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Chapter 2222

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With an evil smile on his face, the young master walked straight to Chu Yang and stood in front of him. His body emitted a faint fragrance as he sized up Chu Yang with ridicule.

His figure was thin, and he was dressed in luxurious clothes. His skin was soft and tender, and his eyes were slightly sunken. At first glance, he looked like someone who drank too much.

The group of followers behind the young master also had a mocking expression as they sized up Chu Yang.

The originally noisy crowd had completely quieted down at this moment, and their gazes all fell on the young master.

"Hey, refugee, you really do look like a scholar."

The young master swept a glance and found that Chu Yang was much more handsome than him, and his temperament was also more refined. A look of disgust flashed across his eyes.

Immediately, he looked at Chu Yang with an evil smile: "However, do you know what a scholar is? Don't think that just because you know a few words, you are a scholar, understand? "

"Hehe!" Li Da Zhuang couldn't help but be secretly happy: "Liu Yao, you are too high-profile. My undying fellow daoist has come to mess with you this time."

He was overjoyed and also sensed that this young master was at the third level of the Nirvana Realm. The strength of the followers behind him was at least at the Life and Death Realm. It was more than enough to deal with Chu Yang.

"Pa!"

Chu Yang used his magic power to form a folding fan. He opened it with a snap and gently shook it. Then, he said in a cultured and refined manner, "Does this brother want to test me a little? May I ask for your name?"

"Is my name something a lowly person like you should know? Are you worthy?"

The young master suddenly became ruthless and stared at Chu Yang with a sneer: "It is your fortune that I can talk to you!"

"So vulgar, it seems like you are not a scholar!"

Chu Yang gently shook his folding fan. He was calm and composed without a trace of anger. He tried his best to show the face of a scholar, then said: "You are jealous, but I understand your feelings. You are not a scholar, so naturally you are jealous of a scholar like me. I understand, I understand!"

"What do you know?!"

The young master's face turned red. Chu Yang had poked at his sore spot. Of course, it wasn't because of his studies, but because he was really jealous of Chu Yang.

Chu Yang did not pay any attention to him. Once again, he displayed the elegance of a scholar and slowly recited, "Rich people don't need to buy fertile land. There are thousands of rice grains in books. There is no need to set up a house of gold in a book. There is no need to hate when you go out without a rickshaw, for there are many horses in the book. There is no need to hate when you marry a wife without match.There are women in books who are as beautiful as jade. If a man wants to fulfill his life's ambition, he will diligently study the Six Classics before the window. "

The crowd burst into an uproar as soon as he finished speaking.

"This refugee is indeed a scholar!"

"Needless to say, to be able to recite such a poem just by opening his mouth, what else can he be if not a scholar?"

"If that's the case, then there really is a scholar among the refugees. This is unprecedented. At least, I've never met one before!"

"No wonder he has one tael of silver in his hands. How can a scholar rob, kill, or commit such unjust acts?"

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When Li Da Zhuang heard the discussions of the crowd, he almost could not help but curse out loud. Fortunately, he managed to hold it in. However, he was still surprised in his heart, "This thing, he really is a scholar! He was prepared, he really was prepared. He had long been prepared to show off in the Central State. That's why even though we are on the same path, in the end, I'm still a little bit behind him! "

For Chu Yang to be able to recite a poem, in his opinion, this was definitely a kind of ability. Moreover, it was a kind of great ability.

The Young Master was already angry, but when he heard Chu Yang recite slowly, he could not help but be stunned, "This lowly commoner is actually a scholar!!!"

He did not dare to believe it. Studying was said to be useless. Martial strength was the truth. Therefore, other than the Central State, who would study?

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