Zhang Mansion, in front of the door.

There are thousands of people everywhere, gather here.

Everyone separated from each other, gave up the road of peace and prosperity, and looked at Zhang Bairen, who was as beautiful as jade and was in the wind.

suddenly.

Four white clothes came slowly from the end of the road, one old man and three young men.

The old man was about seventy years old, but he was straight, with his hands on his back, his eyes were full of spirit, his face was majestic, and his body had a strong bookish spirit.

The three young men also had a good appearance, followed closely behind the old man, and all their eyebrows were proud.

In a blink of an eye, four white-clothed men had arrived in front of Zhang Bairen.

Wearing a ring crown on the head, a Confucian uniform, and a slogan on the feet, this is a Confucian person.

"What should be come or not."

Zhang Bai's heart was as strong as a mirror, and he was well-known in the literary master in Aolai Country, so he probably had already been passed down to the Tang Dynasty.

Even some great scholars dare not call themselves the master. He is a yellow-haired boy, but he is known as the master of the literary world. How could Confucianism ignore it?

"You are Zhang Bairen?"

Behind the old man, a young man looked at Zhang Bairen and said arrogantly: "I can't even polite when I see the Master!"

Zhang Bairen did not care about the words of the young man, but looked at the old man. The fragrance of books was difficult to hide, and he had the style of a great scholar. It seemed that the Tang Dynasty was very concerned about him.

Zhang Bairen knew exactly how much he was, and at best he was just a copy of the official.

How can it be compared with the great scholar?

"Student Zhang Bairen, I have met Master."

Zhang Bairen performed the etiquette of the old man.

This scene was not the case in everyone's eyes. Zhang Bairen was polite and knew everything about Aolai's country and the whole country.

However, the people of Aolai Country respect Zhang Bairen.

Now four people suddenly emerged from somewhere. Grandmaster Zhang, who came here to scold them, was still arrogant.

Zhang Bairen may not care, but his fans can't stand it.

"The ignorant students who came here dared to speak like this to Grandmaster Zhang! They really lost all the faces of thousands of students."

"In the literary world, there is no order of learning, and those who are good at learning are teachers. If you are students, you will not be etiquette of Master Zhang!"

"The barbaric man is also wearing Confucian uniforms. His age is similar to Master Zhang, so why is there such a big gap!"

"It's a scholar who is in vain, tsk..."

......

There were probably tens of thousands of people in front of the Zhang Mansion. Each sentence was to drown the four people from Confucianism.

The young man who spoke just now had a pale face and a red look. He was also a famous talent in the Tang Dynasty and was treated with courtesy, but he did not want to come to the barbarian land of Aolai Country and be scolded like this.

The other two young men also felt uncomfortable, after all, the people brought them with them when they scolded them.

Ten thousand people scolded him. If the old man hadn't heard of it, he looked at Zhang Bairen and nodded, thinking that Zhang Bairen was still a polite person.

"The Master should have come to Aolai Country for the first time. It is better to live in a humble house and students can also ask for advice and study."

Zhang Bairen's every move, every word and action was full of the spirit of great Confucianism, and fully reflected the Confucian etiquette.

There is noisy in front of the door, so it is indeed not advisable to entertain guests. Since the other party is here for him, he just happens to want to know about the affairs of the Tang Dynasty.

"I heard that you are very knowledgeable in the Tang Dynasty. I came to see you. Although I didn't see your talent, I have excellent character. I will enter the palace tomorrow and hope to communicate with you."

Although the old man's words were plain, they were a bit solemn.

The words are over.

The old man turned around and left.

The three young men had long wanted to leave. After all, they were scolded in the street, and some unlearned people were still embarrassed and angry.

He glanced at Zhang Bairen resentfully and quickly followed the old man and left.

"Uncle Fu, close the door, I won't go to the palace today."

Zhang Bairen turned around and entered the mansion.

The Confucians from the Tang Dynasty were still unknown, but they were enemies or friends. The old man had the style of a great Confucian scholar. Zhang Bairen treated him with courtesy and paved the way for him to take root in the Tang Dynasty in the future.

