Evil Master and Disciple

The reactions of these literati and poets were completely within Ye Feng's expectations.

Mr. Old Fan’s "Yueyang Tower Inscription" is making a fuss.

These scholars all want to become generals or prime ministers and hold the highest positions in the country.

Maybe they will become greedy and corrupt after becoming officials.

But before entering officialdom, the conduct of these scholars was still very good.

The saying "worry about the world before you worry about yourself, and be happy about the world after you are happy about yourself" is enough for all the scholars in the world to take it as their life motto.

Among these people, the one who was most deeply touched by Ye Feng's "Yueyang Tower Inscription" was naturally Master Yi.

He retired from the government and became an old scholar at the Baima Academy. Although he had no worries about food and drink and was respected by others, and was the leading scholar in Yuezhou, the old gentleman was still often worried about state affairs.

It's just that he is too old and no longer has the energy to assist the emperor and nurture the people.

Hong Jiu was puzzled by the reactions of these scholars and asked in a low voice: "Chu Chu, is Xiaofeng's article well written?"

Qin Chuchu slowly came back to her senses and said, "It's more than just good. I'm afraid this article will be forever engraved in front of Yueyang Tower for future generations to admire."

Hong Jiu frowned slightly and said, "Is it really that powerful?"

Qin Chuchu rolled her eyes at him and said, "You...you shouldn't just focus on practicing Taoism all day long. Read more books when you have nothing to do."

Sima Zhi, who had wanted to show off his talent in front of the literati in Yuezhou today, was now dumbfounded.

He had wanted to laugh at the joke of the young man in front of him, but now, he couldn't laugh.

This travelogue is a wonderful piece of writing that he could never write in his lifetime.

Ye Feng spread out the written manuscript and pulled the two girls up.

Just like Wang Bo who wrote the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng, he floated away.

As the five of them got downstairs, they saw the elderly Master Yi chasing them down.

"Mr. Hu, please stay."

Ye Feng looked back and said with a smile: "Mr. Yi, I have disturbed your leisure time today, so I will not bother you any more."

"Mr. Hu, can I talk to you alone?"

"alone?"

"Yes, the third floor is very quiet and quiet, no one will disturb me. I would like to have a private chat with Mr. Hu. I wonder if Mr. Hu would be so kind as to do me the honor."

Ye Feng glanced at the people around him.

Yun Shuang'er said, "Let's go wait for you outside."

Ye Feng thought about it, then nodded slowly.

Not only was Master Yi interested in him, he was also quite interested in Master Yi.

Master Yi is the only person Ye Feng has met so far who possesses the Confucian spirit of righteousness and integrity, and is very honest.

Of course, this does not include Su Xiaoli, who has accumulated some righteous energy by running a brothel in the capital and sleeping with countless scholars.

Many scholars and writers on the first floor of Yueyang Tower were surprised to see that the highly respected Mr. Yi actually invited a young-looking boy to the third floor. They didn't know who this boy was and how he could be favored by Mr. Yi. They were really envious of him.

Yueyang Tower has three floors, and the higher the floor, the smaller the area.

Ye Feng and Master Yi quickly walked up the stairs and reached the third floor.

Unlike the crowded first floor and the noisy second floor, there was no one on the third floor of Yueyang Tower.

This Yueyang Tower is almost exactly the same as the Yueyang Tower that Ye Feng visited in his previous life.

The third floor is hollowed out on all four sides and can be said to be the highest point in the entire Yueyang City.

Standing here, you can not only have a panoramic view of the entire Yueyang City, but also see the even more beautiful scenery of Dongting Lake.

The layout here is not much different from that on the second floor.

There are several coffee tables and low tables.

Mr. Yi was dressed in a Confucian long robe, and his silver hair was still tied in a scholar's bun.

After arriving at the third floor, the old man waved his sleeves, and a mysterious aura instantly covered the entire third floor.

Ye Feng looked at him in surprise and said, "Mr. Yi is really good at this. Is this the Confucian practice of magic?"

Master Yi smiled and said, "It's just a small barrier, not worth mentioning. Master Hu, oh no, I should call you Master Ye."

Ye Feng was slightly stunned when he heard this, as if he didn't expect that this old man actually knew his identity.

Then he laughed dryly and said, "This is my first time traveling the martial arts world. I'm worried about causing unnecessary trouble, so I used a pseudonym. I hope Mr. Yi will forgive me."

Master Yi shook his head and said, "I understand, Master Ye, you are Huang Youdao's disciple, right?"

Ye Feng nodded and said, "Old sir, do you know my master?"

Master Yi said, "Yes, I saw him several times in the capital many years ago."

Ye Feng was quite surprised.

My master is a cultivator, and a very powerful one at that.

This old Mr. Yi is nothing but a pedantic scholar.

I didn't expect that the two of them actually knew each other.

Ye Feng quickly saluted and said, "Isn't this the flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple? If I had known that Mr. Yi was Master's friend, I wouldn't have bothered to use a false name."

Mr. Yi smiled slightly and said, "Speaking of which, your master Huang Youdao and I are not really friends. When I was still serving in the capital, I once competed with him for the most beautiful woman in a brothel.

From what I know of him, your master is a vulgar and unsophisticated person, not someone who enjoys reading. Master Ye's profound knowledge is definitely not something Huang Youdao could teach him."

Ye Feng was a little confused.

I thought to myself, this old man is really shameless.

A scholar, and a grand scholar of the highly respected Baima Academy, actually admitted that he met his master in a brothel in the capital, and that he had competed with his master for the most beautiful girl.

Ye Feng smiled and said, "My master is easygoing and carefree by nature, and he often goes down the mountain to gain experience. Whenever I have nothing to do, I read some books in the Yunhai Sect's book cave.

I, a junior, feel unworthy of such profound knowledge."

"I see. I heard that the books stored in the Yunhai Sect's library cave are all-encompassing and the best in the world. It's a pity that I have no chance to enter and see them. It is truly a regret in my life. Come, come, Master Ye, please take a seat!"

Mr. Yi took Ye Feng's arm, sat in front of a low table, and personally poured tea for Ye Feng.

Ye Feng didn't know how important this old gentleman was in the hearts of scholars in the world, so he took it shamelessly.

Then he said, "Mr. Yi, you asked me to come to the third floor to chat alone. Is there something wrong?"

Mr. Yi smiled and said, "It's nothing special. I'm just amazed by Mr. Ye's talent and want to make friends with him.

The poems and essays written by Master Ye in Yunhai Sect have now been circulated throughout the world and are regarded as classics by countless scholars.

Furthermore, I have heard that Master Ye recently demonstrated our Confucianist secrets at the Yunhai Sect's inner sect competition. It was truly remarkable."

Ye Feng's eyes rolled, and he was still thinking about how to lead the topic to the issue of Confucian cultivation.

I didn't expect this old man to be so considerate and bring it up first.

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Mr. Yi, you are too kind. I... just stumbled upon it by accident. My aura is far from as strong as Mr. Yi's."