"Would you like to be a disciple of Mr. Li?" Everyone was stunned.

After being stunned for a moment, their expressions suddenly changed dramatically, and they were filled with indignation as if the meat buns in their mouths had been snatched away!

"You traitor!" A scholar stood out from the crowd and shouted loudly!

Another talented man frowned and cursed angrily: "You are a scholar in vain, and you actually recognize someone like Li Yi as your teacher?"

"traitor!"

"Birds of a feather flock together and people flock together, what a scumbag!"

As soon as one person started, everyone started shouting and cursing.

Li Yi was also stunned. His eyebrows were raised, and he looked at the resolute scholar kneeling in front of him in surprise, and asked in amazement: "What did you just say?"

"Student Wu Xiaoming, I would like to accept Mr. Li as my teacher!" Wu Xiaoming ignored the insults behind him, but looked solemnly and stared straight into Li Yi's eyes.

"Why!" Li Yi leaned back and almost fell to the ground with the stool.

Wu Xiaoming's expression remained unchanged and he said seriously: "After hearing the quatrains Mr. Li wrote at the Longbeard Mountain Poetry Meeting, the student felt that all the poems written by Mr. Li were unique through the ages! So he wanted to become a disciple of Mr. Li and study the classics diligently."

"You, don't you know that I am about to become the public enemy of the entire Chinese literary world?" Li Yi was praised in this way. Even though he was as thick-skinned as a city wall, he couldn't help but blush and stutter when he spoke.

How could this guy bear it when someone put such a big hat on him? He immediately put on the elegant look of a scholar and said, "You, get up first, get up and talk!"

"Students just want to know!" Wu Xiaoming knelt on the ground, motionless.

What's going on? Could it be that they were sent by the group of people who assassinated me last time? This guy is quite courageous, and he is too cruel to himself...

Li Yi thought of this, but his expression remained unchanged. He glanced at the group of literati pointing behind Wu Xiaoming, and said, "Do you know that today, regardless of whether you succeeded in becoming a disciple or not, you have already offended the literati in the world?"

Wu Xiaoming didn't even look back, and said with cupped hands: "The students believe that they will be proud to be under Mr. Li's disciples in the future!"

Li Yi frowned, still not trusting this scholar in shabby clothes. He sighed slightly, and then said: "In that case, you should stand by my side first, and then follow me in after I finish writing these pairs."

Let’s go to the house!”

"Students, please obey the teacher's orders!" Wu Xiaoming supported the ground with his hands, stood up slowly, walked behind Li Yi in two steps, lowered his head slightly, and showed no reaction to everyone's accusations.

The onlookers kept shouting insults, as if what Wu Xiaoming had just betrayed was not what he had learned over the past decades, but the honor of the entire Han Dynasty.

Li Yi looked at the second line casually, and did not forget to glance at the scholar standing next to him. He saw that this boy was not handsome in appearance, but he gave people a solid and steady feeling. His eyebrows were thick and straight, as if he was using

Drawn with a brush.

"These people insult you so much, do you have no temper?" Li Yi asked as he wrote casually without raising his head.

"Students only focus on learning and don't care about anything else." Wu Xiaoming raised his head and whispered.

"You don't care about anything else!" Li Yi paused in his hand, then leaned back, glanced at the onlookers, snorted contemptuously, and said: "Then go ahead and scold these people.

pause!"

"This..." Wu Xiaoming was stunned, but his steps didn't move, and he didn't answer for a long time.

Li Yi leaned on the chair and said casually: "Since you can't even scold me, why should I accept you as my student?"

"I, I..." Wu Xiaoming was speechless at this moment. He even said "I" but couldn't say the rest.

"Hmph!" Li Yi narrowed his eyes and waved his hands as if to shoo away flies: "Go ahead and find some other way to get close to me next time."

Wu Xiaoming finally became anxious and said: "I can protect you!"

"Oh? Protect me? Why?" Li Yi is about to get four personal tiger guards. Those are real masters. Why does he need this cripple in front of him?

Having just been assassinated, Li Yi became much more cautious about others. Li Yi turned around, stared at Wu Xiaoming's face carefully, and hummed softly: "Don't tell me, why do you want to know!"

Wu Xiaoming gasped twice in his chest, and then his face turned pale. Apparently he couldn't stand Li Yi's aggressive pressure.

He seemed to think for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said a few words from between his teeth: "I want to deal with the Wang family!"

This sound was as thin as a mosquito, and even the maid Qing'er couldn't hear it clearly. It seemed that Wu Xiaoming used some special sound transmission skills, and Li Yi heard it clearly.

"Wang family?" Li Yi frowned and murmured in a low voice, then waved his hand and said in a higher tone: "Go and hang this couplet with me."

Qing'er hurriedly stepped forward to help clean up the table, but someone beat him to it. Wu Xiaoming rolled up the words written by Li Yi with a few quick movements of his hands and feet, and put away the pen, ink, paper, inkstone and so on.

"This way, it will be easier in the future..." Qing'er was stunned on the spot, feeling that the person in front of her was actually more familiar with the job of waiting on people than she was.

"Sir, where is it hanging?" Wu Xiaoming held the second line written by Li Yi just now with both hands and asked.

Li Yi casually glanced at the lame scholar who wanted to take refuge in him, and said casually: "You decide for yourself."

Wu Xiaoming hesitated for a moment, then took out two shining things from his arms.

The reason why these two things sparkle is because the sharp blades on them reflect the cold light in the noon sun!

This is a flying knife!

"Protect the young master!" Lao Tu, the guard at the door, instantly felt a dangerous aura. It was a special feeling he gained from fighting in the battlefield. With this feeling, he escaped from death several times.

As soon as Lao Tu finished speaking, he stepped in front of Li Yi, made a "crack" sound with the steel knife in his hand, scraped the scabbard and pulled it out suddenly.

"Put down your weapons!" Lao Tu nervously blocked Li Yi with his body and scolded.

Wu Xiaoming held the steel knife, but suddenly he lost the submissive feeling he had just now. At this moment, his whole body seemed to be taller. He ignored Lao Tu's scolding and threw the steel knife in his hand violently!

"Pfft--" The flying knife flew away, but it did not go towards Li Yi or anyone. The sharp tip of the knife pierced the wall straight.

At this moment, Lao Tu calmed down and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead - when the lame scholar took out the knife just now, he didn't see it clearly!

The two knives were motionless on the wall, and most of the blades were immersed in the hard stone slab, which shows the great strength of this hand.

What is even more astonishing is that if the two points formed by the two knives are connected, they are actually a straight line without any deviation.

"Ah!" Many of the onlookers who were still shouting and cursing just now closed their mouths when they saw this scene - obviously thinking that they could not block such a knife.

Wu Xiaoming threw the flying knife, and the confidence he had just evaporated instantly. He slowly picked up the scroll written by Li Yi, dragged his slightly lame right leg, moved to the wall, spread out the scroll in his hand, and hung it carefully

on the hilt.
Chapter completed!