Chapter 69: Two Elders Fight for a Disciple

Hearing Wang Yu's crazy words.

Huage, the dean of the Academy of Arts, the instigator of this competition, only came back to his senses at this moment.

He ignored Wang Yu and looked at Mo Qingkuang with extreme eagerness in his eyes.

"Old Zheng, let's discuss it?"

"Get out! It's impossible. It's not easy for me to have such an apprentice! Don't even think about it!" Zheng Tao, who has always been elegant and easy-going, suddenly started to swear.

"Old Zheng, brother, you know all the rags I have collected over the years. Recently, I have been so overwhelmed by the old man that I can't even breathe." Hua Ge frowned with a flattering smile on his face.

"We have been brothers for so many years, so you have to pity me. There will definitely be a better one in the future. I will never compete with you, brother!"

Zheng Tao had a cold face, unmoved at all: "Let alone a hundred-year brother, even a thousand-year brother, we can't let it go! It's been the first time in many years that I have taken back my disciple, and you have the nerve to snatch it away?"

"Old Zheng! Whatever you like in my house, take whatever you like. This apprentice, give it to me!" Huage was still making his final struggle.

"I don't like your rags. Besides, my apprentice is the top scholar in martial arts. Is it my turn to be taught by the dean of the Academy of Arts?" Zheng Tao shook his head like a rattle.

I originally thought that Mo Qingkuang was a genius with a deep mind, powerful talents, and smart combat skills.

Unexpectedly, he was so accomplished in poetry.

Both of them are talented men of the older generation with both civil and military skills. In this "Ai Lian Shuo", many unique things can be seen.

It has unique characteristics, persistence in loving only what I love, and strong resilience that is not swayed by the world.

It's not just because of this long-lasting poem that they have to ignore the years of brotherhood.

Looking at the appearance of the two elders, everyone didn't know their attitude.

The two elders had never heard of Mo Qingkuang's "Ai Lian Shuo", and at the same time, their love for this article reached a very high level.

The Dean of the Academy of Arts and the Dean of the Academy of Martial Arts competed for a disciple at the same time. This was something that had never happened since Tianxuan's thousand years of reign.

Even in the last term, when Zheng Tao, the dean of the Martial Arts Academy, and Fu Qing, the principal of the Imperial Academy, competed for Chen Kong, they were only interested in martial arts talent.

Mo Qingkuang, who can be recognized by the deans of both civil and military academies, is undoubtedly an impeccable all-around talent in civil and military affairs!

In terms of literary talent, he is still the top scholar in Wu's literary examination!

Even Fu Qing, the head of the golden generation a hundred years ago and now the principal of the Imperial College, has not been able to reach this level.

Listening to the quarrel between Huage and Zheng Tao, Wang Yu's face gradually became depressed.

He knew that he had lost and was completely defeated.

Even if he used the former top candidate in literary examination, the poems of Wang Hua, the prime minister of the dynasty, were still suppressed by Mo Qingkuang.

He suddenly regretted why he provoked Mo Qingkuang, regretted why he listened to Hua Ge's instigation and fought with Mo Qingkuang, and regretted why he chose the subject of Yonglian.

At this moment, all these regrets were mixed in his heart.

From today on, no matter whose disciple Mo Qingkuang becomes, he will have the absolute approval of the deans of the Civil and Military Academy.

Not to mention retaliating against him to regain his face in the future, as long as Mo is frivolous and not treasonous, it doesn't matter if he demolishes the Imperial College.

He fell weakly in his position, his eyes were empty, and he stopped talking.

Everyone saw Wang Yu, who was confident at first and then triumphant, now so dejected.

Think back to Mo Qingkuang's calm and emotionless chanting.

It seems that "The Theory of Love and Lotus", which has been passed down through the ages, is not a masterpiece at all, but just a random sentence.

Make a decision! Wang Yu really shot himself in the foot this time.

Han Yan'er raised her head and looked at Mo Qingkuang, who was taller than herself, with extremely complicated eyes.

It turns out that he really has literary talent, and he picked up such clever sentences casually.

Her beautiful eyes were flowing, and in her eyes at this moment, Mo Qingkuang, who was in the stage of entering the drama, seemed to gradually overlap with her ideal lover.

Highly talented, handsome, and outstanding in literary talent! This is the dream of any girl.

It turns out that the uneducated information in the information was false. It was not that he was uneducated, but that he had a lot of beauty in his chest, which was why he did not expose it.

Since being uneducated and unskilled is false, then will the information about bullying men and dominating women also be false?

Or is it just a shell that Mo Qingkuang wants to show to the world?

A woman in love always hopes that her lover will be perfect. Even if he has some shortcomings, she is still willing to find excuses to cover him up in case of any eventuality.

Especially the phrase "Who do you want to give me to?" seems to express his inner heart that is not understood by outsiders.

How could it not be telling him about his long-hidden loneliness?

Mo Qingkuang at this moment was more like a black hole, deeply attracting her to find out.

What is it that makes him deliberately wear the mask of a careless dude? Is it self-deprecating for self-protection, or is it a deliberate rumor made by a competitor, or something else?

Han Yan'er has already overturned all the pages of information about Mo Qingkuang's life in her heart.

Between the two possibilities of Mo Qingkuang being a dandy and a scumbag or a versatile man in both civil and military affairs, she chose to believe the latter without hesitation.

She couldn't wait to send someone again to find out what kind of person Mo Qingkuang actually was.

Just when everyone was planning to go to the new Imperial College favorite, Mo Qingkuang, to get close to him.

But as soon as his eyes flashed, Mo Qingkuang and the two deans who were still arguing suddenly disappeared.

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"Kid, choose for yourself." The lazy voice awakened Mo Qingkuang from his trance.

Mo Qingkuang looked around and found that he was in a closed space.

Zheng Tao and Hua Ge were staring at him with their beards blown. The person who spoke just now was Hua Ge.

"Teacher, Dean Hua, what should I choose?" Mo Qingkuang asked in confusion.

"What else to choose? Me, or Zheng Tao, who do you want to worship as your master?" Hua Ge said unhappily.

It turned out that the two of them were arguing, Zheng Tao refused to give in, and Hua Ge vowed not to give up.

In the end, Mo Qingkuang had to make his own choice.

In the end, should he be a student of the Dean of the Academy of Literature, or an apprentice of the Dean of the Academy of Martial Arts.

After a moment of daze.

Mo Qingkuang adhered to the teachings of his ancestors that "children make choices, adults want everything."

He said seriously: "Thanks to the two seniors for their respect, if possible, I am willing to worship both of you as my teachers."

The Mo family is on the way to migrate to Kyoto. Although Mo Qingkuang is a newly promoted champion, he is an outsider and has no one to rely on.

The Mo family is not strong enough. The person with the highest cultivation level is his grandfather who is still traveling outside and has not returned. He is only a grandmaster.

My father, the current head of the family, Mo Shan, has been stuck in the grandmaster realm for many years. He is not even as good as an ordinary minor official in Kyoto.

The Mo family urgently needs some strong backers to help the Mo family gain a foothold in Kyoto. The more and stronger the better!