This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 118 Classroom
Wei Wuhou really didn't expect that Lu Yuanzhi could understand the meaning of this sentence from such a strange angle.

So he froze for a while.

After reacting, looking at Lu Yuanzhi's harmless face, a burst of anger rose from his heart.

"Zhuzi! Nonsense!"

But on second thought...

Rumor has it that Daoist Venerable would avenge any grudge back then...

That being the case... it seems to make some sense.

Dayong's majestic Hou's eyes froze for a moment.

Okay.

The two incongruous people met and went together.

No one can understand Lu Yuanzhi.

After hearing Lu Yuanzhi's explanation, everyone lowered their heads and shook their shoulders.

Kukuku's suppressed laughter was uncontrollable in the school.

Even Hai Wuyang and Liu Fengnian couldn't help touching their foreheads.

Brother, why are you always talking nonsense?
Do we have to hurt each other like this?

"quiet!"

To others, Mighty Hou doesn't have a good face.

A fierce light flashed in his eyes.

A great murderous intent permeated this small school dormitory.

Who is Wei Wuhou?

More than 20 years ago, the foreign army killed in the battle of Yumenguan was defeated and blood flowed like a river.

How can this group of Qianqian students resist the majestic aura on him?
Not to mention being angry, it's just that this little death stare made everyone feel chills in their necks.

"Didn't you forget the school discipline?"

The mighty Hou's eyes were cold.

The eyes of all the students suddenly became frightened.

They all raised their heads in fear.

Looking at the school that suddenly became quiet, the mighty Hou's eyes became calm.

Looking at Lu Yuanzhi who was looking at him innocently, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said:

"Nonsense! Is Tang Daozun an ignorant and reckless man?"

Lu Yuanzhi lowered his head and said, "Yi Xing knew he was wrong."

"Humph!"

Wu Zhaoyun looked at Lu Yuanzhi.

He could see that Lu Yuanzhi definitely did it on purpose, and the reason was that he was dissatisfied with letting him sit in the first row to obey the teachings.

It really is a reckless man.

He is obviously a peerless genius of Confucianism, but he took a detour to learn from a reckless man?
I want to see how many such vulgar words are in your mind!

"Just follow what you think in your heart. I want to see how much you can distort the words of pilgrimage."

Wu Zhaoyun snorted coldly:
"Then explain with what you think in your heart, what did the Confucian sages say back then that the parents were there, and if you don't travel far, you must have a way to travel."

The old wall lamp on Lu Yuanzhi's stand insisted on looking for his own business, and he was speechless for a while.

Brother, I'm just a piece of trash, the kind who can't even learn well, you want me to explain the meaning of a saint?
He took a deep breath, cupped his hands and said, "That's my humble opinion, it's better not to make fun of me."

This is the biggest concession Lu Yuanzhi can give, old wall lamp, don't push me too far!
"Just to hear your humble opinion."

The mighty tone cannot be refused.

The corner of Lu Yuanzhi's mouth twitched slightly, Old Wall Lamp, are you playing with me?

Then don't blame me for being rude.

He clasped his fists and said, "I'm also a martial artist. If there are any words that I don't understand, please forgive me, Master."

"Ah."

Wu Zhaoyun raised his eyebrows and nodded to express his agreement.

Seeing this, Lu Yuanzhi felt confident.

Warrior?

When the student below heard it, a dazed expression appeared on his face.

No wonder you just said such vulgar words.

It turned out to be Wufu. .

That's understandable.

"Thinking about it, what the sage meant should be..."

Lu Yuanzhi pretended to ponder for a while: "Your parents are still there, you can't run away, and if you run away, there must be a way to catch you."

……

……

At this moment, all the students were in a trance.

I have learned the sage language for so many years...

It seems that it can be explained like this...

"Straight!"

Mighty Marquis can't wait to yell...

but……

Why not disgusted?

Oh, it turns out that I was in the same category as him when I was young, so it's not surprising.

A trace of anticipation actually rose in Wei Wuhou's heart.

He also wanted to hear if Lu Yuanzhi had any more weird ideas.

"Then since it's here, how about making it safe?"

The mighty Marquis' gaze was dull.

Lu Yuanzhi cupped his hands: "Since you're here, let's be buried here."

……

"Learning without thinking is perilous, thinking without learning is perilous."

Wei Wuhou didn't give Lu Yuanzhi time to think, but then said the next sentence in his mind.

Lu Yuanzhi did not disappoint him either:

"If you learn my martial arts but don't learn my thoughts, you will be lost. If you learn my thoughts but don't learn my martial arts, you will be beaten to death."

Lu Yuanzhi is also very curious, how many words of the saints in this world are similar to the Confucian saint Confucius in the previous life.

"Stand at thirty."

"Thirty people are worthy for me to stand up and fight."

"Forty is not confused."

"If there are forty people, I will rush to fight without hesitation."

"Fifty knows destiny."

"If fifty people will be beaten by me, I will think that they have met their destiny."

"Sixty ears are smooth."

"Sixty people have to say good things in my ear before I can calm down and stop beating me."

"..."

Lu Yuanzhi's words resounded in Wei Wuhou's ears one by one.

The students could no longer hold back the smiles in their hearts.

It can be heard that Lu Yuanzhi is playing tricks.

And the famous mighty Marquis is not angry yet.

So the students laughed lightly after the first one couldn't help laughing.

"Learning needs to be learned, and you will realize it when you wait."

Lu Yuan listened.

Stuck.

This sentence...

No previous life.

"I don't know."

Lu Yuanzhi bowed his hand.

"If you don't want to do it, you do it yourself."

Wei Wuhou didn't hear the disappointment in his eyes that he wanted to hear, so he continued to ask.

"I don't know."

Lu Yuanzhi continued to hand over.

Ok……

Marquis Weiwu asked a few more questions, but Lu Yuanzhi didn't answer any of them.

"You know what's wrong?"

The mighty Hou's eyes became serious.

Lu Yuanzhi clasped his hands: "This disciple disturbed the discipline of the hall, I know my mistake."

It was just a moment of anger to misinterpret the meaning of the saint just now.

"Let me tell you."

Wu Zhaoyun was not angry, he looked at Lu Yuanzhi and said indifferently: "Thousands of people have thousands of ways, not just one."

"Everyone's thoughts are different, and this needs to be settled by you."

Wu Zhaoyun looked serious.

At this time, he has already looked at all the students: "I was also a prodigal son who was like a prodigal son, and I have been doing nothing for more than [-] years. Now, isn't he also a third-rank Confucian of Dayong?"

"This Marquis hopes that you have not expressed your heart. Since Yixing has such an idea, then his thinking is suitable for being a reckless... martial artist."

"At the very least, you can understand your own heart, but what about you? I just heard that you only care about your inner jokes, so what's your epiphany?"

Mighty Hou looked at the group of students indifferently.

There was questioning in his eyes.

A group of students looked at Wei Wuhou blankly.

There are only a few with thoughtful expressions on their faces...

(End of this chapter)