The sound of the book is loud, and the tone is frustrated!

Every time Mu Zhengyang took a step forward, he stepped on the hearts of Kong Tianyi and Hu Yongping.

"Compassion is the beginning of benevolence, shame is the beginning of righteousness, humility is the beginning of courtesy, and right and wrong are the beginning of wisdom. The way in which a moral person educates people should vary from person to person, some enlighten people like timely rain, some cultivate moral character, some cultivate talents, some answer doubts, and some influence others to make them imitate......"

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Kong Tianyi and Hu Yongping instantly entered the artistic conception of the sound of reading, and the truth told in the book seemed to have become their own instinctive thinking.

"Teacher, preach and teach to solve doubts!", Hu Yongping has been teaching and educating people for decades, asking himself to be diligent and diligent, but after hearing the sound of reading, he found that he was wrong, "Every student is unique, and should be taught according to each student's temperament with appropriate methods, and in his decades of teaching career, he uses his own inherent standards to measure every student!"

Kong Tianyi has also learned, he likes to read and reads a lot of books, but he rarely understands these contents from the perspective of human nature now!

Mu Zhengyang walked around the long table and sat down in his place again.

Stop reading!

"It's really the same as yesterday, the meaning in the book has become my own thinking, just like the truth I have learned after reading it thousands of times!"

Kong Tianyi and Hu Yongping both looked shocked, and looked at Mu Zhengyang with a calm expression.

Master of Chinese Studies!

"Mu Zhengyang is the master of Chinese studies who studied on the hillside yesterday? He graduated from high school four years ago, and he should be twenty-two years old this year, right? Twenty-two years old master of Chinese studies, this is crazy!"

Hu Yongping's breathing accelerated, his chest rose and fell violently, he felt that his brain was a little unable to turn, Mu Zhengyang's language performance in his memory was average, and even if Mu Zhengyang had studied the classics of Chinese culture since he was a child, it was impossible for him to have the attainments of a master of Chinese culture in his twenties, but he saw and heard this magical reading sound with his own eyes and ears at the scene, and stared at Mu Zhengyang with an incredible look.

"This man...... He is really a master of Chinese culture!"

Kong Tianyi's conjecture that the person who read on the hillside yesterday should be a wise old man with silver hair, after hearing Mu Zhengyang claim to be reading on the hillside yesterday, he wanted to say a few words of irony, but the reality broke his illusion, and he was extremely surprised and a little lost at the same time, he has loved Chinese culture since he was a child, and he is a direct descendant of Confucius, with a deep family education, he has read books for nearly 20 years, and he has not even touched the threshold of the master of Chinese culture, and even once suspected that there is no such realm at all, but a young man who lives in the mountains gave him a blow to the head！

Mu Zhengyang looked at Hu Yongping and Kong Tianyi, who seemed to be distraught, smiled gently, pointed to the teacup on the table and said, "The tea will be cold later!"

Hu Yongping didn't have the intention of drinking tea at all, he looked at Mu Zhengyang as if he was looking at a monster, and said, "Twenty-two years old, master of Chinese studies!

"Master of Chinese Studies, hehe, I am not a master of Chinese Studies, I have read the book a hundred times and I see its meaning, I just read "Mencius" a few more times, how can I be regarded as a master of Chinese Studies!"

Mu Zhengyang thinks that he can thoroughly eat every book through books, and he is indeed comparable to a master of Chinese studies in terms of research depth, but he is far from a real master of Chinese studies in terms of the breadth of his involvement.

"Zhengyang, you can put your own insights into the content of the book into the reading sound and directly instill it in the audience, this is already a master of Chinese studies!", Hu Yongping said and emphasized, "When I was studying, I listened to the lectures of Nan Xiangren, the master of Chinese studies, and your reading voice is no worse than that of Master Nan Xiangren, and it may be a little stronger!"

"Mr. Hu has won the prize!"

Mu Zhengyang said very politely, he knew that he had cultivated the "Qiankun Haoran Righteous Qi Cultivation Technique", and when he was studying, Haoran Righteous Qi spread with the sound waves, which could produce the magical effect of Hu Yongping's Daigo empowerment, but at this time, it is estimated that the explanation is useless.

"Haha, you can reach this state at the age of twenty-two, I can't praise you enough!",

Hu Yongping didn't expect that the master of Chinese culture he admired turned out to be the student he had taught, and he laughed for a while.

"Master Mu, my tone was a little disrespectful before, don't worry about me!", Kong Tianyi's tone was sincere, and his attitude was sincere and authentic.

"It's okay!", Mu Zhengyang smiled faintly.

"Excuse me, how did you reach the realm of a master of Chinese studies?"

Kong Tianyi was dedicated to learning, sat up straight, and asked carefully.

"There's no other trick, probably just read every scripture repeatedly!"

Mu Zhengyang also told the truth, in order to deduce the "Qiankun Haoran Righteous Qi Formula", he read the 38,125-character "Mencius" countless times, and the Haoran Righteousness only played a blessing role.

"Read every sutra repeatedly?", Kong Tianyi had a feeling that the hut was suddenly opened, although he read a lot of books, but he didn't seek to understand, and looked at Mu Zhengyang gratefully, "Thank you, Master Mu for solving my doubts! I blindly pursue the measurement of reading, and ignore the depth of reading, in vain I boast that I have read a lot of books, but I don't even understand such a simple truth!"

"Hey! Tianyi, in fact, you have already performed very well! I am not afraid of your jokes when I say it, I graduated from the Chinese Department in the eighties, and now I have been teaching books for decades, and I have not been able to memorize Mencius! After all, as a teacher, there are textbooks, and there are various reference materials, and the exam only examines excerpts from it, who will work hard to study these!", Hu Yongping also sighed and said with emotion, and then looked at Mu Zhengyang with admiration, " Zhengyang, although I have taught you before, you have also taught me a profound lesson today! You are extremely talented and young, but you can endure loneliness and devote yourself to studying knowledge in the deep mountains, no wonder you can have master-level attainments in Chinese studies! On the contrary, I have become a real teacher after decades of studying from the book!"

"Master Mu, you just said that the person who plays the piano is also you, right?"

Kong Tianyi had been immersed in the shock brought by Mu Zhengyang being a master of Chinese culture before, ignoring the sound of the guqin he heard on the road when he came, and then remembered it and asked with his eyes in his eyes.

"That's right, forget about it! That piano playing is so wonderful, it makes people feel as if they are there! Zhengyang, you are still a master of guqin playing?"

When Hu Yongping heard the sound of the piano at that time, he was immediately shocked, and looked at Mu Zhengyang Dao with red eyes.

"There is no one on the top of the mountain, entertaining yourself, making the two of you laugh!", Mu Zhengyang said lightly.