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Chapter 147 The Master's Appearance
Lu Chen has been studying in the mountains for 40 years, and has never heard of the titles of these books.

At this moment, his eyes were full of doubts. For the first time, he felt that he couldn't see through a person at all, just when his heart was full of doubts.

Ning Lang took the initiative to smile and said: "No one in the world has read these books except me. Seniors don't need to think too much. What I'm about to say is the truth."

As expected, Lu Chen didn't think about it any further. He said, "What's the difference between the books you read and the books I have here?"

"There are similarities and differences."

"Can you elaborate?"

"The similarity lies in the fact that the books are all the principles and articles summarized by the predecessors, and the difference lies in the different concepts."

"Then do you remember the articles in those books you read?"

Ning Lang sighed: "It's been too many years, I can't remember clearly, but it's not a problem to recite a few classics."

"Please enlighten me."

Ning Lang quickly waved his hand and said: "From the book, it should not be taught."

"Okay." Lu Chen said so, but he didn't think so in his heart. Although there are many books in this world that he hasn't read, if the title of the book is mentioned, he must have heard it, like what language Ning Lang mentioned? He has never even heard of politics, history or anything like that.

Since he hadn't heard of it, it should be Ning Lang's nonsense. If he could really recite a few articles that he hadn't heard, it should be written by himself.

Ning Lang looked out the door and saw the lotus pond in the front yard. He said eloquently: "Flowers of plants and trees on land and water are so lovely. Tao Yuanming only loves chrysanthemums, but the world loves peonies very much. Yu Du loves lotuses that come out of the mud and die." It is not dyed, clean and clear but not demonic, straight in the middle and straight in the outside, not spreading or branching, fragrant far away and clear, pavilions and clean plants, can be seen from a distance but not played with. I call it a chrysanthemum, the hermit of flowers; peony, Flowers are rich and noble; lotus, flowers are gentlemen. Hey! The love of chrysanthemums is rarely heard of by Empress Tao. Who is the same as the love of lotus? The love of peonies is suitable for everyone!"

Lu Chen's hand hovered in the air, he endured the excitement in his heart, and asked, "Who is Tao Yuanming?"

"An ancestor."

"Are there any other articles?"

"I don't remember many articles, but I recite a lot of poems backwards."

"Poetry is fine too."

It was raining continuously outside, and the books next door were loud and loud. Ning Lang also had a good mood at the moment. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth to come:
"The moonlight is bright in front of the bed, it is suspected to be frost on the ground, raise your head to look at the bright moon, and lower your head to think about your hometown."

"Red beans are born in the South, and spring comes to send a few branches. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick."

"I don't feel dawn when I sleep in spring, I hear birds singing everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers fall."

"The slender clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man travels secretly. Once the golden wind and the jade dew meet, they will win, but there are countless people in the world..."

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the wine to the blue sky. I don't know the palace in the sky, what year it is. I want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold on the heights. Dance to find out the shadows. How is it like being in the world..."

"Hey, the danger is high! The road to Shu is as difficult as going to the blue sky!..."

"The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the ape is mourning, the sand is clear and the white birds are flying back. The boundless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling..."

"..."

He recited seventeen or eighteen poems that must be memorized in one breath, and he still integrated his emotions into the last one, Climbing High, with an extremely deep tone.

"Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick."

"It's hard and bitter to hate the frosty temples, and the new wine glass stops when you're down and out."

"Bang!"

The teacup in Lu Chen's hand fell to the ground, and the tea spilled all over the floor. Just as he was about to get up, there was a sudden commotion in the school next door. A scholar ran over in three steps at a time, and said with a horrified expression: "Mr. The Master has manifested himself."

"What?!" Lu Chen walked quickly to the school next door, watching the master in the portrait slowly disappear, Lu Chen hurriedly led a group of Jingchun Academy students to bow to each other.

Ning Lang followed, and he was dumbfounded as he watched the portraits in the painting gradually disappear.

How is this going?

How could the people in the painting disappear?

Lu Chen looked up and saw that it had turned into a blank painting. He walked quickly to Ning Lang, pulled Ning Lang excitedly and said, "The heavens are lucky, the heavens are lucky."

Ning Lang quickly took a step back and said, "You...what do you mean, don't touch porcelain."

"Don't be humble, the poems you recited just now were written by you."

"fart."

Ning Lang hurriedly explained: "I said it all from the book."

"Which book?"

"Didn't I tell you?"

Lu Chen smiled and said, "Then go and get those books and show me."

"I...I..." Ning Lang couldn't argue. He couldn't say anything about Lu Chen, so he could only say: "I have already said that I am not interested in reading and listening to the truth. Seniors don't need to keep me. Anyway, when the rain stops, I will leave."

"I won't keep you, I can't teach you anything if you are here."

Ning Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly said in his heart: Then why did you hold me just now and refused to let go?
"But please treat the scholars better in the future."

"Be nicer to scholars?" Ning Lang was very puzzled.

Lu Chen didn't explain, he just nodded with a smile.

Ning Lang only felt that the clouds were in the fog, and scholars were always speaking so vaguely, pretending to be profound?

But he didn't continue to ask. Seeing that all the scholars in the school were looking at him, he retreated directly, and stood at the door with Gan Tang, waiting for the rain to stop.

In the room, Lu Chen held a pen and paper, and said to the lotus figure on the table: "You read, I write, and I will let you go after writing."

The little lotus figure asked in surprise: "Really?"

"Scholars speak the most reasonable words."

"Okay." The lotus villain jumped up from the table. He just recalled it briefly, and then imitated Ning Lang's tone, retelling the articles and poems that Ning Lang had just recited, and Lu Chen wrote quickly.

The world is so big that there are no surprises.

Ning Lang looked back and got used to it.

The rain gradually stopped, Ning Lang turned around and said, "Senior, let's go."

Lu Chen got up and cupped his hands towards Ning Langchang: "My lord, go slowly, please remember what I said."

"Okay, I'll remember."

Lu Chen pointed to the little lotus figure on the table and said, "Let him follow you."

"But he's your thing."

The lotus figure flitted onto Ning Lang's shoulders, his cheeks puffed up, and he said angrily, "I'm nothing!"

Lu Chen said with a smile: "Jingchun Academy, as long as you are a scholar, you can come and go whenever you want, and you never force yourself."

"Thank you very much then."

Bringing an ancient elf with such a good memory, maybe it can help in the future.

The lotus villain sat cross-legged on Ning Lang's shoulders, Ning Lang led Gan Tang, and the two left in the air. Lu Chen watched their backs gradually disappear, showing a smile like a spring breeze.

Lu Chen walked into the school slowly, and said to a group of students: "Tomorrow, I will go to the capital as a teacher, and you will study in the academy by yourself."

"May I ask what you are going to do in the capital?"

"Talk about 'rituals'."

Immediately, someone was puzzled and said: "The current emperor is arrogant, extravagant, and disregarding the government. In the flood of Yingchuan the year before last, [-] people died in the flood, and in the earthquake in Hedong last year, another [-] people were displaced. There are monsters, demons, and evil spirits in the world, disturbing the people's livelihood, this kind of court, why should you go to this muddy water?"

"There must be someone who is a scholar."

A group of scholars sighed again and again, and the young man at the head said with a melancholy face: "It would be great if you could master the dragon-slaying technique, but you can only practice the dragon-supporting technique."

The technique of slaying dragons restricts the power of the emperor and makes the world a country instead of a family.

The technique of supporting the dragon stabilizes the imperial power and assists the virtuous emperor in governing the country.

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