Evil Master and Disciple

Since his true identity has been exposed, there is no need for Ye Feng to wear a mask.

She reached out and untied the veil on her cheek.

Judging from Qiu Changlin's attitude, it seems that there is no danger.

Ye Feng put away his veil, laughed dryly, and walked in front of Qiu Changlin. He bowed with both hands and said, "Student Ye Feng, greetings to Senior Sub-Sage."

The so-called serving different dishes to different people.

In front of senior cultivators, he called himself a junior.

In front of the second sage of Confucianism, I naturally called myself a student.

Qiu Changlin looked at the handsome young man in front of him.

His appearance and temperament were completely different from the wretched boy he had seen in the virtual mirror before.

It seemed that this boy immediately became a different person after he restrained his obscene thoughts.

"You are so young yet you have written so many popular poems. I am ashamed of myself. Master Ye, please take a seat."

"Thank you, Senior. I'll just stand."

"Let you sit, just sit."

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng had no choice but to sit down behind the low table next to him.

He silently recited the mantra of tranquility in his mind and focused on the situation, so as to avoid answering questions that he shouldn't.

But he was overthinking it. Qiu Changlin's magic of words was no longer effective at this moment.

Even if he tells a lie, he won't blurt out the truth.

"Master Ye, what do you want to do by stealing the luck?"

"This question cannot be answered..." Ye Feng said secretly in his heart.

Then he covered his mouth with his hand.

He didn't want to reveal that he had the Confucian magic pen and inkstone on him.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Changlin was speechless.

"Yi Yunhan is also half of my student. Since you have already accepted him as your master, we are family.

Just say whatever you want to say, I won’t blame you.”

Ye Feng still covered his mouth and shook his head.

Qiu Changlin said, "Well, a gentleman doesn't force others to do things they don't want to do. Since you're unwilling to speak, then so be it. Master Ye, I've been studying your poems and essays day and night lately, and I'm amazed by them. Even if you don't come tonight, I plan to go to Lingshan in person sometime soon to have a candlelit chat with you."

How about we talk about poetry tonight instead of anything else?"

Ye Feng thought for a long time and said, "Okay!"

Then he said again: "Senior, if I break into the Saint's Building tonight, will you lock me up?"

Qiu Changlin said with a smile, "You, my little poet, have come to me late at night to discuss poetry and prose, and study together. What does it have to do with you?"

"Oh, you should have told me earlier, you scared me to death!"

Ye Feng patted his chest and said, "Senior Sub-Sage, I dare not say anything else, but writing poetry is my unique skill."

Qiu Changlin looked at Ye Feng with a deep gaze and said, "As far as I know, Master Ye just turned sixteen this year and has lived on the Xingluo Peak of Tianyun Mountain for many years. His character...is not particularly good, and he doesn't seem to like reading. However, Master Ye has written so many beautiful and profound poems, some of which are full of the vicissitudes of life and the understanding of life.

This doesn't seem like something that a young man full of vigor and vitality could write.

It's not that I'm trying to judge others, but I've been studying for decades and have never seen anyone as intelligent as Mr. Ye. If possible, I'd like to test Mr. Ye."

"Test me? That... is fine too!"

Ye Feng had no other choice.

If I want to escape tonight, I can't use my identity as a disciple of Yunhai Sect. I have to use my identity as the Little Poet.

Seeing Ye Feng agreed, Qiu Changlin nodded slowly.

After a moment's silence, he said, "I am a scholar, and over the years I have produced many outstanding students. Young Master Ye, could you please write a poem on the theme of encouraging learning to warn students all over the world?"

Ye Feng was a little stunned, wondering how powerful this sub-sage was.

Just a poem encouraging learning?

Hey, why does this scene feel so familiar?

I remembered.

Last time in the Sanzhier Treasure House, I entered the secret realm set up by Yan Rijing, and Yan Rijing had given me a similar test question.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

No wonder Confucianism declined.

It has been more than 10,000 years since Yan Nijing, and the test questions have not changed, not even a single word has been modified.

How have the thoughts of Confucian students been constrained over the years?

"Since you won't change the test questions, then I won't be polite."

Ye Feng said secretly in his heart.

Then he pretended to be in deep thought, thinking for a moment, and said, "The lights are on at midnight and the rooster crows at dawn, which is the time for men to study. If you don't study hard when you are young, you will regret it when you are old... Senior, I am sorry to show you my humble attitude."

Qiu Changlin's eyes at this moment were similar to Yan Rijing's eyes at that time.

Surprised, stunned, and then glowing again.

"Well, what a good poem to encourage learning! I have studied the classics for many years and have written many poems. The poems I have pondered for many days are not as good as the few words that Master Ye said casually. I have really broadened my horizons today!"

Although Qiu Changlin was said to be the second sage, in fact his cultural level and academic attainments were not much better than Yan Rijing, and in some aspects he was even inferior to Yan Rijing.

When Yan Rijing first heard Ye Feng's poem encouraging learning, he was amazed, and Qiu Changlin was no exception.

Even the expression is more wonderful than Yan Rijing who has no physical body.

He clapped his hands and looked excited.

Ye Feng sighed again in his heart, knowing that this was another old man who had become stupid because of reading too much.

Just as Ye Feng was sighing, the old man unexpectedly said, "Mr. Ye, can you sing another song?"

Ye Feng said: "Senior, please give us a question."

Ye Feng is full of confidence.

In terms of knowledge, he is definitely not as good as the old man in front of him.

But writing poetry... well, but reciting poetry, my own 300 Tang poems are no joke.

Now he has figured out the old man's cultural level, and the questions he will give will probably not fall within the scope of the Three Hundred Tang Poems.

"It's still a poem to encourage learning."

"Forehead……"

Ye Feng was speechless, thinking that this old man had just said that he would not judge other people's stomachs.

Isn't this a trap for yourself?

I was worried that my poem encouraging learning was copied, so I wrote another one.

Ye Feng thought about it in his mind and soon came up with a response.

He said in a clear voice: "It is easy to learn when young, but difficult to achieve when old. Every moment of time should be precious. Before I realize that the spring grass in the pond is a dream, the parasol tree in front of the steps has already deepened into autumn."

Qiu Changlin savored it carefully in his heart, and his eyes gradually brightened. This was indeed an excellent poem to encourage learning.

Qiu Changlin said, "Mr. Ye, could you please write another poem to encourage learning?"

Ye Feng was dumbfounded. This old man was arguing with the poem encouraging learning, right?

He soon realized that this old man was no simple person.

The easiest way to break Ye Feng’s title of Little Poet is to dig deep into a theme.

Ye Feng could recite these two complete poems to encourage learning.

He could no longer write a third complete poem to encourage learning.

Seeing Ye Feng remained silent, Qiu Changlin asked, "Why, Master Ye, are you feeling a little embarrassed?"

Ye Feng reached out and scratched his head, saying, "Well... okay, I'll think about it."

After a moment, Ye Feng was sure that he could not remember any complete poem encouraging learning.

He said, "My ideas are exhausted and it's difficult to write ten thousand articles. After thinking hard for a while, I came up with two sentences. The road ahead is long and arduous, and I will search for it up and down. I wonder what you think, senior?"