Need for a Guard

Zeng Tong finally regained his proud glory. He avoided Shi Yue's mocking smile, turned around and said to the talented scholars with a smile, "I'm a very low-key person. I came here this time because I was entrusted by a beautiful woman to break the situation. , looking at the beautiful woman weeping, who is in my heart?"

Ma Wuchang followed behind, secretly pointing at Zeng Tong to Chen Sifan.

Zeng Tong understood, walked up to Chen Sifan with his head held high, and said with a smile: "Master Chen, you are so talented. To break this situation, you should find something out of your pocket, right?"

Chen Sifan said sadly: "This game is broad and profound, Chen is powerless, ashamed! Ashamed!"

Zeng Tong laughed loudly, and forced to ask: "Could it be that Mr. Chen is at the end of his rope?"

Poor?

As soon as this remark came out, the relaxed atmosphere suddenly fell into an awkward situation.

Ma Wuchang and other buddies laughed loudly.

Chen Sifan's complexion changed immediately, from red to white, looking into Zeng Tong's eyes, he was also full of puzzlement and anger.

To be humble, he can say that he is not knowledgeable, but since he is everyone, no one will doubt that his knowledge will be poor.

But as soon as Zeng Tong uttered the hurtful phrase "Qian donkey's skills are poor", he could already deeply understand that not only did he not take Chen Sifan seriously, but he also had an arrogant attitude to trample Chen Sifan under his feet.

Zhu Yan is Chen Sifan's proud disciple, how can the disciple be reconciled to the master being humiliated?

Zhu Yan blushed, stepped forward, faced Zeng Tong, and said angrily: "My master teaches and educates people, promotes Confucianism, and devotes himself to it. Did you just say 'the donkey is poor'?"

Zeng Shan laughed loudly, waving his folding fan at the talented scholars, and said with a smile: "The ancients said, what you know is what you know, and what you don't know is what you don't know. Although Qianlu's skills are poor, am I not telling the truth?"

"Scholars, be pragmatic, isn't there such a saying! You have self-knowledge..."

The faces of Chen Sifan and Zhu Yan's master and apprentice turned red, and they were very humiliated by being squeezed out by Zeng Tong.

Many scholars and great Confucians gathered here, and they all listened to it, which made Chen Sifan and Zhu Yan feel more depressed than ever.

Although Zhu Yan was talented, she was not good at words. She was trembling with anger from the arrogant Zeng Tong. She pointed at Zeng Tong's nose and tremblingly said: "You...you are too deceitful..."

Zeng Tong shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "I just said a truth that ordinary scholars dare not say, why did I bully others? I think it is Mr. Zhu Yan who bullied me by pointing at my nose."

"You are unreasonable." Zhu Yan clenched her teeth, turned and ignored Zeng Tong.

Zeng Tong did not intend to let Zhu Yan go, pointing to the arrangement on the high platform, he sneered and said: "It is rumored that Zhu Yan is very talented, and she is also a master student of Master Chen. If you think about it, her level is quite high. May I ask Mr. Zhu, you Can you solve this situation?"

Zhu Yan blushed and stammered, "I...I can't solve it..."

Zeng Tong waved his folding fan and laughed loudly: "It turns out that Mr. Zhu can't figure it out. It seems that under the great reputation, it's really hard to match. Mr. Zhu and Mr. Chen are a pair of mentors and apprentices, and they are both poor asses."

Chen Sifan and Zhu Yan were so angry that they almost went crazy.

But scholars pay attention to the gentleman's demeanor, and they are still standing there honestly. The cold light shot out of their eyes seems to be able to kill Zeng Tong [-] times.

After Zeng Tong finished saying this, he felt extremely relieved: I should make you, Chen Sifan, look down on me, this time I just want to severely humiliate you.

Ma Wuchang took the lead, and applauded wildly with his buddies.

Cheng Ye sighed inwardly, and secretly poked Zeng Tong's lower back, motioning him to look up and to the left. As soon as Zeng Tong raised his head, he felt a pair of sharp, hook-like eyes shooting towards him.

The owner of those eyes is none other than Zhu Yan's father - Zhu Chao!

The dozen or so old men were also staring at Zeng Tong, except for the old rascal Bai.

Although Zhu Chao is low-key and open-minded, he also loves my son:

Such a versatile son is actually slandered by Zeng Tong as a poor donkey, can that father bear it?

My son is a donkey?

Then, as I am an old man, don’t I become an old donkey?

Zhu Chao showed a rare pair of indifferent eyes, and stared at Zeng Tong: "Young master Zeng is very capable and gracious, he has become so domineering after winning the first prize of Dayan, don't let everyone go It's in my eyes..."

Cheng Ye's original intention was to remind Zeng Tong not to pretend to be too much, and to be too careful. Unexpectedly, Zeng Tong misunderstood Cheng Ye's meaning, but he didn't know what to do and made troubles against Zhu Chao.

Zeng Tong held his hands behind his back, held his head high, and said triumphantly: "The number one scholar is like floating clouds with me. Talented scholars can tell who is good or bad. Dare to ask Master Zhu, can you solve this arrangement?"

Zhu Chao stroked his beard and said with a gloomy face: "The old man is so poor that he can't solve this situation."

Zeng Tong laughed loudly: "Master Zhu is still very self-aware!"

Zeng Tong's ridicule rose, and he ran on the old man Geng beside Zhu Chao: "Master Geng, can you solve this arrangement?"

The old man Geng blushed, but did not speak.

But in his heart, he hated Zeng Tong so much: Damn arrogant guy, I just bet on you to win in vain, I am really blind.

Zeng Tong was very happy.

In the past, he won the number one scholar, and it was never as beautiful as it is today.

Zeng Tong couldn't help laughing wildly seeing these great Confucian scholars who were trampled to his feet like ants, but dared not speak out.

This is all about the power of knowledge, who made me better at chess than you?

Suddenly, an old man with white eyebrows and beard rushed out of the crowd, holding a stick, like a tiger, and threw it at Zeng Tong angrily.

"Bai Yushi?"

Zeng Tong looked at Bai Mochou, feeling terrified for no reason in his heart, and hurriedly ran away like a mouse, clutching his head.

Bai Mochou missed Zeng Tong with the stick, but just happened to hit Ma Wuchang's foot.

This was so ruthless that it made Ma Wuchang cry bitterly.

Ma Wuchang scolded: "Fuck you, who the hell are you? My father is the county magistrate of Pingyuan, a dead old man, arrest you..."

Those knowledgeable talents were stunned, and they also admired Ma Wuchang's extraordinary courage: dare to scold Bai Mochou, do you want to die?

Whoa!

Bai Mochou originally thought of hurting the innocent and humiliating the gentlemen, but now when she heard Ma Wuchang's words, her teeth itch with anger.

He picked up the stick and smashed it straight at Ma Wuchang's Tianling Gai.

Bang!

With a stick down, Ma Wuchang's forehead bleeds, and he passed out stiffly.

Bai Mochou didn't even bother to look at Ma Wuchang - let alone Ma Wuchang passed out, even if he really died, Bai Mochou would just treat it as an ant.

Holding the stick, he rushed to chase Zeng Tong again, and yelled: "Son, stop and give me a stick..."

Zeng Tong was so frightened that he dodged left and right, for fear of being fired...

The gifted scholars in the audience were amazed and couldn't hold back their smiles!

A dozen veterans, headed by Zhu Chao and old man Geng, waved their fists upstairs unanimously, and cheered up: "Old rascal Bai, kill him, kill him..."