I'm about to become an immortal, do you want me to be a prince?

In addition, experience the gathering place of elite students of Datang Dynasty.

Maybe at that time, I will be influenced and inspired by the academic atmosphere of the elite students of the Imperial College, and my ideological realm will be sublimated at once.

Maybe a best-selling book "I Build Spiritual Civilization in the Tang Dynasty" can be brewed on the spot.

Well, good, good!

......

the next day.

Li Mu got up early in the morning, and then faced the mirror, fiddled with for more than half an hour, making himself look handsome.

It's as grand as going to a wedding.

After dressing up, he picked up the pork strips on the table and went out.

Destination, Wubenfang, Guozijian.

At this time, the office of the principal of the Imperial College.

Kong Yingda, Principal Kong, looked at the pork strips on the desk.

The corners of his mouth twitched again and again.

"Is this your Shuxiu?" Old Kong asked with his eyes wide open.

"That's right, Kong Jijiu, this pig was raised by a student himself, it's guaranteed to be delicious!"

In Li Mu's limited knowledge of ancient costume TV dramas, isn't Shu Xiu just pork strips?

That's how it's done on TV.

But looking at Lao Kong's expression now, Li Mu guessed that he might not like pork.

Kong Yingda looked at Li Mu's silly and innocent expression, and her heart was very complicated.

The old man is also a Guozijian sacrificial wine, the blood of Kong Sheng, and one of the eighteen scholars of the Tang Dynasty.

Even if you don't rely on these names, just his "Kong Yingda" is in Datang.

It is synonymous with culture.

It is the human form of Wenquxing on the ground.

It is the crystallization of wisdom.

It is a living humanoid self-propelled library.

He is one of the most authoritative interpreters of Confucius' sayings in the world.

In short, it's right not to explain.

In the end... what the hell is it worth only a strip of pork?

Why do you look down on me, someone Kong?

Gritting his teeth, Lao Kong took a deep breath.

The old man is a man of culture, not as knowledgeable as a kid.

After all, this kid was also introduced by Empress Changsun, so please save face.

So, Lao Kong adjusted his facial expression, trying to make himself look amiable.

"You are Li Mu?"

"Students are."

"Can you compose poetry?"

"Students are dull and not good at poetry."

Originally, as an excellent time traveler, copying poems and so on is basic practice.

It's not easy to just dump him three hundred Tang poems or something.

but!

We are a traveler with integrity and a bottom line, copying poems is too low.

Be honest, be reliable.

So, he directly admitted, I won't!

At this moment, Fu Bo, who was standing beside him, suddenly took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

Pidianpidian ran over and handed it to Kong Yingda.

"Confucius Jijiu, my young master is humble and dare not make a fool of himself in front of Confucius Jijiu. This old slave presents poems on his behalf."

Ok?

Uh-huh? ?

hmmmm? ? ?

When did I write poetry?

Where did Forbe's "poem" come from?

"Fu Bo, where are you from?"

"My lord forgot, when you were in Jingnan the year before last, I occasionally picked up a pen, and the old slaves collected all the works I wrote."

What the hell!

Li Mu was shocked at the time.

Why? When I first came here, sometimes I would pick up a pen to practice calligraphy and learn the advanced postures of Datang.

But the point is, some of these graffiti works are shameful!

Unable to read, Fu Bo thought these were poems.

I brought it here today.

Li Mu's whole body is not well, if there is a song by Lao Huang, "The scent of the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is full of golden armour", then it will be called Chi Ji!

"Uncle Fu, Uncle Uncle, wait a moment, wait a moment, that's not poetry, really not poetry."

Li Mu was about to snatch the paper back, but unfortunately he was a step too late, as Kong Yingda had already taken it.

Spread it out and look carefully.

I saw that Kong Ying's face changed from calm at first, to interest, then to shock, and finally to anger.

Until... Lao Kong covered his chest and yelled.

"Zhuzi, it's really disgraceful, get the hell out of here, old man!"

Then the paper was crumpled up by Lao Kong and thrown at Li Mu.

Li Mu picked it up weakly, and spread it out to have a look.

I saw it written on it.

"People in the world destroy me, bully me, humiliate me, laugh at me, belittle me, belittle me, hate me, lie to me, how should I deal with it?

Just bear him, let him, let him, avoid him, endure him, respect him, ignore him, sleep with his wife! "

puff!

Seeing the last sentence, Li Mu spit on himself.

Quickly put on the paper and ran out of the principal's office as if fleeing.

After running for a long distance, I could vaguely hear Principal Kong's roar of throwing a teacup.

"Zhuzi, what's the difference between you and Cao thief?"

Li Mu said that he was wronged, I am really different from Boss Cao, Principal Kong.

I really don't have that fetish.

You look carefully at my eyes.

Isn't it...very innocent?

Chapter 30 The incarnation of justice, the messenger of light!

"My lord, why is Kong Jijiu angry?"

After getting out of the Imperial College, Uncle Fu asked with a confused face.

Uncle Fu thinks the "poem" written by his young master is quite good!

Very realistic!

"Yuemo is because Kong Jijiu is in a bad mood recently, right? Men, there are always a few days in a month when you are in a bad mood. Uncle Fu, you understand!"

Fu Bo thought about it carefully, when he was young, there would indeed be a few days in a month when he was in a bad mood.

When you are short of money.

So Fu Bo's eyes lit up, and he seemed to have found the problem.

"Young master, let's go back first, let the old slave go to Kong Jijiu to talk."

After finishing speaking, before Li Mu could react, he rushed back to find Kong Yingda.

Li Mu just wanted to call him back, but unfortunately he had already run away.

Shaking his head, he simply ignored it and walked home on his own.

Walking and walking, at the intersection, I saw a group of brats around there.

It looks like a student of the Imperial College.

Li Mu walked over slowly, intending to take a look at these elite students of the Tang Dynasty, what kind of academic research are they doing?

As a result, as soon as he got closer, he heard a loud shout.

"Mother-in-law Cheng Laosan, if you dare to oppose me, I will beat you to death!"

"Yuchi Baolin, you bastard, who dares to bully me, young master, I am at odds with you."

Ok?

Uh-huh? ?

It doesn't sound like academic research.

It looks like they're trying to get into a fight! Damn it!

There is a strong sense of déjà vu of an appointment at the gate of a school for later generations.

Li Mu suddenly fell into deep memories.

Back then... I was also a restless adolescent year full of hormones and nowhere to rest!

It's just that now it's all floating clouds.

It's really touching!

Just when Li Mu was full of emotions, the young men over there finally couldn't bear the impulsive punishment, and the two sides started fighting directly.

It's a pity that the strength of the two sides is too different.

The weak side is purely for being beaten.

"Cheng Chubi, Li Fengjie, are you convinced?"

"Submit your mother!"

That young man named Cheng Chubi looked like a mad dog, with the attitude of biting off a bite of his opponent even if he lost.

The Sao Nian next to him named Li Fengjie was much weaker, being pressed and rubbed on the ground like a dead dog.

There were about four or five people on the other side, and the one who took the lead fell into a big trough.

Li Mu only noticed now that the tonnage of this buddy is twice as large as that of ordinary people.

The comparison of the combat power of the two sides definitely belongs to the Nascent Soul Stage versus the Qi Training Stage.

Li Mu couldn't help giving thumbs up to those two young men named Cheng Chubi and Li Fengjie, awesome!