Be polite and treat it with courtesy.

However, Zhang Bairen was still resentful by the three young men behind the old man.

He just wants to go to the Tang Dynasty in the future and be a literary master safely.

study.

Uncle Fu walked in, his face dark and there was a murderous aura in his eyes.

"Young Master, I'll go and kill that man."

The person in Uncle Fu's mouth was obviously the rude young man.

Zhang Bairen was stunned.

"Uncle Fu, don't do anything nonsense. Others say it is reasonable. It is not wrong to see a master with knowledgeable knowledge."

Zhang Bairen was frightened by his heart. Journey to the West was so terrifying that a single word could make Uncle Fu want to kill.

In this Aolai Country, Zhang Bairen felt increasingly insecure. It seemed that he would take the Tianji Ship to the Tang Dynasty as soon as possible.

Although there are many boat tickets for tens of thousands of taels of gold, for Zhang Bairen, a writer of Aolai National University, it is a drop in the bucket.

"Young Master, are you worried about that old man?"

Uncle Fu's face showed a look of arrogance.

"Although that old man has good cultivation, I still don't take a cultivator who refines the gods and returns to the void to heart. If the young master nods, he will kill the old man together."

Uncle Fu has followed Zhang Bairen for many years and knows Zhang Bairen's personality, is easy-going, and treats people with courtesy.

But this doesn't work in today's world!

"Uncle Fu, forget it, you go down and prepare to enter the palace tomorrow morning. If I guess correctly, Your Majesty should send someone tomorrow morning."

Uncle Fu sighed and said, "Young Master is good at everything, but he is too kind and cautious in his actions."

If his young master could practice immortality, he would definitely achieve great success. He could know that his young master had unparalleled plans and had never missed his words.

In desperation, Uncle Fu had to go down and prepare for the matter of entering the palace tomorrow.

Zhang Bairen sat in the study. He thought he could see her today, but he didn't expect that someone from the Confucianism in the Tang Dynasty would come.

After Fu Bo's words just now, Zhang Bairen became more determined to go to the Tang Dynasty and never cultivate immortality.

Ordinary people are just rational. If they are practicing immortality, they will all be cultivators in the future. What if they are not rational?

If you don’t see Uncle Fu’s mouth open, you will kill people, and you will always be in a bunch of trouble.

Being a mortal, having a blessed uncle around you to protect you, and being rich and prosperous for a lifetime is enough.

Uncle Fu was impressed by Zhang Bairen's supreme literary talent ten years ago, and abandoned the life of the King of Mountains and Forests, and followed Zhang Bairen to be a housekeeper.

Zhang Bairen didn't know about Uncle Fu's cultivation, but Uncle Fu said that even the protector of the country in Aolai Kingdom would not take it seriously.

"If you want to see her this time, you will definitely persuade her to give up cultivating immortals, follow her to be a mortal, and live a good life."

"What's the point of becoming an immortal? It's always in seclusion for decades or hundreds of years, boring, how can you come here for three or forty times?"

Zhang Bairen secretly made up his mind that if she agreed to go to the Tang Dynasty with her, then he would not be taking a concubine.

no.

If you don’t take a concubine, what should Yanran do?

It's all twelve, and you'll grow up in a few years.

What do you care about this?

It’s all my fault for Uncle Fu. I’ve been infected, that’s a little luoli!

In a random thought.

Zhang Bairen fell asleep in the study.

The door slowly opened, Uncle Fu walked in, looking at Zhang Bairen's sleeping soundly, his eyes full of admiration and respect.

"Young Master, you are talented and intelligent, but why don't you understand that only by being strong in this world can you avoid good or bad luck."

"Even if you go to the Tang Dynasty to live a mortal life, you still need to strengthen yourself first!"

Fu Boyu talked earnestly to himself, then opened the bookcase, took out the Three Kingdoms written by Zhang Bairen, and read it with relish.
Chapter completed!