"Yu, the sword flies!" Li Zhengfeng smashed a hole in the roof of the well building with his head. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

With a bunch of sawdust falling on it, Li Zhengfeng slowly tidied up his clothes, and took the time to sort out his clothes to ease his expression. He began to pinch off the remaining sawdust on his face one by one, and the corner of his eye kept sweeping towards Agu and the others.

Generally speaking, those who are highly cultivated can see through the foundation of other people's cultivation, maybe Agu has some treasures in these people, he has never seen through them, but when Agu made a move on the Dongying envoy, he saw clearly the level of the innocent golden body. At that time, it was already terrifying, but in the end, it was only the kind of cultivation that was lower in the level of the Innocent Golden Body, although he was frightened, but he was not frightened anywhere, but now his heart was like lightning in his thoughts, and he was also turning like a stormy wind and waves.

Emperor Meow is at the level of the Imperial Sword Flying Sky, Agu can see through my cultivation, even if it is weaker than my strength, but he must also be a strong person at the level of the Imperial Sword Flying Sky, and the others ...... Li Zhengfeng's face was like a puddle of water in an ancient well, but his eyes were restrained, and he couldn't see the turbulent storm in the depths of his eyes at all-he took out his hundreds of years of cultivation to keep himself calm.

"You're all at the Edgeworth level?" he asked, seemingly careless.

Agu nodded.

Sizzle~~~~ Li Zhengfeng suddenly gasped, this breath was so big that the tables, chairs, benches, abacus and silver coins on the counter, and even the flaming red wine flag outside the well building flew towards this side. Li Zhengfeng slapped the table twice, and a mouthful of white air spewed out more than ten zhang away, blowing the things brought by the wind everywhere, and it was devastated.

"You shouldn't be concerned about our cultivation, right?" asked Agu with a smile.

Li Zhengfeng banged the table with his fist, and the entire table top was knocked out by him, and then scattered, but it returned to the appearance of not being damaged at all. He squinted his eyes and swept over Agu and everyone behind him: Bai Angzhi and Luo Xian'er Langdang looked at him back and forth, as if they were calculating how much it would cost to kill him; Meng Yan looked at him even more terrifyingly, he remembered that the chef in his mansion looked at the ingredients, it was completely a thought of treating a delicacy; Lin Zixia played with the colored beads on her wrist and didn't take him seriously at all.

"They're weird, arrogant people. Li Zhengfeng thought so, completely ignoring the black cat behind him.

He knew that Emperor Meow was flicking his paws behind his back, and his saliva was striking, depending on the situation, Meng Yan looked at him as if he was looking at the ingredients, but he didn't believe that Agu would make a move on him, and in the entire Tang Dynasty, few people dared to make a move on him Li Zhengfeng.

Behind him is the 'Angry Law Red Dust' Ouyang Xiu, the strongest ancestor among the land immortals!

"If you are strong, you should be promoted, and the previous benefits will be paid. He whispered pointedly.

Agu's eyes lit up, but he shook his head: "I don't care about promotions or anything, I just hope there will be less trouble." Don't worry, what I promised can generally be done, and 100,000 doctrines are just a few small things for a few hours. ”

"How many hours?" Seeing that their cultivation could hold back the frightened Li Zhengfeng, he stumbled and fell two heels at this time. "A few hours!" he exclaimed, his voice even attracting people from a few streets outside, "Do you know what you're talking about? A great Confucian doctrine needs ten students to write a year or more, and you can make 100,000 copies in a few hours? Don't lie to me, I'm not so easy to deceive." By the way, you don't have to do that, just get it for me in three years, and it doesn't matter if it's five or ten years. ”

"It's you who are in a hurry, waiting here every day. ”

"I'm not in a hurry, I just want you not to make up for it, really, five years is fine, otherwise ten years is fine. ”

"I don't have that time. Agu sighed and said: "Actually, it takes more than ten days, engraving, printing, these all take time, but you are in such a hurry, I will simply go back to the master, and I will be able to get it out in a while." ”

"You, you, you......"

"I really didn't lie to you, I went to the publishing house in three hours to get it, oh, it's the top floor of the well building. ”

......

The top floor of the well building does not have the appearance of a restaurant at all, and in the end, it is a publishing house in the human world, and the king of the well does not understand the meaning of 'decoration' at all. I saw that the innermost side was an empty place, and Liu Ru put the printing equipment there, and put a few folding leather chairs in the human world. The middle is blocked by a screen, and a vague figure can be seen in a thousand postures, holding a scroll, concentrating on reading carefully. On the outermost side are two rows of sixteen seats, separated by a silk screen, which has the atmosphere of an ancient tea room.

Li Zhengfeng didn't mean to sit down at all, he paced back and forth, grabbed the teacup and put it back, and spit it out after taking a sip of tea. His face was full of anxiety, and he shouted loudly: "One hundred thousand copies, three hours, how is this possible, how is this possible!"

The sound was so loud that it could be heard clearly outside the well building.

