Tang Feng's knife-sharp eyes swept over the ugly faces of Confucian cultivators, shaving the faces of this group of people. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

However, no one knelt.

They are all high-ranking officials, where are they not like the stars holding the moon, they have already knelt politely just now, how can they kneel again.

Woooooooo

However, when the 100 heavily armored soldiers of the Storm Battalion drew their swords from their sheaths, they still bowed their heads.

"Hehe, what literati backbone, there is no such thing in them at all. ”

Tang Feng sneered secretly, this group of people is not a true literati, a hundred heavy cavalry, and their cultivation is not high, how can they really fight against these dozen Confucian cultivators?

It's just that they are afraid and don't want to get hurt, so they are willing to throw away that thin skin.

Tang Feng silently walked to the side and motioned for the veterans of the storm camp to take a step forward and accept the kneeling of these dozen Confucian cultivators.

Song Qingshan looked at Tang Feng gratefully, but saw that Tang Feng was also looking at him, and was smiling at him and shaking his head.

At this moment, he knew that the desolate world was not a gentleman.

At this moment, he understood that he had no regrets in this life.

It was also at this moment that a hundred storms camped, and people's hearts returned to Tang Feng.

After half an hour, Tang Feng sat quietly in the first seat, not saying a word, only occasionally taking two sips of sake.

Qiu Daoming sat beside Tang Feng, and as for Mo Yihe, he was forced to do the tail.

"Your Royal Highness, the people sent by the barbarians are about to arrive, what do you think?"

Mo Yihe behaved very calmly, in fact, his heart had already been full of murderous intent, and he was ready to go to the desolation after returning to Beijing.

"I can talk about it. ”

Tang Feng knew that Mo Yihe had sinister intentions, so he simply planned it, leaving him with nothing to say.

"Hehe, then I'll wait for good news. ”

Although he was amazed by Tang Feng's poem "Appealing to the Heart, Thousands of Miles to Find the Marquis of the Year", he didn't just write poetry, he didn't believe that Tang Feng could beat a barbarian at his age.

"It is said that the barbarian envoy is clever and good at sophistry, so I will wait to see the joke of this desolate world. ”

A group of Confucian cultivators smiled pathetically, and transmitted the sound with their divine sense.

Tang Feng didn't know what this group of people was thinking, but he didn't care, no matter how he was a twenty-first century college student, he didn't believe that he couldn't win against a barbarian.

It didn't take long for a voice to finally come from outside the hall, and the barbarian envoy had arrived.

"This is what defeated me, Yun Qin, and many Confucian cultivators...... Barbarian emissary?"

Qiu Daoming was stunned, because the person in front of him didn't look like a person who was good at sophistry.

However, he is a teenager, with a small bald head and a pair of big eyes that blink and blink very aura.

This turned out to be a little monk.

"This ......"

Mo Yihe's face changed immediately, he originally wanted to see Tang Feng's jokes, but now it seems that he gave Tang Feng a credit for nothing.

The white-clothed scribe also had a gloomy face, exchanged glances with Mo Yihe, and immediately decided that Tang Feng could not be allowed to fight against this little monk.

"Your Royal Highness, you are still young, if you take the lead in the battle, I am afraid that I will fall into my Yun Qin prestige, so it is better for me to fight first. ”

Moyihe said naturally, and his face didn't blush.

Qiu Daoming was furious and wanted to open his mouth to reprimand, but was quietly stopped by Tang Feng.

"Mr. Qiu, since this little monk has defeated many Confucian cultivators, it must not be a fuel-efficient lamp, so let them go and suffer first. ”

Tang Feng used his divine sense to convey the sound and explained to Qiu Daoming that Mo Yihe and the others were blinded by interests, so they ignored such a simple truth.

The so-called boiling water can't see the reflection clearly, and the lust for profit can't see the truth clearly, that's it.

Seeing that Tang Feng and Qiu Daoming did not object, after Mo Yihe was slightly surprised, he turned his head to look at the little novice and said:

"Little Master, I don't know what to call it?"

The little monk's big eyes were black and white, and he looked innocent, but at this moment he was wearing a robe, and his small face was serious:

"The little monk's name is Xuanzang. ”

Mo Yihe smiled and nodded, but Tang Feng was surprised.

Xuanzang: Isn't this the name of Tang Seng in Journey to the West?

For a moment, he remembered the little monkey he had met on the Mountain of Trials, claiming to be Monkey King, holding an iron rod called the Ruyi Stick.

"Is there a causal link between the two?"

Tang Feng was a little unsure, if not, it was too much of a coincidence.

He was thinking about it, but Moyihe and the little monk Xuanzang were already sitting cross-legged, ready to talk about the Tao.

"When the little monk entered Luoyang City, he once led a white horse, but the soldiers guarding the city said that the little monk was from a barbarian tribe and could not lead the horse into the city, which made the little monk extremely distressed. ”

The little monk Xuanzang looked confused and looked at the Moyi River suspiciously.

"Little Master, this is the law of my Yun Qin, and it is true that foreigners cannot lead horses into the city. Moe River laughed.

Hearing this, the little monk Xuanzang was even more confused and asked:

"The law of your country says that I shall not lead a horse into the city, but I am carrying a white horse, so why can't I?"

Mo Yihe smiled dumbly, and secretly said that this little monk is really uncivilized in IQ, and said:

"Little Master, a white horse is a horse, so you can't enter the city. ”

At this time, the little monk Xuanzang suddenly showed a sly smile and said:

"Lord Mo, you are wrong, how can a white horse be a horse, a white horse is not a horse. ”

Mo Yihe's face was stunned, and the rest of the people also laughed, laughing that this little monk was really confused, and actually said such ridiculous words as a white horse and a non-horse.

Only Tang Feng had a strange face and didn't say a word.

Mo Yihe felt that this argument was too simple, and laughed and said: "Little Master, are you barbarians taught like this, white horses are not horses, hahaha......"

Unexpectedly, the little monk Xuanzang nodded very seriously and said:

"That's true, a white horse is not a horse. ”

"Because the white horse has two characteristics, one is white, and the second is that it has the appearance of a horse, but the horse has only one characteristic, that is, it has the appearance of a horse. ”

"How can a white horse with two characteristics be the same as a horse with only one characteristic?"

"Lord Mo, is it true that in your Yun Qin, one and two are equal?"

As the words of the little monk Xuanzang came out, Mo Yihe was stunned and speechless.

Not only Mo Yihe, but also the white-clothed scribe and the rest of the Confucian cultivators also frowned at this moment.

Listening to the words of the little monk Xuanzang, it seems that this is indeed the case, and the white horse is indeed not a horse.

But...... I always feel that something is wrong.

What's wrong?

Cold sweat broke out on Mo Yihe's forehead, and the little monk Xuanzang was still staring at him with innocent eyes, but no matter what he thought, the topic of white horses and non-horses seemed to be impeccable.

"Lord Mo, I think you guards in Sunset City should apologize to me, because I am leading a white horse, and I can enter the city. ”

The little monk Xuanzang blinked, but there was a sly smile on the corner of his mouth.

The Moi River was speechless.

Tang Feng looked at the little monk in a robe, but he hooked the corners of his mouth.