"It's unbearable!"

Bai Fu dropped a sentence and flicked his sleeves away.

"Haha, you're also qualified to talk about others?"

Sun Mo sneered.

It's a pity that Bai Fu is too lazy to deal with Sun Mo, in her eyes, what four chief winners, what is the hand of God, but it is also a vulgar thing.

"Look, your self-righteous arrogance actually proves your vulgarity, and you are using Wenqing to disguise your vulgarity. ”

Sun Mo sneered: "Some masters, people's ideological realm is really high, fishing in the South China Sea, high mountains and the moon, is sentiment, is the backbone, but what about you? just want to prove that you are different from us 'laymen'." ”

"But when you prove it, you've already fallen behind and lost. ”

"Beautiful!"

Li Ziqi, who was eavesdropping outside the door, wanted to praise the knot.

"You talk nonsense!"

Bai Fu scolded.

"Angry? Doesn't that mean you care?"

Sun Mo spread his hands: "Is this more advantageous than any evidence?"

Sun Mo is in modern times, but he is a teacher, he has seen all kinds of students, and even if he is not a teacher, as long as he often surfs the Internet, no one has seen him!

Keep waist-length hair, wear a white dress, bare feet, and step on a pair of cloth shoes......

Go on a pilgrimage to a certain place, purify your soul, go to a certain sea to live alone, feed the birds and read......

To be honest, Sun Mo also thought about it.

After all, who hasn't been younger.

"I don't deny the life you desire, but I also ask you not to insult the ideals of famous teachers!"

Sun Mo's tone became stern: "Living for love and dying for love is your freedom, but chasing the realm of saints is also our freedom." ”

"Even if it's utilitarian and mundane, so what?"

"In my opinion, even if a farmer's lifelong pursuit is to want a hundred acres of fertile land, a few ploughing cows, a virtuous wife, and a wise child, there is nothing wrong with it. ”

"There is no difference between big and small ideals, no difference between high and low!"

"Don't you pretend to be a noble and free person anymore? Your pride makes you look down on the ideals of other people's sanctification?"

Airplanes!

Jin Yu's good words exploded.

Brilliant spots of light splashed on the roof of the building at night, like fireflies flying, and also reflected Bai Fu's red cheeks.

She was annoyed by what Sun Mo said.

"It's over, this person can't dig it!"

Lu Zhiruo felt that the teacher was going to finish.

"Why are most geniuses so awkward?"

Li Ziqi didn't understand.

"This is arrogance, isn't it?"

Mascot analysis.

"What do you know?"

Bai Fu retorted.

She admitted that Sun Mo's words were very reasonable, and what was even more troublesome was that this guy really thought so, otherwise Jin Yu's good words would not have exploded.

In this way, Bai Fu can't say that Sun Mo is hypocritical.

"I don't understand, so I have to learn!"

Sun Mo replied.

Sorry, I haven't lost to the line.

The loose black dog of Sun, bites people into the flesh, three feet in one bite, and can't scare you to death.

"Hehe, that's a pity, I was born, and I naturally understood a little bit of enlightenment, no matter what it is, I will learn it as soon as I learn it. ”

Bai Fu pretended to be sad and sighed: "You may think that the saint is beyond reach, but in my opinion, it is just climbing a high mountain, and there is no point in it!"

"And what have you created for the world?"

Sun Mo asked rhetorically.

"You mean the value of life?"

Bai Fu laughed: "Why do people have to be valuable when they live? Do I eat and drink every day, write and paint, and disturb others? I am willing to waste my life, can you manage it?"

"By the way, I would like to add that my living expenses are all earned by myself!"

It's a real hammer, and this is a hell of a nervous disorder.

Sun Mo doesn't want to talk about it anymore, Bai Fu is typical of the kind of wealthy children who were born with fine clothes and fine food and have not been bitten by the old dog of society.

The problem that ordinary people think about is to fill their stomachs, and if they are a little higher, I want to save money, buy a game console, or chase a girl I like.

But Bai Fu was born with these.

Without caring about food, clothing, housing and transportation, she naturally has a lot of time to think about it.

Of course, not to mention that they are also talented and spoiled by many people.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have imposed my values on you!"

Sun Mo took retreat as advance.

It's on the line!

Does right or wrong matter?

It's not important, it's the winning that matters.

"If you know it's wrong, get out of here!"

Bai Fu waved his hand.

"Let me ask you one last thing, are you empty of this kind of life?"

Sun Mo saw Bai Fu's face change slightly, and he knew that he was right.

As long as it is a human being, those psychological problems will inevitably exist.

