Evil Master and Disciple

Ye Feng walked into Jiaotai Hall and immediately felt that the atmosphere was a little off.

There were several old men in Confucian robes in the hall.

Except for Qiu Changlin and Wen Lianggong, he didn't know the other four old men.

Ye Feng knew without hesitation that these four old men were the other four sub-sages of Confucianism.

The last time he drank with Gu Tianshi, Gu Tianshi gave him a detailed introduction to these six sub-saints.

In addition to the calligraphy saint Qiu Changlin who sits in the Sage Building, and the painting saint Wen Lianggong who sits in the Jiaotai Hall.

There is also the poet Li Ling who is in charge of the Imperial College.

Lu Henian, the tea saint who presides over Taixue Academy.

Nangong Qinghui, the master of the zither, is in charge of Honglu Academy, the best academy in the world.

And the chess master Zhuge Xuance who sits in Wenyuan Pavilion.

These old guys didn't go to the grand court meeting, but instead hid away their time in Jiaotai Hall.

Seeing Ye Feng coming in, a slightly plump old man with a white beard said, "Boy, are you Ye Feng?"

Qiu Changlin said: "Ye Feng, these people are the sub-sages of Confucianism, please don't lose your manners..."

Qiu Changlin introduced the names of these four old men to Ye Feng one by one.

The person who just spoke was the great poet Li Ling.

Ye Feng quickly bowed to everyone.

The slightly plump old man who just spoke is the poet saint of our time, Li Ling.

He was in charge of the Imperial College for many years, and the students were all children of the royal family. Even the crown prince of the time was his student.

Over the years, he has written some popular poems and essays, but none of the poems he has written in his entire life can compare to the ones that Ye Feng has circulated recently.

I plan to go to Lingshan in person in a few months to meet Ye Feng, the little poet who seemed to have suddenly jumped out of a stone.

As a result, he just learned that Ye Feng has not left the capital since his last disturbance at Tianhong Restaurant, and has even taken Qiu Changlin and Wen Lianggong as his teachers, which made him furious.

They were just arguing about this matter in Jiaotai Hall, but they didn't expect that Ye Feng would come to them on his own initiative.

The poet Li Ling said: "Ye Feng, I have read the poems you wrote. Well, they are quite good. You are a rare talent in poetry and prose.

I am the poet sage of our time, and I would like to give you some guidance on poetry and prose so that you can reach higher levels in this field.

Don't just stand there, hurry up and become my disciple!"

"Old man, your level of poetry is far inferior to Mr. Ye's. Mr. Ye's poem "When Will the Bright Moon Appear" instantly kills all the poems you have written over decades. Do you still have the nerve to be Mr. Ye's poetry teacher?

"Master Ye, don't listen to this old man. You are young now, you should study more. Honglu Academy is the best academy in the world. I am not talented, but I have been the dean of Honglu Academy for many years. I am also quite knowledgeable in the art of playing the zither, and I am known as the Sage of the Zither."

After you leave the palace, follow me to Honglu Academy. It’s on the edge of the capital, not too far away…”

Before the dean of Honglu Academy, the master of zither Nangong Qinghui could finish his words, the master of tea Lu Henian spat in his face.

"Nangong, you idiot, with my Tai Academy here, when did your Honglu Academy become the best academy in the world? Master Ye, here's a cup of tea. Bring it to me and it will be like you becoming my disciple. If you encounter any problems in the future, just let me know. No matter what they are, I can solve them for you!"

Zhuge Xuance, the chief academician of Wenyuan Pavilion, said, "Lu Henian, you are old, why are you still so arrogant? With your limited ability, what can you do? Go home and clean up the shit!"

Master Ye, I believe you have heard of my name. Now follow me back to Wenyuan Pavilion. I have something good to show you!"

"Zhuge Pifu, what else do you know besides fiddling with those black and white chess pieces?"

"The Way of Go embodies the Way of Heaven, the Way of the Universe. If you look down on the Way of Go, then don't let me repair the magic circle left by the Confucian Sage..."

The old men started arguing again.

In the eyes of the world, they are all sub-sages who are high above everyone else and are the teachers of all scholars in the world.

However, who could have imagined that these sub-saints, who should have been solemn and respectful, were now quarreling like street thugs.

The poet Li Ling, who had a violent temper and a physical advantage, had rolled up his sleeves, ready to give Nangong Qinghui a back throw.

Ye Feng was frightened by this scene.

What's going on!

Is this the most powerful sage in Confucianism?

What's the difference between this and street thugs?

He kept calling me an old bastard, an old immortal...

Still a scholar, still a cultured person...

Where is the cultivation of scholars? Where is the gentleness, courtesy, frugality and modesty of cultured people?

Loyalty, filial piety, trustworthiness, brotherly love, propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame are all talked about by these old men, but they trample under their feet.

At this moment, four words emerged in Ye Feng's mind.

Being old and disrespectful.

He wanted to slip away. If he didn't, he would definitely have four more teachers today.

If my master knew about this, he would definitely break my legs.

"Gentlemen, I remember I have some important matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first..."

Ye Feng originally wanted to report to Qiu Changlin about the National Sword and the Dragon Vein, but now he can't do it.

Just as he was about to leave, suddenly, four figures appeared in front of him without any warning.

It was those four sub-saints.

Although these old men quarreled a lot and gave people the impression that they were uncultured, their Confucian magic was really high.

As for the magical power of teleportation, Taoism, Buddhism, and the Demonic Sect do not have it. It is unique to Confucianism.

The distance of teleportation is not short. It can reach within a range of three hundred miles in an instant. It is really scary.

Four old men were blocking the gate of Jiaotai Hall.

The slightly plump poet Li Ling said angrily, "You old bastards, seeing a promising scholar, you rush over like flies to shit. Look how scared you are to my disciples."

Seeing that several sub-saints were about to quarrel again, Qiu Changlin, the leader of the six sub-saints, finally spoke up: "Stop quarreling. I know you all want to be Ye Feng's teacher, but not now. Please calm down."

Qiu Changlin's words still had some authority. The old men glared at each other for a few seconds, but stopped arguing.

Qiu Changlin had been sitting on the soft couch behind the desk. He asked, "Ye Feng, did you come here today? Is there something?"

Seeing that these old men had calmed down, Ye Feng no longer had any thoughts about leaving.

He nodded slowly and said, "Teacher Qiu, I do have something important to do today. It's just..."

As he spoke, he glanced at the three eunuchs standing by the long table not far away.

Among them, the eunuch who held the seal had a very feminine expression and had left a deep impression on Ye Feng last time.

Qiu Changlin saw what Ye Feng meant and said to the three eunuchs, "You go out first."

The three eunuchs looked at each other, then saluted and said, "Yes!"

After the three eunuchs left Jiaotai Hall, Wen Lianggong asked, "Boy, what's the big deal that's so secretive?"

Ye Feng said: "What I want to talk about is related to the recent changes in the Confucian Sage's magic circle in the imperial city."

Upon hearing this, the six sub-saints all looked solemn.