Xiao Bai was still unwilling to accept that he would have another junior brother who was similar to Wen Qing's interests, which would make him feel troubled in the future.

"There are so many geniuses in the world. Even if Yang Zheng really has some talent, you should figure out his life experience and character, and then make a decision. Isn't it too hasty to send "Chengxiang Pian" so early?"

Xunzi smiled and opened his eyes, not disgusted with the second disciple's honest personality.

"You hate scheming and scheming, and you are straightforward. No one dares to anger you, not because you are invincible, but because you are protected by a teacher. If I am like you, I am straightforward and act according to my likes and dislikes, we should leave."

Xiao Bai was slightly stunned, with a simple mind and did not understand the profound meaning of the words.

Xunzi sat up and wiped his face with a wet towel, "Yang Zheng made great contributions to the change of Ranyun Mountain. Logically, the king should have given him a lot of rewards. But he was ill in bed and didn't care about these things, so I had to reward the little guy on his behalf."

As he said, his eyes turned outside the house, his eyes as deep as the abyss.

"On the day when the farmer's assassination, as a saint, I didn't take action to save the prince, so I had to give an explanation to the king. He was suspicious by nature and would definitely be suspicious. I would like to accept Yang Zheng as my disciple, so I should just take it as a way to express my feelings..."

Yang Zheng turned the tide and destroyed the assassination plan that the peasant family was determined to win. He was regarded as a thorn in his side by the old party of Jiang, and he would get rid of it quickly. If Xunzi really colluded with the old party, he would definitely not take the initiative to accept Yang Zheng.

After all, everyone knows that Xun Sheng easily refused to accept disciples, and for this reason he has refuted the face of countless people. So far, there are only two people under him, and it is impossible for him to really take the enemy as his disciples.

What he said shows his mind is this.

Once the King of Qi is too suspicious and the Academy cannot tolerate the three masters and apprentices, they will really have to leave.

Xiao Bai finally understood and frowned and said, "Maybe you were worried too much. Even if you are a saint, you will have times when you are sleepy and don't notice any changes for a while. Isn't this human nature?"

Xunzi shook his head and said to himself, not everyone is as simple as you.

"Don't worry, I know a little bit about Yang Zheng's background. Xiaoqing once said that he is the grandson-in-law of Jimo Tian Dan, and can control the true fire of Samadhi. I can still believe Tian Dan's vision."

Obviously, after Wen Qing returned, he reported the situation of Luanyun Mountain in detail to him, especially Yang Zheng's amazing performance.

Xiao Bai became more and more unhappy. It turned out that this matter was instigated by Wen Qing.

"Teacher, I need to remind you that this matter involves the competition for the priests of the academy. If you rashly accept disciples and put the bet on Yang Zheng, can you really expect him to help you re-election?"

The academy brings together various schools of thought, but it is not a one-man show of one. As the head of the academy, the priest has always been competed by leaders of various schools and taken turns, rather than taking responsibility for the rest of their lives.

In order to avoid harming the harmony, the competition for the position of priests is not to let all powerful people fight, but once every ten years, the new people recruited by the winter test will compete for the next year. Whichever priest is good and surpasses the heroes, their leaders will serve as priests.

Twenty years ago, Xunzi accepted Wen Qing as his disciple. Wen Qing lived up to his teacher's kindness and stood out in the newcomer competition. He was invincible and helped the teacher win the rank of priest.

Ten years ago, Xunzi accepted Xiao Bai as his disciple. Xiao Bai lived up to his teacher's kindness, and stood out in the newcomer competition, looking down on hundreds of schools and helping the teacher go smoothly.

Ten years later, it was the critical year for competing for sacrificial sacrificial wine. As a Confucian saint, Xunzi had to accept disciples carefully. Today, he made an exception and wanted to secretly observe Han Fei, but he was looking for candidates.

If Yang Zheng is accepted, unless Xunzi accepts multiple apprentices in a row, it is equivalent to letting Yang Zheng fight for him.

This bet is too casual.

When Xunzi heard this, he raised his eyebrows and suddenly had a strange look on his face. In an instant, he seemed to have become a person, and his wild and unrestrained spirit was undoubtedly revealed.

