In the atrium of Huangshan Academy, there are three men wearing Confucian robes sitting upright at the stone table. A young Confucian scholar took out the black and white endgame that had not yet been finished. A young Confucian scholar put a food box and arranged four exquisite dishes in an orderly manner, a lotus seed egg custard, a steamed bear's paw, a vegetarian fried spring sprouts, a stewed beef onion, and finally a pot of pure plum blossoms.

"Teacher, Master, Uncle Third Master, please use it slowly." Two young Confucian scholars poured three glasses of wine, packed up the food box and prepared to leave.

"Let's go." Yuwen Changqing suddenly called out to Confucian scholar and suddenly asked: "Why do today's dishes come from elsewhere?"

The two Confucian scholars looked at each other, and one of them said aggrievedly: "Report to the uncle of the master, today we had already ordered Fuyuan Inn to prepare dishes, but suddenly we met a gangster in the world. He... He was humiliating and calling us hypocritical hypocrites. We had a dispute with him. Unexpectedly, he drew his sword to face him. When we remembered the teacher's teachings, we should not see the unreasonable person, so we tolerate leaving."

"But I have also taught you that whenever you encounter an unreasonable person, you can be polite first and then soldiers when necessary. He has drawn his sword to threaten him. Why do you want to let him go?" The person who spoke was Liu Bojun, the second in command of Huangshan Academy. He was wearing a brown robe with a tuft of short jaws and a neatly tidy beard. He was disguised as a very solemn, his voice was dull and he was not angry.

After being trained like this, the two Confucian scholars bent their waists lower and quickly complained: "We want to get angry, but today we went down the mountain to get the food, and we didn't wear a sword. And the man said he had a backer in Yuzhou City--"

"Absurd! Is Huangshan Academy no longer majesty in Yuzhou City?" Liu Bojun said.

The two Confucian scholars quickly admitted their mistakes, "The students handled this matter improperly! I hope the teacher will punish you!"

Yuwen Changqing spoke up to smooth things out: "It is no wonder that people in the martial arts world are rude and rude. The two students are willful and humble, but they are more in line with etiquette. There is no need to punish or something, just pay attention next time."

"Students should listen to the teacher and uncle's teachings." The two Confucian scholars bowed deeply and planned to leave. At this time, a book boy ran into the courtyard and shouted:

"Teacher, teacher! There is a distinguished guest here!"

"Why is the place of elegance noisy?" Liu Bojun said.

Shutong pouted and felt aggrieved on the side: "It was said by Master Third. When he met a knight named Yan, he would tell him as soon as possible when he met a giant sword."

"Oh? Is Brother Yan here?" Yuwen Changqing stretched his neck and looked out.

"Brother Yuwen, long time no see."

Yan Yunting walked down from the corridor and waved to Yuwen Changqing to say hello. But when he saw the two Confucian scholars standing in the pavilion, he instantly narrowed his eyes. Aren’t they the arrogant and domineering Qin Guangtai and Xu Shun'an in Fuyuan Inn?

It’s really a narrow road for enemies!

The two Confucian scholars also recognized Yan Yunting and exclaimed: "Teacher, this person is the gangster who insulted us in the inn!"

Liu Bojun instantly raised his face, and he was arrogant without anger, and he became more powerful when he was angry!

Yan Yunting responded coldly, "You two are afraid that they have said the wrong thing. I scolded you, but I didn't scold Huangshan Academy... Besides, weren't you throwing a hundred taels first and asking the girls who are singing to accompany you to drink? They are so romantic and so arrogant!"

After Yan Yunting said this, Liu Bojun's face became darker. He glanced at the two Confucian scholars: "Is this really the case?"

The two Confucian scholars quickly lowered their heads and explained far-fetchedly: "We just look at the girl's versatility. Isn't our academy about to hold a plum blossom appreciation party? We thought we were making friends with the girl and invited her to Huangshan Academy to offer...sing--"

"Absurd! How can a woman in the wild go to the hall? Where is the academy?" Liu Bojun slapped the table and scared the two Confucian scholars to kneel down and beg for mercy: "The student knew that he was wrong and was willing to accept the teacher's punishment!"

Liu Bojun said sternly: "The Book of the Three Rites" was punished ten times each, and there was no food allowed on the pavilion for three days, so leave!"

"Thank you for your punishment..." The two Confucian scholars leaned over and said goodbye.

Yan Yunting was a little panicked. Liu Bojun's strict education is famous all over the world. When he saw him today, he was very appropriate in terms of majesty, conversation, and even appearance. He was afraid that he would not like him well if he scolded Liu Bojun's student.

Sitting at the stone table, the one who has not spoken was Wei Yingzhou, the leader of the "National Mourning" in the Confucian Sect, the second-ranked "National Mourning" in the top ten famous swords.

Wei Yingzhou was wearing a green Confucian robe and had two beards on his mouth. Although he was middle-aged, he was still graceful and gentle, and he tasted the dishes leisurely, chewing them carefully and swallowing them slowly. He knew what had just happened but was calm about it.

Knowing the worldly but not the worldly, being in the world but not the worldly, is a true and true sage of Confucianism.

It is rare for Yan Yunting to admire him at first glance, and Wei Yingzhou is definitely one of them.

"Brother Yan, they are all students who have not yet emerged from the cottage. Please forgive me if you offend me?" Yuwen Changqing apologized with his fists.

Yan Yunting waved his hand and said, "I dare not take it or not. I am also impulsive in the inn. I shouldn't draw my sword to scold people. Oh... my bad temper is sometimes hard to change!"

"Brother Yan, don't stand there either. Take your seat quickly. I will introduce my two senior brothers to you." Yuwen Changqing invited.

Yan Yunting said modestly: "I am just a rude, how can I be ashamed to sit with all the wise men of Confucianism?"

"You're just talking about this, or do you think you look down on us?"

Yuwen Changqing said this, and Yan Yunting didn't dare to be polite, but he was still a little restrained. These people in front of him were famous scholars all over the world. It was rare to be able to eat with them on the same table!

Yuwen Changqing enthusiastically introduced Wei Yingzhou and Liu Bojun to Yan Yunting, and then grandly introduced Yan Yunting: "Two senior brothers, he is what I often mention to you, the new Guiguzi, Zhaodan Sword Master, Yan Yunting."

Yan Yunting waved his hand quickly, "I don't dare to be it, I'm just an unknown little man who picks up bargains, and I'm not worthy of the title of "Guiguzi" for the time being."

"Humility is a good thing. Too modest can seem hypocritical. Young Master Yan was recognized by Su Zhen at a young age. I think there must be something amazing. I wish you a cup."

Liu Bojun picked up the wine glass and drank with Yan Yunting.

Wei Yingzhou personally filled a glass of wine for Yan Yunting, and only gently spit out four words: "The future is promising." After saying that, he raised his glass to drink together again.

"Brother Yan, let's just say it casually," Yuwen Changqing raised his glass to drink, and then smiled and said, "Since you go to Chang'an, many interesting things must have happened. To be honest, I'm just waiting for you to tell us a story?"

Yan Yunting said bitterly: "It's really interesting, so interesting that I'm a traitor who everyone calls me to beat..."

"Since ancient times, those who are worthy of the word "traitor" are either heroes or powerful officials. This title is extraordinary."

"I hope it's better."
Chapter completed!