The Confucian scholars blushed and slapped the table like they were injected with chicken blood: "What is this Bai Xiaosheng? Just a jumping clown who writes novels. How can he deserve such praise from His Majesty?"

"That's right! Brother Chu said exactly what Bai Xiaosheng is in front of us Confucian scholars. He uses a novel to deceive people who have robbed the world and robbed their reputations!"

"Yes, I also wrote about the taboo love of a shemale demon. It's simply no limit. How can humans and demons fall in love?"

"Demons and monsters are all humans. Wouldn't they make people laugh out loud?"

...

Seeing the arrogant appearance of these Confucian scholars, the rest of the people in the restaurant couldn't help but frown slightly. Among the restaurant, there were also many readers and fans who read "The Legend of the White Snake".

At this moment, watching them slander Bai Xiaosheng and "The Legend of the White Snake" here openly, they suddenly felt uninterrupted. The people they liked naturally couldn't help but stand up and refute them: "I think you Confucian scholars are drinking too much, so they are talking nonsense here."

"Do you understand "The Legend of the White Snake"? Have you finished watching it?"

"That's right! I'll slander others without even finishing reading."

"I think you are clearly jealous of His Majesty's praise for Bai Xiaosheng!"

...

Upon hearing this, the four Confucian scholars sitting there drinking were immediately angry, turned their heads and glared at the fans of the "Legend of the White Snake" who were debating, and spoke with disdain: "What do you grass people who don't know a few big words?"

"He published an unbearable novel about the love between humans and demons. In addition, what poems have he written? What articles have he written? Does he understand our Confucian classics?"

"Bai Xiaosheng will also write some eye-catching urban novels, Confucian scriptures, articles, poetry, books, rituals and music, what do he know?"

"Brother Chu said it well, Bai Xiaosheng is a person who deceives the world and has lost his luck, and he has only received praise from His Majesty!"

...

The readers and fans of "The Legend of White Snake" standing next to him looked at each other and stared at the four Confucian scholars with anger. The other party criticized Bai Xiaosheng and "The Legend of White Snake" as worthless. This is equivalent to someone in later generations scolding idols in front of fans. How can they bear it? He immediately started to speak up: "You Confucian scholars will show off their verbal powers here. We are not reading Confucian scriptures and poems. We are reading novels. You Confucian scholars have never even written novels. What qualifications do you have to comment?"

"Who can't speak your mouth? You have to be able to do it. You can write a novel and see if His Majesty will praise you too?"

"You incompetent Confucian scholars are clearly jealous of Bai Xiaosheng's reputation and slandering others in private!"

...

Looking at the readers and fans of "The Legend of the White Snake" that were spoken in front of them, the drunk Confucian scholars in front of them couldn't help but get furious. This clearly meant that they felt the pain in their hearts.

Drunk, they snorted coldly, and their literary spirit was rippling. As the Confucians, they had their own means. As they were thinking, the literary spirit turned into physical characters and smashed them towards the readers and fans in front of them, which made the latter panic: "What are you bold Confucian scholars doing? Are you not afraid of the patrol guards to pursue the city guards?"

The four drunk Confucian scholars looked at each other, but laughed loudly, and spoke with disdain: "What are you grass people?"

"We are Confucian scholars in the Imperial College, and we don't know how much more expensive than you!"

"Even if the patrol guards come, they won't do anything to us. I'll just teach you guys who are mean."

...

Just as the Confucian scholars were rippling with literary spirit and expressions were rampant, a contemptuous voice came from beside them: "Is the Confucian scholars in the Imperial College like you?"

When a few Confucian scholars who were drinking were furious when they heard these contemptuous words, they turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound. But they happened to see a young man with a pretty face sitting against the window, holding a glass of wine in his hand, and looked at them with a mocking look, which made them furious: "Who are you? What qualifications are you to comment on the Confucian scholars in the Imperial College?"

"I am just a drinker." Looking at the angry Confucian scholar, Mo Yu couldn't help but chuckled. Just as he was sitting next to him drinking, he heard the arrogant words of these Confucian scholars and criticized him in front of him, the author of "The Legend of the White Snake". The tiger did not show his power and really thought he was a sick cat: "I just didn't expect that I could meet a few dogs barking there when I was barking, and I had no ability. I was jealous of other people's reputation and gave empty talk. It was really annoying to see that Imperial College could have produced such a person as you..."

