"emperor?!"

As a modern person who has been poisoned by movies and TV, of course, Zhao Rong was even more surprised and unbelievable, so in shock, Zhao Rong couldn't help but blurt out: "Senior, what did you say? What's your name?"

"I call you the emperor, what's wrong?" Mr. Yanshan asked strangely.

"That emperor? That one?" Zhao Rong blurted out and asked again.

"The world is dark and yellow, and the clothes are in the clothes." Mr. Yanshan replied casually.

"I'm scared."

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself that I thought I had met the emperor. But after thinking about it again and silently pronounced the words Huang Shang, Zhao Rong once again widened his eyes and asked in disbelief: "Senior, are you really Mr. Huang Shang, the world-famous Mr. Huang?"

"I dare not be famous all over the world, I am Huang Shang."

Huang Shang replied with a smile, and was very proud of his reputation. However, it was Huang Shang's turn to be shocked. In front of thousands of military and civilians in Runzhou, Zhao Rong did not even blink his eyelids, and immediately knelt down on Huang Shang's knees without saying a word. He thrust his head down without saying a word, and said loudly: "Disciple Zhao Rong, come to his mentor!"

He was too excited and still kowtowed his head, Zhao Rong suddenly remembered something again and thought to himself: "Oh, it's too impulsive. It's just that Huang Shang is very skilled in martial arts and is the author of the Nine Yin True Sutra. But does Huang Shang in history have martial arts? Has he written the Nine Yin True Sutra?"

Regret is useless. At this time, the whole audience was already full of a big uproar. Huang Shang also widened his eyes and asked in surprise: "Young Master Zhao, what are you doing? Why do you want to give me this great gift for no reason?"

At this moment, Zhao Rong certainly understood what it means to be difficult to ride a tiger. Fortunately, Zhao Rong was very anxious and knew that the matter could not be restored, so he simply made the mistake and said loudly: "Master is above, and his disciple Zhao Rong is brave enough to ask his mentor to accept his disciple as his disciple, and teach his mentor your martial arts... Oh no, teach his mentor your moral articles, poetry and songs."

"Young Master Zhao, do you want to take me as your teacher?" Huang Shang asked in surprise.

"That's right, it's right." Zhao Rong, who was forced to make the mistake, could only continue to nod and said, "I have heard of your master's reputation for you, and I have admired you for your master's articles and poems for a long time. I have long wanted to come to my master's sect. I have been lucky enough to meet you today. I hope my master will agree to this disciple."

"This..." Huang Shang was embarrassed and said with a smile: "Young Master Zhao, why are you doing this? Even I am beyond my reach for your poetry. I also created a hard pen calligraphy. Even if I worship my disciple, I have nothing to teach you?"

"No, no, no, I am still far from my disciple." Zhao Rong quickly shook his head and said, "The disciple's knowledge is nothing more than the light of fireflies. How dare you compare with your master's bright moonlight? Please be kind to your master and must accept this disciple. Otherwise, even if the disciple kneels down here, he will never get up."

After saying that, Zhao Rong pretended to be like a teacher and paused his head to Huang Shang repeatedly, insisting on becoming a disciple with sincerity, which was beyond words.

At this time, of course, everyone present had already started talking. Some people praised Zhao Rong for being humble and studious. When they met a famous scholar, they quickly became disciples. Some people said that Huang Shang was indeed famous, and even a 'talented man' like Zhao Rong couldn't wait to take him as his teacher. Seeing this, Huang Shang was of course also felt tricky. He didn't understand why Zhao Rong asked to take him as his teacher for no reason, and he really couldn't find an excuse to shirk. In desperation, Huang Shang could only say this: "Young Master Zhao, please get up quickly and speak slowly."

"Mr., if you don't accept disciples as disciples today, you will never get up." Zhao Rong said firmly, but he had already made up his mind. That is, as long as Huang Shang refused completely, he would have to finish the matter.

Unfortunately, Huang Shang not only did not refuse flatly, but was still shaken by Zhao Rong's "strength" begging, and thought to himself: "Whether to accept this disciple? Although he doesn't know the origin of this young man, he should have an extraordinary origin, know how to respect his elders, and be able to express his eloquence. The poems he made were exquisite. Accepting this disciple would not be considered as a humiliating me. Otherwise, give him a chance?"

He gradually made up his mind and thought for a while. Huang Shang then said, "Okay, since you are so sincere in your worship as your teacher, I will give you a chance. I will give you a question. As long as you can answer it, it means we are indeed destined to be. I will accept you as a disciple today. But if you can't answer the question I asked me to answer, it means you and I will not be destined to be. Please ask Mr. Zhao to get up immediately and don't mention this matter again."

"Please ask your mentor to make a question."

Zhao Rong answered respectfully, and made up his mind, and said to himself: "Look, if the question is too difficult and I really can't answer it, then let's go back the request. If Huang Shang asked the question..."

