Chapter 399 Scholar, White Snake
Chapter 399 Scholar, White Snake
“If one studies and practices what he has learned, is that not the way of a gentleman?”
“Not getting angry when people don’t know you is what a sage does!”
"Zi said, there are four ways to write fennel beans, which are..."
"My lady, tell me, I have taken the exam so many times, why can't I pass this exam?"
"Study hard. As long as you learn these classics well, you will have the opportunity to leave this green mountain and become an official in the court. You will become a person above others. Everyone who sees you will look up to you..."
……
A clear male voice became clearer and clearer.
Through the window of the thatched house, you can see a handsome middle-aged scholar walking towards you. He is wearing scholar's clothes, a scholar's hat on his head, and holding a book in his hand, looking like a scholar. However, both the clothes and the hat are a bit old, with patches on them, which makes him look a bit down and out.
Most of the players had nervous expressions on their faces, fearing that this scholar would target them and use them as a scapegoat, just like a classmate with poor grades who was worried that a teacher known for his strictness would call on him when asking questions.
They were all seizing the last moment to flip through the books in their hands, hoping to write down as much as possible.
But the more anxious you are, the more mistakes you make, the less you remember, and the more you cannot remember, the more anxious you become, and you slowly fall into a vicious cycle.
The village chief and the villagers were not focused on this matter. They carefully observed the scholar and did not feel the power of the green snake from him. This showed that he was not the same kind of person as themselves, which was really a pity.
If there was someone with a good brain who could give them advice, it would make people feel more at ease.
"This gentleman is obviously a scholar, but unfortunately, he no longer looks like a living person."
"He is truly a man of extraordinary character. When you have children in the future, send them here to learn from him. I believe they will achieve great things in the future."
"I once heard that a very talented scholar came out of a nearby village. He read a lot of books and was the best in Qingshan in terms of knowledge. Could it be that the person they were talking about was the one in front of us?"
squeak-
The scholar pushed the door open and walked in.
Seeing everyone sitting neatly on the benches in the thatched hut, studying seriously, the seriousness on the scholar's face was obviously relieved, and he nodded and said, "Not bad! You finally know how to study hard. You must understand that you are learning for yourself, not for me."
He swept his eyes across the crowd and finally stopped at Su Ming. He looked at him and found that he was the only one without a book in his hand. His face suddenly turned cold and he said in a deep voice: "It seems that you have memorized the book very well? You don't even have a book in your hand. How can you look like a scholar?"
"In that case, let me test you. The ancients said, there are three hundred ways to be unfilial, and giving someone's head as a gift is the worst. How does the saint explain this sentence?"
Seeing the scholar pointing his finger at Su Ming, the other players all breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they were not the ones suffering. It turned out that as long as they pretended to study hard, the probability of being questioned would be reduced regardless of whether they could remember these things or not.
I wonder how this miracle worker would deal with this situation?
It seems that he is not very panicked. Could it be that he already has a plan in mind?
Su Ming asked back: "Then let me ask you, why is your head pointed?"
The scholar frowned and said coldly: "I am asking you, not asking you to ask me. Besides, my head is not pointy." Su Ming: "Then let me ask you, why is your head round?"
The scholar's face turned completely black, and dark spots began to appear on his face. "You dare to make trouble here? I think you don't want to study anymore!"
Taking a step towards Su Ming, the surrounding players felt a mountain of pressure, the suffocating feeling of death, pressing on them.
They tried to keep a distance from Su Ming to avoid being implicated, but no one dared to make any big movements for fear of alarming the angry scholar and charging them with the heinous crime of running around during class.
Su Ming said calmly: "Since you know that the questions I asked are meaningless, how can you not know that the questions you asked me are the same?"
The scholar frowned and snorted, "Oh! You are such an arrogant fellow! What I teach you is the right way to get a good reputation. If you can't explain it, I will definitely make you pay today!"
Su Ming: "Have you ever thought about this? Why is it that even though you have memorized all the books by heart, it is still difficult for you to achieve success?"
"Of course the examiner is incompetent and a good-for-nothing who doesn't recognize my talent. Once I get rid of this incompetent person, that will be my day to shine!" The scholar's words were full of indignation and a sense of being underappreciated, but there was also a bit of pride in them. "I have been a prodigy in the countryside since I was young, with a photographic memory. If I hadn't repeatedly run into people who were jealous of my talent, how could I have been underappreciated and fallen to this point!"
Su Ming: "Tell me, is there a possibility that the problem lies with the classics in your room? You are very good at memorizing and have a strong memory, but if these classics are wrong, the clearer you remember them, the bigger the problem will be."
The scholar's eyes widened, he hugged his head and screamed in pain, "No! Impossible! These books were obtained by Qingniang with great effort, how could they be wrong? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Aaaaaahhh!!"
Amid the roar, all the books in the room gradually turned into smoke and dissipated.
The scholar rushed around in the thatched cottage like a madman, trying to catch the dissipating smoke: "My book! My book! My book!"
Such madness and craziness scared the players to death.
The village chief and villagers were very calm, and sighed: "What a pity that so many great books are all wrong?"
"Even if it's wrong, it can still be used to understand the text, which is better than having nothing at all!"
The pleasant sound of the zither came from outside, like a woman's gentle lament, expressing her sorrow.
Soothed by the sound of the zither, the scholar gradually calmed down.
Then, a dignified woman in a white dress with an extraordinary temperament pushed open the door of the thatched cottage, looked at the scholar, and sighed softly: "My husband, I do this so that we can stay together forever and grow old together. After all, I can't leave this place. If I really let you pass the imperial examination and leave this green mountain, then our fate will probably be severed."
"My husband, you said that you love me the most and that you are willing to do anything for me. If that's the case, I'm sure you will forgive my little willfulness."
The scholar's eyes were lifeless, as if his soul had been taken away. He nodded numbly: "Of course, for my lady, I am willing to do anything."
The woman in the white dress smiled and nodded: "I feel relieved when I hear what you said, sir."
Then, she looked at Su Ming. White snake scales appeared on her jade-like face, and her pupils turned into the vertical pupils of a cold-blooded animal: "How dare you come here and act wild. I think you don't have to leave."
(End of this chapter)