Evil Master and Disciple

Ye Feng used to hate people who used money to pressure others the most.

Now, he has finally become the person he once hated the most.

He took out a silver note with a face value of one hundred taels and waved it in front of the waiter in front of Yueyang Tower.

The waiter looked disdainful and said, "What do you think this place is? Money won't work here. Since you don't have an invitation from Mr. Yi, you can't go in. Leave immediately."

Ye Feng frowned, thinking that this second brother really has some of Jianwen's character.

Not to mention five dou of rice, the one hundred taels of silver was enough for him to buy a small house in Yueyang City, but he was not tempted at all.

Shen Tianqi said, "Xiaofeng, since Yueyang Tower needs an invitation today, let's go."

"No, I really want to meet these Confucian writers now."

After saying this, he took out a pen and paper, and wrote a few words in a flamboyant and elegant manner.

He folded the letter and handed it to the waiter, saying, "I won't make it difficult for you. Just give this letter to that scholar Yi from the White Horse Academy, and the hundred taels of silver will be yours."

The waiter was slightly startled.

His monthly salary is only three taels.

This one hundred taels of silver is a huge sum of money for him.

He said doubtfully, "Really?"

"Of course, I am a contemporary poet, and my words are my bond. As long as you hand the letter to Grand Secretary Yi, and he doesn't refuse to invite me in after seeing it, I won't ask you to return the hundred taels."

The waiter felt that there must be something wrong with the boy's brain.

Even if you are a huge spendthrift, you shouldn't squander the family fortune like this.

However, the waiter naturally would not refuse such a good offer.

He took the letter and the silver note that Ye Feng received, turned around and walked into Yueyang Tower.

Ling Chuchu said, "Xiaofeng, I've heard a little bit about Mr. Yi from the White Horse Academy. He's considered a great scholar today. Can you get him to invite you in just by writing a few words on a piece of paper?"

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Sister Chuchu, I am the Immortal Poet. Don't worry, we will wait here. I estimate that Master Yi will send someone to invite us in soon. Maybe he will come out to greet us personally. There is a teahouse over there. Let's sit down and have some tea first."

There is a teahouse on the gate of the city tower. I have to say that the owner of this teahouse is definitely a business genius.

Yueyang Tower, second floor.

Baima Academy is the best academy in Yuezhou, and its presidents are all scholars from the Hanlin Academy.

Of course, compared with the three major academies in the world today, Honglu, Zijing and Tianhong, the Baima Academy is still slightly inferior.

Mr. Yi's real name is Yi Yunhan, with the courtesy name Taihe. He is over seventy years old this year. He once won the third place in the imperial examination and later worked in the Hanlin Academy in the capital. He compiled books and biographies, was well-read in poetry and literature, and had profound knowledge.

After retiring at the age of 60, he was hired by Yuezhou Baima Academy with a high salary to work as a teacher in the academy.

Master Yi summoned the literary masters of Yuezhou to gather at Yueyang Tower today in order to appreciate poetry and discuss essays with so many literati and scholars.

The poems they are studying today are the ones that have been going viral recently.

It is said that it was written by a young boy from the Yunhai Sect.

Master Yi is over seventy years old, with a head full of white hair and an ancient face. Although he is old, he does not show any signs of aging and is still full of energy.

There is a very special aura emanating from this old man.

This aura cannot be felt by ordinary mortals, only cultivators can detect it.

It is the righteous spirit of Confucianism.

Compared with those good-for-nothings on the city wall who say “Oh my god, Dongting Lake is so big”, this old gentleman is a truly learned scholar. Without some knowledge in his mind, it would be impossible for him to have such a strong and righteous spirit.

On the second floor, Mr. Yi was sitting on the floor. There were low tables and desks on both sides, most of which were occupied.

These people basically have an elegant temperament and wear Confucian robes. Most of them are middle-aged, and there are also a few young talents wearing Confucian robes.

There were two servants, holding up a piece of calligraphy.

The inscription reads: "Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages, and bring peace to the world for all eternity."

Now these scholars are savoring these four sentences.

Hengqu's four lines are unprecedented in history.

Once it came out, it became a sensation all over the world.

An old man shook his head and said, "Such words of a sage should have come from my Confucian school. Who would have thought that such words would come from the Taoist Yunhai Sect?"

Someone interjected, "Not only that, I heard that the person who wrote these four lines was a young man who had just turned sixteen."

"I have been studying these four lines of poetry for half a month. Every time I read them, my heart surges with emotion and I feel astonished as if I were a god.

Not to mention a sixteen-year-old boy, even Yun Hai Sect's headmaster, Master Yun Yi, probably wouldn't be able to write these four sentences. I'm afraid there's something else going on here."

"That young man has not only one masterpiece, but also several poems and essays, which are now widely circulated among the people. Each one is a masterpiece. Especially the poem "When Will the Bright Moon Rise" is truly breathtaking.

If these poems and essays were really written by a young man, then we, who have studied diligently for decades, have truly read all the books of the sages into the stomachs of dogs.

Mr. Yi smiled and said, “The way to learn is not about age, but about talent and understanding.

This old man has already learned through the Hanlin Academy that these poems, including these four lines that can be called the words of a sage, all came from that Master Ye of the Yunhai Sect.

I have invited you all here today to study and appreciate Mr. Ye's poetry and prose, to see if we can be inspired to write one or two masterpieces."

As the saying goes, scholars look down on each other. Originally, many people present doubted that it was impossible for a young Taoist boy to have such knowledge and write such masterpieces.

At this moment, Mr. Yi had already confirmed this matter from the Hanlin Academy, so naturally everyone did not dare to question it and were amazed.

Poems written by Ye Feng were hung in the venue.

Everyone nodded continuously.

At this time, the waiter who accepted Ye Feng's bribe lowered his head and bent over, and bravely walked into the poetry and prose appreciating venue.

He walked up to Master Yi, who was sitting at the head of the table, with great humility, and bowed, saying, "Old sir, there are a few people outside who want to come in, but they don't have an invitation."

A middle-aged man beside Master Yi said, "That's impossible. All the famous scholars in Yuezhou are gathered here today. No one should be left out. Who is that person?"

The waiter turned to face the middle-aged man and said, "They are four young people, two men and three women, who look to be in their teens."

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "So you're just a bunch of kids. You really don't know your own limitations. We're all learned people. How can we have a gathering like this? Just send them away."

The waiter was in a bit of a dilemma.

Although Ye Feng clearly stated that even if there was no result, he would not ask for the one hundred taels of silver back.

But since the waiter has accepted the money, he naturally wants to get the job done.

He handed Ye Feng's letter with both hands and said, "That young master said that after Mr. Yi reads the letter, he will definitely invite them in."