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The pupils in Mo Qi¡¯s eyes shrank slightly.
Is it pinching your fingers?
It¡¯s really pinching, right?
At that time, I remembered that after Huaigong pinched his fingers, there seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes, but Mo Qi only knew about the existence of the immortal cultivator at that time, and the immortal cultivator was obviously not interested in these poems and songs, so Mo Qi didn't think much about it.
¡°Besides, the cultivators of immortality are aloof. As for why they come all the way to find themselves just because they compose a poem?
So Mo Qi didn¡¯t think about it at all.
But the current Mo Qi is not the original novice Mo Qi. After seeing the big bosses making calculations, Mo Qi finally remembered that Huaigong pinched his fingers and made a direct calculation.
Yes, I guess!
At that time, Huaigong actually made another calculation.
Duke Huai frowned and pinched his fingers. Naturally, he could not deduce 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 Huaigong.
"Why, you Confucians are still good at fortune-telling, aren't you?"
At that time, no one paid any attention to Mo Qi, and all the old men were looking at Duke Huaig nervously.
Duke Huaig pinched his fingers again, but found nothing.
He looked at Mo Qi with shock.
""Song of Righteousness" was really written by Wen Tianxiang?" Huaigong confirmed it again.
"That's right!" Mo Qi raised his head and said with great certainty.
Duke Huai¡¯s face looked uncertain.
"I dare to ask my little friend, the white jade capital in the sky, the twelve cities on the fifth floor, the immortal caressing my head, tying my hair and receiving immortality. Who wrote this poem?"
Mo Qi wanted to show off his holiness, but he couldn't control his words.
"Written by Li Bai!"
Li Bai
Huaigong quickly started to pinch his fingers.
However, the result still left him disappointed but shocked.
"Who wrote "The Thousand Character Essay"?"
"Zhou Xingsi!"
??Pinch your fingers and count!
"Who wrote "Xia Ke Xing"?"
"It's still Li Bai!"
??Pinch your fingers and count!
"Who is Li Bai?"
"Li Bai, also known as Taibai, also known as Qinglian Jushi, also known as the Immortal, was a great romantic poet in the Tang Dynasty and was called the Immortal of Poetry by later generations."
??Pinch your fingers and count!
Found nothing
Duke Huai was shocked, deeply shocked.
Then he began to recite all the poems and articles written by Mo Qi one by one, and asked these people for their names.
Mo Qi felt surprisingly calm and spoke to Huaigong and others without any confusion.
"It's a pity that no matter how they calculate, they can't calculate the traces left by any person.
So, there can only be one final result!
That is, all the poems and articles were written by one person, Mo Qi. There is no such thing as Wen Tianxiang, Li Bai, Du Fu, Zhou Xingsi
The old men looked at Mo Qi with shining eyes, as if they wanted to eat Mo Qi.
Mo Qidu felt flustered.
"Huai Gong, this son's poems are very good. I myself became a Taoist through poetry. If this son becomes my disciple and under my guidance, he will definitely become the number one Confucian in my school. It is not impossible for a Confucian sage to appear again." .¡±
"You fart!"
"This son's "Thousand-Character Essay" shocked the world. Others don't understand it. Maybe you still don't understand it. I am the way of education. If this word follows me, everyone in the world will learn from my Confucianism!"
"You're such a sissy that you fart. This person should learn from my awe-inspiring righteousness. How can you compare it with "Song of Righteousness"?"
"Lin Lu, you are such a shameless guy. My way of enlightenment can educate people all over the world. What is there to say about your awe-inspiring righteousness?"
"My mother is my maid!"
"The thieves in Zhou wear horses and oxen in their lapels, and dogs and pigs in their clothes!"
¡°Illuminate myself by drowning!¡±
"I sincerely hope that my mother will not please you. Your mother is looking for death!"
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
The young Mo Qi looked at a group of old men who were blushing and wanted to poke their faces with their fingers and curse them.
We have been arguing here for a long time. It is an eye-opener for Mo Qi. The quarrel between cultures,??It's so exciting.
In the end, it was Huaigong who turned the tide. He had the loudest voice and suppressed all the voices fiercely, making a group of old men blush and have thick necks.
"Don't give up, right?"
Duke Huaigong asked with a gentle smile on his face as he almost blew off the roof with his voice.
Mo Qi blinked his eyes and nodded.
"I think you have a quick mind and a scholar's character. I wonder if you are willing to join Confucianism and I will personally accept you as a disciple?"
¡°Woo woo woo¡¡±
The eyes of a group of old men behind them widened and they kept whimpering.
Mo Qi looked at these strange old men and his brows slowly wrinkled.
Confucianism?
"Confucianism is not just about being an official. The ultimate goal of Confucianism is to leave a name in history. Everything else can be ignored.
