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Volume 1 Chapter 11 Ye Haoran

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    The scenery of Muxi City at night is completely different from that of Autumn Fantasy Spring. It does not appear cold and quiet. On the contrary, thousands of houses are brightly lit, and the candlelight blends into one, even covering up the brilliance of the silver moon.

    It was as lively as celebrating a grand festival.

    "Man can conquer nature."

    Walking on the streets paved with black stone slabs, Chen Shaobai suddenly heard this sentence in his ears.

    Suddenly he remembered the miracle of his soul traveling between two worlds. He understood the power of "Heaven" better than anyone else. When he heard this, his expression became a little strange, he shook his head slightly and continued on his way.

    But what Chen Shaobai didn¡¯t expect was that although his movements were not large, he would be caught in the sight of the scholar in green shirt who lamented that ¡°man can conquer nature.¡±

    The scholar mistakenly thought that Chen Shaobai was denying his own point of view, so he stepped forward, bowed his hands and said: "This dear friend does not seem to agree with my point of view. I don't know what to say. I should be all ears."

    Chen Shaobai stopped and casually observed the young man speaking in front of him.

    The other party is not too old, he must have just reached the age of being crowned. A pair of thick black eyebrows make him look particularly energetic. In this cold and solemn autumn season, he is still wearing light blue clothes and wears a sword decorated with sword robes on his waist.  , the white cocoons on the tiger's mouth and ring finger are thin and dense, the steps are steady, and it is obvious that he has good swordsmanship.

    Business laws are strict, and the restrictions on clothing color are particularly rigid. Common people can only wear black, white and gray clothing, while brightly colored clothing can only be the privilege of nobles, officials, swordsmen, and scholars.  Once violated, the consequences are extremely serious, ranging from being exiled thousands of miles away to being imprisoned for life.

    This young man wears a sword on his waist and is obviously a scholar with a good reputation.

    "I don't take advice seriously, I'm just a hunter in the mountains."

    People were coming and going in the street, and it was noisy and chaotic. Before that, Chen Shaobai didn't hear what the bushy-browed scholar said at all, so now the other party sincerely asked him to give advice, which was just a wink to the blind man.

    So he planned to leave here after a few words casually, so that he could go to Wanji Tower to cash in cash and go home to rest.

    "You are definitely not an ordinary hunter."

    The scholar in green shirt straightened the sword at his waist with a solemn expression.

    As soon as he said this, several young people dressed as Confucian scholars who had listened to his speech before also looked at him with suspicion, but after watching for a long time, they could not see anything extraordinary about Chen Shaobai.

    "Although this person's steps are steady, his face is flawed and disfigured. The internal injuries are either in the heart or the kidneys. It is most likely caused by excessive indulgence. He is fine now, and he can only hold on with a strong foundation. If there is no good doctor to treat him,  , If you continue to indulge your desires, I am afraid that in another two years, your life span will be exhausted and you will die."

    The Confucian scholar who spoke was holding a miniature Bagua disk in his hand. His eyesight was sharp and he could see Chen Shaobai's hidden illness at a glance without any contact. Although it was far from the real situation, it was commendable.

    "A person who indulges his desires and has no self-control is indeed not an 'ordinary' hunter" After a Confucian scholar holding a folding fan finished his sarcastic remarks, he turned to the young man with thick eyebrows and said, "Ye Haoran, sir, I always praise you for your intelligence."  One, I didn¡¯t expect that I can¡¯t even see the person¡¯s background!¡±

    As soon as he finished speaking, another Confucian scholar seconded his opinion: "Chu Sijue, you are wrong to say this. People are not saints, how can anyone be without fault? The fault of not seeing through the fundamentals is not Haoran's fault, it just shows that this person is too good at pretending."

    Regarding the cynicism of other scholars in green shirts, Chen Shaobai looked calm and indifferent and just ignored it. He pressed his index finger on the hilt of his sword and gently polished it, and said to the scholar in green shirts:

    "how you said that?"

    Chen Shaobai felt that he was in a very bad state. He was dressed in nothing more than a plain white shirt. Except for the bronze sword on his waist that had a restrained edge in its sheath, there was nothing outstanding about him.  Now it looks like an ordinary sick man from the outside, and I don't know what the other party's criteria for judging "extraordinary" are.

    "Your Excellency has a clear and clear look in his eyes, unlike ordinary people." The thick-browed scholar seemed unable to suppress the doubts in his heart and asked first, "Although it is a bit abrupt, but dare I ask your Excellency what your name is?"

    "Chen Shaobai."

    "Men should study and learn swordsmanship before they grow old. As for Chen, it's"

    "Chen is Chen who brews old wine from bitter water. When a young man studies and worries about gray hair, he is called Shaobai." Chen Shaobai laughed and interrupted the other party's speculation, "I am from a humble background and am not from the three major families in Muxi City. Brother, there is no need to be blind.  Guessed."

    Although this life has no background at all like the previous one, Chen Shaobai does not feel lost. Instead, he is glad that he can slowly experience the whole world from the bottom.

