Chapter 146: The Academy Is Close to the World

Being ridiculed by Gong Yangyong, Zhuge Wenyu smiled and said, "This is not a private school. Let's see how he can smooth things over."

Looking at a group of indignant students from Yunlu Academy surrounding Huang Feng, and Zhuge Wenyu's indifferent look, Gong Yangyong snorted, "How to smooth things over? Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you old bones don't take action, these two people are enough to tear down your Yunlu Academy."

Zhuge Wenyu was slightly moved: "Are you serious?"

Gong Yangyong pointed to the scroll that sealed the big monster and laughed, "These two people forced him to forcibly unlock the two layers of sin patterns."

"Two layers?" Zhuge Wenyu was really shocked.

Gong Yangyong snorted, "What do you mean, I would lie to you?"

"Hehe, I think Yunlu Academy is still a reasonable place." Zhuge Wenyu said.

"Haha."

The two talked and looked at the scene in the painting again.

In the pavilion halfway up the mountain, a group of people surrounding Huang Feng were asking him to apologize for his previous remarks.

"Don't insult the sage of literature!"

"Dean Zhuge is a scholar, how can you, an uneducated person, slander him!"

"Your Highness Changning, this is Yunlu Academy, is your follower too rude and unreasonable?"

Others are fine, but Huang Feng couldn't stand this sentence, and angrily said: "Follower? Do I look like a follower? You must apologize to me!"

The sudden reversal of momentum made a group of scholars from Yunlu Academy a little confused.

Seeing Huang Feng trying to roll up his sleeves, these people all took a step back: "Do you still want to fight in Yunlu Academy?"

Now it was Huang Feng's turn to be stunned. He turned around and asked Li Motang: "Is this really one of the twelve immortal gates?"

"The academy is indeed not known for its cultivation and combat power, but it is not weak either." Li Motang said, reminding him, "Don't forget the purpose of our trip."

"I didn't forget it."

Someone heard this and snorted: "That's right, don't think that you can be domineering just because you have a high level of cultivation. We are not powerless."

"Let me see it?" Huang Feng looked sincere.

Someone in the crowd suddenly said: "The saint said, there will be bird shit falling on your head!"

Huang Feng heard the voice and felt the crisis. He quickly stepped aside and saw a bird shit "pop" on the ground.

"Saint said? Which saint is so mean!" Huang Feng said angrily, secretly relieved in his heart.

It seems that the words of Xianmen Academy are not yet at the level of the law of cause and effect. It may also be that the person who speaks is not yet at a high enough level of cultivation?

"Forget it, don't fight, let's just have a quarrel." Huang Feng thought to himself. If a fight really breaks out, there will be old silver coins among this group of people who keep saying "two inches shorter" and "three centimeters thinner", and the iron pestle will become a needle.

Forget it, unless it is absolutely necessary, it is better not to offend these scholars too much.

Huang Feng immediately changed his strategy from stimulating the chat method to conquering the chat method: "Forget it, quarreling and fighting is boring, so as to avoid being accused of bullying you.

Isn't the purpose of most of you studying to cultivate the noble spirit in your heart and pass on poetry and prose for generations and immortalize it through the ages?

Then let's compare poetry and prose. The loser will eat and drink... Forget it, the loser will wash his head upside down, how about it?"

If it were to compare other things, this group of people might have to think carefully, but when it comes to poetry and prose, they would never show their fear and agreed immediately.

Yu Zirun was about to speak but stopped talking when he saw Huang Feng winking at him.

After all, Huang Feng's two poems last night, especially the line "The ancients did not see the moon of today, but the moon of today once shone on the ancients", were exquisite and made him progress in his cultivation, which could be regarded as a favor to him.

Moreover, the poetry talent of these classmates and brothers could not be greatly improved by his reminders.

From his standpoint, he naturally did not want the two sides to quarrel. If they really had to compare, he would still stand on the side of Yunlu Academy in his heart, hoping that his brothers and sisters could have a good competition with Huang Feng.

"How do we compare poetry?" Someone asked Huang Feng aggressively.

"I won't bully you. I'll write a poem. If any of you can write better than me, even if you win, how about that?"

Huang Feng said this because he didn't want to cause any trouble and make them ask questions to each other. What if the other party asked a question that he didn't have in stock? It would be better to be direct and beat them to death with a poem, and by the way, let the people who were peeping at the top of the peak see it. Do you think I don't know you're peeping?

"What do you think? You're not scared, are you?" Huang Feng asked.

The provocation method worked as always. These scholars agreed without even discussing it, and reminded: "Don't write some nonsense poems and cheat when the time comes."

"No." Huang Feng smiled, "Then I'll write it?"

"You can do it!" The scholars didn't care much.

Beside Li Motang, Xiao Nuan and Li Yixuan gently pulled her sleeves from the left and right, and asked curiously: "Mr. Huang can also write poems?"

Li Motang was also a little surprised: "How do I know."

"You don't know?" Xiao Nuan and Li Yixuan said in unison.

Seeing the looks in their eyes, as if it was strange that they didn't know, Li Motang reached out and pinched their cheeks: "Why should I have to know? Just listen quietly."

At the top of the mountain, Zhuge Wenyu and Gongyang Yong were also waiting with interest, wanting to see if Huang Feng was just being clever or had real talent.

Huang Feng naturally wouldn't just recite casually, so he pretended to do it, and came to the sea of ​​clouds at the Banshan Pavilion. He stepped out, stepped on the sea of ​​clouds, and walked forward, then he recited aloud.

"Immortals and Buddhas are both not yet accomplished, I only know that I am alone and unhappy at night.

The wind blows away all the sad songs, and the mud brings me a name of being unlucky.

Nine out of ten people deserve to be looked down upon, and scholars are useless.

Don't let the poems become a prophecy, the spring birds and autumn insects make their own sounds."

One sentence at a time, seven steps to a poem.

Banshan Pavilion, the disdain on the faces of the scholars of Yunlu Academy disappeared.

Huang Feng stood on the sea of ​​clouds, looked back and said: "This poem is not for you, but for those scholars who have no spiritual roots, have studied hard for many years, and want to realize their ambitions but cannot.

The same sentence 'A scholar is useless' is helpless for them, but for you, yes, I am scolding you.

You have spiritual roots, and you can read the noble spirit in your heart. You can obviously do a lot for the people, and you don't worry about your ambitions being difficult to realize, but you only know how to talk and leave your name for eternity.

I am sure that in the end, you will not be able to walk the immortal path, become a saint, and may not be as good as those scholars who have no spiritual roots but lofty ambitions.

The Xianmen Academy is different from other sects. The cultivators of other immortal sects may abandon the world and walk the heavenly way alone, but the academy is most inseparable from the world!"

This voice was deafening.

The noble spirit in the chest of the scholar on the pavilion halfway up the mountain suddenly surged, and even on many peaks, there was green air rising and falling.

At the top of the mountain, Zhuge Wenyu slowly stood up: "Academy is inseparable from the human world. Such a simple truth is difficult to understand.

Nangong Xiu's view of "studying and benefiting the world" was consistent with this, but she failed to completely tear off the outer layer of "immortal gate" of Yunlu Academy and pierce the truth so sharply in front of them."

Everyone was moved.

Huang Feng had slipped back from the sea of ​​clouds without knowing when, and whispered in Li Motang's ear: "I'm done pretending, should we leave quickly before they come to their senses?"