"I'm a cultivator, and you're really blind to me if you think I'm a scholar. "You should look at the Tao without anger.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and after a while, their faces became strange.

Indeed, as Ying Wuxin said, he is a cultivator, and the dress of this body and the long sword behind his back are not the dress code of a scholar.

As a reader, I naturally think that one sentence is a wise saying, that is: everything is inferior, only reading is high.

But there are cultivators in this world, not to mention the Dao Venerable who is comparable to the gods who have the ability to move mountains and reclaim the sea, that is, the Taoist sect that controls the power of the elements, and it is also an extremely terrifying existence.

In the face of such a terrible existence, the so-called talents of the scholars are nothing.

For Taoism, even the prime minister of the dynasty, Feng Qinglu, has to treat each other with courtesy, very polite, His Majesty the Emperor, for Taoism, is even more favored, than the literati who have become officials, which has caused the cultivators in the territory of the three states and five countries under the world, the status is far higher than that of scholars.

Although scholars think that they are the best at reading, in the eyes of the general public, it is natural that cultivators with immortal abilities are more outstanding, and many people will consider themselves cultivators if they can cultivate, and in most cases, they will no longer say that they are scholars.

At present, Ying Wuxin is only fourteen years old, and he is already a third-stage Taoist, and his achievements are so great that they are comparable to those of scholars of the same age who have passed the Jinshi examination.

Ying Wuxin, who is equivalent to a fourteen-year-old jinshi, how can he afford these elderly repeaters who have not even made the list in the county exam.

"Don't you think you're a scholar?" stammered the fat young man.

"Nonsense, I'm a third-stage Taoist. "There should be no heart.

As soon as these words came out, the crowd was in an uproar.

Ying Wuxin still looks like a little baby fat with a delicate face, too young, looks like he is at most fourteen or fifteen years old, at such an age has become a third-stage Taoist, there is only one stage away from the Dao Sect, such a high level of cultivation, even if the reader does not understand the Tao, he is very surprised.

Sun Xiaoman and Bai Miaozhen lowered their heads slightly, a little embarrassed, they thought that they were outstanding disciples of the younger generation of Zhengyang Daomen, second only to Senior Brother Li Zhengdao, but now they are still in the second stage, and Ying Wuxin, who is one year younger than them, has entered the third stage.

Ying Wuxin is still a Taoist who cultivates freely, and he is usually busy making money to support himself, such people have already cultivated to surpass them, so he naturally feels a little ashamed.

"Since you are a Taoist, what are you doing here?" asked the young man with a long face in an unkind tone, but his eyes were quite flustered, and he didn't dare to look at Ying Wuxin at all, which showed that this was the strong strength of Ying Wuxin.

"Nonsense, I was in a hurry. ”

Everyone was stunned for a while, they looked at each other, their faces were ugly, and they were passing by here as Taoist heroes, and there was really nothing more to say.

After all, Ying Wuxin did not show any intention of participating in the collection of prose essays, although the book of Journey to the West written was not recognized by all readers, but Ying Wuxin regarded himself as a cultivator, and they had nothing to say.

He is an outstanding cultivator, who has written a book at random, and has been recognized by the spirit monkey, and has also won the first place, if they are scholars to compare, it is purely nothing to do.

The key is that you should not inadvertently not regard yourself as a reader, because if the readers present entangle, they will be suspected of messing around.

As the so-called Xiucai meets soldiers, it is unreasonable to explain, everyone knows very well that as a scholar, you can't theorize with others, otherwise you will surrender your identity.

The crowd was much quieter, and although everyone was still whispering, no one dared to look down on Ying Wuxin anymore.

As the sun rose, several more carriages came, and one by one the scholars got off the carriage and saluted each other with the surrounding scholars, and several of them were also greeted by the son of the magistrate.

Among them are Dawen River, as well as Meng Feiyu.

Wenhe's fame is not small, and when he came here, it immediately caused a commotion, because he also wrote a relatively famous essay "Lijiang Xing" in middle age, which was quite popular in the territory of three states and five countries, and accumulated a lot of fame for him.

Since then, although there has been no pun writing, but after so many years, everyone believes that he should have written one or more pun essays, and this visit is undoubtedly the best confirmation.

"Little Daoist, we won the first place, can we still get any reward?" Wang Banxian said with a light in his eyes.

The reward of the last Spirit Monkey Festival, the Feng family didn't catch it at all because of the change, only Ying Wuxin obtained a spirit plant of the spirit monkey, although the value is huge, but when it comes to the body, there is no benefit to other people.

Later, in the Red Maple Forest, knowing that Ying Wuxin had broken through to the third stage, Wang Banxian could only look at it with envy and think about it in his heart.

Now that he has another chance, he is naturally excited.

Ying Wuxin glanced at him and said: "We are preparing, but to be prepared, if they can choose a suitable text today and unblock the Jinshui Bridge, we don't need to show it anymore, after all, our purpose is to track down Mrs. Gu, and here to write articles with scholars, what is that called, I don't know if I really think I'm a scholar, I don't want to be despised by my fellow cultivators." ”

"Ah, you've been busy for so long, don't you participate?" Wang Banxian's face suddenly collapsed.