    ??"Hmph! He's obviously just a idiot, but he insists on pretending to be sophisticated! I'm afraid this person has never even entered a private school for ethnic studies? Ye Haoran, it seems that the more you study in Xianzhou University, the more you return, and you actually know how to do it!  It's a waste of time to talk to this kind of idiot here."

    Holding a folding fan in his hand, Chu Sijue, who looked elegant, seemed to be resentful of being ignored by Chen Shaobai before. Seeing his ridiculous response, he immediately jumped out.

    However, when he mentioned "Xianzhou Academy", although he tried his best to restrain his emotional expression, he still inadvertently revealed a trace of sour jealousy.

    "Noisy!"

    Chen Shaobai¡¯s eyes widened.

    People who have touched lives on their hands often speak and act with an evil spirit, which makes Chen Shaobai feel unhappy. The Confucian scholar who said the evil words only felt his scalp was numb, and he immediately took a step back and shrank his body.

    Realizing his ugliness, he immediately blushed with embarrassment, but his classmates and rivals were in front of him and he didn't want to give in. So he frowned and said: "Now is the Golden Fire Festival. If you are really good at writing, you can do it in autumn."  A rhyme, if it can be done, I, Chu Sijue, will personally apologize. If not, how about you punish yourself by saying 'I'm a idiot' three times?"

    Unknowingly, the concept between a idiot and someone who is good at writing and ink was secretly replaced by him.

    "Chu Sijue, that's enough."

    Ye Haoran raised his thick eyebrows and his voice sounded a little cold. His probing was interrupted. Even though he was well-educated, he felt a little unhappy.

    But due to the friendship between classmates, it was difficult for him to have an attack.  Even if he wanted to save Chen Shaobai, he couldn't find any good way for a while.

    When everyone was a little embarrassed, Chen Shaobai flicked his fingers, recited a strange rhyme, and walked away.

    "The autumn light of red candles paints the screen coldly, and a small light fan flutters at the fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I sit and watch the jade-ringed stars in the cold wind."

    With just twenty-eight words, all the Confucian scholars fell into silence.

    By the time everyone came to their senses, Chen Shaobai had already disappeared.

    Chu Sijue, who had jumped out to make bad words before, looked a little ugly. He shook the folding fan in his hand and opened his mouth like a fish starved of oxygen: "What is this made of? There is nothing suitable for the situation, and"

    "Good! Good! Good! Although it is a little short, the dialogue is very neat, and the reading has a mellow and long charm, which makes it clear!"

    The speaker was the Confucian scholar who had previously said that Chen Shaobai¡¯s face was defective and disfigured. At this moment, he was repeatedly playing with and kneading the Bagua array disk in his hand, which was the size of a mooncake, with an intoxicated look on his face.

    He repeatedly recited Chen Shaobai's pirated copy of "To Autumn", and even smacked his lips after reciting it. He felt as if he had tasted a rare delicacy and felt so comfortable. If there was wine around him, he would immediately raise his glass and drink it all.  .

    The Confucianism of the Shang Dynasty is still quite strong. At least most scholars have not yet learned the ability to confuse right and wrong. In their eyes, good is good and bad is bad. There is no ambiguity.

    Therefore, Chen Shaobai¡¯s poem, which drew on the power of his past life, easily captured everyone¡¯s praise.

    However, these compliments were a slap in the face to Chu Sijue.

    The higher everyone's evaluation of the pirated poem, the paler Chu Sijue's face became. The folding fan in his hand was waving feebly, as if someone had taken out his spine, and his arrogant peacock-like head became rickety.  He lowered his head unwillingly.

    Listening to the classmates whispering about this strange and unprecedented rhythm, Ye Haoran looked at the direction Chen Shaobai left, closed his eyes and thought.

    "Chen Shaobai let's meet Wenbi in front of the emperor."

    The scholar holding the Bagua disk put his hand on Ye Haoran's shoulder and retrieved his drifting thoughts: "Brother Haoran, we just met such a talented person when we visited this city of Mignonette. Rumor has it that Feng  Although the state of swordsmanship is in decline, literature is extremely prosperous, so it seems to be true."

    "At only fifteen or sixteen years old, he already has the strength of a swordsman. With such talent, only my cousin can hold his own. Is Fengzhou Kendo really in decline?" Ye Haoran was silent, but did not say anything about himself.  Take the initiative to test Chen Shaobai's real reason.

    "Hahaha I have learned a lot this time! Everyone, how about we go to Wanji Tower and have a drink?"

    The scholar who seemed to have the ability to read fortune-telling waved the Bagua disk in his hand. As soon as the suggestion was made, it immediately aroused everyone's agreement.

    Chu Sijue felt that he had lost all face, so he found an excuse and left in despair.

    But apart from him, even the aloof and unconventional Ye Haoran was also attracted?Into the team.

    The scholars who were fooled by Chen Shaobai's Chinese poetry became very excited and went to Wanji Tower in groups.

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