Looking at the old man who looked happy to see the hunt, Qin Yufeng was completely confused.

What's going on?

Before I could officially start reciting poetry, I was ‘admitted’?

You're crazy!

Can't I just pretend to be fine?

Those onlookers were also stunned.

Although I guessed that Qin Yufeng could enter Wencai Academy, I didn't expect it to be so relaxed.

After saying two words, the other party was taken to the disciples without hesitation? How do you think about the disciples who had worked hard to enter the academy before?

At least one bowl of water is enough to serve.

The old man who asked the question was stunned, looked at the hidden smile of his companion, and glared at him in anger, "Old Xu, you are taking advantage of the situation to rob. No, I want this kid!"

"Why give it to you? I have accepted him as my disciple."

"But I'll take a fancy first."

“…”

The two old men started arguing, but they almost rolled up their sleeves and got into a fight.

This scene left everyone speechless.

Gu Huxin was also amused and crying. She had prepared some poems for Qin Yufeng, but now it seems that she is not needed at all.

You only need to use your appearance and temperament to conquer each other.

The young monk looked at Qin Yufeng's confused expression and said with a smile: "Congratulations to Brother Li, I will be my junior brother from now on."

"This is a test?"

Qin Yufeng was stunned.

Seeing the other party nodding, Qin Yufeng was furious and said angrily: "Shouldn't I be allowed to recite poems? At least I have to abide by the rules. What is the reason? I look down on others?"

The young monk smiled softly, "No need, some people often just look at him and see how good he is.

You are as elegant as jade, born with a noble temperament, and very handsome. What our academy needs is people like you. It is secondary to whether you recite poems or not. It doesn’t matter whether you recognize words or not.

As long as you look like a handsome and elegant scholar, that's fine."

Qin Yufeng: "..."

God, why do you want me to endure such painful appearance and temperament? I hate you so much! Even if you change your face, you can't hide my charm.

Please make me a little more ordinary!

...

Zhang Danqing is the chief elder of Wencai Academy.

Although he is over 60 years old, he is not as good at practicing talent, he is extremely accomplished in literary talent. He is extremely talented in painting and can be regarded as a masterpiece of gods and ghosts.

Confucian disciples pay attention to having poetry and books in their hearts, and their talents are swallowed by rivers and rivers. Anyone who has a little ink in his chest will realize that they have their own great ways.

At that time, Mr. Yuan Xing, the venerable Confucian scholar, attracted the way of heaven with a piece of paper sacrifice to heaven, and thus entered the way of immortality and became an immortal, which made countless Confucian disciples in the world worship him.

The pen is like a sword, the paper is like the heart, and the ink is like the air!

After realizing a certain level, one article can eliminate millions of heroic troops, and one picture of ink can swallow all things in the world!

This is the practice of Confucianism and Taoism!

Although Zhang Danqing is the chief elder of Wencai Academy and has many outstanding disciples under his seat, he has never been able to find a genius Confucian scholar whom he truly recognizes.

In order not to leave any regrets, I often recruit disciples, but unfortunately I didn’t meet anyone who moved him.

"Bo Le is there, but there are not many horses in a thousand miles, alas."

Zhang Danqing looked at the monks who came to sign up outside, and a trace of dullness flashed in his eyes. He picked up a stroke and prepared to write a poem to express his depression.

"Great Elder, it's not good!"

Suddenly, a disciple came hurriedly.

Zhang Danqing frowned and scolded, "What kind of morality is that I'm so busy? Didn't you see me busy?"

The disciple quickly apologized and said, "Great Elder, Mr. Xu and Mr. Yuan fight."

"What?"

Zhang Danqing was stunned, and his old face suddenly turned dark, as if it was coke, and said coldly, "Is it true?"

"It's true, the disciples can't stop it."

"Why do they fight?"

"It's to steal a disciple."

"Um?"

Hearing this, Zhang Danqing was a little confused, "In order to steal a disciple, they started fighting? Are you not kidding?"

The disciple smiled bitterly: "It's true, I dare not lie to you."

Zhang Danqing frowned.

It shouldn't be.

Although several gentlemen from Wencai Academy have been fighting for disciples, they will not be able to get a fight. After all, everyone is still very kind on weekdays.

What kind of disciples made them attack so crazy.

Zhang Danqing asked coldly: "Did that disciple show some amazing talent?"

The disciple answered truthfully, "Mr. Yuan first asked him to write a poem with the theme of "rain". So the young man wrote a poem-"

"Read it quickly!"

Zhang Danqing shouted hurriedly, and infinite hope arose in his heart.

The poem written by the two old men must be remarkable.

The disciple was a little embarrassed and said, "Good rain."

After waiting for a long time, seeing that the other party was not making a sound, Zhang Danqing frowned and asked, "Continue to recite!"

The disciple said, "Great Elder, he just said these two words."

“…”

In an instant, Zhang Danqing thought he had heard it wrong.

After pronunciating two words, the two old men could actually make the two old men quarrel. This sounds like a lot of nonsense.

"Nothing! It's just nonsense!"

Zhang Danqing's face turned pale and she swayed her sleeves and walked towards the disciple's test area.

When he arrived at the test area, he saw two old men fighting each other. Everyone onlookers were watching the fun. Zhang Danqing felt a stream of qi and blood rushing towards him, and his anger surged wildly.

"Stop it all!!"

The cold shouting sound was like the bells of the temple, which immediately calmed down the two people fighting.

Zhang Danqing said in a cold voice: "What's wrong with you two? Do you let outsiders see the jokes of our Wencai Academy?"

The two old men turned red and lowered their heads and said nothing.

Zhang Danqing looked around and his eyes suddenly fell on Qin Yufeng's body, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

For some reason, from the moment I saw Qin Yufeng, an inexplicable current flowed into his limbs and bones, numb and tender.

This feeling is like he was peeking at the daughter-in-law of the shopkeeper Wang next door when he was a child, taking a shower.

"This temperament, this appearance..."

Zhang Danqing felt his long-silent heartbeat.

At this moment, he finally understood why the two old men fought. If such an unparalleled disciple had missed it, he would regret it for life.

Although it is a bit exaggerated, it is indeed a real idea.

"I wonder what this guy's name is?"

Zhang Danqing asked politely.

The angry face just now was now kind, and I have to say that my face changed quickly.

Qin Yufeng bowed, "Student Li Dubai."

"Good name, good name."

Zhang Danqing exclaimed.

He glanced at the pen and ink on the table, and suddenly moved his heart, and said with a smile: "I wonder if you can write two words."

Writing?
To be continued...