I really don't want to be a traitor

Chapter 136
hum~~~!

Buzz~~~~~~!

Along with the loud ringing of the bell, the sky gathered a vast sea of ​​Qingyun.

Qingyun shed countless cyan rays of light, as dense as rain.

All Confucian scholars were shocked.

The sound of the bell pierces the ears and refreshes the heart, and one feels the unity of man and heaven, as if enlightenment can be achieved overnight!

The rain-like green awns fell on the body, cutting the hair and washing the marrow, and the whole person looked like a new life!
"Huang Zhong Da Lu? Is this a sage teaching and transforming all living beings on behalf of the heavens?"

"Awesome Qi moves through the clouds and spreads rain? Could it be that some great scholar used his great merits to benefit the common people!?"

Countless eyes focused on Fan Li.

The handwriting he had just finished flying away from the paper, hanging high in the sky, emitting bursts of rays of light shining in all directions.

"Oh my god! I actually broke through!"

"I also broke through, Jindan Realm, I am now Jindan Realm!?"

"Heard the Tao in the morning, and die in the evening! I heard the Tao, I really heard the Tao!!!"

Mr. Yi Chuan and Fan Li, there is such a big difference in the weather between the two of them, it is like a firefly compared to a bright moon, the difference is more than a million times?
All the Confucian scholars looked at Fan Li with fervent admiration, as if he were a Confucian sage alive!
"Students, thank you teacher!"

suddenly!

With Fan Li at the center, thousands of Confucian scholars knelt down to him in unison.

This time, even without Zhu Ziyang's reminder and urging, everyone was kneeling and kowtowing to Fan Lixing three times and nine times!

Zhu Ziyang's face was pale.

The heaven and earth weather caused by Fan Li had frightened him so much that his legs became weak and he almost knelt down.

However, Haoran Qiyu seemed to be alive. Even though the entire Luming Academy was covered by rain, not a single drop fell on him.

Among the thousands of Confucian scholars present, Zhu Ziyang was the only one who did not gain any benefit at all.

The other person who didn't get any benefits was, of course, Mr. Ikawa.

"You actually regard him as your teacher?"

"Are they all crazy?"

"Don't kneel!"

"Stand up quickly! No kneeling is allowed!"

Zhu Ziyang shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to get the Confucian scholars to stop kneeling and worshiping Fan Li.

Unfortunately, thousands of Confucian scholars ignored him.

After the three kneeling and nine kowtowing ceremony was over, the Confucian scholars were still kneeling on the ground, looking at Fan Li with adoring eyes, waiting to listen to his teachings.

Fan Li doesn't have stage fright either.

What is his identity?
Duke Jin of Great Chu!

In the court hall, civil and military officials from all over the court knelt before him more than a hundred or a thousand times?
The more than 1000 young Confucian scholars kneeling in front of them was just a small scene.

"Everyone, please get up." Fan Lixu raised his right hand and said with a smile.

"Yes, I will obey my teacher's orders." Thousands of Confucian scholars replied in unison before they dared to stand up.

"You still call him a mentor!?"

Zhu Ziyang was really mad.

"This person is so young, and his cultivation is only foundation building, what qualifications does he have to be a teacher for everyone?"

As he finished speaking, he was met with contemptuous looks from countless people.

The Confucian scholar who had just broken through to the Golden Elixir Realm said with a look of boredom: "There is no limit to the sea of ​​learning, and those who have mastered it are teachers. Zhu Ziyang, don't you even understand such a simple truth?"

Another Confucian student also said: "Men also said just now that Confucianism is divided into Confucianism and cultivation. The teacher is clearly a scholar of heaven and man, and we have to worship it!"

Zhu Ziyang opened his mouth wide in surprise.

He wanted to object.

But for a long time, he couldn't say a word.

In desperation, Zhu Ziyang could only go to see Mr. Yi Chuan as if asking for help.

"teacher……"

Mr. Yi Chuan's face was livid.

He also knew that he had lost, and that he had failed miserably.

But how could he be willing to admit losing to a young man like Fan Li?

Only, start another round and turn defeat into victory!
Thinking of this, Mr. Yichuan couldn't help but blush slightly.

