Lu Yu said without changing his face: "So, I have completed the scriptures for you, and let you get the inheritance of the sage. Now, do you want to doubt me instead?"
In a word, everyone around was embarrassed when he said it.
They also accepted Lu Yu's favor before and got an unimaginable adventure.
But now, he doubted Lu Yu instead.
The white-haired Confucian said in a deep voice: "Everything is guaranteed by the old man. The old man believes that since he can comprehend the classics of literary sages, he will definitely not be such a despicable villain."
Li Xiang was furious: "Teacher, you are confused. People like him must have been trained. It is difficult to tell the truth from the appearance. You must not be fooled by such a villain." Lie!"
"I also support the teacher, this junior should not be those assassins." Song Anqi also stood up.
"I promise too!"
"Count me in as well. If something happens in the future, just let the people in the torture hall take me!"
One by one Confucian scholars all came out and shouted loudly.
Seeing so many people coming out, Li Xiang's face turned red with anger: "You, can't you all be unable to tell right from wrong? Am I thinking of the Academy?"
The black dog drooped his eyes, and glanced at Li Xiang with disdain: "Okay, isn't it just that the inheritance of the sage of the sage is not your share? Just say it if you are jealous, alas. The inheritance of the sage of the sage is not a rare thing, as for .¡±
What!
Only then did everyone suddenly realize.
"Senior brother Li Xiang, it turns out that you have not obtained the inheritance of the sage."
"By the way, I remembered that Senior Brother Li Xiang didn't even bother with this Junior Brother's comprehension before, so he didn't step forward."
The people here were all immersed in the enlightenment of Wen Sheng just now, and did not notice at all that Li Xiang did not accept the inheritance.
Seeing that Li Xiang was so excited at this moment, everyone immediately guessed the reason.
It turned out that it was because of jealousy.
In an instant, the expressions of many Confucian scholars looking at Li Xiang changed from awe to contempt and disdain.
It is true that literati look down on each other, but if you do this, you will lose the face of Confucianism.
"Nonsense, you bastard, this is not the place for you."
When his inner thoughts were exposed, Li Xiang suddenly became angry from embarrassment.
Creak!
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open.
When everyone saw the people who came out of Guanchaoju, they all saluted and said: "I have seen the dean."
What appeared in front of my eyes was a beautiful woman. She was wearing a light blue palace dress and walked out slowly.
She is the dean of Bailu Academy, Lu Wenxin!
Lu Wenxin glanced at the crowd, and asked, "I was inside before, and I sensed a wave in the mighty river. What's going on?"
The white-haired Confucian hurried up to greet him, and said with a smile, "Dean, happy event, happy event!"
He quickly explained to Lu Wenxin what happened just now.
Lu Wenxin's eyes lit up when he heard that someone had summoned Wensheng Xuying, and also sent down the inheritance.
"This little friend is the one who summoned the phantom of the literary saint." The white-haired scholar stepped aside and introduced Lu Yu to Lu Wenxin with a smile.
After seeing Lu Yu, Lu Wenxin's body suddenly trembled.
Her eyes changed from shock to ecstasy.
Lu Yu also had a smile on his face, and was about to speak, but at this moment, Li Xiang suddenly rushed in front of Lu Wenxin.
"Dean, be careful, this son may have other plans, you must be vigilant, and don't be attacked by this son." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com