Compared with Mr. Lu Ming's sequel to the sequel to Jinghao, this sequel has been vaguely higher than that of Mr. Lu Ming. [((

Mr. Lu Ming's face changed drastically.

At this time, after breathing a long sigh, Wang Hua recited the last sentence: "The Master said: Why is it so ugly!"

Rumble.

Mr. Lu Ming collapsed to the ground as if struck by lightning.

It was actually Ziyue, it was actually Ziyue.

He has been studying the Huofang Ming for so many years, but he never expected that he could finish it like this.

The second half of the sentence only describes a simple and elegant relaxed mood, but the last sentence says it is extremely shocking.

Confucius said, "What a terrible thing?"

The so-called "I have a good virtue, the so-called "I am in a humble room, and the so-called "God of Confucians" is not exactly what Confucius advocated? A gentleman should be content with poverty and enjoy the way, and he can hear the way in the morning and die in the evening. A gentleman is virtuous, and a villain is rich and noble, and he is like a cloud of unrighteousness. A man is determined by the way, but is ashamed of being abusive and disgusted as a food and food. It is not enough to discuss it with him.

Everyone was silent.

This silence seemed to be a revelation, and I suddenly realized that the so-called memory of the humble room was essentially the truth of the saint. Of course, the saint had never said this, but when I opened the Analects of Confucius, I was not all about the vain and the lines.

The final summary is a stroke of magic. It has suddenly begun to rise infinitely, from a peak like a fairy, a name that has a dragon, and a spirit that has a virtue that is not only good, but also the whole text is directly above the sky.

What a terrible thing?

One sentence points out the theme of the previous text, which is as thunderous as the ears. The short and concise word Ziyue in the previous sentence is even more domineering.

Wang Hua smiled, and the expression on his face was worthy of entertainment. He carefully put away Ye Chunqiu's article and then returned to the shed.

As a middle-aged man and also a referee, Wang Hua did not say anything more. The sequel was read out, and there was no need to judge, and the verdict was made.

After quiet, cheers broke out in the crowd. This cheer was so strong that it was much stronger than the previous praise of Mr. Minglu.

Previously, everyone thought that Mr. Minglu's sequel was considered top-notch, but now, this comparison shows that Mr. Lu Ming's efforts over the years are simply ****.

Mr. Minglu was silent. He barely stood, his lips trembled, and he was ten years older. His fairy-like appearance had long disappeared, leaving only a look of confusion.

How is this possible...

He thought he was already in sight of victory, and he thought this would definitely be a force to beat Ye Chunqiu, but he could not think of any consequences.

Ye Chunqiu stepped forward, bowed deeply to Mr. Lu Ming, and said, "I'll ask my teacher for advice."

Mr. Minglu had a cold war and wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

Even though he was eight feet thick in appearance, he would not dare to admit defeat.

He raised his eyes and looked at Ye Chunqiu with a smile on his face. His heart was filled with sadness. His generation of famous scholars are also famous in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but...

He thought about it and said dryly, "Oh, Ye Jieyuan is indeed a talented person, and it is admirable. It's very good, very good."

A compliment is worthless. At this point, he had to deliberately confuse his previous bet. How could the dignified Mr. Lu Ming enter the door of a young man? If he said this, wouldn't it be a joke?

So he never mentioned the bet and praised Ye Chunqiu lightly.

Ye Chunqiu felt funny in his heart. This guy actually wanted to deny it. Well, did he really think he was lying? Ye Chunqiu smiled and said, "Sir, I'm sorry, I don't dare to take it." Ye Chunqiu was just polite, but his eyes were still looking at Mr. Minglu.

Mr. Minglu was a little annoyed. At this time, he just wanted to be powerful and said, "Oh, it's not too early, it's hot, so I'm afraid I can't stand it. I'd better leave as soon as possible. I still have something to do, so I'll say goodbye."

He wanted to apply oil to his feet in shame, so he wanted to say goodbye to Wang Hua and others in the shed. Unexpectedly, someone in the crowd suddenly questioned: "Why are you in a hurry to leave? Didn't you say you want to become a disciple?"

A stone stirred up a thousand layers of waves. At first, everyone was immersed in the inscriptions of the humble room. Suddenly thinking of this, they looked at Mr. Minglu.

Mr. Lu Ming didn't care, but he ignored him with shamelessness. He just gave a wink at a nearby student. However, this student was so arrogant that he dared not let go and did not dare to stand up for him.

Mr. Minglu couldn't help but be angry, but saw Wang Hua suddenly stand up and said, "Sir is a great man. Why don't he be willing to practice the bet? It's a bet fight and he also invited me to be a middle-aged man. Isn't he going to break his word and be fat?"

Mr. Minglu was very annoyed, but he had no choice but to go back in disappointment. Facing Ye Chunqiu, he couldn't say anything for a long time.

Ye Chunqiu looked at him with a smile, thinking to himself that he probably felt that he was thin-skinned and refused to accept his teacher's courtesy. But Ye Chunqiu did not make a sound, but just looked at him with a faint look.

Everyone cheered: "I'd like to accept the loss of the bet, please give me a disciple's gift."

Some people also reacted: "It was just the teacher who asked questions, but he had already taken the lead. But now he is not convinced? Why are he so anxious to be so slow and slow, and I am so anxious."

Mr. Minglu was shocked and angry, but he was still unable to speak. Finally, he fell to the ground unwillingly. When he knelt down, his heart trembled. He was a famous scholar in Zhejiang, but today he was notorious and could no longer raise his head to be a human being.

But when he was kneeling, Ye Chunqiu was on the side of his body.

This surprised everyone.

But when Ye Chunqiu smiled, he said, "Sir, you are so kind, so you don't have to do this teacher's courtesy. What kind of virtue can a young student be? How can you accept Mr. as a disciple? It's just a game, so why should you take it seriously?"

Mr. Minglu suddenly blushed. Although Ye Chunqiu spoke beautifully, the implication was that you were not worthy of being my disciple.

At this moment, he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it, but Ye Chunqiu was too lazy to pay attention to him. Instead, he walked to Wang Hua, respectfully and solemnly bowed down, saying, "Students have met their mentor."

For Ye Chunqiu, this is the biggest gain today.

In the past, Ye Chunqiu did have the intention of hitting Wang Hua's pills, and wanted Wang Hua to teach him running script. However, at that time, he did not expect to become a serious disciple of Wang Hua, but he just hoped to learn something from Wang Hua. After all, he was a dignified young master, the emperor's teacher, and the Minister of Personnel. Any respected position was an existence that Ye Chunqiu could not reach. Of course... the reason why Ye Chunqiu was convinced and willing to become a disciple was because of Wang Hua's character.
Chapter completed!