Great Wei scholar

for a while.

The two looked at each other, and Dawei Jingdu completely fell silent.

Everyone watching this scene was curious about what kind of sparks Xu Qingxiao and this grandson would collide with.

"it is good."

Suddenly.

Wang Chaoyang's voice sounded.

One word.

He applauds.

There was a smile on his face.

He stood in the void with his hands behind his back, looking at Xu Qingxiao, the smile in his eyes was a kind of relief.

It's like the satisfaction of the elders seeing the success of the younger generation.

This kind of smile makes people feel inexplicably disgusted.

If Wang Chaoyang had lived for 1000 years, Xu Qingxiao would not be so disgusted.

Think about it, a person younger than you, looking at you with a gratifying smile, how does a normal person feel?

Inexplicable disgust and disgust.

"Shouren."

"You are very good."

"At first, I was thinking that I would set up three assessments for you to see if you are qualified to worship the Great Saint."

"I didn't expect now that you not only have Confucianism and Taoism, but also immortality."

"However, as a Confucian, you still have to consider Confucianism and Taoism first. Don't be half-hearted. You still have a long way to go."

"Just the way of the sub-sage may delay you for decades, but I am very satisfied with you, exempt from the assessment, and accept you as a disciple directly."

"Teach you the way of the true great saint, and within five years, you can break through to the sub-sacred realm."

"It also allows you to settle in the Tiandiwen Palace and realize the true way of a saint."

When Wang Chaoyang opened his mouth, all his remarks were praises of Xu Qingxiao, whether it was words, manners, or expressions, they all praised Xu Qingxiao.

It's just that these appreciations come from a 20-year-old youth.

A peer who is a few months younger than me.

This kind of words of appreciation is more like an elder's appreciation to a younger generation, which makes Xu Qingxiao feel even more inexplicably disgusted.

And directly threatened to accept himself as a disciple?

Want to set up three assessments for yourself?

Xu Qingxiao really wanted to ask, are you worthy?

Not just Xu Qingxiao.

In the capital of Great Wei, many people thought the same way.

However, considering the identity of the other party, even though it is not known whether it is true or not, Wen Gong is indeed genuine, and it is difficult to say much.

"Who is Er?"

Facing such admiration from the other party, Xu Qingxiao was not irritated, he was calm and looked at the other party.

asked.

"I am Chaoyang, the descendant of the first saint in heaven and earth, and the grandson of the saint."

Wang Chaoyang spoke.

Looking at Xu Qingxiao, his words were full of confidence, and seemed superior.

"The first generation of saint descendants?"

Xu Qingxiao was a little surprised.

But Chaoge's voice sounded immediately.

"He's fake."

"The great sage has no offspring."

"Absolutely no offspring."

"If he said he was the successor of a saint, I wouldn't doubt it, but if he dared to say that he was a descendant of a saint, it must be false."

This is the voice of Chaoge.

Immediately, Xu Qingxiao's mind resounded, firmly and decisively.

Just wait for Xu Qingxiao to breathe a sigh of relief.

Wang Wen's voice followed.

"He is not a descendant of a saint, but there is a great possibility that he has a relationship with the great saint, and it is very likely that he has received the inheritance of a saint. Now he is forcibly giving himself the name of a descendant of a saint."

Wang Wen made an inference.

He didn't think that Wang Chaoyang was a holy grandson, but what he could be sure of was that this Chaoyang must have a great relationship with the great sage.

This palace of heaven and earth is hard to explain.

Watching Xu Qingxiao remain silent, Wang Chaoyang spoke again.

"Xu Shouren, you have received the inheritance of the great sage, and now you have reached this level, it is already considered very good."

"But you only got part of the inheritance, not the real inheritance. Relying on the poems and articles of the great sage to become a semi-saint is not enough."

"If you want to become a sub-sage, you have to realize yourself and go out of your own way, instead of imitating a saint."

"Once I bow to me, I will accept you as my disciple. From now on, you will be my disciple of Wang Chaoyang, and also a disciple of the great sage. You must truly pass on the future Confucianism and Taoism under your control."

Wang Chaoyang spoke from above.

