"Jingjie, why is this name familiar?"

Tang Feng raised his eyebrows, then looked at the lazy young man, and hooked the corners of his mouth. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The identity of this young man is really very big.

Before the capital, there was a talented man Shen Lin in Shuntian, who was very talented in poetry, but he was cut off by his Dao heart with a glass of wine.

At that time, Shen Lin had mentioned a person - Huang Yue, Huang Jingjie.

This young man surnamed Huang Mingyue Zijing Festival is the first genius of Shuntian, and he has done it in the context.

Moreover, some older Confucian cultivators once predicted that this person is very likely to become a Confucian saint in the world.

"Huang Jingjie, although the literary talent is very high, but he has never entered the office, and he only planted a vegetable garden outside Shuntian City with peace of mind. ”

Even so, he also has a very special status in the lineage of Shuntian Confucianism, and even many respected old Confucian cultivators have friends with his peers. ”

Tang Feng glanced at Huang Yue meaningfully, knowing that this should be the backhand prepared by the Shuntian side for fear of the failure of Mo Yihe and the others.

And the rescuers who suppressed him in Moyihe's heart are afraid that it is also this person.

At this moment, Huang Yue sat on the roof with his legs crossed, looked at Mo Yihe angrily, and said:

"Lord Mo, the Holy Lord has asked me to come and discuss with the barbarian envoy, but this discussion is over, can I go back?"

Mo Yihe's expression was not very natural, although Huang Yue's cultivation and age were lower than him, his status in the Shuntian Confucian cultivation line was even higher than him.

He coughed lightly twice and said, "Jingjie, the discussion is over, but ......"

Huang Yue raised his eyebrows and asked, "But what?"

Mo Yi said: "But if someone provokes the dignity of Shuntian Confucianism, what should you do?"

Hearing this, Tang Fengjian's eyebrows pressed slightly, and a chill appeared between his eyebrows.

It was clearly this group of people who insulted Qiu Daoming and humiliated Desolate Confucianism first, but when it came to the mouth of the Moyi River, Shuntian Confucianism became a victim instead.

"Master Mo, your ability to reverse black and white, I really obey you without even helping my grandmother!"

Tang Feng teased, and became more and more disgusted with this Moyi River.

Mo Yihe's face was cold, and he was about to open his mouth to refute Tang Feng, but before he could say anything, he was choked back by a voice from the roof.

"Lord Mo, someone humiliated Shuntian Confucianism......"

"What's my business?"

At this moment, not only Mo Yihe was stunned, but even Tang Feng was surprised.

Huang Yue rubbed his sleepy eyes and said lazily:

"Master Mo, don't I know you yet, I've been humiliated, if you have the ability, you will fight back, and if you don't have the ability, hold back. ”

"You alone can't represent Shuntian Confucianism. ”

"Since it is not Shuntian Confucianism and Taoism that are humiliated, what does it matter to me Huang Jingjie?"

A sentence, like the warm sun in the afternoon, has no strength, but it makes Moyihe confused.

Tang Feng hooked the corners of his mouth, and secretly said that this Huang Jingjie is really worthy of his evaluation last night - interesting.

"Alas, Master Mo, you are such an adult, do you still expect me to help you take revenge, don't you be ashamed?"

Huang Yue shook his head and sighed, pretending to be vicissitudes, looking old-fashioned.

Mo Yihe's face turned pale, this was different from the script in his heart, shouldn't it be Huang Yue who defeated Tang Feng, why did he become the target of bombardment?

"Okay, Master Mo, you are also older, you can stay in Shuntian Capital with peace of mind if you have nothing to do, how good it is to lead Yulu, you can poke whoever you like to poke your backbone, and no one can help you, right?"

Huang Yue yawned, then lay down again, and said:

"Master Mo, let's go, lest you say that I don't know how to respect the old and love the young, I'm not like other people, I can't compliment people. ”

The Moe River froze in place, his feet as if they had been filled with lead, and it was difficult to move at all.

He originally thought that in Huang Jingjie's heart, he would be a respected elder image, but who knew that the truth was like this.

Tang Feng looked at the sluggish Mo Yihe, and couldn't help but feel funny, this pampered Confucian cultivator actually had a day when he was said to be depressed.

Mo Yihe wanted to reprimand Huang Yue, but when he thought of the old man behind Huang Yue, he suddenly lost his anger.

No way, he could only step on a stumbling step and turn away.

"Whoever realizes the big dream first, I know it in my life. The grass hall sleeps enough in spring, and the day outside the window is late. Brother, such a good sunshine, why don't you drink some wine?"

Seeing Mo Yihe leaving, Huang Yue propped up his head again and looked at Tang Feng with a smile.

"Brother, I really don't have any wine. ”

The corners of Tang Feng's mouth twitched, feeling that this guy was still worried about wine.

Then, he looked at this young man deeply twice, thinking that he would be hostile to him, but he didn't expect to scold Moyihe for him.

"Brother Tai, don't thank me, if you come to Shuntian City in the future, just bring me two pots of wine, this thing is really a good thing, but unfortunately it is unique to Lianghuang and is not sold to the public. ”

Huang Yue smacked his lips, as if he was still reminiscing about last night's fine wine.

Tang Fengwan said with a smile: "Brother Tai, I think you scolded Na Moyi River, not just to repay me the favor of the wine, right?"

Huang Yue smiled and said, "Brother Tai is worthy of being a person who can break the saying that a white horse is not a horse, admire and admire." ”

After a pause, this cynical young man suddenly put away his joking expression and said seriously:

"I am in the same vein of Confucianism and Taoism, and there are three saints of Confucius, Meng Sheng, and Xun Sheng, who have overcome obstacles and opened up a bright future for our generation of Confucian scholars. ”

"These three saints, raising their mighty spirit, set up between heaven and earth, and the heavens and all worlds could not bend their backbones. ”

"They are real readers!"

"But now, the group of people in Moyihe, with the cultivation methods of Confucianism and Taoism, have cultivated the so-called Haoran Qi, but in fact, there is no style that a real literati should have!"

"This kind of person, I can't get used to Huang Jingjie, since I can't get used to it, then there is no reason to bend and welcome!"

Hearing this, Tang Feng couldn't help but look at Huang Yue twice, and secretly said that it was not unreasonable for this young man to achieve so much in Confucianism and Taoism.

Huang Yue took a deep breath, then spit out violently.

This spit is like spitting out the grievances in my heart!

He looked at Tang Feng and said seriously: "Brother Tai, you have a saying that is very right, but it is not all right. ”

"The articles of the world are all responsible for the literati, but they can be ...... They are all true literati. ”

"You have Qiu Daoming as a real scholar in the desolate wilderness, don't I have Shuntian?"

Tang Feng also put away his smile and said seriously: "Brother Tai is indeed a real reader. ”

However, Huang Yue shook his head and said, "It's not just me, there is a group of real scholars in Shuntian City. ”

"In our generation, we will always grow up. ”

"In our generation, we will always be like the three saints, supporting my Confucianism and the Heavenly Pillar that cannot be defeated!"

Looking at the Huangyue and Huangjing Festival, Tang Feng suddenly felt a sense of respect.

Huang Yue smiled, looked at Tang Feng, and said, "Brother Tai, you are also a real ...... Readers!"