However, just as Wang Mou was pretending to be forced, a brick flew straight towards Wang Mou's head.

This is also fortunate that Wang Mou's reaction was quite astute, and when he felt the sound of breaking wind behind him, he hurriedly bent down and dodged the brick, otherwise even if Wang Mou was so strong, he would have to be smashed enough.

"I'll go, who did it, do you have a bit of generosity, ah, just fight if you say it, don't you can't afford to play, who can beat me, come, stand up, I have to see what it means to be a double cultivation of style and style!"

Wang Mou was holding the brick that almost hit his head in his hand at this time, standing on the apricot forest pulpit and shouting at the group of Confucian monks.

This group of Confucian monks looked at Wang Mou's shameless appearance, and they really wanted to take a brick and call it in his face, but helplessly, this brick was really not thrown by them.

Wang Mou saw that none of these Confucian monks stood up, so he was a little angry, and stood here and scolded.

"Ah, do you have the courage to admit it, and what do you say Confucianism is a famous and decent family, what kind of famous and decent are you stabbing a knife in the back like this. ”

The more Wang Mou scolded here, the happier he became, and even had some meaning to let himself go, Jia Nanxun couldn't help but sigh when he looked at Wang Mou's appearance.

"If the sky wants to let whoever dies, you must first let it go crazy, Lao Wang is hanging. ”

Sure enough, not long after Jia Nanxun finished saying this, a terrifying voice sounded behind Wang Mou.

"I did it, what's wrong. ”

When Wang Mou heard this voice, he immediately felt a cold sweat behind his back, turned his neck stiffly, and looked back, sure enough, it was a Confucian saint.

"Eh, Mr. Kong, it turned out that you did it. Wang Mou said with some embarrassment.

"Yes, what's wrong with what I'm doing, do you still want to practice with me?" said the saint with a blushing face.

Wang Mou looked at the saint and immediately felt a little cowardly, scolding others in front of them for not being good, as if he couldn't say anything.

"That, this, Kong Lao, I just said who threw the bricks so powerfully, and this way of throwing the bricks is definitely a peerless boss. ”

Wang Mou began to desperately remedy it at this time, for fear that when the time came to accidentally provoke the saint, he really didn't have to wait to save Confucianism, just wait for Confucianism to collect his body.

The saint ignored Wang Mou's sycophants and turned to look at the crowd around him. "Well, fellow travelers, does anyone else refute this kid's point of view?"

Listening to the sage's words, everyone was a little angry, knowing that as soon as the sage said this, he probably predetermined that this person was the champion of the hundred schools in this time, and everyone was indignant in their hearts.

But at this time, they are helpless about this situation, and now they go up, either selling dog meat with a sheep's head in Wang Mou's mouth, or a villain who leads others astray.

The saint looked around and saw that no one around him had spoken, so he had to sigh helplessly.

"Okay, I declare, this time the champion of the hundred families is this kid, all of you colleagues, please go back to rest for the time being, and tomorrow two days later, and then start the competition of the other hundred families. ”

Listening to what the sage said, everyone knew that this kid Wang Mou was making history, not only the first person in history to win the championship of the hundred schools as a non-Confucian monk, but also the first person to win the championship and still attract hatred like this.

Wang Mou looked at the people present and smiled awkwardly. "That, don't admire me too much, I'm also a mortal, don't over-deify me, I just use other people's tea time to think about how angry people are, hey, Kong Lao, don't drag me. ”

Before Wang Mou's extremely hateful speech was finished, he was dragged off the stage by the saint.

Jia Nanxun looked at Wang Mou's appearance, and sighed helplessly. "Look, what I said, Lao Wang has gone too far, that Uncle Du, so we still have to wait for Lao Wang here?"

Du Liuzhi also had a little drum in his heart at this time, although he said that he was making Wang Mou a little high-profile, but this time it was really a bit too high-profile, I am afraid that all the Confucian monks will not give him a good look in the future.

"Forget it, let's go back first, the sage shouldn't do anything to Wang Mou, alas, if you don't die, you won't die." ”

Du Liuzhi glanced at the place where Wang Mou was dragged off the stage by the saint when he was leaving, and couldn't help but sigh, and silently prayed in his heart for this little expert in death.

At the same time, Wang Mou had been taken to a room by the saint, and as soon as Wang Mou entered, he knelt down for the saint.

"Ah, Kong Lao, this is not what I want to say, it is Wang Mingyang who asked me to say this, and he told me to say this in order to achieve the effect of winning in one word. Wang Mou said with a sad face.

"Then Wang Mingyang also called you so outrageous, and also called you such an insult to the Confucian monks. The saint said with a blushing face.

"Uh......" Wang Mou was a little embarrassed, "Well, this is partly because I said hi as I spoke, and then I accidentally said it." ”

"You kid, I'm asking you to be in the limelight, I didn't ask you to be so showy, I was going to listen to the thirteen years I haven't seen for so many years, has my debate skills increased, but I didn't expect to meet you kid to give me such a play. ”

The sage sighed and said, "Forget it, but I can see that the previous few sentences should have been thought of by Thirteen, yes, there is a lot of progress compared to back then." ”

"Hehe, Kong Lao, in fact, this is something that four people came up with together. Wang Mou smiled and told the sage how the victory came about this time.