These words completely angered the four Confucian scholars in front of them. They couldn't help it. Their literary spirit surged and directly used the Confucian method: "Bold, what are you?"

"Don't be ruthless! Do you dare to insult the Confucian scholars in our Imperial College?"

"Today I will let you see the methods of our Confucian scholars. You, a grass man, have not kneeled down..."

As the literary spirit surged, it directly turned into the word "kneeling", and pressed towards Mo Yu with invisible pressure, as if there were a few huge rocks on his shoulders, which gave him the feeling that it was probably in the late stage of foundation building.

If it were an ordinary person, under these Confucian methods, he would probably have been unable to withstand the pressure and fell to the ground.

Unfortunately, Mo Yu's current cultivation level is half a step in the Golden Pill. How could he do anything to him in the later stage of foundation building?

The four Confucian scholars who were waiting to see him look ugly soon discovered something was wrong. Mo Yu sat in his original position, his body did not move for a moment, and seemed to feel no pressure at all.

The scene in front of him made the four Confucian scholars change their faces slightly, and they look at Mo Yu with a little suspicion, and they are shocked. The other party is fine? How is this possible?

Mo Yu looked at the four Confucian scholars with a contemptuous look and gestured at them: "There are these methods for your Confucian scholars in the Imperial College?"

Looking at Mo Yu, who was sitting quietly in his original position and raised his middle finger at them, the cultural spirit turned into the word "kneel". The Confucian scholar who attacked him turned cold and his literary spirit rippled. He shouted loudly: "Kneel! Kneel! Kneel! Kneel! Kneel! Kneel down for me!"

Three consecutive words "kneeling" condensed from the literary spirit and pressed towards Mo Yu, who was sitting by the window. The invisible pressure suddenly soared, four times as much as before, as if thousands of kilograms of stones were pressed down on his shoulders.

Mo Yu drank a sip of wine with a normal expression, and his expression was leisurely. Instead, the warrior scholar who took action was sweating and mobilized his literary spirit, but he could not do anything to him.

Seeing this scene, readers and fans of "The Legend of the White Snake" standing next to him felt extremely relieved. These crazy Confucian scholars finally got to the point. They only hope that Mo Yu, who was sitting by the window, could repair these crazy Confucian scholars hard.

Under the pressure of the three words "kneeling", Mo Yu looked at the Confucian scholar who was sweating on his forehead and exerted all his strength. He smiled and said slowly: "Look at your strength to eat, I'm worried that even the fart will pop out..."

The Confucian scholar who was fully mobilizing his literary spirit heard this and said in shock: "Be careful, this guy has some tricks, he is definitely not an ordinary person!"

After receiving a reminder from his companion, the other three Confucian scholars looked at each other and quickly reacted. Two more Confucian scholars mobilized their literary spirit and took action directly.

"Don't be arrogant, you guys, we still have three people. Let you see the magical means of our Imperial College, bind! bind! bind! bind!" One of the Confucian scholars shouted in a low voice, and the word "bind" flew out, turning into a rope as thick as a thumb and tied to Mo Yu's body. The latter took a sip of the wine in the glass, opened his mouth and spit out, and under the control of the Kui Shui Zhenjue, it turned into a water snake and whistled out.

"Station! Station! Station!" Another Confucian scholar mobilized the literary energy on his body and shouted loudly at Mo Yu. The literary energy turned into three words "Station" and flew out, falling towards Mo Yu, carrying an invisible binding force, trying to set his body.

The spiritual energy on Mo Yu's body surged, and the realm of the half-step golden elixir brought him powerful strength. The Confucian sect's cultural and qi-making methods are no better than the magical powers of cultivators fighting, and they are not good at fighting. It is no problem to deal with some ordinary people or practitioners with a lower level of cultivation. It does not have much effect on cultivators like him at the half-step golden elixir realm. Just relying on the spiritual energy on his body to protect the body, you can directly fight them.

Mo Yu thought, and with the help of the power of the Kui Shui True Art, he directly controlled the wine tail that turned into a water snake and smashed the rope transformed into a literary qi. The magic was broken, and the Confucian scholar who activated the literary qi turned pale and suffered a considerable backlash.

Seeing Mo Yu easily dealing with the successive attacks of several Confucian scholars alone, the other readers and fans of "The Legend of the White Snake" standing next to him could not help but shout for him: "Okay! Brother, you did a pretty job!"

"You shouldn't be polite to them!"

