I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Liu Daoyuan, who had just calmed down his anger, became excited again when he heard this, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"How dare you, old man? Once you get off this flower boat, I'll show you how I'll teach you a lesson!"

"Tell me your name, old immortal, or you won't even know how you died in the underworld!"

At this time, the face of the owner of the old voice finally appeared in front of everyone.

His face is weathered and full of traces of time.

Although his hair is silver, his eyes are bright.

He was dressed in a flowing green robe, walked calmly, had an extraordinary bearing, and his every move revealed an elegant scholarly temperament.

"Who is this person? He looks unfamiliar."

"I don't know either, but since he can enter Private Room No. 1, he must not be just an ordinary scholar."

After seeing the old man's true appearance, everyone in the hall began to guess his identity.

Judging from his bookish air, the old man must be a scholar.

Liu Daoyuan looked the elegant old man up and down, a sneer of contempt appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I was wondering who it was, but it turned out to be just an old antique with half of its body buried in the ground."

Liu Daoyuan glanced at the elegant old man, a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his tone was full of disdain and ridicule for the old man.

"Look at your old and frail appearance. Instead of staying at home to enjoy your grandchildren, you come to this boat to have fun. You really disgrace the reputation of a scholar!"

"At your age, I doubt whether you are still useful for your job."

After saying this, Liu Daoyuan burst into laughter.

At this time, Wang Xiuyuan quickly walked to the old man and apologized in a low voice.

"Teacher, I made a mistake in arranging this trip. I hope you will forgive me."

The old man waved his hands and didn't care.

His eyes fell on Liu Daoyuan and his tone was flat.

"You really don't know me?"

When Liu Daoyuan heard this, he couldn't help but sneer.

He sat leisurely on the Arhat chair, enjoying the delicious food handed to his mouth by the beautiful woman, with a disdainful expression on his face.

"Who the hell are you? Do you think you're worth knowing?"

Listening to Liu Daoyuan's repeated verbal insults, even if the old man had a good temper, he became a little angry at this moment.

This time, at the invitation of his student Wang Xiuyuan, he came to Yong'an City specifically to experience the local customs and culture.

But he never expected to be verbally abused by Liu Daoyuan, a person who only sees the world from a narrow perspective.

"It is the Mid-Autumn Festival and a grand poetry gathering. For Xiuyuan's sake, I will not argue with an ignorant young man like you."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart, and walked back to the private room.

But at this moment Liu Daoyuan was unwilling to let him go easily.

"Stand there, old man! Did I tell you to go back?"

Before he could continue his attack, someone in the crowd seemed to recognize the old man's identity.

"May I ask if you are Mr. Ji Jingchun, the great scholar from Guizhou?"

A scholar in white robes frowned and asked half-doubtfully.

Ji Jingchun paused when he heard this and turned to look at the man.

"Do you recognize me?"

As soon as these words came out, the scholar's eyes were filled with shock and he spoke excitedly.

"I am Kong Feng, a junior. I once visited Dean Ji with my elders in the past. Today, I am fortunate to see the real face of the senior.

When everyone saw how the scholar in white was extremely respectful to the old man, they were all confused, as if they were seeing flowers in the fog and didn't understand what was going on.

It was not until he explained Ji Jingchun's identity and Mo Yun Academy that everyone suddenly realized.

For a moment, everyone couldn't help but gasp and marvel.

The identity of this great scholar from Guizhou is indeed respected, but it seems somewhat inferior to the title of the president of Mo Yun Academy.

As one of the seven major universities in the Yuan Dynasty, Mo Yun Academy has sent countless students to the court.

As the former dean, Ji Jingchun has many students all over the world.

His most proud disciple is the current Minister of Personnel, who holds the third rank.

More recently, the current governor of Guizhou also studied at Moyun Academy and became a disciple of Ji Jingchun.

Listening to the discussions of the people below, Liu Daoyuan's expression gradually became solemn.

Only then did he realize that this seemingly ordinary old man actually had such an amazing identity.

At this moment, Liu Daoyuan seemed to be standing on the edge of a cliff, caught in a dilemma.

If he apologized to Ji Jingchun in public, the other party would naturally not bother with him, a junior.

But if I do this, my reputation will be completely lost. How can I survive in Yong'an City in the future?

But if they continue to hold on, there is no guarantee that the former president of Mo Yun Academy will not make trouble for the Liu family behind their backs.

The other party is the former dean of Mo Yun Academy.

After all, a writer's pen is like a knife that does not shed blood.

Although he has stepped down, it does not mean that he has lost his influence.

For a moment, Liu Daoyuan felt a little anxious.

Ji Jingchun also regained his composure at this moment, and his heart was not greatly disturbed by Liu Daoyuan's provocation.

After all, he had not read the books of sages for so many years in vain, so how could he get angry easily?

"Everyone, tonight is a poetry feast, a time for both the refined and the common to enjoy, how can we let a few trivial matters disturb everyone's elegance?

If there is any talented person who can produce outstanding works tonight, I would like to recommend him to practice at Moyun Academy."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole scene suddenly became boiling.

Mo Yun Academy is a holy place that countless scholars dream of.

Now they actually have the opportunity to enter and practice through a poem, which is undoubtedly a huge opportunity for them.

Yan Xiu, who had been immersed in the world of storytelling, was also attracted by those words.

He raised his eyes from the book, his eyes gleaming with thought.

"Moyun Academy..."

He whispered to himself, slowly closing the book in his hand and stroking his chin, as if thinking about something.

When Xie Shucheng and Lin Jianqiu were learning to read and write, Yan Xiu once overheard them talking about their desire to go to school in an academy.

However, the tuition fees of the academy in Yong'an City are extremely expensive, far beyond what they can afford.

Now that the former president of Mo Yun Academy has made such a bold statement, Yan Xiu thinks it is a good opportunity.

Thinking of this, Yan Xiu stood up and walked towards the window.

Fang Yan couldn't help but smile when he saw Yan Xiu, who hadn't moved at all.

"It seems that the appeal of Moyun Academy is really great. Even Mr. Yan can't help but want to give it a try."

In response, Yan Xiu just smiled faintly and didn't say much.

Soon after, the guests below began to paint with brushes.

They racked their brains and tried their best to write a masterpiece that could impress Ji Jingchun and get into Mo Yun Academy.

At this moment, the temptation of Mo Yun Academy is even greater than that of the courtesan behind the screen on the stage.

Half an hour passed like this, and only one person's poem was worthy of Ji Jingchun's approval.

Seeing that the people below were gradually becoming frustrated from their original excitement, Yan Xiu finally walked out of the private room.