The morning light was just beginning to dew, and the Linxiantai was already crowded, and everyone was waiting anxiously, and all kinds of whispers had already spread: "Mr. Minglu has arrived. He is a great scholar in Hangzhou. He has been studying for decades and has been full of students all over the world. Look, he came so early, but Ye Chunqiu came late and had no respect for Mr. Minglu. Ye Chunqiu is the crazy student in Zhejiang. At a young age, he dared to provoke Mr. Minglu."

"I have read Ye Chunqiu's poems. Poetry is excellent, but poetry emphasizes talent. However, Mr. Minglu has been studying hard for decades. How could Ye Chunqiu compare to?"

As everyone was talking, they saw someone climbing up the steps and slowly climbing to Linxiantai. Some of them recognized him and shouted, "Ye Chunqiu is here."

But when Ye Chunqiu was alone, his father Ye Jing was the company. The two of them walked side by side, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Compared with Mr. Lu Ming's huge momentum just now, Ye Chunqiu seemed to be powerless, and even made people feel like an egg hitting a stone.

But Ye Chunqiu didn't mind. He wore a lumber scarf and a newly cut Confucian shirt, which made him look even more elegant than before. The cloth shoes under his feet stepped up on the stone steps, and he was not panting and staring at him. Until he came on stage, a burst of ridicule came from the crowd: "Oh, that guy who overestimates himself is here."

"Tsk tsk, bring his dad here"

Ye Chunqiu looked at the source of the sound and knew that those who were ridiculed loudly were probably disciples of Mr. Minglu, and there were many students all over the world. This was because of this benefit. If you were not allowed to speak for yourself, there would be countless disciples and grandchildren who made a contribution to you. This is something that Ye Chunqiu could not reach.

At this time, one hand grabbed Ye Chunqiu's palm, and a warm feeling came to Ye Chunqiu's body. Ye Chunqiu raised his eyes, but Ye Jing smiled at him calmly. Ye Chunqiu understood that Ye Jing was secretly telling himself not to be confused by the gossip of these people.

Ye Chunqiu smiled and put on the side of Linxiantai. Many bamboo sheds were built, and some of them were still empty. It must be that some of the special seats of the big guys, Mr. Minglu, had already been in the shed with a few close disciples. Although he looked ugly, he was a wide-sized dress today. He did not wear a scarf on his head, but had a unique bun. He sat here with a calm and calm expression. He actually had a great demeanor, which made people look admiring from a distance.

Ye Chunqiu walked to his shed, bowed a long time, and said, "I didn't expect that the sir has come early, and the young student is late, so I'll forgive me for your sins."

The courtesy cannot be abandoned. In public, it is even more impossible to be arrogant and domineering, after all, Ye Chunqiu has no tiger body.

Everyone held their breath, all of them depended on the reactions of both sides.

Ye Chunqiu's long bow made the ridicule sound lighter, and he was misled by Mr. Minglu's disciples just now, thinking that Ye Chunqiu was just a crazy person. Moreover, although the time for the literary fight was set at 3 o'clock and it was still early, Mr. Minglu came here to wait early, which gave people the impression of Ye Chunqiu's contempt, but he didn't know that this was planned by Mr. Minglu.

Ye Chunqiu stepped forward to pay tribute, which finally offset some of the impact, and everyone was waiting for Mr. Minglu's reaction.

Then Mr. Minglu in the shed smiled and came out of the shed with a fairy-like style. He held Ye Chunqiu's hand and said cheerfully: "Chunqiu, I'm waiting for you to come. I've long been looking forward to asking you for advice."

A famous scholar of a generation has reached the age of having a tall hair, but he said he would ask a young man for advice, which made people feel that Mr. Minglu has extraordinary demeanor. Several of his disciples mingled in the crowd and shouted loudly. Everyone was moved and shouted.

But in this noisy time, Mr. Minglu looked at Ye Chunqiu with a smile on his face, with a relaxed corner of his mouth, but he whispered to Ye Chunqiu: "If you accept defeat now, I will leave some room for you. Otherwise, once you tear your face, don't blame me."

Ye Chunqiu looked at him with a smile, but also said in a low voice: "Sir, just let the horse come over."

Mr. Minglu's old face looked a little stiff.

Then he whispered loudly: "Wangbutang and all the adults watching the battle are still in the future. Spring and Autumn, why not go to the awning to rest first and calm down. Oh, I have brought some tea, so I might as well try it in the spring and Autumn."

Ye Chunqiu said: "Mr. Xie is kind."

So he found a pergola with Ye Jing and sat down. Sure enough, someone came to pour tea. Ye Chunqiu sat still, but Ye Jing took a sip and confirmed that there was no problem. Ye Chunqiu took a sip of the tea and waited patiently.

Because of the anxiety of waiting, many people seemed impatient. Ye Chunqiu was calm, but leaning against the shed here, most of Mr. Minglu's disciples gathered. These people laughed: "Ye Chunqiu is really overestimating his abilities, but he doesn't know what kind of person Mr. Minglu is."

"Mr. I am a kind person and should not have faced the challenge. After all, I am a young boy. But this son is really shameless and I have to ask for a gentleman to fight. If I were a gentleman, I would be famous all over the south of the Yangtze River, how could I look down on a stinky boy who was still not dry?"

It was a big deal at first glance. Your sister is not at all capable. Ye Chunqiu was about to spit out a sip of tea. He knew in his heart that this was Mr. Minglu's psychological warfare, so he let his disciples use such despicable means to disrupt his mind.

This kind of method has been seen in later generations. Before it begins, use the water army to kill you. If Ye Chunqiu is really a pure and kind boy, he is afraid he will not be able to withstand this pressure. If he has a bad temper, he may even look for those who rely on theory. But they are using an objective and neutral third-party identity. If you are a theory, and if you say too much or too many mistakes, it will become a joke.

Ye Chunqiu was drinking tea slowly and thinking in his heart that Mr. Minglu’s people were indeed a bit cheaper, but the tea was quite delicious.

Mr. Minglu's shed is opposite Ye Chunqiu. Mr. Minglu has a calm face, but he has been observing the opponent opposite him. Seeing Ye Chunqiu just drinking tea, he couldn't help laughing. I'm afraid this kid can't stand it anymore. Haha, after all, he is a young man. Cheng Mu and Zhang Tang only need to clamor there for a few times and must mess with his heart.

Before he could be proud, he looked at Ye Chunqiu suddenly as he picked up the teacup and raised it in the direction of him. What does this mean? He was to offer tea to himself? After a closer look, it seemed that this guy had a slight smile on his face, and the gaze he cast was full of smiles.

No, he was so calm? Or was he pretending?

Mr. Minglu was a little confused and couldn't help but curse in his heart: "The brat is bluffing, wait and see, I will definitely defeat you today."
Chapter completed!