Indoors, Kong Lianyu fights against the scholars, but no one notices the arrival of Liu Wen and others.

Finally, Lang Yuncong couldn't bear to see it anymore. He stood at the door and slapped his high fives. The crisp applause interrupted the noise of everyone. Everyone turned their heads and showed joy:

"Agu is here, it is Agu is here!"

"Agu, long time no see."

"How do you feel when studying around the country? Did the style of the country fascinate you?"

Liu Wen did not have the air of Prince Huan here. He walked in and shook his shoulder and shook his cloak. At the same time, a servant stepped forward and quickly caught him.

During this period, Liu Wen did not look back, which was obviously something that people were used to.

Lang Yuncong politely greeted Wang Qilin into the house, and everyone's eyes were focused on Liu Wen, so no one noticed him for a while.

Except for one person.

Wang Qilin and these rising stars are not the same as those of the rich, so no one pays attention to him just in line with his wishes.

But after he stood still, he noticed keenly that he was staring at him.

So he quickly turned his head and saw a handsome and gentle face.

He met Li Mao again.

Li Mao nodded to him with a smile.

Wang Qilin smiled politely, but both of them could feel that they were smirking each other.

A fake smile doesn't cost money and does not consume emotions, so Wang Qilin smiled at him again.

The two laughed at each other from a distance, and the maids around them sighed secretly, but it was a pity that the two great mentors B.

Of course no one dared to show a strange look on his face.

Those who can be chosen to come to serve people here are all professionally trained. Unless they can't help it, they will always have a warm and humble smile on their faces.

Liu Wen exchanged greetings with the scholars who were familiar with him, and then walked to Li Mao and chatted with him for a few words.

He also introduced Wang Qilin and Li Mao, and said, "When I was young, I first entered the capital, and my senior brother led me to study and do academic research. At that time, the teacher wanted to write books and had no time to take care of us naughty boys. They were all the first-class senior brothers who were teaching us. At that time, we all called my senior brothers as young men."

Wang Qilin suddenly realized that the top scholar was also a student who went out of the Imperial College. No wonder he was able to be the top scholar in high school. This is certainly related to knowledge, but it is definitely related to human nature.

Li Mao humbly pushed him, and Wang Qilin's eyes turned straight as soon as he spoke.

The sound is mellow and beautiful.

There are many men in the world, but few people can make such beautiful sounds.

Wang Qilin happened to hear that Huang Junzi went to the hospitality temple to find him a few days ago, but was besieged by the hospitality temple guards. Someone misinterpreted his words and asked the guards to kill Huang Junzi.

He remembered it very clearly that the person who misinterpreted his words made this sound!

Li Mao has been designing him quietly!

Liu Wen didn't know these things, so he introduced Wang Qilin to everyone on his own.

Among them, there were no Zhu brothers who were in charge of Huai Jin, which made Wang Qilin feel deeply regretful. He wanted to help Xu Da examine the reality and depth of his love rival.

A pretty boy smiled and said, "I have seen Lord Wang for a long time. Lord Wang's words, 'The world laughs at me so crazy, I laugh at me so hard that I can't see through it' have attracted the teacher's praise."

After he said this, Wang Qilin immediately recalled that he had written a poem outside the city gate on the first day he had just come to Chang'an, but was heard by the old man outside the peach forest.

At that time, the old man praised the art of transmitting the voice to the secret. He knew that the old man had an extraordinary identity, but he did not expect that he was a famous teacher in the Imperial College.

The most uncultivated person here is Wang Qilin, so when he heard the poem "Others laughed at me for being too crazy", he showed strange expressions on his face, urging the beautiful young Tang You to read the whole poem.

Tang Youxuan said: "This poem was written by Lord Wang. How dare I specialize in beauty? Let Lord Wang read it."

Wang Qilin smiled reservedly and said, "Since I have entered the Imperial College, it should only have knowledge and no official title, so don't call me Lord Wang. Besides, I am a Tongwei here, who is the master here?"

"As for that poem? It was not written in the next chapter, but I heard a down-and-out Taoist priest read it while drinking. I just remember it well and felt that the poem was quite interesting, so I remembered it."

The people here are all talented men who have been studying since their mother's womb. When they open their mouths, they will know that there are a few drops of ink in his stomach when they smell it.

The poem "Song of Peach Blossom Temple" is not a famous line for generations and is also a good poem that has led for a while. It is never able to produce its cultural level.

Tang You praised him for being modest, then coughed lightly and pondered: "Taohua Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Fairy in Taohua Temple..."

The same poem, the reading of Confucian scholars who have been immersed in poetry and books for many years, is completely different from reading the reading of the night wild fox Zen like Wang Qilin.

The characters are upright and round, ups and downs, and the sound is pleasant and lingering.

Wang Qilin was amazed in his heart that the sound of reading could sound so good. He made up his mind to let Heidou study hard. If this kid's sound of reading was not so good in the future, he would use the little whip turned into a eight-meow tail to slap him!

He applauded after listening to it because he had never heard such a nice sound of reciting poetry.

But the reactions of others were completely different. Kong Lianyu shook his whisk and shook his head, "A good poem, Naihe has been read by Tang You."

