Little Sage Village.

Pavilions, terraces and pavilions overlap and shine.

Green bamboos and green forests, birds chirping and flowers fragrant.

The blue sky is reflected in the sparkling water.

The sound of Lang Lang's reading, also known as "hu", floated lightly in the winding corridor of the villa.

Enter this place.

Then the body and mind no longer belong to you.

Belongs to heaven and earth.

You have never experienced a sense of tranquility and tranquility, flooding your limbs and making you feel as if you are isolated from the world.

At this moment, I just want to take an ancient book, lean against the tree lazily, shake my head, and read aloud.

Things at the foot of the mountain.

It rarely comes through.

But today is different from the past.

A storyteller came to the sage city.

The stories told are wonderful.

Confucian disciples rushed to watch.

Even if the three Confucian masters personally came forward to ban this book, it would not make the disciples feel at ease at all.

Finish reading the classics.

A group of Confucian disciples stretched themselves out, stood up immediately, and ran out quickly.

"Hurry up and show me the latest issue of the storybook!"

"Don't rob! Why rob? If you have the ability, buy it yourself!"

"Keep your voice down, if Master and the others hear it, they will confiscate it again!"

"If it's confiscated, it's confiscated. I bought several copies and hid them in different places!"

"Oh my God! The story in this issue is so exciting! Are there any comments on the home page?"

"Wow, the beauties from all the major dynasties are listed here...is it true? Are they really more beautiful than Tian Mi?"

Although these Confucian disciples spoke very quietly.

But in the ears of the three Confucian masters.

But it was like thunder.

Sage Pavilion.

The three teachers are sitting here.

The person on the left is personable, elegant and decent, with long hair tied up in clouds and bright eyes, extraordinary!

The Third Master of Confucianism, Zhang Liang!

The person on the right has a goose crown hairpin, a neat beard on his chin, and an expressionless face. From his face, you can feel a trace of tranquility and indifference.

The second master of Confucianism, Yan Lu!

The person sitting at the top is the head of Confucianism, Fu Nian!

On the tea eucalyptus in front of him, there were more than a dozen books of stories in the snow.

They all came here to confiscate these disciples.

Zhang Liang opened it at will and shook his head, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

"This book is just a story circulated in the streets and alleys."

"How can these disciples cultivate themselves, manage their families, govern their country, and bring peace to the world when they see these things all day long?"

"The story is simple and the language is quite vulgar. How dare this storyteller dare to tell stories in the Sage City after only a few days of schooling?"

"The reputation of Confucianism may be tarnished by him."

He shook his head, feeling sad for the depravity of Confucian disciples.

I am also worried about the reputation of Confucianism.

Fu Nian's thick eyebrows stood upright.

Obviously, the reputation of Confucianism mentioned by Zhang Liang touched his bottom line.

His Confucian views with Zhang Liang and Yan Lu have always been at odds with each other.

Regarding the reputation of Confucianism, even if they would rather expel disciples and junior fellow students, they must also protect it very much!

No one is allowed to damage it!

His great ambition in this life is to establish Confucianism as the foundation for governing the country!

"Zifang, this storyteller has nothing to do with my Confucianism. To say that it has tarnished the reputation of Confucianism is a bit excessive."

For the story book in the snow.

He actually liked watching it.

The story is very interesting.

How can it be as vulgar as Zhang Liang said?

Furthermore.

The reason why he confiscated these scripts was just to enable Confucian disciples to study hard.

Otherwise, if you peek in class, you won’t learn anything!

"Senior Brother Fu Nian, Zifang thinks that this piece of Xiao has affected the daily life of my little Shengxian Manor."

"Now, how can these disciples have the energy to read Confucian classics? They are all focused on these scripts!"

"If things continue like this, I'm afraid they will no longer have any respect for our three masters, let alone Confucianism!"

Zhang Liang sighed slightly and refuted Fu Nian. He was so reasonable and well-founded that it really made it impossible to find any problems!

Fu Nian shook his head slightly in his mind. Zifang's eloquence was still so good. He was not good at debating, but he was good at fighting.

Yan Lu showed a rare smile.

Fu Nian was always scolded by Zhang Liang and was speechless.

Even if I have seen it many times.

Still very interesting.

Zhang Liang looked at Yan Lu and looked at him, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes...

If Zhang Xiao were here.

I will definitely come up with some words.

He threw it hard on Zhang Liang's face.

Shout.

You like debating, right?

You like to sit and talk, right?
Chapter completed!