As soon as he heard the familiar and slightly old voice, Song Yu was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly turned his head to look.

But in the sky in the distance, a few small figures flew quickly towards the Emperor's Pavilion, and in a blink of an eye, they had come to Weiyang Lake.

Although far away, Song Yu still saw it very clearly, and the person at the head was the president of the White Horse Academy and the Taishi Confucius of the Great Qin Emperor Dynasty.

And the other three are also the vice presidents of White Horse Academy.

"Why did they come here all of a sudden?" Song Yu immediately reacted, "Is it because of that talent just now?"

As soon as he thought of this, Song Yu's heart sank slightly.

Of course, he knew that Confucius had always cherished talents, and this trip must be for Zhang Fan.

If Confucius recruited Zhang Fan into the White Horse Academy and included him in the disciples, although Song Yu didn't want to admit it, with Zhang Fan's talent, his status as "the head of the four great talents of the White Horse Academy" would be in jeopardy.

No way!

Tang Bohu must be prevented from becoming a disciple of the teacher!

But will you be able to do so?

"Teacher, Vice Dean!"

Before his mind changed, Confucius and Fang Mingzhou had already landed on the roof of the Emperor's Pavilion, and Song Yu hurriedly bowed down to greet him.

Who knows, Confucius had no distractions, as if he didn't see him, and went straight to Zhang Fan.

Due to the sudden appearance of Confucius, interrupting Zhang Fan's recitation, Zhang Fan raised his head and looked at Confucius.

But seeing that Confucius's hair is white, his robe is wide and his sleeves are large, and his eyebrows reveal a kind of kindness and kindness like an old man next door, and there is no sense of distance from the top and bottom of his body.

"This person is Confucius, the Taishi of the Great Qin Dynasty?"

This time when he came to the City of No Beginning, Zhang Fan had planned to go to pay homage to Confucius, but Confucius took the initiative to send him to the door.

At this time, Confucius was also looking at Zhang Fan with a smile, as if he had found a piece of high-grade jade.

After taking a closer look at Zhang Fan, Confucius said with a smile: "The old man took the liberty of coming suddenly, disturbing Mr.'s poetry and Yaxing, and asking Mr. to continue!"

Seeing that his teacher was so polite to Zhang Fan, Song Yu was even more displeased.

However, displeasure is displeasure, he can't get angry in front of Confucius, otherwise his image as a good student of White Horse Academy will be gone.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and said, "Since this is the case, then I will continue to sacrifice ugliness!"

Since it is in front of Confucius, it is not possible to be as frivolous as just now, and must behave humbly and politely, so as to gain the favor of the other party.

Immediately changed his face like worrying about the country and the people, Zhang Fan put his hands behind his back, looking far and near, and his eyes revealed an incomparably deep gaze.

"The shadow of Xianyuntan is long, and things change and the stars move a few degrees in autumn!" Zhang Fan said word by word, "Where is the emperor in the pavilion now?

His seven-word poem comes from the masterpiece "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" by Wang Bo, one of the four masters of the early Tang Dynasty, and this situation, especially the last four sentences, could not be more appropriate than the Emperor's Pavilion.

Although the poem of King Teng's Pavilion is far inferior to the preface of King Teng's Pavilion, after all, it is from the hands of masters, and compared to Song Yu's bad poem, it is crushed by tens of thousands of times.

What's more, old people like Confucius, like this kind of thing that is full of emotion about the past and the present.

"The shadow of Xianyuntan is long, and things change and the stars move a few degrees of autumn?" Confucius's face was gloomy, and he muttered to himself, "Where is the emperor in the pavilion now?

As expected, I saw Confucius groaning with his head and frowning slightly, as if he was thoughtful.

Suddenly, a strong and incomparably strong talent erupted like a volcano and gushed out from the sky.

After a pause, Confucius, as if he had suddenly figured out something, raised his head, and his eyes, which were originally a little cloudy, instantly became clear, shooting out two exquisite rays of light.

At the same time, the depths of the void were filled with purple light, the golden lotus fell, and the holy veins were entangled, enveloping Confucius's entire person inside.

Seeing this, Fang Mingzhou and the others suddenly showed a strange look on their faces, surprised and delighted.

"Oh my God, is this going to break through the Jindan Realm?"

"If I'm not mistaken, Lord Dean has been stagnant for six years in the Breaking Pill Perfection Realm!"

"Yes, in the past six years, the dean has written countless poems, but his talent has never been able to make him break through to the promotion, and he can't think of today's ......."