In Marlos's needs theory, the fifth level, but the need for self-actualization, and even the fourth level, the need for respect, Bai Fu has not fully obtained.

She is a genius, but does she have achievements that others admire from the bottom of their hearts?

Bai Fu said that he didn't care, but in his heart, he didn't think about it.

All right!

Even if she hadn't thought about it, Sun Mo would help her remember it now.

Mouth cannon?

Spell worldview?

I'm sorry, but at this moment, countless philosophers and psychologists are with me.

"Look at you, I like poetry and poetry, and you're a lover of literature, right? Since you said that no matter what, you can learn it as soon as you learn it, then may I ask, do you have any literary works?"

Sun Mo set up.

"Ha, your question shows your shallowness!"

Bai Fu finally found a place to fight back: "The real literary masterpiece cannot be mass-produced, and it cannot be written through a certain routine mode, only by chance, this is the charm of literature!"

"Alchemy, alchemy, you can do it yourself, and you can even be better than the blue, but literature, anyone can write words, but can you write immortal works?"

Bai Fu raised the book in his hand: "For example, this "Journey to the West". ”

"Poof!"

Outside the door, Li Ziqi and Lu Zhiruo laughed.

If you say this, you're going to suffer.

The corners of Sun Mo's mouth twitched.

Although Journey to the West, Sun Mo was written in the vernacular, which is different from the original work, but after all, the content was plagiarized, so he banned Zheng Qingfang and others from publicizing it.

So only a small number of people know that he is the author of Journey to the West.

"I think this book has broken the shackles of human beings and let go of the wings of dreams, and the original world can still be like this. ”

Bai Fu stroked the book cover, and his tone was full of admiration.

"You should have read this book, right? Can you imagine that?"

Sun Mo was silent, I was afraid that if I said my illusion world, I would scare you to death.

"Do you want to dig me up to go to Zhongzhou Academy?

Bai Fu shook the Journey to the West in her hand, stopped talking nonsense with Sun Mo, and walked out of the iron gate, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Li Ziqi and Lu Zhiruo, but what does this have to do with her?

"If I write it, will you make me a cow and a horse?"

Sun Mo mocked.

"Make your toilet bowl anything!"

Bai Fu despises.

This kind of book, which has not been encountered in a hundred years, depends on you?

Truth be told, your chances of sanctification are better than the chances of writing an immortal book.

"You like this book very much?"

Li Ziqi asked with a smile

"I've lent it to you, take a look at it, and you'll understand that this world is not worth it!"

Bai Fu threw the book to Sun Mo.

"Why isn't there a back?"

Lu Zhiruo found that the book was torn up a lot.

Bai Fu didn't answer, and went straight down the stairs.

Is life empty?

Sun Mo was right!

Bai Fu felt very empty, and the days of learning were really boring, so when Journey to the West was a big hit and appeared in Liaojing, after Bai Fu read it, she suddenly found that the world of dreams was the freest.

Bai Fu envied the monkey.

Envy the Monkey King who didn't wear a tight spell.

So she tore the back part off.

It can be said that Sun Mo is the culprit who turned Bai Fu into Wenqing.

"Teacher, I think that although this white master is talented, he is not suitable for teaching!"

Lu Zhiruo muttered quietly, she couldn't see the temperament of a famous teacher from Bai Fu's body.

"It depends on what she teaches?"

Sun Mo looked downstairs, the back of Bai Fu leaving.

He had seen her information, piano, chess, poetry and painting, and was proficient in everything, and since he was fifteen years old, he could instruct those famous prostitutes in Qinglou.

Under her, there have been three talented and beautiful Oirans.

This is still Bai Fu's boring work, and he didn't pay much attention to it at all.

In other words, Bai Fu is really talented in the disciplines of literature and art.

"Teacher, are you going to write a book?"

Li Ziqi is looking forward to it.

"It's not writing!"

Sun Mo sighed, he could only be a copyist again.

When he returned to the room, Sun Mo asked the little purse to give him a hair first, and then blessed him with a dream to help him recall the dream of his student days.

Sun Mo wants to rewatch "Dream of Red Mansions".

"Water Margin" is definitely not good, it is too reactionary, even if he writes it, no bookseller will dare to take it, and as soon as he leaves on the front foot, maybe the people on the back foot will report to the official and arrest people.

"Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is not good, what men read this thing is a heroic article, and it doesn't match the young girl.

To be honest, if you want to be more popular than "Journey to the West", you can actually write "Jin X Mei", which is definitely a sellout, and artistically, this book is also very high.

However, due to the limited content, the literary girl must not talk about it.