"These Confucian scholars are arrogant and look not very strong. Now they have finally met an expert!"

...

The expressions on the faces of the four Confucian scholars suddenly became extremely ugly. They understood that they met a tough guy today and had provoked the wrong person. They originally wanted to teach each other a lesson, but now they are in a difficult situation.

Mo Yu chuckled and said with a contemptuous look: "This is your Confucianism method? It doesn't look very good!"

The Confucian scholars were so embarrassed that they gritted their teeth and said, "Although you have a high level of cultivation, we are just ordinary Confucian scholars in the Imperial College. I don't know how many senior brothers are better than us!"

"That's right, forgive me if you have to!"

"Your Excellency should not do things too much, otherwise our Imperial College is not a vegetarian!"

"You can't do anything to me when I sit still. Now they have the face to show off the "Imperial College" to threaten me?" Looking at the gloomy faces of the Confucian scholars, Mo Yu sneered, "A group of people who bully the weak and fear the strong are really ridiculous..."

Then, Mo Yu picked up the wine glass on the table and threw it directly at the four Confucian scholars.

Under the true secret of Kui Shui, the wine directly turned into a bunch of water droplets and splashed, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, like a strong bow and crossbow, which changed the faces of the Confucian scholars in front of him, mobilizing their literary spirit, and quickly shouted.

"The cultural qi turns into 'armor'!" The cultural qi turns into sturdy armor to block the four Confucian scholars.

However, under the splashing wine beads controlled by the Kui Shui True Art, it was like thin paper, with no resistance at all.

The moment they were contacted, they were dispersed into literary energy, and fell on them with the remaining kinetic energy, bombing them away, and hitting heavily onto the stairs on the second floor, becoming a rolling gourd, rolling all the way down with the screams.

Mo Yu patted the dust on his hands, smiled at the readers and book fans of "The Legend of the White Snake" next to him, and said softly: "You guys keep drinking, I have driven away a few barking dogs."

Readers who had previously argued with the four Confucian scholars heard this and looked at each other, couldn't help laughing: "Thank you, brother, for helping me."

"This kind of Confucian scholar is just a burden, it's so satisfying."

"This Confucian scholar in the Imperial College has always been arrogant, so someone like his brother Tai must be punished."

...

The four Confucian scholars who were drawn down the stairs with a glass of wine were speechless.

Amid the laughter of the guests on the second floor, they covered their faces with sleeves and left here in shame, without seeing their previous arrogant attitude.

After suffering such a setback at Mo Yu's hands, the four Confucian scholars returned to the Imperial College in shame. The Confucian shirts on their bodies looked particularly embarrassed and covered with a lot of dust.

Seeing the embarrassing appearance of the four of them, many Confucian scholars in the Imperial College showed a look of surprise on their faces, and they couldn't help asking: "Brother Chu Han, why did you become so embarrassed after you go out?"

"It looks disheveled, which is a disgrace to the demeanor of our Confucian scholars in the Imperial College!"

"Brother Qiao Shi, looking at the smell of alcohol on you, can you be drunk?"

"I can't tell the difference between the south, south, west and north, and it's like this. If the Confucian masters in the Imperial College see this, you will be punished to copy the Confucian scriptures!"

...

After hearing these words, the four Confucian scholars in front of them looked at each other, remembering that they had been humiliated in Mo Yu's hands before, and a look of shame appeared on their faces.

The culprit that caused all this was the "Legend of the White Snake" written by Bai Xiaosheng. If it weren't for the broken novel written by the other party, they wouldn't have encountered such humiliation, and they would have even more hated Bai Xiaosheng.

For a moment, there were a lot of vicious tricks in their hearts. As for Mo Yu, who beat them down the stairs with a glass of wine, they also held a grudge in their hearts, preparing to find a few senior brothers and find out before they can get the place back.

"This matter is hard to describe. Thank you for your concern. I don't know where Brother Wen and Brother Li are? We have to discuss with them if we have something to do..."

Chu Han said.

Several Confucian scholars standing next to him looked at each other, but no classmates rushed to ask them about the whole story, and after telling them where the senior brothers were.

They turned around and said goodbye, returned to their residence to change their clothes, and hurriedly went to pay homage to the two senior brothers Wen and Li.

The Imperial College is the highest academic institution in Chang'an, the Tang Dynasty, and there are countless scholars and other scholars. Many court officials come from here, and even the children of some ministers like to put them here to cultivate their culture and increase their talents.
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