As soon as the three words "Sir II" were expressed, the guests knew the identity of the man in white and bowed to him.

For a moment, the building was silent, and people on all levels and everywhere bowed their heads at the same time, facing the same person. This picture was very spectacular.

Yang Zheng was not unique and bowed down out of respect for his predecessors. He heard from Tian Tian that there were only two disciples under the throne of Xun, who were well-educated in Taoism and knowledge, and were respected by the world as a gentleman.

One Qing and Two Bai, the eldest Mr. Wen Qing had met him in Luanyun Mountain before, but he did not expect that he would meet the second Mr. Xiao Bai again on such an occasion.

"Is it because he who helped me just now? I can get to know Xunzi's two masters. It seems that I have good luck. Xiao Bai is willing to come forward to teach his disciples a lesson. This is the best way to avoid a complete quarrel between me and Confucianism."

He felt relieved. This time he entered the world and finally realized what luck and opportunity meant.

Behind Yang Zheng, Li Shu bowed his body lower and was extremely humble. No one noticed it. At this time, his face was flushed, his eyes could not stop trembling, and his emotions were extremely excited.

As soon as he came to Linzi City, he met Yi Qing and Er Bai. He was far more excited than Yang Zheng. His goal of entering the academy was always Xun Sheng. It was originally out of reach, but now the opportunity is getting closer and closer.

He knew that he had followed the right person.

His luck changed.

In the lobby on the first floor, Chunyu Qiong's eyes were also trembling, but not because of excitement, but because of fear.

Everyone knows that Xiao Bai is tough and harsh in dealing with others. He is completely different from the elegant Wen Qing. He is a very difficult person. But he just committed a crime and was under Xiao Bai's nose. Now he is in trouble.

Xiao Bai hit him with his dog legs. No matter how he looked at it, he would stand up for Yang Zheng and clean up the portal in public.

His legs became weak, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and said tremblingly: "I don't know that you are in the building, so I speak wildly and have no intention of offending you! Please give up your hands and leave me with such a weak Taoist practice!"

He could guess that Xiao Bai would deprive him of his cultivation and expel him from Confucianism and the academy.

Xiao Bai looked at him with a expressionless face, then looked at Yang Zheng, and said, "I heard about the Luanyun Mountain. You did the right thing. It was the boy of the Meng family who was seeking death. This ended here."

This sentence is equivalent to an order, warning everyone not to cause trouble for Yang Zheng again.

The Confucian scholars lowered their heads, and no one dared to answer.

Although everyone is on the surface, the Xun and Meng factions have always been incompatible. Xunzi became a saint only because of his realm. Can his disciples come forward and become the leader of the Meng family?

This is hard to say.

Yang Zheng nodded to Xiao Bai and thanked him, muttering inwardly, "I heard that his relationship with Wen Qing is very stiff and he will never interact with each other. I got very close to Wen Qing last time, so why wouldn't he be disgusted?"

As he was thinking this way, Xiao Bai looked at the young man who didn't mention the Taishan pen, "I can't even raise five hundred pounds. How did you pass the review? You lose your cultivation and get out of the academy!"

He began to deal with today's dispute.

"Chunyu Qiong, who gives you the power to represent Confucianism outside causing trouble? After I go back and find out, all parties involved will be severely punished!"

Hearing these words, Yang Zheng frowned slightly, feeling that things didn't seem simple.

"I can't even lift five hundred kilograms," what does this mean? Did Xiao Bai want to protect Chunyu Qiong and refuse to admit that this person is cheating, so he insisted that the weight of the Taishan pen is true?

It seems that things are not over yet.

Sure enough, Xiao Bai continued: "The review of the exam is divided into three items, and picking up the pen is just the first item. Since it has begun, there is no reason to give up halfway. Chunyu Qiong, you can continue to review!"

