"So good, Yue Mou has to let them know pain!"

Yue Ye grinned, and then thought of a question: "But how do I skate it?"

"Yue Ye can rest assured that I will send someone to teach you basic taxi skills.

Chen Lao laughed and waited for Ye Yue to hang up.

Generally, he is a call for other people's calls, but as Confucius said, Huaxia is the state of etiquette.

Just like Jiang Yi has not taken the phone in the phone whether he answered Qin Lao or Chen Lao, the same is true of Chen Lao.

After Yue Ye hung up the phone, he continued to guard the villa on the bright side with the eighteenth ride, but the bottom of his heart had begun to imagine.

In the dark, Jin Yiwei is particularly vigilant whether he is to outsiders or people who have a face of Huaxia.

At the same time, the live broadcast continues.

Different from the outside of the field, Jiang Yi and the Confucian saint who are in the spring and autumn are quite harmonious.

He asked again: "What is the fun?"

The audience who are hitting the barrage also listen to ear.

Confucius replied: "Music, use more singing and thinking about singing and dancing, learning the pitch disease Xu Zhoujian to retreat to the current festival, you can exercise people's muscles and cultivate the ability of people to bear hardships, so that people will not be lazy and deprived.

Can cultivate our temperament and better control our emotions. "

"And the festival of the eight sounds of music can remove the evil and bad thoughts in our hearts, nourish the morality of benevolence in the hearts.

"But this is not covered with all ways ----"

In the face of Jiang Yi, Confucius taught: "You must remind the children of future generations, the way of success is far more than that!"

"The Analects can learn, but you must combine your contemporary situation. Remember at all times.

"If there are those who are suitable for your modern and even the future, you can learn, then use it widely. If you are not applicable, don't be blind."

"Remember, those who are born in Kongqiu are so ancient, and those who are sensitive to seeking, you must choose my good, I change it."

"Remember, keep in mind! Shi Mo because I call me a saint, but blindly!"

The eyes of Confucius are full of truth, for fear that future generations think that there is only such a way, and deserted other paths that can also make us success.

Jiang Yi said solemnly: "Dear, remember!"

"Please rest assured that your juniors will tell your words to tens of millions of future generations!"

"Master, now there are tens of thousands of people in the future, it's watching you!"

Jiang Yi looked at the old man.

Older years old, full of wrinkles, are still afraid of the bad learning of future generations.

When the saint Confucius heard tens of thousands of people, he couldn't help but stunned.

You must know that the Spring and Autumn Popular population recorded in the classics is only 10 million. This will actually tell him that there are tens of thousands of people?!

"That, how many people?"

Confucius is unbelievable.

"Master, please see!"

Jiang Yi and Master stood under the tree together. He waved his left hand, and a mirror of time and space came out. It showed the audience who was watching the show in the venue.

The perspective of time and space mirror swept through the audience of each country.

Seeing their pictures appearing in the live room, the kimchi immediately became excited: "It seems that the collection Huaxia also knows that the sage is our ancestor!"

Dozens of kimchi people holding nausea Huaxia, and announced in front of the world that Confucius' is a "their kimchi ancestor's mentality. They even stood up on the auditorium, waved the kimchi flags and jumped, and shouted loudly:"

Confucius is our kimchi! "

"Look at the saint, we are here!"

Kimchi people have a strong sense of self -substitution.

The sage of Kong was surprised: "These people look at it, why is it like Huaxia blood?"

"Master, they are kimchi of later generations. They often like to tell our ancestors of our future generations as them."

Jiang Yi looked at those kimchi -like people like a fool. It was shameless to this point. No wonder the legacy would be scolded by the official.

"oh----"

When I heard that it was not the future of Huaxia, and it was also said that it was their own.

"If I was in your time, I had to teach them what they were virtue!"

The sage of Confucius tightened the cane, and it was obviously a little hot.

Jiang Yi did not doubt that at this time, if kimchi people were in front of the master, it would really be taught by a crutch.

The more than a dozen kimchi people who stood up suddenly couldn't jump!

They look at me, I look at you, the scene is surprisingly embarrassing.

The abandoned birds next to them even looked at it: "Sit down if you have no face!"

"Shameless, this is the program of Huaxiatai. Will Confucius design it as you? Do you want to be a disgusting person and want to be crazy?!"

"How much do you want to touch Huaxia?!"

The kimchi people were on fire, and immediately said back: "Do you have learned us, what qualifications are you saying here!"

"Learn your head, you also match?!"

The waste birdman quarreled again: "At least we also admit that I have learned Huaxia!"

"But what are your kimchi people, even the vegetables of kimchi are given to you by Huaxia people. I actually said that we learned you?"

"You can't look in the mirror when you go to the toilet out of the toilet. Didn't you tell you that the mirror had to read more if you were ugly!"

"It's better to learn if you are worse than others.

The waste birdman really can't see it anymore. This is also when they are rare to the Huaxia united front.

And just then.

The mirror of time and space gave the waste bird lens again.

In their opinion, this scene is just a camera of the national station. In addition, Jiang Yi has already obtained this permissions, so it will not cause doubt inside and outside.

But no one knew that their faces at this time were real in front of the holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy!

Seeing this lens, the waste birdman instantly became respectful and polite, and even sat even more. He thought Jiang Yi was greeted by this show, and he nodded with a smile.

The sage of Confucius frowned for the first time: "This is not the future of Huaxia!"

"Why do you see?"

Jiang Yi was surprised. This time he excluded almost without hesitation, faster than denominated kimchi.

Confucius replied: "Their expression and etiquette seemed to be gentle, but they gave people a sense of hiding a sword. This feeling and deliberate differences were like it has already been engraved with its bone marrow."
Chapter completed!