His words were full of arrogance, and this old-fashioned look made people extremely uncomfortable.

"The poems of the great sage?"

Xu Qingxiao frowned. He looked at Wang Chaoyang with some doubts in his eyes.

Wang Chaoyang was not wrong, he was indeed inherited by the Great Sage, and he was the Palace of Heaven and Earth Literature, not poetry and articles.

"Is not it?"

"Every famous poem you wrote through the ages, as well as parallel prose and famous quotes, are the words of the great sage."

"But you are very smart. You understood the sage's poems and articles, so you modified them a little to conform to the current literary world and refined them."

"It is precisely because of this that I am willing to accept you, because in my opinion, although you were blinded by fame in front of you, you gradually wake up later, and you made a great oath to set up your heart for the world and the people. Fate."

"If you don't understand the core idea of ​​my grandfather, I will never let you go based on what you have done."

Wang Chaoyang's words seemed condescending.

It is believed that the articles and poems written by Xu Qingxiao are all plagiarized.

And the ones who copied were all great sages.

Facing Wang Chaoyang's remarks.

Everyone looked at Xu Qingxiao, curious as to what choice Xu Qingxiao would make.

In the chaos of the palace.

Xu Qingxiao can already confirm that this guy is purely an egomaniac, and he is the kind of young man who insists on pretending that he is old-fashioned and disgusting.

"Xu Shouren."

"The opportunity has been given to you, don't miss it, otherwise, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Wang Chaoyang spoke again.

High above.

Give Xu Qingxiao a chance.

In the palace.

Xu Qingxiao soared into the sky, he looked at Wang Chaoyang, and then at the Three Thousand Great Confucianists.

Then he spoke softly.

"Sabi."

After saying two words, everyone was stunned for a moment.

People don't know what it means, but somehow feel that this word is not a good word.

But many great scholars can instantly understand the meaning of Xu Qingxiao's words.

They are great Confucianists, so they naturally know the meaning of words.

"presumptuous."

"It's a big treason."

"Insult to the grandson."

"Sin deserves death."

Three thousand Great Confucianists spoke in unison, their voices were deafening.

And Wang Chaoyang's gaze also turned cold instantly, but his face was not so ugly, he just looked at Xu Qingxiao.

There was coldness in his eyes.

"Noisy."

Xu Qingxiao let out a loud roar, and the might of the semi-saint permeated, suppressing the three thousand Confucian scholars.

"A group of rotten fish and shrimps dare to come to Da Wei to despise the Holy One?"

Xu Qingxiao said coldly, are the Three Thousand Great Confucians very powerful?After all, they are just a group of Confucian scholars.

Isn't it three thousand and a half saints?

The terrifying holy power permeated the air, and Zhao Yang immediately released his own holy power, suppressing Xu Qingxiao's holy power on the spot.

The opponent is Yasheng.

Xu Qingxiao is a semi-saint, and the confrontation between the two is already considered very strong.

"Xu Shouren."

"This sage gave you a chance, don't disappoint this sage's kindness."

Wang Chaoyang spoke again, giving Xu Qingxiao a second chance.

"Shut up for me."

Xu Qingxiao spoke indifferently. He looked at Wang Chaoyang with disdain in his eyes.

"After what saint? What grandson?"

"You are also worthy of a grandson? You said that the great saint is your grandfather, and the great saint is your grandfather?"

"It's ridiculous."

"What do these poems and articles have anything to do with the Great Sage?"

Xu Qingxiao sneered endlessly. He respected the Great Sage, but the problem was that these poems could not have been written by the Great Sage.

Moreover, the person in front of him is absolutely impossible to be the holy grandson.

"Xu Shouren."

"At this time, you don't have to struggle with your mouth."

"My sage said that I won't get entangled in this matter, and I also appreciate your talent. Writing the meaning of the great sage in a different way is also promoting my grandfather's learning."

"This sage is not as narrow-minded as Zhu Sheng's lineage, so don't get angry. I said that as long as you worship me as your teacher, you will be the master of Confucianism and Taoism in the future."

"This saint was born this time to save the common people in the world, not to compete with you for power."