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Chapter 641 The mountains are not high, but there are fairies and spirits!

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    ?The seventy-two students were not happy when they came to Xiaoshengxianzhuang to give lectures after hearing that Bu Feifan needed to be invited by the sage Confucius.

    In their hearts, and even in the hearts of every Confucianism cultivator, Confucius is a unique existence in all ages.

    Those who practice Taoism worship Sanqing, Taoist Patriarch Hongjun, those who practice Buddhism worship the Second Sage of the West and the World-Honored One, those who practice demons have their own demon ancestor Rahu, and those ghosts also have Empress Houtu, and the demon clan is naturally the demon ancestor.

    As for Confucianism cultivators, they worship the sage Confucius!

    Bu Feifan has a great reputation, but he has not reached the level of Confucius. The students have a reason for not being happy.

    "Confucianism is cultivating the Eight Ways. I heard that Bu Feifan has achieved the highest achievement in the Two Ways of Poetry. I don't know if it's true or not!"

    "After a while, let's try it out. The poems have passed, and there are also piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so I don't believe that he is almighty!"

    "If this Bu Feifei has earned his fame, we will throw him out of Little Sage Village no matter what!"

    "Count me in, I've seen a lot of people who try to catch fame!"

    Most of these students are Juren and Jinshi, and there are also a few Hanlin scholars. They can be said to be the seventy-two most intelligent people in the entire Confucianism. Their torture is absolutely difficult.

    "Clang!"

    The melodious bell rang, and the seventy-two students immediately sat down in their seats quietly.

    Three people walked out of the school, Yan Hui, Fu Nian, the last one was wearing a moon blue Confucian shirt, wearing a square scarf, holding a green bamboo that seemed to be disintegrated and shattered at any time.

    "Seventy-two students, today I have the honor to invite Bu Feifan to give lectures for us, everyone must cherish it!"

    Yan Hui's voice fell, the seventy-two students had already planned to embarrass Bu Feifan, so no one got up and saluted Bu Feifan, and the scene was a little awkward.

    But Bu Feifei didn't mind, and went to school on his own.

    Yan Hui and Fu Nian looked at each other, and smiled helplessly, God knows how much effort they had to invite Bu Feifan to waste, these seventy-two students didn't understand etiquette, it seems that they will have to beat and beat in the future.

    "Yan Hui, Brother Fu Nian? You two!"

    Bu Feifan was about to start his lecture, but saw that Fu Nian and Yan Hui not only didn't leave the classroom, but went straight to the back, picked two unoccupied desks and sat down, looking like good students ready to listen.

    "Today, the two of us are also students of Step Brother!"

    Yan Hui's words caused the quiet classroom to erupt into an uproar.

    "Teacher, you are the head of our Confucian five sub-sages, how can you listen to a class taught by a junior!?"

    "That's right, we can understand that you take a fancy to Bu Feifan, but there's no need to do this!"

    "A great Confucian can give lectures to Yasheng? It's ridiculous!"

    Seeing this noisy scene, Fu Nian's face was like a donkey's, and the seventy-two students on the spot obediently stopped talking.

    Yan Hui has a gentle personality, which can be compared to a beautiful jade, while Fu Nian is as strict as a pointer. The seventy-two students are most afraid of this second master's shame.

    "Feel sorry!"

    Yan Hui and Fu Nian apologized.

    "No problem!"

    Bu Feifan waved his hand, expressing that he didn't mind.

    He also went to college in his previous life, so he naturally knows what the seventy-two students think.

    "You are not convinced, I can understand!"

    "Confucius once said that when three people walk together, there must be my teacher. This is the deep meaning of humbly asking for advice, you don't understand!"

    Bu Feifan's voice hadn't finished yet, a thorn in a luxurious brocade clothes stood up, looked at Bu Feifan with a mocking look and said: "Then according to what Mr. Bu said, the poor street people walking on the street, small merchants  Hawkers can be our teachers

    ?  !  "

    This son bit the word "Bu Gongzi" very hard, and his teasing taste was strong.

    Calling Mr. Bu instead of teacher, it can be seen how much these seventy-two students look down on Bu Feifan.

    "I understand that you look down on small merchants and peddlers and ordinary people in the market!"

    Bu Feifan put his hands behind his back, his starry eyes scanned the immature and energetic faces of the seventy-two students, and said, "Then let me ask you, who of you know the twenty-four solar terms?"

    Among the seventy-two students, a few dozen raised their hands.

    "Among those who raised their hands, who knows which solar term should be used to sow those grains and vegetables, and which solar term should be harvested?"

    This time, no one raised their hands.

    "Why do Mr. Bu ask these things? We are not farmers.?!  "Jinyi student laughed sarcastically.

    "Yes, none of you are farmers, but don't forget who feeds you!"

    "As scholars, you don't even know the most basic twenty-four solar terms!"

    "You look down on farmers? If they don't grow grains and vegetables, what do you eat? Do you eat air?"

    "What happened to small businesses and hawkers? They start from scratch, support their own family, and make money dignifiedly!"

    "If you were asked to support your own family, would you be able to do it?"

    "Scholars, especially Confucianism cultivators, cultivate a righteous spirit and a heart that refuses to admit defeat!"

    "We should maintain the highest respect for all spirits, moral standards, and the starry sky above our heads, instead of thinking that if you become a student of Xiaoshengxianzhuang, you can go to heaven like you do now!"

    After finishing speaking, Bu Feifan picked up a pen and wrote a poem on the rice paper.

    "If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals. If the water is not deep, it will be spirited if there are dragons."

    While Bu Feifan was writing, Yan Hui was reading, just the first four sentences, the pupils of the Confucian five sub-sages, the first disciple of Confucius, were already more transparent than ever.

    "This is a shabby room, but I am virtuous. The moss marks are green on the steps, and the grass is green in the curtain. There are great scholars in talking and laughing, and there are no white people in communication."

    "Okay, what a chat and laugh, there are great scholars, and there are no white people in dealings!"

    Yan Hui and Fu Nian got up suddenly, their faces flushed with excitement, and they couldn't help but rushed to Bu Feifan's side.

    "You can tune the plain piano and read the golden scriptures. There is no messy ears of silk and bamboo, and no hard work of copybooks."

    "Zhuge Lu in Nanyang, Ziyun Pavilion in Xishu, Confucius said: Why is there such a thing?"

    After the word was completed, Bu Feifei wrote the name of the word in holy calligraphy.

    ""Humble Room Inscription""

    ? Above Tianxin, the Nine Dao Wen Qi is magnificent and bright like fairy light, falling mighty and mightily, ignoring the defensive pattern of Xiao Sheng Xian Zhuang, and sinking into Bu Fei Fei's body.

    "Ci Cheng, Ninth Grade is actually a Ninth Grade hymn!"

    "The first, the first nine-grade hymn, even the sage Confucius can't do it!"

    "Besides, look at his handwriting. It's sonorous and powerful, and the pen is like a snake. This is holy calligraphy. It's terrible!"

    "No wonder you need the plea of ??the sage Kong, this Bu Fei is willing to come to our little sage village, the attainment of Confucianism and Taoism is so high that we can hardly hold a candle to it!"

    Looking at the "Humble Room Inscription" on the rice paper, Yan Hui and Fu Nian rubbed their hands, beaming with joy.

    This is really a treasure!

    This poem can be regarded as a compulsory word for all Confucian students, and it expresses the arrogance of scholars to the point of vividness.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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