The next step is to be an official, one person is inferior to ten thousand people.
The last thing is to teach and educate people and educate young children.
However, I don¡¯t like these three types very much!
Mo Qi is somewhat interested in leaving a name in history, leaving something behind. If someone else travels to this world in the future, he can be regarded as a senior who has traveled through time.
"It's just that I don't have much interest in being an official or teaching. These two are actually more like survival.
And he prefers to cultivate immortality rather than be an official.
So Mo Qi just shook his head and refused.
"Sorry, gentlemen, I'm not very interested in joining Confucianism." Mo Qi shook his head and refused directly.
???????????????????????Don¡¯t it feel good to make a fortune in this wild mountain by teasing green butterflies every day?
If you have to go out to be an official, if you don't join other political parties, you won't be able to get promoted. If you join, you will be easily purged.
It was too dangerous, especially to be an official in ancient times.
Mo Qi¡¯s firm refusal immediately stunned the old man.
Duke Huaig looked at Mo Qi in disbelief.
"We, the Confucians, are particularly powerful" Huaigong said with emphasis.
"Then I won't join." Mo Qi still shook his head.
He didn¡¯t say that he wanted to cultivate immortality, because it was a step-by-step approach that was most likely to cause trouble.
"I, I am the leader of Confucianism today and the most knowledgeable person in the world. Those who want to be my disciple will not be able to get to Penglai Island from here. Are you unwilling?" Huaigong's eyes widened.
Mo Qi naturally shook his head stubbornly.
????????????? Next, for Mo Qi, it was just a matter of not listening or not listening, and the bastard chanting sutras.
"Whoever I love, I don't want to study or be an official."
A group of old men almost wanted to kidnap Mo Qi away.
A group of bandits almost started fighting with these old men.
In the end, Confucianism forced the Holy Son to be placed on Mo Qi's head. Mo Qi was also beaten to the point of having no choice but to reluctantly become the Holy Son.
But the premise is that you are not allowed to force him, he can come out whenever he wants.
Moreover, his name was also changed to Anonymous instead of using the name Mo Qi. Otherwise, Mo Qi would worry that he was too famous and that too many women would come to him, and he would be unable to extricate himself and eventually become a professional. The talent of insight.
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A group of old men had no good solution, so they just chose to leave unfortunately.
Since then, he has become the Holy Son of Confucianism. In addition, the establishment of Gujin Pavilion was also because of the help of Confucianism, which allowed him to quickly establish a foothold in the Kyushu.
A gust of cold wind blew by.
Mo Qi came back to his senses at this time.
"What's the matter, young master?" Cuidie didn't know why. Although the two of them had a tacit understanding, Cuidie was not a roundworm in Mo Qi's belly.
¡°It¡¯s okay, I¡¯m just glad.¡± A smile appeared on Mo Qi¡¯s face.
"I'm glad I didn't see how powerful the Confucian old men were, otherwise I might have just left with the Confucian old men.
How else can we meet Xuan Daozi?
So this time, I made a lot of money.
When Mo Qi thought of this, the smile on his face became brighter and a token appeared in his hand.
On the front of the token, there is only one word Confucianism, but on the back there are the sun, moon, stars, and all living things.
The token of the Confucian saint.
A symbol of status that Mo Qi has never used.
At this time, he took out the token, and the panic disappeared instantly. Mo Qi fiddled with it a few times. Does this thing require blood to be recognized as its owner? Doesn¡¯t it look like a magic weapon?
¡°Forget it, now is not the time to pay attention to this thing. Let¡¯s take a look at what is happening to this wild mountain range.
Mo Qi passed through the white barrier unobstructed and glanced directly towards the mountain with his spiritual power.
I saw that in this mountain, the bandits were in full swing, various workshops were running non-stop, the children were sweating profusely while running, and the women were feeding chickens and ducks, which was quite harmonious.
The smile on Mo Qi¡¯s face became even happier. These were all his people. Being able to see his people living so happily made Mo Qi feel quite good.
Hey, what are Wolong, Phoenix, and the others doing? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)Next, does this thing require a drop of blood to identify its owner? Doesn¡¯t it look like a magic weapon?
¡°Forget it, now is not the time to pay attention to this thing. Let¡¯s take a look at what is happening to this wild mountain range.
Mo Qi passed through the white barrier unobstructed and glanced directly towards the mountain with his spiritual power.
I saw that in this mountain, the bandits were in full swing, various workshops were running non-stop, the children were sweating profusely while running, and the women were feeding chickens and ducks, which was quite harmonious.
The smile on Mo Qi¡¯s face became even happier. These were all his people. Being able to see his people living so happily made Mo Qi feel quite good.
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