infinite power system

Chapter 105 A Real Scholar
"Jingjie, why is this name so familiar?"

Tang Feng raised his eyebrows, then looked at the lazy young man, and curled his lips.

The identity of this young man is indeed very big.

Previously, a talented man Shen Lin came to Shuntian in the capital city. He thought that he was very talented in poetry, but he cut off his Dao heart with a glass of wine.

At that time, Shen Lin once mentioned a person——Huang Yue, Huang Jingjie.

This young man whose surname is Huang and whose name is Yue Zijingjie is the number one talented scholar in Shuntian, and he has been able to comprehend the context of the body.

Moreover, an older Confucianism cultivator once made a prediction that this person is very likely to become a Confucian saint in the world.

"Huang Jingjie, although his literary talents are extremely high, he has never been an official. He only planted a vegetable garden outside Shuntian City with peace of mind."

"Even so, he still has a very special position in Shuntian Confucianism Cultivators. Even many respected old Confucianism Cultivators have friends with their peers."

Tang Feng glanced at Huang Yue meaningfully, knowing that this should be a backhand prepared by Shuntian for fear of Mo Yihe and others' failure in their argument.

And the rescuer who suppressed him in Moyihe's heart was probably also this person.

At this moment, Huang Yue sat on the roof with his legs crossed, looked at the Moyi River angrily, and said:
"Lord Mo, the Holy Majesty asked me to come and discuss the Dao with the barbarian envoy, but this discussion is over, can I go back?"

Mo Yihe's expression was unnatural. Although Huang Yue's cultivation base and age were lower than him, his status in Shuntian Confucianism Cultivator was higher than him.

He coughed twice, and said, "Jing Jie, the discussion of Dao is over, but..."

Huang Yue raised his eyebrows and asked, "But what?"

Mo Yihe said: "But if someone provokes the dignity of Shuntian's Confucianism and Taoism, what should you do?"

Hearing this, Tang Feng's sword eyebrows were slightly pressed, and there was a chill between his brows.

It is clear that this group of people insulted Qiu Daoming and humiliated Desolate Confucianism and Taoism first, but at the mouth of Moyi River, Shuntian Confucianism and Taoism became victims instead.

"Lord Mo, with your ability to turn black and white, I really won't even help my grandmother!"

Tang Feng teased, and became more and more disgusted with this Moyihe.

Mo Yihe's face turned cold, and he was about to open his mouth to refute Tang Feng, but before he could say anything, he was choked back by a voice from the roof.

"Lord Mo, someone humiliated Shuntian Confucianism..."

"What's the matter with me?"

At this moment, not only Mo Yihe was stunned, but Tang Feng was also surprised.

Huang Yue rubbed his sleepy eyes and said lazily:
"Lord Mo, I don't know you yet. I have been humiliated. If I have the ability, I will fight back. If I have no ability, I will hold back."

"You alone cannot represent Shuntian Confucianism and Taoism."

"Since it's not Shuntian Confucianism who was humiliated, what does it matter to me, Huang Jingjie?"

A sentence, like the warm sun in the afternoon, has no strength, but Mo Yihe is dumbfounded.

Tang Feng curled his lips, secretly thinking that this Huang Jingjie was indeed worthy of his evaluation last night - interesting.

"Hey, Mr. Mo, you are such a grown-up, don't you think I'm going to help you get revenge? Don't you feel ashamed?"

Huang Yue shook his head and sighed, pretending to be vicissitudes, with an old-fashioned look.

Mo Yihe's face was pale, it was different from the script in his mind, shouldn't it be Huang Yue who defeated Tang Feng, why did he become the target of bombardment?
"Okay, Mr. Mo, you're old now, so you can stay in Shuntian Capital with peace of mind if you have nothing to do. It's great to have a salary. You can poke anyone's spine if you like, and no one can do anything to you, right?"

Huang Yue yawned, then lay down again, saying:
"Master Mo, let's go, lest you say that I don't know how to respect the old and love the young. I'm not like other people, I don't know how to compliment others."

Mo Yihe was stunned in place, his feet were as if they had been filled with lead, and it was difficult to move at all.

He originally thought that in Huang Jingjie's heart, he would be an image of a respected elder, but he didn't know the truth was like this.

Tang Feng looked at Mo Yihe with a sluggish face, and couldn't help but find it funny that this pampered Confucianism cultivator would have a day when he was said to be out of his wits.

Mo Yihe really wanted to reprimand Huang Yue, but when he thought of the old man behind Huang Yue, he immediately lost his temper.

No way, he could only turn around and leave at a staggering pace.

"Who is the first to realize the big dream? I know it all my life. The Caotang has enough sleep in spring, and the sun is late outside the window. Brother, the sun is so bright, why don't you drink some wine?"

Seeing Moyihe leave, Huang Yue raised his head again and looked at Tang Feng with a smile.

"Brother, I really don't have any more wine."

The corners of Tang Feng's mouth twitched, this fellow was still thinking about wine.

Afterwards, he took another deep look at the young man. He thought he would be hostile to him, but he didn't expect to scold Moyi River for him.

"Brother, you don't need to thank me. If you come to Shuntian City in the future, just bring me two jugs of rice wine. This thing is really a good thing, but it's a pity that it's unique to Desolate and not for sale."

Huang Yue smacked his lips, as if he was still reminiscing about the fine wine he had last night.

Tang Feng smiled, and said with a smile: "Brother, I don't think you're scolding that Moyi River just to repay me for drinking?"

Huang Yue smiled and said: "Brother Tai is indeed the one who can break the theory that a white horse is not a horse, I admire you."

After a pause, this cynical young man suddenly put away his joking expression, and said seriously:
"I belong to the line of Confucianism and Taoism. There are three saints, Confucius, Meng, and Xunsheng, who overcame obstacles for my generation of Confucian scholars and opened up a bright and bright universe."

"These three sages cultivate awe-inspiring spirit and stand between the heavens and the earth, and even the heavens and myriad realms cannot bend their backs."

"They are real scholars!"

"But now, the group of people in Moyihe, with the practice methods of Confucianism and Taoism, cultivated the so-called aura of grandeur, but in fact, they don't have the strength of character that a real literati should have at all!"

"I, Huang Jingjie, can't get used to this kind of person. Since I can't get used to it, there's no reason to flatter me!"

Hearing this, Tang Feng couldn't help but look at Huang Yue twice, secretly thinking that it was not unreasonable for this young man to achieve such great achievements in Confucianism and Taoism.

Huang Yue took a deep breath, and then let it out suddenly.

This vomit is like vomiting out all the grievances in my heart!

He looked at Tang Feng and said seriously: "Brother, what you said is quite right, but it's not entirely true."

"The articles in the world are full of literati, and the ones that can be borne... are all real literati."

"You have Qiu Daoming as a real scholar in Lianghuang, so I don't have Shuntian?"

Tang Feng also put away his smile, and said seriously: "Brother Tai is indeed a true scholar."

However, Huang Yue shook his head and said, "It's not just me, there are a group of real scholars in Shuntian City."

"Our generation will always grow up."

"Our generation will always be like the three sages, supporting my Confucianist cultivation pillar that will not fall down!"

Looking at Huang Yue and Huang Jingjie, Tang Feng suddenly felt a wave of respect.

Huang Yue smiled, looked at Tang Feng, and said, "Brother, you are also a real... scholar!"

(End of this chapter)