"100,000 copies, is it a doctrine?" a passing student stopped.

"It must be that Jinglou has no business, deliberately looking for a gimmick, Brother Liu should not be deceived. ”

"Oh, I see. But...... How is this sound so familiar...... It's Li Zhengfeng, Lord Li, Chang'an City Mansion Yin, and a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion in the Dynasty!"

An even more surprised voice came from outside the building, Li Zhengfeng covered his mouth in fright, and swept away the screaming student with a wave of his hand. As soon as he made a move, the whole person was remorseful, and he hurriedly jumped out of the well building.

"Master Li, don't come here to be harmed, right?" The smiling voice frightened him and immediately retracted his head. "Wrong, wrong!" he stomped his foot in anger. He should have invited that student in, had a cup of tea, and rested in the well building for a hundred and eighty years by the way, and it didn't matter if he paid for it himself. But he rolled up the student with his hands, and instantly attracted several great Confucians who paid attention to the well building.

The eighteen scholars of Wenyuan Pavilion, together with himself, actually reached thirteen, and they sat around the elegant hall and talked to Li Zhengfeng.

"Master Li, what you said about 100,000 is your own doctrine?"

"I have heard that Master Li's "Three Qualities Ask the Country" is a doctrine that is enough to start a family and establish a school, but I have no chance to see it, if there are 100,000 copies, we can also increase our knowledge. ”

"People in the world say that it is difficult to write and learn, but they don't know that it is even more difficult to spread theories, Master Li, I am a Tang Dynasty to govern the country with literature, 30 Confucians, 8,000 students, how many people can read and write? ”

These Confucian Confucians have mixed tongues, and three or two sentences have pushed Li Zhengfeng to the cusp of righteousness. Li Zhengfeng just lowered his head and smiled bitterly, thinking that if Agu couldn't do it, it would be bad, it was his own business, and these Confucians were definitely hundreds of times crazier than Agu destroying the embassy. If only Agu could do it—he'd be stupid there. That's more terrible, no doubt!

"Who the hell are you?" he thought for the first time about a question he hadn't cared about before. Datang stands proudly in the fairy world, as a bachelor of Datang, he only needs to think about how to live and be happy, and he never needs to think about other things for some rookies who suddenly appeared.

But now what Agu has done is too terrifying, and he really wants to get to the bottom of it.

And in the Tianzi No. 1 room in the well building, there was a person who was one step ahead of him. Ouyang Xiu reclined on Agu's bed, the Shu brocade quilt embroidered with the pattern of swimming dragons and pearls was cushioned by him under his neck as a pillow, and the table in the center of the room floated over by itself, just cushioning his white-washed black cloth shoes, and the teacup and teapot on the table seemed to have an invisible hand, which was poured into his mouth by himself.

"Good tea, good water, good people!" he laughed and danced.

The sound dissipated within half a meter, and Bai Angzhi and the others in the next room didn't hear the sound at all. He rummaged around the room, grabbing the wine that Agu brought to study: "This bottle is so weird, is it made of glass?" grabbed the lid and pulled it, the hard bottle cap was pinched in his hand, he quickly poured a sip of wine, and went to study the bottle cap again, "It's good, this bottle is good." Well, how different is the old man from a thief, such fine wine is worth a thousand gold, and should be sentenced to three thousand miles of hard labor. ”

"Three thousand miles, there's not much fun over there. He opened another bottle of wine, "Six thousand miles is exactly the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, which is enough." Swallowing the wine into his stomach with a strange smile, Ouyang Xiu squinted his drunken eyes, but his heart was brighter than a mirror.

He saw Agu enter the room, and secretly followed him only to find that Agu had disappeared without a trace—there were no people who could disappear under his nose, but Agu was by no means one of them. He thought of '100,000 copies' and 'three hours', and he was eager to wait for it, so that he only wanted to get drunk for three days.

After the immortal world is separated forever, no one will become an immortal, and the two families of Buddhism and Taoism cannot become immortals, but Confucianism has a slight possibility. Confucianism asks the world with doctrine, and it is rumored that as long as you can open a family and establish a sect and carry forward your own doctrine, many disciples will unite as one, and the way of heaven will still be able to soar to become immortals.

He has been cultivating for 999 years, but he can't take the last step because he is not qualified to become an immortal.

"The fairy road is ethereal, and my generation is hesitant. He cried and laughed, and poured bottles of fine wine one after another. He didn't care how much he was 'different from a thief', let alone how many miles of hard labor he should be sentenced to, or that there were few things in the world that he cared about, but doctrine was the dream of all great Confucians.

Even if he is an external Confucianist and an internal law, even if he is free in the immortal realm for three thousand years, he still can't escape this circle.

He wants to become an immortal, and he wants his doctrine to spread all over the world, he is a literati.

"Publishing House, what a publishing house! What a proper name!" Ouyang Xiu laughed wildly and cried bitterly, he felt that the name of publishing house could not be more appropriate, remembering that when he was just a Confucian scholar, what he wanted most was not to publish his own doctrine?