Xunzi's evaluation can be said to be quite high.

From Yang Zheng, he even saw his former self.

Speaking of this, Xiao Bai already knew that the teacher decided to accept Yang Zheng as his disciple. Unlike before, he no longer rejected Yang Zheng, but instead felt vaguely happy.

The new junior brother is sandwiched between him and Wen Qing. He looks like each other, and neither is like each other. He is impartial. This is best, but it will not be broken because of one more person involved.

He stood up and said, "Teacher, before you accept disciples, I have to apologize to Yang Zheng first."

This sentence has a profound meaning, which is to imply Xunzi that he is willing to take on the fault of making things difficult for Yang Zheng, so he regards it as his own initiative and takes the blame for the teacher. In this way, Yang Zheng will not take his anger on Xunzi.

Xunzi smiled. It was rare for the second brother to have this intention. "Don't show up again, I have a sense of responsibility. Yang Zheng's condition is very accurate. If you go with me, the scene will only be awkward."

Xiao Bai said in a deep voice: "Since that's the case, I'll go back first and deal with the group of little bastards outside for my junior brother."

After saying that, he stepped out of the house, overlooking Chunyu Qiong and others downstairs, and said in a cold voice: "Writing fifty-six strokes in a row is enough to prove Yang Zheng's talent. There is no need to retrial, you follow me to go back to the school!"

He glanced at Yang Zheng and left with his hands behind his back.

Chunyu Qiong and others dared not to resist their orders. They took advantage of the donkey and followed him in shame.

They were instructed by the Meng family and were full of momentum. They came to humiliate Yang Zheng, and wanted to give him a reputation as a waste who could not even take a pen to vent their hatred for killing Meng Chun.

However, they far underestimated Yang Zheng's strength and methods. In the end, Yang Zheng not only did not get humiliated, but instead took the opportunity to show off his talent and amazed the audience, and would soon be awesome to the capital.

This farce completely made the reputation of the 56 painting students.

After they go back, they have to face Mr. II's investigation and punishment, which is really a matter of stealing the chicken and losing the rice.

In the Tingfeng Tower, Yang Zheng stood up and returned to the private room.

He sat in the seat tiredly, his face slightly pale, "Mr. Niu, you have seen it too. I am exhausted and have no intention of telling stories at this moment. Otherwise, you can rest in the humble house for a night, and we will continue tomorrow?"

Writing fifty-six strokes in a row is his spiritual limit and has become the last of his strength. Not to mention telling stories, if it were not necessary, he would not even want to say anything and would rather fall asleep.

Mr. Niu smiled kindly and said to himself: "I have no eyes. If I had known that you had such a brilliant talent, I would have to persuade you to join a novelist no matter what I said, and I cannot easily trade Yunqi Jue."

Yang Zheng smiled bitterly and didn't have the strength to be polite to him again.

Mr. Niu saw it and stood up and said, "Based on the talents and character you showed, let alone winning the championship in the school, if you have time, your reputation will spread all over the world. Meeting is fate, the mountains are high and the rivers are far away, and we will meet again in the world!"

He looked solemn and bowed to Yang Zheng. He no longer looked down upon him, and he treated him as a hero in the world.

After saying that, he did not mention "Jiang Ye" again and left directly.

He is worthy of being the old world, and this is his cleverness. Before Yang Zheng's story has been finished, he has obtained the complete Yunqi Jue, which is equivalent to owe him a favor.

What is the only story or skill that can make a connection with a peerless genius like Yang Zheng? While Yang Zheng has not yet become famous, he is now in a timely manner and is definitely better than adding icing on the cake.

Making opportunities, this deal is very cost-effective.

There was no outsider in the private room. Yang Zheng lay down on the seat, drowsy, "Li Shu, go to the lobby to stare. When Mr. Han Fei comes back, you will wake me up."

He came to find Han Fei, and never thought that he would encounter so many troubles.

Li Shu happily accepted the order.

After a moment of silence, footsteps sounded in the house. Xunzi walked in with his hands behind his back and sat opposite Yang Zheng as if nothing had happened. He didn't say anything. He picked up the wine jar on the table and drank it on his own with the dishes.

Yang Zheng opened his eyes, too lazy to get up, and said weakly: "Who is your lord?"

Xunzi drooped his eyelids, picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth.

"If I'm not wrong, the magic trick I taught you before will help you with at least twenty more strokes. If you follow that kid's, you will stop..."

He paused a little, recalling the likable poem that Yang Zheng chanted at that time, "There is a horse king in the middle, probably this sentence."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Zheng suddenly stood up, staring at Xunzi as if he had changed his personality, "Are you the old senior who sent messages from the air?"

He heard Xunzi's voice.

"Chengxiang Pian" is difficult and obscure. At first, he thought that the old man deliberately wanted to trick him and prevent him from entering the school. It was not until he picked up his pen and wrote that he was surprised to appreciate the powerful power of this technique.

Xunzi was right, it helped him write at least twenty more.

This is not what he meant to cheat him. It is clearly because the master is secretly helping him, making him show his power today. He is too late to be grateful, so how could he hold grudges again?

He had no idea at this time, and the person in front of him was the famous Xun Sheng.

Xunzi's face flushed, and he drank another sip, saying as if nothing had happened: "I am kind to help you, but you are treated as a villain. I said, should you do something to compensate me?"

Yang Zheng dragged his body and stood up to salute respectfully, "Thank you for your teachings from seniors. I have no choice but to repay you. I beg you to come to the humble house and let me express my gratitude!"

The restaurant has many eyes and is not suitable for detailed discussions. He is willing to repay the old man, and of course, he will get to know him again.

He would never think that "Chengxiang Pian" is just an ordinary trick, and there are many doubts in it, so he had to ask the other party one by one.

Xunzi burped and glanced at him, and his drunkenness began to surge, "Your family won't go. I still lack a little disciple under my disciple. Since you have learned my skills, how many years might you serve me?"

He preached first and then accepted disciples. The old guy had a very good abacus.

Yang Zheng straightened his waist, hesitated for a moment, and said in embarrassment: "I'm not sure about it. This time I came to Linzi, just to enter the academy and practice by being a famous teacher. I already have a partner I like..."

He thought to himself, you sent it to me on your own initiative, and it wasn't me begging you for it, so I can't blame me for this. Besides, I don't even know your name, address, interests and hobbies, so how could I kowtow and become a disciple as soon as I met?

If you are the King of Mountains and I rashly follow the thief, wouldn’t it be a little whirlwind?

"Tell me, who do you want to be your teacher?"

Xunzi flipped his eyelids and wanted to hear which Mao Shen dared to compete with him, the dignified saint.

Yang Zheng replied with a serious expression: "Xun Sheng."

Xunzi was stunned and clicked, and the peanuts sandwiched between his fingers fell to the ground.

Who do I think it is? After talking for a long time, the teacher you want to worship is me!
Chapter completed!