"When it comes to publicity, I'm afraid I'm going to use Gandalf to make a gimmick with the second book of the author of "Journey to the West". ”

Sun Mo sighed.

The artistic standard of "Dream of Red Mansions" is very high, but this has caused a problem, ordinary people can't understand it, ordinary people can't understand it, they can't become a household name in a short period of time, and then sell well.

Sun Mo will stay in the Black and White Academy for a month at most, and for such a little time, it is not possible to rely on the word-of-mouth fermentation of "Dream of Red Mansions" alone.

"Go and rest!"

Sun Mo stopped sleeping and began to write hard.

After becoming a famous teacher, his memory exploded, and he woke up from a dream in Huangliang, and he remembered everything he had seen before.

Monovalent potassium hydrochloride, sodium silver, divalent oxygen, calcium barium, magnesium, zinc,

It's a pity that the world doesn't need it!

......

Li Ziqi didn't sleep all night, because he was always thinking about Sun Mo's new book.

In her opinion, what the teacher wrote is absolutely a masterpiece.

stayed up until the sky was bright, Li Ziqi couldn't hold back anymore and went directly to the school cafeteria.

"Uncle Wang, are you alright?"

Li Ziqi asked with a smile.

"Alright!

Chef Wang accompanied the smiling face, and when he saw Li Ziqi untie the lid of the pot and check it one by one, he hurriedly assured: "It's all newly made by me, and in less than two watches, I will get up and get busy." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Wang!"

Li Ziqi smiled sweetly, filled the chicken soup, steamed buns, and four-color side dishes in the food box, and then walked to the guest house.

"Lao Wang, who is this little lady?"

The old farmer who delivered vegetables saw Li Ziqi and asked curiously: "It's so beautiful!"

"Put away your dog's eyes, you can also look at the nobles?"

Chef Wang scolded.

"Huh!"

The old farmer smiled awkwardly.

He knew that Chef Wang had been in charge of the canteen of the Black and White Academy because of his outstanding cooking skills and his seniority.

A few years ago, he stopped cooking, and when he met the high-star bosses, he would show off a few hands, but now, he actually greeted a little girl.

"Looking at the nobility of other people's bodies, it is estimated that they are the children of a certain family, right?"

The old farmer speculated.

Bang!

Chef Wang kicked the old farmer in the ass.

"What are you thinking? They are the eldest disciples of Master Sun!"

Chef Wang explained.

At the beginning, Li Ziqi came to the school cafeteria to recruit chefs, but Chef Wang refused, but who let the family give too much.

One day's worth a year's wages.

Just to let Sun Mo eat well.

This apprentice is simply too filial.

"Hey, Master Sun, is that the one who made Master Zhang Mingshi advance to the rank of Sage?"

The old farmer who delivered the vegetables gasped.

"Even you've heard about it?"

Chef Wang was surprised.

He had already prepared and returned all the deposits he had received to Li Ziqi, just to ask for God's hand for his son.

"Look at what you said, such a big thing, the whole Liao Kyoto knows. ”

The old farmer who delivered the vegetables took out the tobacco leaves: "Do you want a pot?"

Chef Wang was just about to pick it up, but he couldn't help it: "No, I'm cooking for Master Sun these days, and I can't get tobacco gas!"

"When Master Sun becomes a saint in the future, you will be amazing, the cook who has cooked for Master Sun!"

The old farmer who delivered vegetables was envious.

"That's nature!"

Chef Wang was full of ambition, and at the same time made up his mind to catch up with Ming'er and come up with a unique job, so that Sun Mo would not want to return.

When the time comes, it should be easy to ask for a word.

......

When Li Ziqi came, he saw Lu Zhiruo with her hands on her knees, leaning against the door and napping.

"What are you doing?"

Xiao Purse was stunned: "It can't be that you want to read a new book, right?"

"Huh, big sister!"

The mascot wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth: "I want to be the first to see the teacher's new book!"

“......”

Xiao Hebaoxin said, this is impossible, I am the senior sister, I have to go first!

The rest can be given to you, but this one doesn't work!

Knock!

Li Ziqi knocked on the door.

"Teacher, I brought breakfast, it's time to eat!"

The lights inside were not extinguished, and the teacher must have written for a night.

"Come in!"

Hearing this, Li Ziqi couldn't wait to push open the door, and glanced at the desk as he walked inside.

wow

What a thick stack of manuscripts!

The teacher is really prolific!

I just don't know what was written?

Li Ziqi still wanted to be reserved, but Lu Zhiruo didn't have the same mind, so she rushed to the table, squatted beside her, and stared at the manuscript with her eyes blank.

"Dream of Red Mansions?