Chapter 196: Zhang Sheng still fears the younger generation; a real man should not look down on the young!
"I just lost like this, completely!"

Xu Weixiong muttered to himself, the chess piece fell from his fingertips, and there was a hint of sob in his tone.

Although these spectators had suffered from Xu Weixiong for a long time, they couldn't help but feel a little sympathy when they saw such a "weak" Xu Weixiong now.

But some people also sighed: "Evil will be punished by evil!"

However, Xu Chunlin now frowned slightly, because his second sister's current state was not right, as if she was exhausted.

The computing power of each of the ten games is terrifying. Even if the AI ​​from my previous life were to play, it might only be able to defeat Xu Chunlin.

Xu Weixiong has only one human brain, and it's good enough that it's not scrapped.

In short, it's brain overload!

As a last resort, Xu Chunlin condensed a drop of ice dew on his fingertips, and in it was a hint of mystery, with runes from the heavenly book intertwined, containing the meaning of meditation.

Xu Chunlin recited softly:
"The ice is cold for thousands of years, and all things are still. The mind should be calm and the breath should be still. Look at me alone, and the mind and the breath should follow me."

"If you are like me, you will not be surprised by the changes in the world. You will not be foolish or angry. You will not have desires or requests. You will not give up or abandon anything. You will not act or have a self."

"disease!"

A drop of icy dew hit his spiritual platform, and Xu Weixiong fainted. He was sent back by other female students.

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After everyone had dispersed, a voice like thunder came from a very far distance and accurately reached Xu Chunlin's ears.

"Young people nowadays are really amazing. You have such strength at such a young age. I used to think that you were an expert in poetry and swordsmanship, but I didn't expect that you were also so accomplished in chess!"

"After beating the younger one, here comes the older one. Oh, are you trying to protect your own child?" Xu Chunlin said teasingly with a smile on his face.

He looked in one direction and saw a figure suddenly appear in front of Xu Chunlin.

The person who was speaking was an old man with white hair, but he looked energetic, his eyes half open, and there was a guqin in front of him. He looked very old but not at all frail, and had full of energy, just like a man in his fifties or sixties.

This old man is so elusive, he is most likely not a simple person. There are many hidden talents in Shangyin Academy. If someone who doesn't know the situation is different, they will definitely think that he might be some old immortal who has lived for a long time and has reached a high level.

However, Xu Chunlin happened to know this person's origins.

He is the ancestor of all scholars in the world!
The backbone of the Central Plains culture, the most holy teacher, the first sage of Confucianism, and the founder of Confucianism and Taoism!
He has been sitting in the human world for eight hundred years just to protect the destiny of the human world. As a scholar, he is unwilling to ascend to heaven for the sake of the whole world. He is Zhang Fuyao!

Zhang Fuyao was a great Confucian scholar who lived eight hundred years ago. He led his disciples to travel around the countries in order to spread Confucianism and the philosophy of self-cultivation, governing the country and pacifying the world.

It can be said to be Confucius in disguise!
After he founded Confucianism, he became the ancestor of Confucian believers. For a full eight hundred years, many people believed that he had already ascended to heaven, so they continued to enshrine him on plaques.

The founder of Confucianism became a mythical existence, but no one expected that Zhang Fuyao actually lived for eight hundred years.

During these eight hundred years, with the constant change of dynasties, this saint of the Zhang family has been hiding in the Shangyin Academy, monopolizing 80% of Confucianism's fortune, making it difficult for Confucianism to have a saint again.

He chose this approach not to live a life of compromise or to pursue immortality. When he met some talented disciples, he would give them some pointers, such as Xu Weixiong, Huang Longshi and others.

During these eight hundred years, Zhang Fuyao was like a myth, a figure comparable to Lu Zu of the time. Even eight hundred years ago, Lu Zu had sought advice from Zhang Fuyao.

With his strength, he could have ascended to the fairyland long ago, but in order to prevent the immortals in heaven from fishing for the fortune of the human world, he guarded the human world for eight hundred years.

What Zhang Fuyao wants is very simple, that is to bring peace to the world.

Xu Chunlin naturally admired this.

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Zhang Fuyao looked at Xu Chunlin with admiration. Although he had been in charge of the Shangyin Academy, he was actually well aware of the affairs of the martial arts world. To him, this young man named Li Bai was a brilliant talent and was indeed worthy of the title of the Immortal Poet.

Especially on the Yellow Crane Tower, where people drank wine and wrote hundreds of poems, the students from all over the world were so overwhelmed that they bowed their heads!

From the sea to the boundless sky, the sky is the shore, and the mountain is the peak.

One punch knocked down the Yellow Crane Tower, and one jump turned back the Parrot Island. When there is spirit, there is more spirit, and when there is no flow, there is also elegance.

I have written tens of thousands of poems and drank thousands of cups of wine, but have I ever set my eyes on the princes and kings?

The roc's wings hang low in the sky, laughing at the world, which is vast and empty!
.........

There is arrogance, spirit, and romance in it. The young man is confident, conceited, fearless of customs, and unconstrained by etiquette. Even Zhang Fuyao had to praise him:
For thousands of years, no one has been able to match him!
However, it seems that this little guy has gone too far and needs to be taught a lesson.

"You...seem to know me?"

Zhang Fuyao asked tentatively.

Xu Chunlin picked up the wine gourd and took a swig, then wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth and said nonchalantly, "Zhang Fuyao, who doesn't know him?"

"When it comes to commenting on scriptures, I am not as good as you, but when it comes to poetry and songs, you are not as good as me!"

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Fuyao laughed loudly: "Good boy, you are so arrogant. Do you know that I am a Confucian saint?"

Although it was a sincere compliment, Zhang Fuyao still said with a straight face: "Young man, don't be too impetuous!"

Xu Chunlin retorted: "If you are not angry, can you still call yourself a young man?"

"Saint, so what if he's a saint? Can't a saint be surpassed?"

There was no restraint of Confucian etiquette in Xu Chunlin's words. He sat cross-legged, free and unrestrained.

"Old Zhang, have you ever heard that the waves behind push the waves ahead, each wave is stronger than the last, and the waves ahead crash to their death on the beach? Haven't you heard that every generation has its own talents, and each one leads the way for hundreds of years?"

"you you……!"

"Shuzi!"

Zhang Fuyao's face darkened after being refuted, and he couldn't help cursing: "You little brat, you should know what respect is!"

Xu Chunlin chuckled and chanted:

"When the great peng rises with the wind, it soars up to ninety thousand miles. Even if it comes down when the wind dies down, it can still stir up the water in the ocean."

"People always see me as different, and they all sneer when they hear my big words. Zhang Sheng still fears the young, and a man should not look down on the young!"

The Zhang Sheng here was originally Xuanfu, that is, Confucius, but it was changed by Xu Chunlin, so isn’t it Zhang Fuyao?
Even Zhang Fuyao had to admit that Xu Chunlin's poems were really good and he was truly talented, but he was just a little too arrogant and could even come up with such a peerless poem just for scolding someone.

Does being talented mean you can be so willful and reckless?
Xu Chunlin spread his hands and said: I am so arrogant because I have the five thousand years of heritage passed down by our ancestors. If you have the guts, hit me!
"Okay, you just want to find a place, right?"

"Here is the chessboard, do you dare to fight me?"

Zhang Fuyao said stubbornly: "Am I afraid of you?"

But in reality, Zhang Fuyao was really unsure. He had watched the previous ten games of chess in secret, and each one was more dangerous than the last. Even he himself was not sure of winning.

Never mind, I just hope this young man knows how to respect the elderly and love the young!

Don't be too harsh!
(End of this chapter)