"What do you think the teacher can't afford to lose? When can the mere position of sacrificial wine be tempted to lure me into a fucking position!"

He was arrogant and unruly throughout his life and never cared about worldly praise and criticism. Whether he accepted a disciple or not, or who he accepted it as a disciple, it all depends entirely on his mood, so how could he be influenced by the position of priesthood?

He came to see Han Fei, and he took a fancy to Yang Zheng, and it was all right.

If he is disagreeing, he is willing to give up his power and give up his position.

Xiao Bai stood up and knew that the teacher was so angry that he quickly bowed and apologized, and was afraid to look up.

Xunzi ignored the beloved disciple and stood with his hands behind his back. He sensed the situation downstairs. What he thought in his mind was the words of the child asking Wen Qing to tell him.

"I'll say he will hinder my life? Old turtle, you even scare me. Do you really think that this world is your chessboard?"

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Next to the railing on the second floor, Yang Zheng held a Taishan pen in his hand and activated his true energy in his body. Under the divine thoughts, he dipped wine into ink from the jar through the air, and wrote in the air.

The real air flowed on the surface of the pen holder, emitting crystal purple light. It weighed 1,400 kilograms at this time, but was ignored by Yang Zheng. He looked focused and all his attention was focused on the wine on the tip of the pen.

As the pen tip moved smoothly, he sang loudly.

"Flying into the sky at one point, the Yellow River bends on both sides, and the eight characters are wide open!"

His pen is like a dragon and a snake, and he first wrote the word "小". Although he used the brushwork of modern Chinese characters and was not recognized by everyone, he could easily count the number of strokes, so it was not considered a violation.

These are the first five poems.

"Walking in, twisting the left and right!"

His pen tip flows freely without stopping. Just below the word "小", he first wrote the word "小" and then wrote the word "小" on each side of the left and right sides.

After writing this step alone, thirteen additional strokes were made, and a total of eighteen strokes were added.

This scene made everyone stunned.

Chunyu Qiong's review of the questions made Yang Zheng write more than ten strokes, which was already very difficult. Unexpectedly, he easily wrote as many as eighteen strokes, and each stroke was clear and complete without any loss.

Just ten paintings, I want to stump him?

It’s ridiculous to have a vision but not recognize Mount Tai!

Chunyu Qiong stared at the strange-shaped word in the air, with an extremely awkward expression, and was now slapped in the face.

He was about to say something, but at this time, Yang Zheng did not stop, waved his pen and continued to chant loudly.

"There is a long west and a long east, and there is a horse king in the middle!"

Below the strokes I just wrote, he flowed through the flowing water, and successively wrote the traditional Chinese words "Long, Horse, Long".

This step has been as many as twenty-five strokes.

His right hand was trembling slightly, his face was covered with sweat. He was obviously struggling, but he gritted his teeth and persisted, but he still refused to give up.

Even though he had already met the review requirements, he still stubbornly wrote so much, but just wanted to vent his anger in his heart so that everyone could see clearly what kind of person he was.

Even if you are the second Confucian Mr., is that amazing?

Even if there are 1,400 kilograms, so what?

Do you think this will crush me?

Want to bully me, wait for the next life!

I will let you see what a peerless genius is!

He gritted his teeth and lifted his pen, his voice began to hoarsely, sounding chilling.

"The character "heart" is at the bottom and the character "moon" is next to it, leave a hook-and-hanging candy!"

"Push the cart into Xianyang!"

After writing the last stroke, he could no longer suppress his passionate blood. The pen tip was swung along with the trend, like a broken Yangtze River, pouring thousands of miles into the railing.

At this moment, he was as powerful as a rainbow and talked endlessly.

boom!

As the tip of the pen pointed, the railing was smashed to pieces. Not only that, the pen force penetrated the wooden board and suddenly smashed a large dark hole on the stairs.

He felt relieved and fell to the ground, feeling refreshed.

Today, he wrote 56 paintings in a hurry.

Classmates are young and in their prime.

The scholar's spirit is full of vigor and courage!
Chapter completed!