There's something wrong with my master.

"Was the teacher in your family a man or a woman?" someone else started asking.

"Male..." The middle-aged man originally wanted to say male.

But the teahouse owner below mouthed: Woman, give you a raise in your wages.

After the boss finished speaking with his lips, he sat aside calmly and continued to listen.

This kid hasn't been beaten yet. I'm afraid his ancestor really had an affair with the teacher in the academy.

The middle-aged man saw the shape of her lips and said, "Woman, give me an extra ounce of silver."

puff~

Someone below spit out tea.

Someone looked at the teahouse owner and gave him a thumbs-up.

Although that gentleman had a good temper, few people dared to make up stories.

If you dare to make up such nonsense, that gentleman's disciples will drown you with just a mouthful of spit.

really.

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, someone below slammed the table and stood up.

"Where did the female teacher come from in the academy?"

"If you can't explain it today, I won't let you leave this door!"

"Ahem..." The middle-aged man coughed lightly, his brain spinning wildly, and finally said, "This ancestor of my family has been dressing as a man since she was a child."

Mr. Feng, who was listening to a story in the academy, was stunned.

Are you a female?

That memory was a little too old, but he still remembered it clearly.

The teacher in that academy is a pretty nice guy.

As for whether it is a boy or a girl...

If that gentleman likes to dress up as a man, well... it's possible that he is a woman.

After all, Old Man Feng was still young at that time and had never practiced cultivation.

He thought it was not impossible that he did not recognize the gentleman's gender...

Originally, he would not question the gender of his husband, but the statement about a man dressing as a woman was made by his husband's descendants.

This put a question mark behind her husband's gender.

"interesting."

I said this in my heart and continued to listen to the middle-aged man's story.

Nine out of ten statements made by this gentleman's descendants are false, so just listen to them.

"A man dressed as a woman?"

The people below sat down again.

Nowadays, there are men who dress up as women to take the imperial examination.

It seems that it is not impossible for a man to dress up as a woman and become a teacher.

"What did your ancestors teach you?" someone asked another question.

Everyone gathered in the teahouse, not so much to listen to the story, but to hear gossip about the gentleman in the academy.

The person mentioned above should really be related to the gentleman in the academy.

It’s still a very important relationship.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be standing there peacefully now.

This is the consensus of many people.

So what comes out of the mouths of middle-aged people may actually have some credibility.

That's why they are so gossipy.

"Well... my ancestors taught me..."

"Wait a moment, gentlemen."

The middle-aged man reached into his bosom, fumbled around for a while, and took out the family cultivation method he had copied.

There were only two big words written in the blank space on the cover: Lunyu.

"Ahem." Mr. Feng, who was teaching in the academy, coughed lightly. He calculated with his fingers and confirmed again that the middle-aged man was his teacher's descendant.

below.

Many students looked up, somewhat confused.

When Mr. Feng taught, he always had a blank expression on his face and made no movements. He often sat on the stage for the entire day.

If you have any questions, just ask him and he will answer them and then continue teaching you based on the knowledge points.

Why did you cough today?

Looking up, they saw that Mr. Feng still had no expression on his face. They thought they had heard it wrong and continued to study.

Those who want to ask questions ask, those who want to read read, and those who want to practice practice, without disturbing each other.

In a quiet atmosphere.

Mr. Feng on the stage looked through the space at the book "Lun Yu" in the middle-aged man's hand.

He touched the storage ring and glanced at the book "The Analects of Confucius" in the ring.

"Did I misunderstand what you meant back then?"

After finishing his studies, he summarized the knowledge taught by his teacher and compiled this "The Analects of Confucius".

He continued to look at the word "swing".

The book in the middle-aged man's hand looked like it was used for fighting...

In the teahouse.

The middle-aged man continued talking with saliva flying everywhere.

“The first lesson my ancestors taught me at that time was these four words.”

He opened the "Analects of Confucius" and pointed to the four words "teaching without distinction".

People in the audience were talking a lot.

Some people looked at these four words and were suddenly enlightened.

No wonder Mr. Feng would accept anyone from this small town as his disciple as long as they paid tuition fees. Could this be the reason?

Could it be that the ancestor of the person above is really Mr. Feng’s husband?

Some people have begun to believe in the identity of middle-aged people.

"I know this. What this sentence means is that no matter what kind of people they are, they should be educated."

"You are totally wrong!" The middle-aged man said with a dark face as he recalled the experience of being rejected.

This sentence means: "When I teach you how to be a human being, it doesn't matter who you are!"

As he spoke, he clenched his fists, showing off his dry muscles.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was right. He felt that he might have understood it wrongly before, which was why he had not been able to make progress in his practice.

The purpose of practicing martial arts is, of course, to fight!

You haven't seen those high-flying martial arts knights. The martial arts they learn are basically used for fighting.

The techniques used by cultivators should be similar.

"do you mean this?"

Some people in the audience were confused.

Some people rolled up their sleeves, ready to have a good talk with the middle-aged man.

Some people think so.

When I teach you how to be a human being, it doesn't matter who you are.

Also, no matter what kind of people they are, they should receive education.

These two sentences mean the same thing.

"Well, did Mr. Feng have someone he liked at that time?" someone in the audience gossiped.

"Yes." The middle-aged man paused, then said, "He likes my ancestors."

……

……

The top of Four Seasons Mountain.

Lin Xi rested her head quietly on Yun Changsheng's thigh, watching the show leisurely.

"Let you trick me." She muttered.

Chapter 172 The story gradually makes sense

Gossip about a monk who is undergoing tribulation is always very attractive.

The next day.

In a small town academy.

Several students asked questions, occasionally whispering to each other, and then looked up at Mr. Feng on the stage.

"Sir, you are a cultivator of the Red Dust Sect. It is normal for you to have a few female confidantes."

"That's Mr.'s Mr.!"

"What's wrong with sir? As a monk, you don't need to care too much about these mundane etiquettes of the mortal world."

"But it is said that Mr.'s husband is a man!"

"It's not that men can't do that. The emperor of the Central Plains even likes to be with eunuchs."

"Nonsense, I heard that your husband is a woman, and she is eight feet tall."

"You're kidding, there's no such thing as a woman eight feet tall."

Several monks in the classroom were whispering to each other.

Mr. Feng glanced at the audience, who immediately fell silent.

After thousands of years in the secular world, what remained was his obsession with teaching and educating people. He no longer cared about other things.

I often eat other people's melons, but now I get to eat my own melons, and it suddenly feels quite interesting.

When someone had the courage to ask him in a roundabout way, he answered calmly.

"My husband is indeed eight feet tall, but he should be a man."

"I didn't have any so-called beauty in the academy."

Oh ~

The monks below suddenly realized.

The old man has so many beauties that he forgets everything.

The rumor was spread all over the teahouse, but the old man didn't come out to stop it.

The little kid who was still in elementary school nearby looked at the senior brothers around him with lewd smiles, licked his fingers, and didn't understand what these senior brothers were laughing at.

Students taught by people who are fun-loving are naturally also fun-loving people...