Chapter 145 I Am the only One Who Can Bully Her

At the top of the peak, two people sat in the pavilion, drinking tea and playing chess.

One of them looked about forty years old, with black eyebrows and hair. Except for some fishtails at the corners of his eyes, he looked like a young man.

This person was Zhuge Wenyu, the dean of Yunlu Academy.

The old man opposite him was Gongyang Yong, the lord of Yunzhong City, who had met Huang Feng once.

Although it was called a chess game, Gongyang Yong's chess skills were really poor. Seeing that he had lost another game, he shook his head and smiled: "You and I are sitting together. If others see it, they will definitely think that we are father and son playing chess."

Zhuge Wenyu looked up and glanced at him: "Don't take advantage of me just because you lost the game."

"Who told you that you are a thousand years old, but you always look like this." Gongyang Yong said, "I didn't come here to play chess with you, but to ask you to help me with this painting and write a poem. You are a great literary saint. You have been thinking about it for a day, but you still haven't thought of it?"

"No!" Zhuge Wenyu glanced at the painting hanging in the pavilion, and he was justified.

At this time, a magpie flew into the pavilion, put a handwritten letter on the table, and then flapped its wings and left.

Zhuge Wenyu picked it up and looked at it: "Huh?"

"What's wrong?" Gong Yangyong asked.

Zhuge Wenyu said: "One of my students has returned from his travels. With him are the two princesses Changning and Anyang of Daxia. I wonder what he wants to talk to me about."

"When I came here, I met this Princess Changning once." Gong Yangyong said, unfolding another painting.

The giant snake in the painting is much quieter than before, but its eyes are still fierce and sharp, as if it is accumulating strength and ready to break out of the scroll at any time.

"The blood of the Great Wilderness Demon King." Zhuge Wenyu saw through the origin of the big demon at a glance and was a little surprised. "It has a sin mark on its body. It was exiled here that year. You met it recently?"

"Well, have you noticed that the power of many ancient demons has gradually revived recently." Gong Yangyong's face became much more serious.

"I wonder if there is any change in the demon king clan dormant in the depths of the Great Wilderness." Zhuge Wenyu didn't want to think too much.

Gong Yangyong laughed and said, "Shouldn't scholars know everything about the world while sitting in their huts?"

"Who are you mocking?" Zhuge Wenyu said angrily. Realizing that he had gone too far, he asked again, "Did you save Princess Changning from this monster?"

"Yes."

"It makes Daxia owe you a favor."

Gong Yangyong laughed and said, "I don't care whether Daxia owes me a favor, but I must remember the favor of Princess Changning and the young man with her."

Zhuge Wenyu was puzzled: "Young man?"

"No matter what people ask you to do, I suggest you agree." Gong Yangyong smiled and touched his short beard.

"You are playing a riddle with me." Zhuge Wenyu laughed.

"You won't let anyone come up?"

"They should be in the Banshan Pavilion now." Zhuge Wenyu suddenly said with interest, "I know that Princess Changning is the most outstanding genius among the young generation of sword cultivators in the world, but in Yunlu Academy, she may not be able to stop the verbal battles of my students."

"If you are curious, just take a look." Gong Yangyong said, unfolding a blank scroll, and the scene of Banshan Pavilion appeared on the scroll instantly, which looked similar to Huang Feng's "Aerial Photography Technique".

In the Banshan Pavilion, Huang Feng came to Li Motang's side, facing so many proud people, raised his hand, raised his thumb to the side, pointed at Li Motang, and snorted: "That's enough, I am the only one who can bully her!"

Li Motang: "???"

Li Yixuan and Xiaonuan suddenly opened their eyes wide, twinkling little stars: "Wow!"

Being with Yu Zirun made Huang Feng think that a place like the academy was definitely not a place to show off.

But when he really saw these people in front of him, he understood why Li Motang said he brought him here because he needed his mouth.

Aloof, arrogant, self-righteous, after possessing spiritual roots and embarking on the road to immortality, these characteristics are fully displayed in this group of outstanding scholars.

"I'll give you a few words, erudition, questioning, careful thinking, discerning, and practicing, this is the way to study and make progress. You don't even understand how to study, but you think you can rule the world?

If you really think you can, don't talk nonsense here, take the imperial examination next spring, get on the gold list, get an official position, and see if your books really read out the noble spirit in your heart and the blue sky above the heads of the people, or if you read it into a dog's stomach.

But I think you can only talk a lot. To be honest, you are really not good at talking. You should go back to recite poems and write couplets.

Oh, you are not good at reciting poems and writing couplets either. There is a saying that goes, a scholar is useless. .

Hundreds! None! One! Useful!

Huang Feng stretched out his hand and pointed at the people in front of him one by one, without considering that the coverage area was a bit large. When he saw Yu Zirun's embarrassed expression, he remembered: "Oh, nothing is absolute. You saved the people of Yunyan Town, so you are still useful."

"What about me!" Li Yixuan jumped out, put her hands on her hips, and pouted, "I am also a scholar!"

"You..." Huang Feng thought for a long time, "You are good-looking, pleasing to the eye, and standing in front of people makes people feel comfortable. You are still a little useful, unlike these people!"

"Yeah!" Li Yixuan nodded, complacent, and came back to his senses after a while, "Yeah? What do you mean?"

On the top of the mountain, Gong Yangyong laughed loudly and pointed at Zhuge Wenyu: "A scholar is useless. This kid seems to have forgotten that he needs help from others."

Zhuge Wenyu was not angry, and even sighed: "When one of my students quarreled with me, he said something similar to this, but today's words are more harsh.

In recent years, I have been thinking a lot and often let them go down the mountain to travel, just because I don't want them to focus on poetry and articles.

There is still some effect, but it's a pity that they have seen but have not put it into practice, and their arrogance has caused many unrealistic thoughts and ideas."

At this time Huang Feng then said, "I think Yunlu Academy is not good enough to teach people like you.

The so-called literary saint should not be worthy of the word 'saint', because he did not even teach you the principle of 'knowing but not doing is ignorance, and doing but not knowing can lead to knowledge'."

Gong Yangyong was very happy: "Haha, he really scolded you as well."

Zhuge Wenyu was still not angry: "I really don't deserve the word 'saint', and this is very well said."

"Then don't make things difficult for others later."

"I'm not that kind of person."

"Heh." Gong Yangyong snorted, not believing it at all.

In the Banshan Pavilion, a group of people were furious, and even Yu Zirun looked a little ugly.

Li Motang's face changed. It didn't matter if he scolded these people, but it was not good to scold even the dean.

She quickly stopped Huang Feng: "Don't talk nonsense."

Huang Feng whispered: "It's okay, this is called a stimulating chat, maybe he will admire me after hearing it!"

On the top of the mountain, Gong Yangyong couldn't help but slap the table: "Hahahaha, what do you think, do you admire this kid?

Without waiting for Zhuge Wenyu to answer, he added: "I don't know if you do, but I do!"