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The high-crowned man sitting on the paulownia desk, rubbing the knee of his left leg with his left hand, resting his right elbow on the knee of his right leg, rubbing his short bearded chin with his fingers, and looking at the map in front of him with his eyes open, a momentum that looks at the world arises spontaneously.

In an instant, the man's momentum relaxed, and he thoughtfully put down his right hand rubbing his stubble, and said sharply into the air:

"Go and see where the scholar who has been in trouble lately has settled, and come back and tell me. ”

"Yes"

No one showed up, just a deep sound in the air.

As the overlord of Jianghuai, Du Fuwei's forces firmly control this large area of Jianghuai, and he can know any trouble, not to mention the recent uproar?

There are three recognized people in the world who have good vision, and he is one of them, who defeated the Sui army together and laid down a formidable force. Everyone had to admire him, but he couldn't see through that person, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

is comparable to his own skills, and can attract the charm of the people, and in time, he can at least become a person like the three great grandmasters, and even become a grass-headed emperor. Du Fuwei knows that he is two catties, and it is okay to be a grass king, but he is not the material for the emperor. At present, Li Yuan has an army of 100,000 in Taiyuan, and Wang Shichong relies on Luoyang's wealth to look down on the Central Plains, and Li Mi ...... , has entered the critical moment of competing for the world, he is about to start to decide, but he is in a dilemma.

"Grand Steward"

was pondering, a rough voice came, and Liu Sihai came in from the door.

"What's the matter?"

He looked at his loyal subordinate and knew that something must have happened, so he asked out loud.

"Boss, the one last time, came to Liyang again. Seeing Du Fuwei asking, Liu Sihai immediately opened his mouth to report that he had met Ye Mu today, and he was a little incoherent in a hurry.

"I can't say what or that? ”

Hearing Liu Sihai's words, Du Fuwei suddenly asked in a deep voice angrily.

When Liu Sihai heard Du Fuwei's words, he looked ashamed, tried to adjust his mood, and finally eased up and spoke slowly:

"Oh, it's that Ye Mu, the one you fought with in the woods west of the city. He said he was going to visit you in the next few days. ”

Hearing this, Du Fuwei suddenly became a little interested and continued to ask Liu Sihai.

"Where is he?"

"Tongguang Inn to the south. ”

"You go down first!"

Knowing Ye Mu's whereabouts, Du Fuwei immediately sent Liu Sihai to retreat.

Tongguang Inn

The long-faced man looked at Ye Mu and Wu Ming after eating, and looked satisfied, so he slowly told Ye Mu that someone wanted to see him.

Full of tea and food, and in a good mood. Ye Mu didn't refuse directly, nor did he say that he would go immediately, and asked the long-faced man to leave the address and go back first.

Seeing that Ye Mu seemed to have an old relationship with the Jianghuai Grand Manager, now he looked at Ye Mu as if he was looking at a savior, and he was counting on Ye Mu to help them for the sake of being a disciple of Confucius and give Confucian students a chance to enter. Then dare to be lazy, and follow what Ye Mu said, go back first to find out the situation. Before leaving, he politely asked the shopkeeper to clean up the best house and come out for Ye Mu.

When he met Confucianism, Ye Mu fell into a dilemma for a while, he knew the effect of Confucianism, and if it was used well, it could reassure the people and prosper the country, and if it was not used well, it would be obsolete and mislead the country, and it was a double-edged sword. In the future, there must be a group of people who can afford the education of the common people, and there is nothing more suitable than Confucianism.

So Ye Mu didn't go to see those Confucian old people right away.

Wu Ming was beside him, holding his face with both hands, blinking his small eyes and looking at Ye Mu, who was motionless, revealing an unknown look.

After a long time, Ye Mu came back to his senses, patted Wu Ming's head, and looked at Wu Ming's body.

Since this time, the flesh on Wu Ming's body has grown.

He planned to start teaching Wu Ming the secret of immortality.

After cultivating the Golden Recipe of Longevity, the true qi is the sharpest, and if it is combined with the sword, it is even more indestructible. Therefore, Ye Mu has asked Wu Ming to practice basic swordsmanship these days to lay a foundation for the future. If Wu Ming likes swords, he will send him to Fu Cailin to learn swords, and if he doesn't like it, he will change to something else.

Wu Ming has a simple temperament and a quiet heart, which is most suitable for cultivating internal strength. After entering the room and locking the door, Ye Mu asked him to sit cross-legged and pass the immortal true qi into Wu Ming's body, guiding Wu Ming to run the meridian diagram.

After running for two or three laps, Ye Mu's true qi withdrew, and Wu Ming was already able to slowly run his body to generate that trace of true qi. He slowly cultivated by himself, and Ye Mu took care of it on the side, in case anyone disturbed him.

After Fang Ziqi was frightened by Liu Sihai and ran back, he hyped up the competition between him and Ye Mu in the city, which almost made the whole city known for a while.

In the Cuiyan Pavilion, a group of fox friends and dog friends gathered together, laughing, and talking about how to make Ye Mu ruined and how to make Fang Ziqi famous.

"It's a pity that Brother Tang is not here today. ”

"If Tang Jiang doesn't come, forget it, so will we. ”

"Don't talk about that coward, spoiler"

"Brother Fang is just waiting for the day after tomorrow to become famous, congratulations!"

On the head of Daoxing, several people called the girl to help the fun, and the room was full of ** atmosphere for a while.

In less than half a day, the news spread in Liyang City, and even outside the city.

"There's a good show to watch now. ”

"It's a pity that they're competing in the Cuiyan Pavilion, we probably won't be able to see each other!"

In an inn in the north of the city, several scholars gathered around the table and said.

"Why?"

"Now the news is here, Cuiyan Pavilion has begun to sell door stickers for watching the competition, and they have risen to at least five taels of silver a piece, and they are only sold to those famous people. Ordinary people really can't get it. ”

"How exciting can the competition between Fang Ziqi and that scholar be, as for it?"

"You don't know, the two of them are the most popular people in our literary world recently, one loses, and the other must be famous again. ”

"Everyone is rushing to see the most literary and elegant readers in our Jianghuai region at the end. ”

"Is that scholar really so evil as he said? Just read a few sentences of the article and a large group of people will follow it?"

It's hard to say, but it is said that he was forced to accept the fight. ”

......

On the side of the tea shed in the west of the city, a farmer who looked like he heard Ye Mulai talking about Ye Mulai at the next table, and couldn't help but listen carefully.

Hearing Fang Ziqi fighting with his own Ye Gongzi, his eyes suddenly became hot. I thought in my heart that I would dare to compare with Ye Gongzi with that formula. He had never seen anyone who could explain the truth in those books so that he could understand a few people who didn't know a word, Ye Gongzi was the only one who let him obey the reader, he was a god-like existence, and no one could compare.

Hearing that someone actually said that his Ye Gongzi would lose to that Fang Zi period, he immediately turned red and went up to argue.

"What kind of prescription period, how can it be compared with Ye Gongzi?"

However, he was soon blocked back by words, and the other party said that the poetry and song of the Fangzi period were unmatched. Immediately, some people mentioned that Ye Mu was worried, he didn't know if Ye Mu would write poems or songs, and he couldn't help but feel a little gloomy.