Li Zhengdao said solemnly: "Our current purpose is to track down Mrs. Gu, she is the wife of Feng Daozun back then, she is considered a remnant of the previous dynasty, she has a grudge against the three major Daomen in the world, she has the strength of the Dao Sect, and the treasure left by the Dao Zun, if you do it to other disciples of the Dao Sect, I am afraid that many people will die, so we must hurry up and catch up." ”

"In addition, she has set up dojos in Sanliuzhuang and Taoxi, using many people as props to practice the Fa, if she continues to do trouble, not only will more people suffer, once she advances to Dao Zun, it will be a huge threat to the five countries of Sanzhou. Therefore, her danger is far heavier than this essay collection activity, and we are preparing for it, but to prevent accidents, without breaking out conflicts, we can also take the wooden bridge to cross the Jinshui River. ”

"Okay. Wang Banxian shrugged his head helplessly and nodded.

Sun Xiaoman and Bai Miaozhen on the side were relieved, it turned out that the senior brother was so determined, there were other strategies, there were so many scholars gathered here, even Feng An and Wen He came, thinking that today they would definitely be able to produce a satisfactory article for the county, so that they could walk the Jinshui Bridge without participating.

On the third pole of the day, a team of officials held various signs to open the way, and a few people behind carried a sedan chair, and a group of soldiers were supported by the front and back.

"Lord Zhixian has arrived. With a shout, the sedan chair fell to the ground, the curtain was lifted, and a man in his forties, with a slender face, a somewhat dark complexion, and a goatee walked out of the official mansion in blue, with his head held high, and his face glanced around majestically.

"Meet the magistrate. The servants on the periphery, as well as the ordinary people who watched the heat, knelt down and kowtowed.

"Meet the magistrate. "A large number of scholars bend down to bow together, which is regarded as a visit, and as scholars, they all have the status of scholars, so in informal occasions, they can completely do not have to bow down, which is the privilege of their group.

Ying Wuxin and the others also bowed, but they didn't say anything, as cultivators, their status is higher than that of scholars, so naturally they will not be as polite as scholars.

"Get up. Zhixian said lightly, raised his feet and stepped over the sedan chair, carried his hands behind his back, and walked towards the pavilion.

"Mo Ji, why don't you open the door of the attic and invite everyone to go in and sit inside?" Zhixian walked to the pavilion, with a straight face, and said in a stern tone.

"Child, child doesn't dare without your permission—" Mo Ji, a young man in white clothes and white face, hurriedly got up and replied.

"Foolish, these are all the pillars of my country, how can they be so lazy, come here, immediately open the door of the attic, invite everyone to enter and sit down, and bring up the prepared wine and food. The magistrate said loudly.

There were masters and scribes in the back, and after a while, the newly built tall attic was opened, and one by one the scholars were invited in according to their generational fame, a few old men were in front, followed by Feng An and Wen He, then Kong Jingwen, Meng Feiyu, etc., and finally some young people, such as the obese young man who taught Ying Wuxin and the guy with a long face.

"Let's go, let's go and rest under the gazebo. Lee Jeong-do proposed.

A few people walked over, and the servants who originally wanted to go over immediately stopped, they naturally didn't have the courage to grab territory with the cultivators.

"Hmph, I'm not a scholar, so it's better to stay outside. The fat young man strotted proudly into the attic door and said in a sarcastic tone.

The young man with a long face also turned around and smiled proudly, and swaggered into the attic.

"Senior brother, they actually look down on us, with their weak chicken-like body, I can beat ten of them alone. Sun Xiaoman said angrily.

"I can fight a hundred. Ying Wuxin smiled.

Seeing that he had no intention of laughing at those readers like himself, Sun Xiaoman also smiled happily, but he felt that something was wrong when he smiled.

"Why are you a hundred, and I'm only ten?"

"Ten is your own words, and no one forced you. ”

"You scoundrel, you-" Sun Xiaoman's angry little face turned crimson.

"I can fight a thousand. Li Zhengdao said lightly: "An army of 1,000 people." ”

Wang Banxian was stupid.

Ying Wuxin's mouth opened, but he couldn't say anything, and after a while, his mouth closed, and he gritted his teeth and glared at Li Zhengdao, which means: Count you ruthless.

Sun Xiaoman proudly raised his snow-white chin and smiled happily, and Bai Miaozhen on the side didn't feel it.

The bright smiling faces of the two women, with beautiful curved figures, gorgeous dresses, and beautiful jewelry, attracted the servants on one side to look at them, and they drooled one after another, their eyes were dull, and their faces were full of salivation.

"When is this going to end?" Sun Xiaoman swept around the people outside the pavilion in disgust and said sullenly.

The coachman on one side answered: "It will be noon at the earliest, after all, the script still needs to be written and read." ”

Ying Wuxin's ears moved, his face changed suddenly, and he said softly: "It's greasy, I'm afraid I won't be able to choose the best one today." ”