Mo Qi's pupils contracted slightly.

Is it a finger pinch?

It's really a finger-pinching right?

At that time, I remembered that after the Huaigong pinched his fingers, a light seemed to flash in his eyes, but Mo Qi only realized the existence of the immortal cultivator at that time, and the immortal cultivator was obviously not interested in this poem and song, and Mo Qi didn't think much about it.

Besides, the cultivator is arrogant. As for the fact that he has traveled thousands of miles to find him because he just wrote a poem?

So Mo Qi didn't think about this at all.

But Mo Qi is not the original Xiaobai Mo Qi. After seeing the scene of the big guys' calculations, Mo Qi remembered that at that time, the Huai Gong pinched his fingers and directly calculated them.

Yes, calculation!

At that time, this Huaigong actually calculated again.

Huaigong frowned and pinched his fingers, but naturally he could not calculate any information.

But he kept calculating but still couldn't figure it out.

Mo Qi, who was fifteen years old at the time, raised his eyebrows and mocked the Huaigong.

"What, are you Confucians good at fortune-telling?"

At that time, no one paid attention to Mo Qi, and all the old men were looking at Huaigong nervously.

Huai Gong pinched his fingers again, but he still got nothing.

He looked at Mo Qi with a shock.

"Is "Song of Justice" really written by Wen Tianxiang?" Huaigong confirmed it again.

"That's right!" Mo Qi raised his head and said with great certainty.

Huai Gong's face was gloomy and sunny.

"Why would you like to ask me, the white jade capital in the sky, the fifth floor and the twelve cities, the immortals caress my head, and they will be able to live forever. Who wrote this poem?"

Mo Qi wanted to show his saints, but his mouth was not under his control.

"Written by Li Bai!"

Li Bai...

Huaigong quickly began to pinch his fingers.

However, the result still disappointed him but was shocked.

"Who wrote the Thousand Characters Text?"

"Zhou Xingsi!"

Pick your fingers and count!

"Who did "The Legend of the Warriors"?"

"It's still Li Bai!"

Pick your fingers and count!

"Who is Li Bai?"

"Li Bai, whose courtesy name is Taibai, was named Qinglian Jushi, and also named Xianren. He was a great romantic poet of the Tang Dynasty and was later called the Immortal of Poetry."

Pick your fingers and count!

Nothing to find...

Huai Gong was shocked, he was deeply shocked.

Then he began to memorize all the poems and articles written by Mo Qi and ask the names of these people.

Mo Qi felt surprisingly calm and said to Huaigong and others without any confusion.

Unfortunately, no matter how they calculate, they can't calculate the traces that anyone has left.

So, there can only be one final result!

That is, all the poems and articles were written by Mo Qi alone, and there was no Wen Tianxiang at all, Li Bai, and Du Fu and Zhou Xingsi...

The old men looked at Mo Qi with their eyes glowing, and their eyes were as if they wanted to eat Mo Qi.

Mo Qi felt a little panicked.

"Huai Gong, this son has a very good poem. I have achieved enlightenment through poetry. If this son joins my disciple, under my guidance, he will definitely become the number one Confucian scholar. It is not impossible for the reappearance of the Confucian sage."

"You're fart!"

"This poem "Thousand Characters" shocked the world. Others don't understand it. Could it be that you don't understand it? I am the way of education. If this word follows me, all over the world will be learned by my Confucianism!"

"Your damn is just a big fool. This person should learn from me, and what do you compare with "Song of Righteousness"?"

"Lin Lu, you shameless guy, I can educate all the people in the world. What can you show off when you are righteous?"

"You are a maid!"

"The Zhou thief has his neck and horses and cows, and his clothes are covered with dogs and pigs!"

"Show yourself by drowning!"

"I am really not happy about my mother, is your mother's death?"

cough……

The young Mo Qi looked at a group of old men, blushing on the face, and his fingers were so eager to poke the face and curse people here.

After quarreling here for a long time, Mo Qi was an eye-opener. Cultural quarrels were so exciting.

In the end, Huaigong power turned the tide, with the loudest voice, and suppressed all the voices fiercely, making a group of old men blush and thick necks.

"Mo Qi, right?"

Huai Gong, who almost lifted the roof of the room, asked with a gentle smile on his face.

Mo Qi blinked and nodded.

"I see that you are quick-witted and have the character of a literati. I wonder if you are willing to join Confucianism. I personally accept you as your disciple?"

“Woo woo woo woo…”

The group of old men behind them had wide eyes and kept making whimpering sounds.

Mo Qi looked at the group of strange old men and his brows slowly frowned.

Confucianism?

Isn’t Confucianism just an official? The ultimate goal of Confucianism is to keep its name in history, and you can ignore everything else.

The second is to be an official, one person is less than ten thousand people.

Finally, it is to teach and educate people and educate children.

However, I don’t like these three types very much!

Mo Qi was interested in leaving a name for his name in history, so he left something behind. If other people traveled to this world in the future, he would be considered a time travel predecessor.

It’s just that being an official or a teacher is not very interested in it. These two items are actually more like survival.

Moreover, he prefers to cultivate immortals rather than being an official.

So Mo Qi shook his head and refused.

"Sorry, all the old men, I don't have much interest in joining Confucianism." Mo Qi shook his head and refused directly.

Isn’t it good to make a fortune in this wilderness every day and make a fortune?

If you have to go out to be an official, if you don’t join other parties, you can’t be promoted, and you will be easily cleaned if you join.

It was too dangerous, especially when I was an official in ancient times.

Mo Qi's firm rejection instantly made the old man stunned.

Huaigong looked at Mo Qi in disbelief.

"We, Confucianism, are particularly powerful..." Huai Gong emphasized in his speech.

"I won't join, then." Mo Qi shook his head.

He didn't say that he wanted to cultivate immortality because this was the easiest thing to happen.

"I am the leader of Confucianism today and the most knowledgeable person in the world. If you want to be a teacher, you are not able to line up to Penglai Island from here. Don't you want to?" Huai Gong's eyes widened.

Mo Qi naturally shook his head stubbornly.

Next, for Mo Qi, it was completely just not listening or chanting the scriptures.

I love anyone, anyway, I won’t study or become an official.

A group of old men almost kidnapped Mo Qi directly.

A group of bandits almost started to fuck with this group of old men.

In the end, Confucianism forced the sage son to Mo Qi's head, and Mo Qi was too tired to be able to do anything, and in the end he could only reluctantly become the sage son.
To be continued...