Qin Shi: I, Senior Brother Guigu!

Chapter 39 Confucianism, Xunzi, Han Fei
When the voice fell, Wang Zuo's expression moved slightly. Although the voice sounded without fireworks, it contained a strange rhythm invisibly, as if it could directly lead to the depths of people's hearts.

Based on this alone, it can be judged that the cultivation level of the person who spoke is absolutely extraordinary, at least not comparable to his own.

At this time, Fu Nian said: "Uncle Xun has an invitation, brother Wang will come with me."

As he spoke, he slowly pushed open the courtyard door and led the way.

And Wang Zuo also nodded, and then led the way into the courtyard together.

Stepping into the courtyard, one can see that the place is extraordinarily quiet, with almost no extra decorations, the only embellishments are the green grass on the ground and a few flowers and trees that can be seen everywhere.

Looking up, I saw an exquisite and elegant bamboo building. The pavilions and pavilions are all made of green bamboo, which seems to be completely isolated from the hustle and bustle of the outside world, and has a natural charm of Taoism.

On an open space in front of the bamboo building, two old men were seen sitting on both sides of a table with a chessboard placed on it.

Wang Zuo glanced over and sized him up curiously.

These two old men seemed to be past seventy years of age, with white beards and hair, high crowns on their heads, and loose blue Confucian robes. They were obviously seniors with high morals in Confucianism.

I saw Fu Nian stepped forward, bowed respectfully and said: "Disciple pays homage to Master, Uncle Xun."

The old man on the left smiled slightly and said, "Fu Nian's cultivation has improved."

Fu Nian clapped his hands and replied: "Master uncle is absurd, the disciple's qualifications are dull, so I have to study hard."

The former smiled and said, "Fu Nian's humble and respectful temperament is really carved out of the same mold as your senior brother when you were young."

The other old man's expression didn't change when he heard the words, and his face was still serious. With a slight movement of his fingers, the chess piece jumped onto the chessboard as if it had come to life.

Then he said: "The six arts of Confucianism are headed by etiquette, and they should be the most important."

At this time, Wang Zuo also came over, cupped his hands and said: "Wang Zuo, a member of Guigumen, has met the two seniors."

As a traveler, after seeing the face of the old man on the left, he immediately recognized that it was the well-known Confucian and Taoist master Xun Fuzi.

It should be this person who just asked him to come in.

As for the other person, although I don't have much impression, I can guess that it is most likely Le Zhengzi, who is at the helm of Confucianism today.

After the words were finished, the two great Confucian scholars turned around to look at him. Xunzi showed a gentle smile, stroked his beard and said, "I heard that Guigu Daoist has accepted a senior disciple with excellent qualifications, and seeing him today is really extraordinary. "

The moment the other party spoke, Wang Zuo felt as if a strange force swept over him, as if everything inside and out had been seen through.

Wei Wei couldn't help feeling in his heart, for the person in front of him, he only had one evaluation, and that was unfathomable.

Since he came to this world, besides Guiguzi, this was the second person who made him feel this way.

Even if it is nameless, I'm afraid it can't be compared.

At this time, Le Zhengzi also glanced at him, his eyes flickered slightly and said: "It's really rare to have such a strong cultivation base at such a young age."

While talking, he turned around and looked at Fu Nian at the side, with a slightly cold expression on his face, he said, "Why are you still standing here, have you finished your homework today?"

Fu Nian heard the words, thought that the other party wanted to examine him, and then replied: "Today's homework has been completed."

Unexpectedly, Le Zhengzi said angrily, "Then make tomorrow's as well."

Hearing this, Fu Nian was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only respectfully respond.

Seeing this scene, Wang Zuo couldn't help but smile slightly. The attitude of this Confucian master is exactly the same as that of some parents in later generations when they saw other people's children.

At first, I was in a good mood when I saw my child get [-] points in the exam, but when I saw other children can get [-] points in the exam, my mood changed immediately.

Unfortunately, he became the benchmark.

After answering, Fu Nian bid farewell, but just as he was about to walk out of the courtyard, a figure rushed into the door and bumped into him.

"Ouch!"

Wang Zuo heard the sound and looked around, only to see a young man with a handsome face and regular features, about the same age as Fu Nian, also wearing Confucian costumes.

It's just that this person was wet all over, his wide sleeves were rolled up to the crook of his arms, his clothes were disheveled and his posture was wanton, without the respect of a Confucian disciple.

The most exaggerated thing was that this man was holding a huge grass carp in his hands, and a burst of fishy smell spread out.

Fu Nian took a look at him, frowned and said, "Junior Brother Han, why is this so?"

Hearing this, the young man smiled a little embarrassedly, and said, "I just came back from the river, and I specially caught a big fish to honor my master."

As he spoke, he raised the lively fish in his hand as a gesture.

"Junior brother, no..."

Fu Nian just wanted to stretch out his hand to grab him, but he missed it, and the other party ran in.

The boy rushed directly into the courtyard, and shouted with a smile: "Master, master, take a look..."

However, before he could finish his sentence, his footsteps stopped.

Especially when he saw Le Zhengzi, the expression on his face was frozen, he blinked his eyes, and said coldly: "Zhang, master master, you are here too..."

At the same time, the big fish in his hand also wriggled and broke free from the former's restraints, and even flopped a few times after falling to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Wang Zuo suppressed a very unkind smile. The somewhat stupid guy in front of him was none other than Han Fei, the Ninth Prince of Korea.

It has been a year since I studied under Master Xun.

At this moment, Le Zhengzi's face was slightly cold, and he scolded sharply: "As a Confucian disciple, it's not proper to dress disheveled and yell!"

Among so many Confucian disciples, this person was the one he couldn't get used to the most, because he didn't have the kind of humility that belonged to Confucian students in his heart, and he also liked to make troubles.

Even if he is a little more honest occasionally, he is just acting on the scene, and his heart is too detached.

To be honest, if it wasn't for Master Xun's protection, he would have thrown this guy out long ago.

Han Fei hurriedly straightened his clothes, knelt down on the ground, put on a serious face, and complained wildly in his heart.

"Shouldn't the uncle be in the Palace of the Seven Kings at this time, why did he come back so soon?
This is the person he fears the most in the entire Confucian school, and every time he sees him, he has to take a detour, but this time he ran into the muzzle of a gun, which is really miserable..."

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