But he still bite the bullet and said: "Young people are lucky to lead, there is no need to be complacent. A few words can't confirm the level of knowledge of you and me."

"what?"

Fan Li was slightly taken aback when he heard the words.

What does this old man mean?
Lost, but can’t afford to lose?
What is a fluke lead?Judging from his tone, is there a second match?

The Confucian scholars onlookers were also surprised when they heard the words. They didn't expect that Mr. Yichuan, who regarded himself as a great Confucian, had a face that he couldn't afford to lose.

"So what? Do you want to compete again?" Fan Li asked with a half-smile.

"It was a small test just now, but I didn't try my best." Mr. Yi Chuan gritted his teeth and said, "Now, the competition really begins!"

"Okay! Once the teacher becomes serious, you will lose!" Zhu Ziyang clapped his hands excitedly.

Unfortunately, there were more than 1000 Confucian scholars around, but no one responded to him.

Zhu Ziyang's slaps were red, and he didn't see another person agreeing with him, so he put his hands into his sleeves in embarrassment.

"This old man is so boring, how about I cut him off with a sword?" Holy Master Hanyue suddenly whispered to Fan Li.

Originally, she asked Fan Li to come out to play, but it turned into a competition between Fan Li and this bad old man.

What a disappointment?

"Don't." Fan Li smiled wryly when he heard the words, and replied in a low voice: "I said just now that the sea is tolerant of all rivers, but if you stab someone to death with a single sword, the bad name will fall on him."

"……All right."

Holy Master Hanyue really regretted his death.

She was the one who invited Fan Li to attend the class, and she only blamed herself for not choosing a good project.

Mr. Yichuan didn't know it yet, but he had just passed through the gate of hell.

Based on the difference in cultivation between him and Han Yue, the latter could poke hundreds of holes in his body by just breaking a branch, let alone using the Frost Sword.

"young people."

Mr. Yichuan spoke, deliberately raising his voice.

"Now let's make a formal comparison."

"Qin, chess, books, paintings, what content to compare, I let you choose!"

"It also prevents the world from making jokes, saying that old men rely on the old to sell the old and bully the younger generations."

After he finished speaking, Zhu Ziyang immediately echoed loudly: "Teacher is so tolerant and well-educated!"

What the hell!

This chorus, both master and apprentice are hypocritical.

The Confucian scholars secretly despised him!
Originally, most people only hated Zhu Ziyang, but now they even despise Mr. Yi Chuan.

Confucianism, in fact, covers a wide range.

In addition to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, there are also rituals, imperialism, agriculture, commerce, engineering, mathematics, art, archery and so on.

Mr. Yi Chuan only plays violin, chess, calligraphy and painting, which are clearly his areas of expertise.

"I'll choose the piano." Fan Li replied casually.

Although the body he passed through was extremely poor in combat power, it had full marks in all subjects except for his cultivation.

If it is placed before time travel, there will definitely be a god-level student with a score of 750 in the college entrance examination!
"How dare you choose the piano?" Mr. Yi Chuan was secretly surprised. "Is it possible that this boy is extremely accomplished in the piano art?"

His face was a little ugly.

He has already lost a game just now, if he loses another game, he will have no face to earn a living in the territory of Da Chu from now on.

"Ah! What a coincidence!" Mr. Yi Chuan suddenly said: "This old man is only used to using the ancestral Nine Heavens Ring Piqin, but he is not with him today. Younger students, I'll let you choose, but choose another one for the competition?"

All the Confucians were in an uproar when they heard this.

Go back on what you say?

Is this the way a Confucian should behave?

The reputation is poor, even worse than a seven or eight-year-old child.

Zhu Ziyang also stared at his teacher dumbfounded, because he clearly remembered seeing Mr. Yi Chuan play the Jiuxiaohuan Piqin when he went to hold Mr. Yi Chuan's stinky feet a few days ago.

"You can choose." Fan Li said impatiently.

"Okay!" Mr. Yichuan blurted out, then realized that he was a little out of control and quickly added: "You still know some etiquette and know how to respect your elders. Since you voluntarily give up the choice, I will make the decision for you."

At this point, no matter how important skin is, it is not as important as winning or losing.

Mr. Yichuan thought for a while and finally made up his mind.

"Let's compete in [painting]!"

(End of this chapter)