Airplanes~~~!

Airplanes~~~~~~!

Accompanied by the loud bells, the sky condensed into a vast cloud like the sea.

Qingyun sprinkled countless cyan lights, as dense as rain.

The Confucian students were shocked.

The bell rings in the ears, straight to the heart, only to feel that man and heaven and earth are one, as if you can realize the Tao in the morning and night!

The rain-like green mangs fall on the body, and it is even more hairy and marrow-washing, and the whole person is rejuvenated!

"Huang Zhong Da Lu? Is this a saint educating sentient beings on behalf of heaven? ”

"Haoran is angry and rainy? Could it be that there is a giant Confucian who has been born with great merit!? ”

Countless eyes focused on Fan Li.

The handwriting he had just finished writing flew from the paper, hanging high in the sky, emitting bursts of glow in all directions.

"Oh my God! I actually broke through! ”

"I also broke through, Jindan Realm, I am now Jindan Realm!?"

"Chaowen said, you can die at night! I smelled it, I really smelled it!! ”

Mr. Yichuan and Fan Li, the gap between the two of them is so big that it is more than a firefly than Haoyue, and the gap is more than ten million times?

The Confucian students looked at Fan Li's gaze, full of ardent worship, as if he was a Confucian saint in the world!

"Wait for the students, thank you!"

Suddenly!

Thousands of Confucian scholars centered on Fan Li and knelt down to him in unison.

This time, there is no need for Zhu Ziyang to remind and urge, everyone is kneeling and bowing to Fan Lixing!

Zhu Ziyang's face turned pale.

The weather of heaven and earth caused by Fan Li had already scared him so much that his legs were weak, and he almost wanted to kneel.

However, the rain seemed to be alive, and it was clear that the entire Luming Academy was covered by rain, but not a drop fell on him.

Among the thousands of Confucian students present, Zhu Ziyang was the only one who didn't get any benefits.

The other one who didn't reap the benefits was, of course, Mr. Ikawa.

"You actually use him as a teacher?"

"Are you all crazy?"

"Don't kneel!"

"Stand up! Don't kneel! ”

Zhu Ziyang shouted at the top of his voice, wanting the Confucian scholars to stop kneeling and worshiping Fan Li.

It's a pity that thousands of Confucian scholars didn't pay attention to him.

When the three kneeling and nine bowing rituals were over, the Confucian scholars still knelt on the ground, looking at Fan Li with adoring eyes, waiting to listen to his teachings.

Fan Li is not stage frightened.

Who is he?

Da Chu Jin Gong!

In the court, how many times did the Manchu civil and military kneel down to him a hundred or a thousand times?

The more than 1,000 kneeling young Confucian students in front of him were just a small scene.

"Everybody get up." Fan Lixu raised his right hand and said with a smile.

"Yes, follow the orders of the teacher." Thousands of Confucian scholars replied in unison, and then dared to get up.

"You still call him a teacher!?"

Zhu Ziyang was really angry.

"This person is so young, and his cultivation is only to build a foundation, what qualifications does he have to be a teacher for everyone?"

His voice fell, but he was looked at with contempt by countless people.

The Confucian student, who had just broken through to the Jindan realm, said with a look of annoyance: "There is no end to learning, and those who reach it are teachers." Zhu Ziyang, don't you even understand such a simple truth? ”

Another Confucian student also said: "The teacher just said that Confucianism is divided into Confucianism and cultivation. The teacher is clearly a pedantic celestial, and we have to worship it completely! ”

Zhu Ziyang grew his mouth in surprise.

He wanted to refute.

But for a long time, I couldn't say a word.

In desperation, Zhu Ziyang could only go to see Mr. Yichuan as if asking for help.

"Teacher ......"

Mr. Ikawa's face turned pale.

He also knew that he had lost, and that it was a fiasco.

But losing to a young man like Fan Li, how can he be willing to admit it?

Only, open another game, and turn defeat into victory!

Thinking of this, Mr. Yi Chuan couldn't help but blush slightly.

But he still stubbornly said: "Young people are lucky to be ahead, and there is no need to be complacent." In a few words, it can't confirm the level of knowledge of you and me. ”

"Huh?"