Upon hearing this, Chunyu Qiong suddenly looked up and looked up at Xiao Bai in disbelief, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

Mr. II did not stop him, but asked him to continue to review Yang Zheng. What is the situation?

Yang Zheng was also confused and did not understand Xiao Bai's intentions.

Xiao Bai ignored the reactions of the two men, turned around and walked back to the private room, and said coldly.

"Just use the pen just now."

Chunyu Qiong was stunned at first, and his expression immediately became exciting.

Mr. Second knew that Taishan's pen had some tricks, but he asked him to continue to review it. After a long time of trouble, he showed up specifically. Not only did he protect Yang Zheng, but he also helped resolve the previous deadlock and let Chunyu Qiong cheat legitimately.

This is even more interesting!

Yang Zheng looked at the elegant room, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Is it because Wen Qing wanted to accept me as his disciple that he took his anger on me? He didn't distinguish between black and white and indulged in treacherous and slanderous, and Xunzi's disciple was just like this!"

Of course he didn't say this.

The hero is not at a loss at the moment. He is not stupid enough to dare to call Xiao Bai, but in his heart, he has a very bad impression of this dick.

He snorted coldly, took out the Taishan pen in his sleeve, and said indifferently: "I have limited time, so I can use it if I have any tricks."

Even if it is 1,400 kilograms, what can I do to me? I will respond with my actions today. You are just a group of rats, and it is still far from it!

With Xiao Bai standing behind the scenes, Chunyu Qiong didn't dare to be arrogant and arrogant anymore. He just wanted to finish the investigation as soon as possible and said, "Let me ask you, have you learned the Confucian method of using spiritual thoughts to condense qi before?"

Yang Zheng shook his head.

Chunyu Qiong said: "According to the rules of the school, since you have not practiced in advance, I have to give you a simple formula to master the basic brushwork in just one stick of incense."

He took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and threw it to Yang Zheng from the air.

"Even if you lie, it doesn't matter. The key point of this test is that you must condense a word in the air with water, and its strokes are more than ten to be considered as passing the test."

After saying that, he ordered the bartender to carry a large jar of wine.

Yang Zheng could see through it at a glance, knowing that this was to check his soul power. Using divine thoughts to condense water into shape, it is not difficult to obtain the Dharma. The difficulty is to maintain it. Before the task is completed, the initial strokes will not dissipate.

If you only write the sixth stroke and the first stroke cannot be supported and will collapse first, then the word cannot be fully presented.

In other words, only if the spiritual consciousness is strong enough can all strokes be maintained, and the number of strokes is the difficulty of this review.

But for Yang Zheng, there is a greater difficulty. He must use a pen weighing 1,400 kilograms to write this ten-spoke character.

He took the mantra and quickly walked back to his private room. Time was tight, and the most important thing at the moment was to learn the calligraphy and brushwork first.

Mr. Niu sat there, knowing what had just happened, and not disturbing him. He just stared at Yang Zheng with amusingness, wanting to witness with his own eyes whether this genius boy could pass the test and shock the crowd again.

Yang Zheng stared at him. As soon as he finished reading the first two lines, a muddy voice suddenly sounded in his ears. He sounded like an old man.

"Don't hold a grudge against Xiao Bai. This is an opportunity. It depends on whether you can catch it. You have never practiced Confucian martial arts. For you, this article is too difficult to practice. Hehe, let me teach you a simple one!"

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One life, two fortunes, three Feng Shui, four accumulations of good deeds and five readings. The practice system of this story determines that luck and opportunity are two very important things.

Some readers said that the protagonists seem to be supported by luck along the way. I can understand their ideas. If I ask, is the protagonist of any book who has reached the peak by being unlucky?

Luck is a double-edged sword. If the same opportunity is placed in front of different people, if you can grasp it, it is a blessing. If you can't grasp it, it is a murderous intent.

If everyone doesn’t understand what I mean, it doesn’t matter. I will write a lot later, so let’s take it slowly.
Chapter completed!