With some shocked eyes, they looked at Zhang Fan, and Fang Mingzhou's faces were full of disbelief.

At this moment, a dull thunder suddenly sounded in the depths of the firmament.

"Heavenly Dao Thunder Tribulation?"

Looking up at the sky, but seeing the faint thunder, Fang Mingzhou and the others couldn't help but change their faces, and involuntarily took a few steps back, jumped off the Emperor's Pavilion, and watched from a distance, so as not to harm the pond fish.

In an instant, on the roof of the Emperor's Pavilion, only Confucius, who was in the midst of the catastrophe, was left.

"Wow!"

Before his mind could turn, with a thrilling light, the lightning bolt pierced the void, carrying a terrifying aura of destruction, and slashed fiercely at the top of Confucius's head.

At this time, Confucius, as if he had not discovered the Heavenly Dao Tribulation Thunder, meditated on his chin, the purple qi shrouded in his body had not yet dissipated, and the holy veins lingered on his own.

The thunder had already fallen in an instant, and it was still a few feet away from Confucius's body, and it was supported by the Purple Qi Holy Pattern.

The two forces filled with a violent aura held each other in mid-air, and the void within the radius shook slightly.

After a stalemate of about ten breaths, the thunderbolt erupted

This scene stunned everyone at the scene.

The way of cultivation is originally a move against the sky, so every time a monk breaks through the shackles, he will be robbed by thunder, and if he is not careful, he will be crushed and ashes will be scattered, and there will be no recovery.

Especially the higher the cultivation realm, the greater the power of the Heavenly Tribulation, from ancient times to the present, there is no shortage of monks in the Jindan Realm, the Mortal Realm, the Transformation God Realm, and even the Tribulation Realm, who died under the Heavenly Dao Thunder Tribulation.

And Confucius's breakthrough through the Jindan Realm and the advancement of the Yuanying Realm this time, although it also attracted the Heavenly Dao Thunder Tribulation, but this Heavenly Dao Thunder Tribulation, as if there was nothing, was all blocked by the Purple Qi Holy Pattern.

Don't...... Is this the benefit of entering the Tao with a text?

Everyone at the scene was dumbfounded.

Shocked, stunned, excited, excited...... At this moment, on Confucius's face, countless complex emotions emerged.

Even Confucius himself didn't expect that he just meditated on Zhang Fan's four lines of poetry, and he seemed to have an understanding, so he miraculously broke through the promotion, which was simply an unexpected joy.

"Genius! This is an absolute genius!"

Confucius suddenly jumped off the Emperor's Pavilion and looked at Zhang Fan again, his eyes were full of shock and excitement, "You, what's your name?"

Rao is known for his calmness and composure on weekdays, but at this moment, it is difficult to hide the agitation in his heart, and even his voice trembles a little.

"Under Tang Bohu!"

Zhang Fan was neither humble nor arrogant, and said with his hand.

"Tang Bohu?" Confucius shook his head, "Good name!"

Confucius asked again, "Tang, Tang...... Little brother, I just moved the song before, and the words of heaven are also your masterpieces?"

Before Zhang Fan could speak, Song Yu next to him couldn't help but interject: "Teacher......"

"Shut up!"

Confucius raised his eyebrows and scolded angrily, which was very different from the usual image of the amiable and smiling old man next door.

Song Yu was startled and quickly shut up.

Fang Mingzhou and the other two vice presidents looked at each other and smiled bitterly, today's dean, it seems that he is a little out of shape.

However, this is also understandable.

Under the expectant gaze of Confucius, Zhang Fan waved his hand humbly and said, "The masterpiece is not considered a masterpiece, it is just barely passing!"

The masterpiece is not yet counted, barely passing...... Nothing more?!

Song Yu couldn't help but roll her eyes.

It's okay to pretend to be forced, but please don't go through the branch like this, no?

Lao Tzu doesn't want to lose face, right?

When Confucius heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with some excitement: "Barely passing? Could it be that Mr. Tang has other more amazing masterpieces?"

Zhang Fan was unceremonious, smiled and nodded.

He had already intended to get acquainted with Confucius, and since this old man liked poetry, what did he do if he liked it.

"The old man listens!"

After saying this, Confucius hurriedly turned around and shouted to Mingzhou, "Old Fang, hurry!

"Oh!"

Fang Mingzhou suddenly woke up, and immediately took out the four treasures of the study from the bottom of his robe.

Fortunately, he has a habit of carrying pen, ink, paper, and inkstone with him, and once he has an inspiration, he can write it down casually.