Fan Li was slightly stunned when he heard this.

What does this old man mean?

Lost, but couldn't afford to lose?

What does it mean to be a fluke ahead? Listening to his tone, do you want to compare the second scene?

The onlookers were also surprised when they heard this, but they didn't expect Mr. Yi Chuan to consider himself a great Confucian, but he had a face that he couldn't afford to lose.

"So what? Would you like to compete again? Fan Li asked with a smile.

"I tried my hand just now, but the old man didn't do his best." Mr. Ikawa gritted his teeth and said, "Now, the game has really begun!" ”

"Good! Once the teacher gets serious, you kid will lose! Zhu Ziyang clapped his hands excitedly.

It's a pity that there are more than 1,000 onlookers around to watch Confucianism, but no one responds to him.

Zhu Ziyang's slap turned red, and he didn't see a second person echoing him, so he had to put his hand into his sleeve in embarrassment.

"This old man is so boring, why don't I cut it with a sword?" The Cold Moon Holy Lord suddenly whispered to Fan Li.

Originally, she asked Fan Li to come out to play, but it became Fan Li to fight with this bad old man.

What a disappointment?

"Don't." Fan Li smiled bitterly when he heard this, and responded in a low voice: "I just said that the sea is tolerant and tolerant, and you stab people to death with a sword, but the notoriety will fall on his head." ”

“…… All right. ”

The Cold Moon Holy Lord really regretted his death.

However, she invited Fan Li to listen to the class, but she blamed herself for not choosing a good project.

Mr. Ikawa didn't know that he had just walked away from the ghost gate.

With the gap between his cultivation and Han Yue, the latter can also poke hundreds of holes in him, not to mention using the Frost Sword, even if he breaks a branch casually.

"Young man."

Mr. Ikawa spoke, deliberately raising his voice.

"Now let's make a formal comparison."

"Piano, chess, books, paintings, what is the content, the old man lets you choose!"

"Lest the world laugh at the old man and say that the old man relies on the old and sells the old and bullies the younger generations."

After he finished speaking, Zhu Ziyang immediately echoed loudly: "The teacher is so generous and self-contained!" ”

it!

This singing and harmony, both the master and apprentice are hypocritical.

The Confucian scholars secretly despised it in their hearts!

Originally, most people only hated Zhu Ziyang, but now even Mr. Yichuan despised it.

Confucianism, in fact, covers a wide range.

In addition to qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, there are also rites, royalty, agriculture, commerce, engineering, mathematics, art, archery and so on.

Mr. Yi Chuan only mentions piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, which are clearly his areas of expertise.

"I'll choose the piano." Fan Li replied casually.

The body he crossed, although its combat power was extremely poor, it was a perfect score except for cultivation.

If you put it before the crossing, there is a god-level existence with a score of 750 in the absolute college entrance examination!

"How dare you choose the piano?" Mr. Ikawa was secretly surprised. "Could it be that this kid is extremely accomplished in the art of going to the piano?"

His face was a little ugly.

He had already lost one game just now, and if he lost another one, he would not have the face to eat in the territory of Dachu in the future.

"Ahh What a coincidence! Mr. Yi Chuan said suddenly: "The old man is only used to using the ancestral Jiuxiao Ring Peiqin, but he is not staying by his side today. In the future, let you choose, but choose another one to compete, right? ”

When the Confucians heard this, they were in an uproar.

Eat one's word?

Is this what a great Confucian should do?

The credibility is not as bad as that of a child of seven or eight years old.

Zhu Ziyang also stared at his teacher dumbfounded, because he clearly remembered that when he went to pick up Mr. Yichuan's stinky feet a few days ago, he had seen him play the Jiuxiao Ring Peiqin.

"Why don't you choose." Fan Li said impatiently.

"Good!" Mr. Yi Chuan blurted out, realized that he was a little out of shape, and hurriedly added: "You still know some etiquette and know how to respect the elderly." Since you take the initiative to give up the right to choose, the old man will make up the mind for you. ”

At this point, no matter how important the dough is, it is not as important as winning or losing.

Mr. Ikawa pondered for a while, and finally made up his mind.

"Let's compare [painting]!"

(End of chapter)