"Well, I see, it seems that I am drawing a snake to add to it, originally I thought that Thirteen would feel a little pressure, so I deliberately banned those of my personal disciples from participating, but I didn't expect that because of this, Thirteen this kid still feels that there is no challenge, alas......" The saint shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.

Wang Mou saw that the saint was not too angry now, so he smiled and approached the saint.

"That, Mr. Kong, didn't you say that the winner of the hundred schools can get a copy ......of your handwritten book?

The sage gave Wang Mou a blank look. "You're embarrassed to ask for it, look at the miasma you have in this hundred schools, I didn't ask you for compensation, even if it was for the sake of thirteen's face. ”

When Wang Mou heard the sage say this, he hurriedly waved his hand and said: "No, no, no, Kong Lao, you can't rely on the account, you look at how I can be regarded as your half-pulled disciple, if you rely on your disciple's account, how bad it is to spread it, besides, although what I said and did was a bit unauthentic, there is still no problem with this victory." ”

Seeing Wang Mou's shameless behavior, the saint waved his hand helplessly.

"Forget it, after all, it's up to you when the time comes, say, what do you want me to write to you?" said the saint helplessly.

"Well, this one, I'll think about it first. Wang Mou saw that the saint agreed, so he laughed twice, it seems that this handful can prostitute a saint's handwriting for nothing, this is a rare treasure.

However, what words to write, Wang Mou really has to think about it, after all, the words written are different, and the effect of handwriting will be slightly different.

The sage looked at Wang Mou's constant thinking about what to write, and couldn't help but smile, and said with a smile: "Wang Mou, don't you know what to write." ”

"Yes, Mr. Kong, why don't you write me the thousand-character text, and then I will think of that word and take him out, so that it will look so imposing at that time. Wang Mou said shamelessly.

"......" Seeing Wang Mou's appearance, the saint was eager to throw Wang Mou out directly at this time, but for the sake of his own credibility and for the sake of his apprentice Wang Mingyang, he still took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

"That, boy, you don't have to think about the thousand-word text, so let's do it, how about I give you a pair of words myself. ”

The sage personally inscribed himself, and Wang Mou immediately wanted to agree, but after thinking about it, he still said cautiously: "That, Kong Lao, you won't take the opportunity to take revenge on me, right?" ”

Looking at Wang Mou's current appearance, the sage really wanted to give him a big mouth. "No, hurry up, don't use it, if you don't use it again, I'll automatically cancel it for you." ”

"Use it, Kong Lao, don't be so impatient, I'm not doing this for the sake of safety. Wang Mou said with a smile: "But, Mr. Kong, what are you going to mention to me?" ”

"You can just watch what you say, okay, get out of the way, I'm going to write for you." As the saint spoke, he stretched out his hand and waved, and suddenly, the four treasures of the study appeared as if out of thin air, only suspended in front of the saint.

The saint took a deep breath and restrained his mind, and Wang Mou suddenly felt that the atmosphere around him had become solemn.

I saw that the saint picked up a pen, filled it with ink, pondered in mid-air for a moment, and then dropped the pen on the snow-white paper.

In an instant, Wang Mou seemed to hear the sound of a dragon groaning coming from this piece of paper again, and the coercion from this paper made Wang Mou have an urge to obey.

You must know that the sage still hasn't really started to write, just the first stroke, this kind of momentum has already made Wang Mou so frightened, if this is finished, the momentum will be raised to what a terrifying existence.

And at this time, he directly pressed the saint to hold the pen on this piece of paper, and really showed Wang Mou what is called dragon flying and phoenix dance. Throughout the process, Wang Mou seemed to feel a powerful oppression coming from the saint.

Fortunately, the oppression did not last long before it stopped, and the saint exhaled a long breath and completed the creation of this painting.

"Alright, boy, I'm done, you can see how it goes. As soon as the sage waved his hand, it was as if the four treasures of the previous study room did not exist at all, and all that was left here at this time was this one word.

When Wang Mou heard the sage say this, he was naturally overjoyed, and walked forward to look at this pair of words, only to see the four big characters "No. 1 in the world" written on it.

"Ah, Kong Lao, your writing is really good, but will you be a little too imposing, and I'm not going to hang it out." Wang Mou looked at this painting, he really couldn't help liking it, but it was the content above, and it seemed a little too crazy to look at.

"Too much? No, boy, you go up and take a closer look. The sage said to Wang Mou with a smile.

Wang Mou didn't know what the saint meant, but he was also very curious to come forward and take a closer look.

It doesn't matter what he looks at, Wang Mou was surprised to find that when his eyes were close enough, the word actually changed, and the huge "first in the world" itself turned into a "cheap" word.

"No. 1 in the world...... Cheap?" Wang Mou said with some embarrassment as he looked at the painting.

(To be continued)