MTL - I Became the Ancestor of the Villain-Chapter 62 meet the teacher

  Chapter 62 Meet the teacher

  Mo Qingkuang followed Tang Yu and Gu Hongyi upstairs, and there were already many Jinshi from the upper floor of Juzi.

  As the top sixteen participating in the palace examination, they were all arranged to gather at the highest level of the Juzilou.

  The rest of the seats are arranged according to the ranking.

  This is the case for both civil and military subjects. Therefore, the highest level is actually only the top 16 in the martial arts examination and the top 16 in the civil examination.

   "Is that Gu Hongyi? The winner of this year's martial arts competition? She looks really pretty."

  "Pretty is beautiful, but it is a rose with thorns, if you dare to take it home, you will be beaten to death."

   "That tall man is Tang Yu, who is that among them? Why haven't I heard of it?"

   "You don't know this? Don't be frivolous! Kuang Qing, do you know? This year's champion of martial arts is the one who is the lackey of Lin Yang, the lackey of Zhidou Yuan Jianzong, a role model for my generation!"

   "Oh—so he is Kuang Qing. I heard that Mo Qingkuang is his real name, and Kuang Qing is just a pseudonym."

"Well, I heard that Mo Qingkuang is from Nanzhou. He was abandoned by Yuan Jianzong during the apprentice competition. He came to Zhongzhou under his name and defeated Yuan Jianzong's best disciple in one fell swoop. I want to see now, Yuan Jianzong's gang What kind of expressions do high-spirited guys have?"

   "Hahaha, I want to see it too."

  ...

  Mo Frivolous and the three of them fell into pointing discussions as soon as they entered the Juzilou.

After all, after he took off his disguise and restored his original appearance, his appearance has changed a lot. Let alone passers-by, even Han Yan'er and others who often get along with him, it is difficult to tell from his current appearance that he is different from before. How similar are the looks.

   "Listen, everyone is talking about you." Tang Yu led Mo Qingkuang to walk up, and said a little teasingly.

   "I still worship it now. When they understand it clearly, I don't know if they will believe that the hero in their hearts is such a person." Gu Hongyi responded with a half-smile.

   Tang Yu wondered, Gu Hongyi was polite to Mo Huangqiu, why did he suddenly have such a big opinion?

   "Hong Yi, what kind of person is Brother Mo?" Tang Yu asked doubtfully.

  Tang Yu's father did not have the right to consult the court's secret report, and Han Yan'er and Zheng Tao would not deliberately show Tang Yu Mo's frivolous resume.

  Therefore, Tang Yu has never understood Mo Qingkuang, and his impression is always on the image of Kuang Qing.

  Occasionally, I still feel jealous in my heart: "You are already so strong, and your brain is still so good. I was a little ugly, but I still have some balance in my heart. Who knew you were so handsome before!"

  Mo was frivolous and full of black lines, and didn't answer, just continued to move forward.

  Amidst the greetings of "I have met Brother Mo" and "I have met Mr. Mo" all the way, I stepped into the threshold of the highest level.

  The highest floor of the Juzi Building is different from its floors. There are only two round tables here, which are arranged on the left and right sides of the hall.

  Each round table is arranged with sixteen seats, for the top sixteen of the civil and military examinations to take their seats.

   Right above the hall, there are two dignified desks, which are specially set up for the deans of the Civil and Military Academy of the Imperial College.

   Only the top 16 in the two subjects will have the opportunity to have dinner at the same table with the two deans.

  The two deans are also the hosts of every Luming banquet. After today, they can be regarded as the tutors of this year's candidates, and they can be the students of the two deans when they go out.

  Mo Qingkuang raised his eyes and saw that everyone had already taken their seats. As for the literary examination, there were sixteen people who sat at the round table on the left. On the other side of the dean's desk, sat a young man with sharp black hair and short black hair.

  The young man looked extremely handsome, dressed in a scholarly Confucian shirt, but with his **** exposed, with a feather fan in his hand, he looked like a romantic gentleman who came out of a book.

  What was somewhat surprising was that he did not perform the normal kneeling posture, but instead pulled a bearded chair and leaned crookedly on it, as if he had no bones in his body.

As if seeing Mo Qingkuang's surprised gaze, Tang Yu whispered in Mo Qingkuang's ear: "Don't look around, that one is the dean of the Academy of Arts, don't look like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, in fact , about the same age as Dean Zheng."

   "Huh?" Mo Qingkuang never thought that such a frivolous young man would be the dean of the Imperial Academy of Arts.

  One of the representatives of Tianxuan's golden generation, the number one scholar in the literary examination and the top scorer in the martial arts examination!

   "Dean Hua is friendly and cares about his appearance. His current appearance is the same as when he was referring to it. With the improvement of his cultivation, Dean Hua intentionally maintains his appearance at a young age."

  Tang Yu said quietly again: "Let me tell you, Director Hua is very easy-going. It's not a formal occasion. He prefers to be called Brother Hua. He said he looks young this way."

   "Of course, he also likes young people with outstanding literary talents. If you have any poems that satisfy him, he will give you a gift, both civil and military. Dean Hua is also a king-level powerhouse."

Before Mo could speak frivolously, Gu Hongyi taunted in a low voice: "Forget it, let us young master Mo recite poems and compose poems, it would be better to let him beat Lin Yang again. What do you think, Mo few?"

  Mo frivolously rolled his eyes: "Yes, yes."

   This Gu Hongyi is right. He was domineering and mischievous since he was a child, and the teacher didn't know how many times he was angry and ran away.

  Although he can recognize most of the characters, it is really difficult for him to ask Mo Dashao to recite poems and compose Fu.

  Looking towards the side of the Martial Arts Academy, there are still five seats left on the round table, of which there are two seats facing the direction of the dean's seat in the hall.

   The seat with the best position is the seat for Wu Zhuangyuan, that is, the seat of Mo Frivolous.

   On the right hand side of that position, it is Ninth Princess Han Yan'er who has arrived for a while, and is now being flattered and accosted by many people.

  Han Yan'er noticed Mo Qingkuang's arrival immediately, and forced herself not to turn her head to look at him, but her eyes began to be in a trance unbearably.

   On the left hand side of the position, there is the Tanhua seat, waiting for Gu Hongyi to take a seat.

  The remaining three vacancies, one is for Tang Yu, and the other is for Li Ang, who was seriously injured and did not come to participate.

  There is another one, which is the position of Lin Yang who was taken away by the Sword Emperor Qin Wufeng.

   It is naturally impossible for him to attend the Luming Banquet tonight.

   On the dean's seat in the hall, Zheng Tao, the dean of the Martial Arts Academy, was sitting impressively.

What is strange is that, as the dean of the martial arts academy, he is wearing a strict samurai uniform, his long hair mixed with silver threads is meticulously groomed, and he is also sitting in a very dignified kneeling posture, with a good-looking jade pendant hanging on his waist , looks very formal.

  Compared with the unruly demeanor Hua Dean of the Academy of Arts next door, one can't help but feel a little contrast.

  Zheng Tao is also looking at Mo frivolously at the moment, with undisguised admiration in his eyes.

  Mo frivolous thought, quickly crossed the passage between the two round tables, came to Zheng Tao, knelt down on both knees, and kowtowed respectfully: "Student, don't be frivolous, and pay homage to the teacher."

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