After coming back to his senses, Le Zhengzi continued: "I have already read the letter. Are you here under the unknown entrustment?"

Ye Zhang nodded slightly and said: "Exactly, this junior is here just for Brother Wuming's entrustment."

Hearing this, a rare smile appeared on Le Zhengzi's face, and he stroked his beard and said: "Since it is an entrustment from an old friend, I will naturally not refuse."

He and Wuming have been friends for many years, and even he admires Wuming for his free and easy manner and benevolence. When he traveled to Zhao State, he had traveled with him for several months, and he became a confidant.

At this time, Ye Zhang led the person behind him forward and said: "This child is named Lu, and he is a disciple of Wuming. Before we left, I specifically asked me to take him to Little Saint Xian Manor."

Hearing this, Le Zhengzi looked at Lu and asked, "Is your master Wuming?"

"Um."

Lu responded.

Le Zhengzi nodded, looked at the other person, showed a bit of satisfaction, and then asked: "Yes, would you like to worship at the Confucian gate?"

Hearing this, Lu hesitated slightly, but after thinking about the master's instructions, he still responded obediently: "Yes."

Wuming has explained these things before, and he knows what to do.

Yue Zhengzi stroked his beard and nodded: "In that case, from now on, you will be my second disciple."

"Disciple pays homage to teacher!"

Lu knelt down on his knees and kowtowed respectfully. In his heart, there could be many teachers, but the title of master only belonged to one person.

Le Zhengzi raised his right hand across the void, helped the other person up, and said calmly: "Since you have entered my sect, you must strictly abide by the instructions of the ancestors, abide by etiquette, restrain yourself at all times, and do not act rashly."

"Yes, disciple understands."

Lu cupped his hands and answered, since he has joined Confucianism, he must abide by the rules here.

Le Zhengzi nodded slightly, looked at Fu Nian aside and said, "Lead the way to have a rest and get familiar with things in the Little Sage Village. Until tomorrow, I will personally teach him the secrets of Confucianism and Taoism."

"promise."

Fu Nian responded respectfully, and then retreated with the former. Just as the two of them walked out of the courtyard, a figure hurriedly rushed in and bumped into him.

"Ouch!"

Hearing the sound, Ye Zhang turned around and saw that the person who came was a young man with a handsome face and regular features. He was about the same age as Fu Nian. He was also wearing Confucian clothes.

However, 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, and he did not have the respect of a Confucian disciple at all.

The most exaggerated thing is that he was holding a huge grass carp in his arms, and a fishy smell spread out.

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

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

As he spoke, he raised the lively fish in his hand to signal.

"Junior brother, no..."

Fu Nian just wanted to reach out and grab him, but he missed the opportunity and the other party had already ran in.

The young man rushed directly into the courtyard and shouted with a smile: "Teacher, take a look..."

However, before he finished speaking, his steps stopped.

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

At the same time, the big fish in his hand also twisted its body to break away from the former's restraints, and flopped a few times after falling to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Ye Zhang suppressed a smile in a very unkind manner. The somewhat inexperienced guy in front of him was none other than Han Fei, the Ninth Young Master of South Korea.

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

At this moment, Le Zhengzi looked slightly cold and scolded sternly: "As a Confucian disciple, it is unbecoming to yell and scream while being disheveled!"

Among so many Confucian disciples, this guy is the one he dislikes the most, because he doesn't really have the humility of a Confucian scholar, and he also likes to cause trouble.

Even if I occasionally become more honest, it is just for the sake of appearance, and my character is really too out of touch.

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

After coming back to his senses, Han Fei quickly adjusted his clothes, knelt on the ground, put on a serious face, but was complaining crazily in his heart.

"Master, shouldn't he be in King Qi's palace at this time? Why are you back so soon?

He is most afraid of this person in the entire Confucian family. Every time he sees him, he has to take a detour, but this time he ran into the muzzle of a gun. It is really tragic!"

Le Zhengzi had a serious expression on his face, with a trace of sullenness in his eyes, and said: "Look at yourself, where do you look like a Confucian disciple? Where have you learned the ethics?

Just for the sake of a little appetite, you do such outrageous things!"

Seeing the other party's appearance, he became very angry. He really didn't understand why Xun Kuang would accept such a disciple.

Normally he could just turn a blind eye, but now it's better. He is so dissolute in front of outsiders that he, the leader, has no place to show his face. It's really embarrassing!

When he heard the scolding, Han Fei didn't take it as honestly as Fu Nian did. Instead, he handed over his hands and replied: "I saw that my teacher was very hardworking on weekdays, so I went to the river to catch a fish in person. It was disrespectful to show my filial piety."

Please forgive me, uncle."

Although this statement sounded like an admission of mistake, it was actually a refutation of the other party's words. The reason why he did this was entirely out of filial piety, not for himself.

Le Zhengzi snorted with some dissatisfaction and said: "Young gentleman, you are far away from the kitchen. Where do you place Confucian teachings by doing this?"

Hearing these words, Han Fei's eyes moved. At this time, he seemed to have entered a state. The playful look just now completely disappeared, replaced by a touch of calmness and confidence.

I saw that he directly activated the form of the Bar Spirit and said in an unhurried manner: "A gentleman is like an animal. Seeing its life, he can't bear to see its death; hearing its sound, he can't bear to eat its meat. This is why a gentleman is far away from the kitchen.

However, since a gentleman eats meat and yet says that he cannot bear to see or hear about killing, isn’t he hiding his ears and stealing his bell?”

Hearing this, Ye Chang couldn't help but smacked his lips. Not everyone had the courage to speak like this to the head of the Confucian family in the Little Sage Village.

As expected of Han Daodun, his verbal skills are much better than those two from the Strategist family.

Although the tone is respectful and the scriptures are quoted, the underlying meaning is simple and crude. You said that a gentleman cannot bear to see the death of livestock and cannot bear to hear their mournful cries, so he stays away from the kitchen.
Chapter completed!