"Have you heard that? The scared Qiu Sheng woke up."

"He has been fainting for three days. Isn't he just taking the school exam? As for being so scared?"

"Who knows whether it's true or false? But Mr. Zhao's expression was not good that day. I thought he didn't expect such a master to sneak in."

"If you can't handle such a thing well, it's not a trivial matter to be said that Mr. Zhao deliberately makes things difficult for the students."

"It was also that Qiu Sheng was timid. He heard that a great scholar was going to take the school exam and lay down. He heard that he was the head of the Yuanning Mansion test. I really don't know how the head of the case came about."

...

"Oh? The entire inn is circulating, saying that I was afraid that my true colors would be revealed because I was not good at learning, so I was shocked and fainted?"

Drinking the soup and listening to Luo Jiayun's narration, Qiu Yan shook his head.

Three days ago, he came into contact with the flames and fell into the cycle of flames. He realized the way of heaven and humans. His consciousness was gone, and his clone also fell into a coma. That day, Zhao Bingcheng, a Shu scholar invited by Miss Song, gave lectures with various Confucian scholars, saying that he wanted to take the school exam. The misunderstanding of the clone of the scholar was born.

Of course, other Confucian scholars are also indispensable to the inspiration. Since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Some scholars will immediately step on the ground as long as they find the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

"Brother Qiu, I know your knowledge. It was just an accident that day," Luo Jiayun sighed, "It's just that people's words are terrifying, and they are better than floods and beasts. Brother Qiu should be careful in the future."

After hearing this, Qiu Yan said, "Although rumors arose, it is not difficult to calm them down. As long as you show your knowledge, facts are better than words."

Luo Jiayun frowned and said, "What I mean by Brother Qiu is to stop rumors? I am afraid that it will be a mistake. It is better to let things go. Those who are clear will be clear."

Qiu Yan laughed and said, "Brother Luo is too presumptuous. Shu Academy is good at eloquence and good at speaking. If the matter is not clarified this time, it will soon become a defense for Shu Academy people, laughing and joking, showing their wits and becoming anecdotes, but it will be very bad for me and its reputation will be damaged."

This made Luo Jiayun displeased and retorted: "Why are we studying for a false reputation? Brother Qiu's words are too utilitarian."

"Brother Luo, you and I have nominated you for one day. You can use what you have learned to be a master of the world, but if you are promoted and held in the hall, if you have no reputation and even the clerks in the government office cannot control you, how can you benefit the people?"

Qiu Yan knew that Luo Jiayun was unhappy and didn't say much, but just pointed out a few problems.

This loss of reputation seems invisible, but its impact on people is real. Qiu Yan's clone of scholars is of other use and cannot be easily abandoned. This road to imperial examinations must be followed, and reputation and popularity must be accumulated. You cannot let go of bad reputation. A thousand-mile dike is destroyed by an ant hole, and you cannot neglect any of it.

Luo Jiayun shook his head after hearing this.

Qiu Yan didn't insist, so he asked again: "I wonder where Mr. Zhao is now?"
Chapter completed!