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Chapter 41 Number One Scholar, are you literate?

"We have discussed it, and sincerely think of you, we can reluctantly give you a chance."

Huang Rong walked up to Huang Shang with a straight face and her hands behind her back: "However, if you don't live up to expectations and can't learn martial arts, there is no need to waste your time."

"This is natural."

Huang Shang nodded and said: "If the disciple is a foolish person, he will naturally have no shame in wasting the master's energy and performing futile and useless achievements."

"Wait a minute! Master, don't shout in a hurry, you still need to make your words clear first."

Huang Rong raised her neck, shook her head and said: "Although my teacher looks elegant and graceful, in fact, I am a girl. Now... I am now twenty-eight years old. If you don't mind, you might as well leave early."

"It doesn't matter. My husband, Xiang Huisheng, became Confucius' teacher at the age of seven, and Gan Luo became the prime minister of Qin at the age of twelve. In ancient times, there is no predecessor or successor in learning, and those who are masters come first."

Huang Shang said with a smile: "My disciple also asked Master Yi An for advice on poetry in the past, but he never differentiated between men and women."

"Are you so calm?" Huang Rong snorted: "Have you seen it a long time ago?"

"Well, that's pretty much it."

Huang Shang said calmly: "The Dao Zang also records some techniques of disguise and alchemy, and the disciple knows a little bit about it."

Huang Shang hesitated for a moment and pointed to Lin Xuan, who was standing aside watching the excitement: "Master, is he not considered a bystander?"

Huang Rong was startled and made a face: "I told you that I won't take you as a disciple, so what are you calling me? You don't even have a master, so where can you get a master?"

"..."

Lin Xuan: "..."

"This one……"

Huang Rong almost exploded: "You! What did you just say!"

Huang Rong waved her hand: "Just see it if you can see it. Just don't talk nonsense to others."

Huang Shang's eyes turned back and forth between the two people, as if he understood something, and he admitted his mistake honestly.

"I am not a talented disciple, but I have seen a few strange people."

"Did the disciple say something wrong?"

"There's no rush, I'll find a secluded place to tell you when we get into the village."

Huang Shang shrank his neck and said, "This disciple is speaking carelessly. Please forgive me, Master."

"Disciples don't dare."

"Then please let Chief Huang consider it."

"Well, I forgot, those Taoist priests really do a lot of research on this."

"...I am old and ignorant, and do not understand the truth. Please forgive me, Master Huang."

"Of course he doesn't count... huh?"

Huang Rong's eyes rolled: "Speaking of which, our village does not support idlers. Do you have any skills?"

Seeing that her words worked, Huang Rong was secretly proud: "I will test you on some things later. If you are up to par, I will accept you as an outer disciple. It won't be too late to call you master when the time comes."

Huang Shang obviously hadn't thought about this problem, and his face froze slightly, seeming a little embarrassed.

"That's all. I just heard that your conversation was pretty good, and you were once an official. So you should have read some books, right?"

"Uh..., I participated in the palace examination in the fifth year of Yuanfeng, and was lucky enough to be selected as the number one scholar by Emperor Shenzong."

Huang Shang stretched out his hand and twirled his beard, and said with a smile: "I am still serving as a bachelor of Duanming Palace, a third-grade Hanlin bachelor, which is barely a noble position."

"Eh? You are still a top scholar..."

Huang Rong nodded: "Yes, so you are literate?"

"This..., I guess I know a little bit."

This is a pretty good question.

Huang Shang was stunned for a moment, feeling unspeakably awkward in his heart, so he could only nod his head blankly.

He thought about it. If he remembered correctly, the last time someone asked him this question, he had just turned seven...

Now, just turned seventy.

There is a sense of fate and reincarnation that makes people live in grass.

"Very good, just know how to read."

Huang Rong's face was full of smile: "Our village needs talents like you."

"...Please also ask Master Huang to make it clear."

"Everything else about our copycat village is fine, but there are too many bosses and roughnecks. They are ignorant and incompetent all day long, but they are still proud of it."