When he was thinking about this, Zhao Rong couldn't help but secretly glance at Mi Ning in the crowd. Seeing that her pretty face was full of curiosity, she was staring at him without turning her eyes. Zhao Rong added another sentence in his heart and said in his heart: "Then let's show another story. At worst, you can really take Huang Shang as your teacher. Anyway, he is at least 60 years old, so there is nothing to be ashamed to worship such an old man as his teacher. Moreover, the Mi family obviously respects Huang Shang very much. If he worships him as his teacher, it can also increase the Mi family's impression of me, so that I can propose to her family next."

At this time, Huang Shang had already spoken and said, "Then listen well, I won't make things difficult for you. Since you are good at poetry, I will give you a topic related to poetry. Let's do this, I chant the two words, as long as you can start with these two words and immediately write a poem, and then I will accept you as a disciple today."

"Mr., what do you mean is that you read two words, let me use these two words as the first two words and immediately write a poem?" Zhao Rong asked carefully.

"That's true." Huang Shang smiled and nodded, and asked again: "How is it? Do you dare to agree to my conditions?"

When things got to this point, Zhao Rong certainly had no other choice, so he could only say respectfully: "Please ask your teacher to give the question."

"Very good." Huang Shang nodded with satisfaction, thinking that if you can do it, it proves that you are indeed talented. Then I will also add a lot of color to my face when I accept you as a disciple, but if you can't do it, then you and I will not be destined to do it. If I don't accept you as a disciple, there is nothing else to say.

Nodding, Huang Shang looked around casually again, and saw the famous Jinshan in Zhenjiang next to him at first glance, and said, "Young Master Zhao, listen well, my first two words are - Shan Gao."

"The mountain is high?" Zhao Rong felt nervous at first, and then Zhao Rong was also very happy. Suddenly he remembered a relatively rare poem, and he opened his mouth and said, "The mountain is high, the road is far and the pit is deep, and the army is running around. Who dares to stand up and stand up? Only me..."

When he was still reading this, Zhao Rongcai suddenly remembered that General Peng didn’t even have a shadow now. He immediately complained and said to himself: “Oh, how do you pronounce the next four words? Only General Yue, but Yue Fei is still an unknown person now? In this era, is there another famous general?”

"Why don't you read it?" Huang Shang asked with a smile: "The beginning and the middle are good, it depends on the end. What's the only one?"

"Only I..., only I..." Zhao Rong felt more and more distressed, and suddenly remembered someone, and suddenly exclaimed in his heart: "Yes, why did I forget him? In terms of record, that guy's current record can be considered as a straightforward move. In terms of official positions, Huang Shang must be far inferior to him. If he invites him out, Huang Shang will definitely not dare to say that it is bad?"

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong did not hesitate anymore, immediately raised his head and looked at Huang Shang and said loudly: "The mountains are high, the road is far, the pit is deep, and the army is running, who dares to stand up and stand up? Only my Tong Dawei!"

Huang Shang's smile froze on his face. Looking at Zhao Rong's expression was very strange. Zhao Rong was also shocked by Huang Shang's eyes, for fear that this would violate Huang Shang's taboo. But it was fine. After looking at Zhao Rong for a long time, Huang Shang suddenly said, "Young Master Zhao, how do you know that I have a good relationship with Tong Guan and Tong Taiwei?"

"Huh——." Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a wry smile: "Report to my teacher, I don't know. The disciple only admires Taiwei Tong's outstanding achievements in Xixia, so he casually invited him out and used him in his disciple's poems."

"Ha." Huang Shang chuckled and said, "It seems that I am indeed related to you. You not only answered the questions I asked, but also praised my friend Tong Daofu. This time I stepped down from Yuezhou and returned to Beijing. In front of Dolf, there are poems to show off."

"Master, so, have you accepted my disciple?" Zhao Rong heard Huang Shang's implicit voice.

Huang Shang smiled and said, "I have never accepted disciples before. You are my first disciple and should also be my closed disciple. You must remember that filial piety is the first priority, and all evil is the first priority. Never lose my face. Otherwise, I can take you as a disciple and drive you out of the master."

"I really accepted it."

Zhao Rong smiled bitterly in his heart. He never expected that he would become a disciple without thinking about his brain. He actually asked Huang Shang to take him as a disciple. However, he had already said that Zhao Rong had no way to return Huang Shang, the master. He could only quickly give Huang Shang a great gift and said in his heart: "Forget it, just become a disciple. Anyway, there will be no less meat. Maybe in the future, as mentioned in the truth novel, when Huang Shang suppressed Fang La's uprising, he really wrote the Nine Yin Scriptures, and then I would make a lot of money."

At the same time, among the crowd, the little loli in red who was the first to tempt Zhao Rong to read Man Jianghong was also complaining to her brother, saying, "Brother, have you heard it? The poems written by Mr. Zhao are called poems. Who dares to be a sword? Only my Taiwei Tong! Can you learn more military skills in the future? In the future, people will praise you like this. Who dares to be a sword? Only I, General Liang!"
Chapter completed!