moment, Meng Siao had no choice but to pull out the Meng family's "Yasheng" who had been dead for I don't know how many years to use as a shield, "As for me and you-"

"That's naturally an equal deal. Du Ziang hurriedly answered, and at the same time secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The other great Confucians were all relieved.

Selling face is an impulse, if they really become Meng Siao's disciples, their reputation will be ruined.

However, fortunately, the backer is a person who knows how to advance and retreat, and pulled out the "Yasheng" ancestor of the Meng family, so that everyone can get by on their faces. Not only is it passable, but there is light on his face-

Yasheng's protégé, this status seems to be higher than that of Confucianism!

"Since the backer Hou Dai 'Yasheng' accepts protégés, it is better to accept the four of us as well. Lu Li also spoke at this time.