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Tang Xiao was a little angry.

But the children of the aristocratic families in the hall all laughed, finding Nan Baoyi very interesting, and even looked at her kindly.

Tang Xiao coughed and began to talk: "There are many hermits today, but I think that anyone with the name of a hermit is a person who is seeking fame and reputation. Because a real hermit will never publicize his reputation. So, like fishermen, woodcutter , cultivators, and other unknown people are the real hermits. Master Jinglian Xiao, this is my argument, can you refute it? "

He shook his tail and straightened his back proudly, obviously convinced that Nan Baoyi could not defeat him.

Xiao Yi knocked on the table.

He looked at Nan Baoyi.

The so-called argumentation requires quoting from scriptures and references to refute the other party's arguments.

Tang Xiao's argument is novel, and I don't know if the little girl can argue with it.

Nan Baoyi is playing with a white jade Ruyi.

Beside her, Poinsettia smiled and held her chin, and whispered: "Can you give me some advice, senior brother?"

Nan Baoyi shook his head.

After thinking for a moment, she smiled slightly.

Her voice was pleasant, like striking gold and jade: "The so-called 'hermit', 'hermit' refers to living in seclusion, and 'shi' refers to scholars. Therefore, the fishermen, woodcutter and cultivators mentioned by Tang Lang did not know the Chinese characters, but only It can be regarded as a 'hermit', but it cannot be called a 'hermit'. Tang Lang was wrong from the beginning."

Tang Xiao was stunned.

He was not convinced and said: "According to what Master Jinglian said, there are rich businessmen who are vulgar, but they are also literate and able to read. If such a person goes to live in the mountains for a few days, is he considered a hermit?"

"No." Nan Baoyi said calmly, "Confucius said: Scholars aspire to the Tao. It can be seen that a true scholar has moral truth in his heart, and has his own family, country and world. The wealthy businessmen listed by Tang Lang only have wealth and glory in their hearts, so how can they Counted as a 'scholar'? Since he is not a 'scholar', he cannot be called a hermit."

Nan Baoyi suddenly looked at Ji Bai and held his hands in respect: "Ji Shanchang is very knowledgeable and has many peaches and plums all over the world. He doesn't care about fame and fortune. I think that only people like you can bear the title of 'hermit'." .”

The hall immediately burst into cheers.

The children of the aristocratic family were extremely excited.

This little Taoist priest looks like a young lady with clear features, beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth, but he didn’t expect that his rhetoric and arguments would be so sharp!

However, he can still make colorful flattery during the debate. Look at Ji Shanchang, smiling from ear to ear, even his beard is standing up!

They were so impressed!

Tang Xiao blushed.

He put away his tail sheepishly, and shyly raised his hand towards Nan Baoyi: "I'm playing with the ax after work. Xiaodao's long words make sense, and I'm convinced by it."

After the words fell, another gentleman from aristocratic family said loudly:

"Let me have a few arguments with the little Taoist Priest!"

Nan Baoyi looked.

The gentleman who spoke had a face as beautiful as a crown jewel, but he was smeared with makeup, wearing a woman's skirt, and had orchid fingers raised, making him look very enchanting.

Poinsettia smiled and said: "The young man of the Da Sima family, his name is Zhou Lingshu. He is good at sophistry and a good man. I am afraid that he is attracted to you by that look in his eyes."

Nan Baoyi quickly covered her chest nervously.

Remembering that she was now dressed as a teenager, she coughed slightly and put down her hands unnaturally: "Do you have any advice, Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Lingshu was leaning behind the table, waving his folding fan, and said with charming eyes: "Every late at night, I feel scared when I sleep alone. There are tens of millions of dead souls in the world, and there are also tens of millions of ghosts. The little Taoist priest can't sleep alone in the middle of the night. Are you afraid of ghosts?"

Ghost theory?

Nan Baoyi thought for a while and answered frankly: "I'm not afraid because I don't believe there are ghosts in the world."

She faced so many corpses in the mine sinkhole, but didn't she come out alive?

However, these words were too shocking.

Everyone looked at her in disbelief.

How could there be no ghosts and gods in the world?

Nan Baoyi continued: "Those who claim to have seen ghosts all say that ghosts wear the clothes they wore during their lifetime. If a person becomes a ghost after death, does the clothes also become a ghost? It can be seen that the theory of ghosts and gods is absurd. Nonsense.”

Zhou Lingshu became interested.

He sat up straight: "What the little Taoist said is wrong. I don't talk about the strange power and chaos of the gods. I respect the ghosts and gods and stay away from them. It can be seen that even the saints dare not make rash assertions that there are no ghosts and gods in the world. What's more, if there are no ghosts and gods , why should we pay homage to our ancestors?"

Nan Baoyi gently caressed the white jade Ruyi and responded seriously: "I personally think that what we fear is not ghosts and gods. What we fear is the origin and return of human beings, life and death, and the great nature."

The road is natural...

Zhou Lingshu's expression changed slightly.

He closed the folding fan and tapped the low table gently, his face full of contemplation.

After a long time, he solemnly handed over his hand: "Listening to your words is worth ten years of reading. The little Taoist priest has a noble and open-minded mind, and I am willing to lose. I, Zhou Lingshu, am willing to make friends with the little Taoist priest!"

The Zhou family is one of the eight aristocratic families in Chang'an City.

The head of the family worshiped the Grand Sima, and he was quite dignified in the court.

Zhou Lingshu's words were equivalent to raising Nan Baoyi's status in the family.

There were other gentlemen who were eager to try and challenged Nan Baoyi one after another.

But they all failed miserably.

The atmosphere in the hall was lively.

Those husbands had long forgotten about asking for marriage, but they were deeply impressed by the handsome young man in Taoist robes before them, who was as graceful as a white crane, holding a white jade in his hand, with wide sleeves and light weight, and spoke mysteriously!

I really want to make friends!

If they have an older sister, they really want to ask for marriage!

Behind the screen.

Ji Zhenzhen peeked at Nan Baoyi through the gaps in the carvings.

She played with her braids, her face flushed slightly, and she whispered: "Brother Jinglian is really amazing, he made everyone speechless with his arguments."

Ji Bai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Daughter, he is really powerful, but if he keeps talking like this, who can marry you? Only King Yong has not yet appeared, and I don't know how good King Yong is at eloquence..."

Ji Zhenzhen looked at Xiao Yi.

She looked disgusted: "Although he has a good skin, he has a lonely demeanor. He looks like a man who needs to be coaxed. I don't have the patience to coax him. I have seen the gift list, and the gift he gave me was two pairs of gold walking sticks. Gold, that is such a vulgar thing, it is not as good as the hibiscus flower that Brother Jinglian gave me!"

Xiao Yi lowered his eyes and drank tea.

He had good ears and could clearly hear the conversation between father and daughter behind the screen.

The expression is a little subtle.

If nothing else, Nan Jiaojiao is really popular.

It had been so long since he returned to Chang'an, but he hadn't even made any friends from aristocratic families. But when she came, she impressed all the aristocratic families, including the daughter of the head of the humble family, Ji Shanchang!

As if aware of his thoughts, Nan Jiaojiao winked at him provocatively.

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows.

Although he had no intention of asking to marry Ji Zhenzhen, it seemed unjustifiable for him not to show off after being despised by the little girl.

Xiao Yi looked directly at Nan Baoyi and curled his lips: "I have a problem that has been bothering me for a long time, and I would like to ask the Taoist Priest for advice."

Poinsettia choked him mercilessly: "Nothing big or small, some little Taoist priest, this is your little uncle."

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