Tang You also said, "I'm just driving the ducks to put them on the shelves. In fact, this poem is better for Lord Wang. Lord Wang, don't be humble or refuse. Just read this poem."

Wang Qilin was embarrassed. He felt that the taste of reading this poem was much worse than that of Tang You, so Tang You said this, which made him wonder if this kid wanted to put himself on the fire.

Fortunately, Lang Yuncong gave him a tip: "You have heard that old Taoist recite this poem. Do you still remember his expression when he recited the poem?"

Wang Qilin understood.

Tang You's voice in poetry was very beautiful, and his rhythm was well grasped, but he had no emotions.

He thought it was good because he had never heard of professional students reciting poetry. The students here were the opposite. They read poetry and lyrics like this every day, so they felt that they were the same and had no beauty.

So he bowed everywhere and walked out and recited: "Taohua Temple in Taohuawu, and Taohua Fairy in Taohua Temple."

From this sentence, he put his emotions into his hometown, the small village called Dawang Village in Paifang Township.

There is nothing good about the small village, the houses are small, the fields are barren, the rivers are few, and the people are in love, but there are peach forests, apricot trees, and cicadas.

That's my hometown.

"The peach blossom immortal planted peach trees, and picked peach blossoms and exchanged them for wine."

"I just come to sit in front of the flowers when I wake up, but I still come to sleep in front of the flowers when I wake up."

He thought that if he no longer became an official, he would bring Sui Sui, Ba Miao, and Jiuliu back to his hometown, and then draw a peach forest, buy some land, plant his peach trees and drink his wine, would he live a comfortable life?

Reading poems one by one, the spring scenery of Taoyuan is formed in his heart.

"If you compare flowers and wine with carriages, he will drive me to free."

Until here, Wang Qilin felt a paradise in his heart, but the saying "Others laughed at me for being too crazy, but I laughed at me for not seeing through" changed his mind.

He thought of his experiences since he joined the Tingtianjian.

In fact, he likes this poem very much. Many people feel that he is abnormal. Although the Tingtianjian was founded to protect the people of the world from living and working in peace and contentment, to this day, most people just use it to support their families or make a fortune.

Even if you are serious about being a job, there are only demons who subdue monsters and ghosts who catch ghosts. No one is willing to explore why monsters and monsters appear and whether there is any hidden behind them.

So he is a bit alternative in the Letian Prison. Many people cannot understand his ideas. If you want to be promoted and make money, you should deal with your superiors and make good friends. If you want to protect the people, you should kill monsters and monsters.

In short, why do you need to investigate the case? Why do you need to care about too many other people's business?

It must be in the minds of many people in the Tendering School, and Wang Qilin was a little crazy.

But Wang Qilin could not explain his pursuit. What he wanted was not only to protect the people, but also to be fair!

The original purpose of his joining the Tingtianjian was to investigate what was going on in the earth that he dreamed of from childhood to adulthood, and what was going on in the Creation Furnace.

But as his abilities grew and his official position improved, his pursuit changed.

He wants justice.

Human justice, demons and ghosts.

Most people in his thinking are not on the same level as those in the Resignation Supervision, and they are not on the same level as those in the entire world, demons and monsters.

No one has ever seen through him.

Thinking of this, he finally felt a little excited and left the last sentence alone: ​​"I didn't see the tomb of the heroes of Wuling, and I made the fields without flowers or wine."

His voice fell, and unexpected cheers sounded: "What a poem, what a poem!"

Tang You said depressedly: "Does Lord Wang use me as a stepping stone? This poem will taste only when you read it in your mouth."

Only Li Mao looked at Wang Qilin strangely and asked: "This poem should be a pastoral poem, but why does it smell like bleakness and melancholy in the mouth of Lord Wang?"

Wang Qilin said: "Maybe everyone has different situations and their understanding of a poem is different."

Li Mao said: "Mr. Wang should be the hero who is so proud of the spring breeze. He has seen all the flowers in Chang'an in one day. Since you joined Tingtianjian, you have stepped on the bluestone road and soared into the sky. How could you..."

He noticed that Wang Qilin looked at him wrongly and his words came to an abrupt end.

Wang Qilin asked: "How do you know my experience after joining the Tingtianjian?"

Li Mao smiled freely and said, "This is no secret. Lord Wang is the number one celebrity in the Listen Centre now and is also a topical figure in the entertainment temple. I have already understood your experience clearly in the entertainment temple."

If Wang Qilin doesn't believe it.

Because most of the hospitality temples are high-ranking officials, everyone is well aware of the reason why disasters come from their mouths, and their mouths are tightly closed and they will not gossip about news about an official.

Even if everyone wants to gossip, it is not the turn of gossip. Tongwei really can't get on the table in the reception temple.

Li Mao investigated himself and he immediately understood this.

At this time, a scholar pulled him away and said with interest: "Mr. Wang, I have heard of your reputation. Although our most sage teacher left behind the words "I don't say strange powers and confusing gods," the Doctrine of the Mean also says, learn it, question it, think carefully, distinguish it clearly, and practice it with great effort. But I have made five contacts with ghosts and gods and found that there are indeed ghosts and gods in the world, right?"
To be continued...