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This time the debate lasted for two days. Similarly, it also means that Jiang Lin slept for two days...

Shamelessly rubbing Jiu Yi's thigh, Jiang Linxing opened his eyes loosely, and when Jiang Lin woke up, he realized that the debate was just over.

In fact, Jiang Lin had deliberately fallen asleep before. After all, he was by Mo Li's side, Mo Li would definitely be nervous, and this debate is indeed like a Chinese teacher's lecture. The whole person was too sleepy, so he simply slept. .

After waking up, Jiang Lin thought it was going to rain, after all, there was a dark cloud above his head.

But a closer look, it seems that these are all cultural luck...

The literary movement is the literary movement. After all, the Confucian debates, the convergence of the literary movement is also extremely normal, that is, the cultural movement is a little too much...

Jiang Lin thought that these old Confucian elders would look at him with a contemptuous look of "such a solemn place, you actually fell asleep".

But unexpectedly, Jiang Lin, who was resting on Jiuyi's thigh, let go of his consciousness and found that the Confucian scholars, young and old, all bowed their heads, and even looked extremely embarrassed.

Some of them are still blushing, like blushing, they want to leave, but they feel that if they leave now, it seems even more shameless.

As for the dynasty princesses who served on the side, apart from exhaustion, their eyebrows and faces looked at Mo Li in surprise.

In that surprised gaze, Jiang Lin saw envy and inconceivability, but more of it was the endless worship.

Han Zhe didn't say anything, he began to doubt life again, and even Sikongtu's expression was extremely complicated.

Only Mo Li kneeled and sat beside Jiang Lin obediently, his body next to Jiang Lin, as if looking for a lean against, holding the skirt with his small hands, seeming a little shy.

Jiang Lin looked at Jiuyi, who blinked at Jiang Lin proudly and playfully.

Even without Xinhu Sound Transmission, Jiang Lin immediately understood what was going on.

It turned out that when he was asleep, Mo Li argued that these people were autistic...

Don’t you guys, is this gone?

Jiang Lin feels a little bit at a loss, she should look at Mo Li's demeanor, but helplessly, she is nervous when she is by Mo Li's side...

"Dare to ask the girl, but the Wutong State Ethereal Zong Moli girl."

An old man took a deep breath and slowly got up, breaking the silence on the scene.

They had also heard the word Mo Li before, after all, after the debate of thousands of people in Wutong Prefecture, Mo Li was already famous, especially among the Confucian scholars, who had never heard of a "female master of Confucian awe-inspiring state".

However, many people regard this news as a rumor, and they dare not take it seriously. After all, in order to win the attention of others, what exaggerated things cannot be published by those reporters?

But now, they know that it may be true. There really is a woman who has defeated ten thousand scholars.

Now, even if Mo Li didn't reveal his identity from the beginning to the end, he could still guess it.

"Yes, the younger generation is Moli of the Ethereal Sect."

Mo Li nodded his head and held a gift from the younger generation.

Hearing this woman calling herself "Mo Li", the originally silent little plain completely exploded and fell into discussion again.

Those dynasty princesses looked at Mo Li's eyes with more respect and admiration, while other Confucian scholars were surprised and "sure enough", but also faintly relieved.

It seems that they are comforting themselves: "No wonder this girl is so knowledgeable and profound. It turned out to be an awe-inspiring Mo Li, and it's not too shameful to lose..."

Seeing this scene, Jiang Lin couldn't help laughing. This was not a ridicule. He had a specialization in art. In terms of Confucianism, Jiang Lin also felt that he was really not qualified to laugh at others.

The reason why they laughed is because they had subconsciously acknowledged the existence of such a female master as Mo Li since they "sighed a sigh of relief."

Sikongtu naturally knew this too, and the old man also had the head, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Girl Mo Li also needs to learn?"

Another old man spoke.

The debate has ended, and they acquiesce that they have lost, and continuing to struggle is just taking their own humiliation.

However, they really have a lot of questions to ask for such a young and literate female master.

"Yes." Mo Li nodded, still not noticing that Jiang Lin wakes up and Mo Li's words and deeds are all self-confident and calm, and the kind of toughness that is only a girl.

"Then Girl Moli knows what it represents?"

"Mo Li knows."

"That..."

"Mo Li has a question, I don't know if the husband can answer it."

Old He Zuo Yi said: "Girl, please say it."

"Why are the scholars?"

"The girl's problem is too big, and the old man can only pick a simple overview. It's nothing more than ‘self-cultivation, family governance, country and the world’."

"'Self-cultivation of the family, governing the country and peace of the world'." Mo Li sighed softly, "After all, isn't it also the practice of civil and martial arts for the emperor's family in the ultimate peace of the world?"

"..."

The old man was a little speechless.

【Practicing in civil and martial arts, awarded to the emperor's family. 】

This sentence was the first time he heard it, and he wanted to deny it, but he didn't know how to deny it.

Because he was not a monk, but came from the imperial system, what he ultimately learned was nothing more than entering the court as an official and displaying his skills in the emperor's house, so this little girl was right.

But why are you so uncomfortable?

"Mo Li doesn't think so. There is a sequence of learning about the Tao~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There is a specialization in the art industry, and the first is the teacher.

A three-year-old child knows that ‘a **** must have my teacher’.

Although Mo Li is a female stream, why can't women be a teacher? "

The old man hesitated to speak and stopped, stopped and hesitated to speak.

And Mo Li continued: "For Mo Li, there is no need to grant the emperor's family. What Mo Li learned is nothing more than twenty-two characters."

"What's the word?"

"Set up a heart for the heaven and the earth,

Make a life for the livelihood of the people.

To go to the holy to continue to learn,

Open peace for all generations. "

Mo Li said a word in a soft voice, but it was shocking, and all Confucian scholars were shocked.

Even Jiang Lin was stunned on Jiuyi's thigh.

These twenty-two characters were not taught by Jiang Lin, and Jiang Lin had not mentioned it at all. This was Mo Li's own comprehension.

In other words, this is Mo Li's Confucianism!

In the sky, the sky full of literary luck couldn't be restrained under twenty-two characters, and it turned into a long ink-colored literary dragon descending from the sky, looking face to face with Mo Li.

Slowly, Mo Li stretched out his hand, and that Molong turned into an ink-colored dragon ball for a moment, falling on Mo Li's palm.

Then, in full view, Mo Li leaned down, often stuck in Jiang Lin's arms.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Lin, who had woke up a long time ago, grabbed her tender wrist.

"I want to give this to you."

"Fool." Jiang Lin was taken aback, then laughed softly, "I was so domineering just now, I want to make peace for the past."

"But" Mo Li blinked apricot eyes, "You are more important than peace in this world."