"What did you mean by what you just said? Oh, yes! It's insulting to politeness!"

Huang Rong smiled like a little fox: "Look, you know a lot and speak nicely, so this matter is your responsibility."

"Um..., what exactly is this old man responsible for?"

Huang Shang became more and more confused as he listened, and couldn't help but ask.

"Of course it's to teach the rough people on the mountain to read and write. Isn't it a great sense of accomplishment to turn them from rough to literate?"

"Well, yes, especially that fat monk named Lu Zhishen, he should read more."

Huang Rong said sweetly: "The Master said: 'There is no distinction between teachings.' This is a sage's words." "...I am willing to teach people to read and calligraphy."

Huang Shang looked helpless: "But these heroes won't listen to me."

"Why do you practice martial arts?"

"what?"

"Although I haven't read as much as you, I also know that when Confucius traveled around the world, he brought three thousand strong men with him, holding swords and shaking fists to convince people with his virtue."

"If someone refuses to listen to your saint, just beat him down."

"Our copycat is actually the same way."

Huang Rong smiled and said: "It's just right. I can also use this to test your martial arts progress. It can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone."

"This is more than just killing two birds with one stone, it's simply a matter of life and death..."

Huang Shang thought about it for a long time and sighed: "Since the leader of Huang Village has said so, let me give it a try..."

"Very good, you go up first and wait for me in the village hall."

The corners of Huang Rong's lips curled up: "I'll teach you martial arts later. After you learn it for ten or eight days, I'll teach those rough guys how to read."

"Thank you, Master Huang."

Huang Shang bent down slightly, held his cane, and walked up the mountain with a heavy heart.

"Mr. Lin, I am quite competent as the second master, right?"

Huang Rong's smile was as bright as a flower: "With just a few words, everyone will be enriched."

"You're more or less retaliating..."

Lin Xuan was speechless and stretched out his hand to pinch Huang Rong's little nose.

"There is no retaliation. After all, he is also a top scholar. He can teach a bandit in the village well, which should be more than enough, right?"

"That's more than enough..."

Lin Xuan shook his head slightly: "However, the abilities needed here are not at the level of knowledge, right?"

Lin Xuan remembered that Huang Shang was indeed the number one scholar in history.

However, Huang Shang was a bit lucky as the top pick, and his gold content was not too high.

Although he passed the palace examination, his essay was only ranked fifth.

Belong to the group that barely qualified in the provincial examination.

But even if Song Shenzong saw it right, he planned to disgust the examiner and directly appointed Huang Shang as the number one scholar.

Without the emperor's appointment, it is estimated that Huang Shang could only be a mediocre official.

It cannot be said that the examiner was not good enough that time and could not tell whether the article was good or bad.

After all, the examiner that time was Zeng Gong, one of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties.

Among the judges, there was also Lu You's grandfather, Lu Dian.

If these people can’t see whether the article is good or bad...

There are not many people in the world who can understand it.

Therefore, Lin Xuan felt that Huang Shang's own level was most likely not that outstanding.

Belongs to the top pick who stretches the hips.

However, there are at most two to three hundred people who can enter the palace examination.

The imperial examination was still held every three years, and talents accumulated over three years.

On average, it is equal to the top 100 in the national college entrance examination.

Top three in the province!

If you can really get this kind of result, you can easily get into a prestigious school like Qingbei.

Maybe, if you discuss it with the school, you can open a back door for your girlfriend.

Therefore, no matter how high the crotch is, the number one scholar is also a top scholar.

To teach a group of bandits is an extreme luxury.

"The main thing is to let this old man understand that the world is dangerous and that learning martial arts is of little use."

"Don't really think that you can turn the tide if you have some skills, which will lead to unrealistic illusions."

Huang Rong raised her eyebrows slightly: "Don't worry, I will turn my head and stare a little, so I won't really let him get beaten even at his age."

"If you do it for this purpose, it makes sense."

Lin Xuan nodded: "That's it."

"Well, by the way, Master, don't think too much."

"What are you thinking about?"

"……nothing."

(End of this chapter)