She even vaguely felt his conspiracy, although he had never read the Four Books and the Five Classics, but he seemed to have a fixed opinion on the various golden rules in them, and always had to debate with her, unlike her who took these words of the sages as the truth, it was difficult for her to change some of his opinions, but her views gradually moved closer to him, which she only woke up to later.

His reason is that the world is changing, the times are advancing, science is developing, and thinking should also keep pace with the times.

Even if some of the insights of the ancients are applicable to today's people, they don't use their brains and rely on the words of the ancients to guide their behavior and thoughts, isn't they a lazy man? Moreover, how can what others indoctrinate as profound as what they have realized by their own actions?

Judging from her test of him, with his current level, it is even more difficult to pass the martial arts humanities test than to ascend to the sky.

Smack-

The ring ruler hit Zhen Mingku's hand, knocking him out of his groggy state, and he hurriedly opened his eyes and sat upright.

Zhang didn't even look at him, turned back to his seat and sat down, and explained to himself.

Ever since she forbade him to raise his hand in class to make some crooked arguments, although he has been much more restrained and honest, he will always think of some trouble-making methods, such as drawing eyes on his eyelids, so that she thinks that he is listening carefully, but in fact, he has already slept dimly.

When her father taught her to read the Four Books and Five Classics when she was a child, let alone questioning these sage doctrines, even if she accidentally sneezed, her father would hit her palm with a ring ruler, so that she couldn't forget it if she wanted to, this man was simply a rotten wood.

Later, for some of his deviant remarks, she always interrupted his high-minded talk with one sentence: "The exam doesn't test you." ”

This trick worked so well that he was often left speechless.

"Zi said: If you don't know your fate, you can't be a gentleman; If you don't know how to be polite, you can't stand up; If you don't know what etiquette, righteousness and shame are, even if you are a general, you are just a reckless man with courage and no strategy. ”

Zhen Ming nodded bitterly: "The teacher taught me." ”

Zhang Shi glanced at him lightly, she would not be confused by his superficial humility, and continued to explain: "Zi said, take the above, get it, take the middle, get the bottom, take the bottom, take the bottom, and get nothing...... Determined to be lofty, poor to be good alone, to reach both to help the world, determined to become a master, to live up to the wisdom given to you by God. ”

She was full of words, and she looked like an old pedant, and she didn't have to think about it to guess that this was the tone and expression that her father taught her when she was a child, and she completely imitated and inherited it.

It seems that it is because she has only had one teacher since she was a child, so in her concept, teachers are all serious and old-fashioned, not smiling, and they are said to be cloudy at every turn.

It's just that her hard-pretended old pedant appearance doesn't match her coquettish appearance, and it looks a little funny.

"Ingenuity?" Zhen Mingku's face showed a smug look: "Haha, it's average, it's only the third in the world, it's not as good as you say." ”

Zhang finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, and said angrily: "Who praised you!" ”

Zhen Ming beat the snake with a stick, salivated and asked, "Teacher, the student doesn't understand a sentence very well, and I want to ask the teacher for advice." ”

Zhang Ge knew that he had no intention of learning and was intent on making trouble, so he glanced at him angrily: "Aren't you the third in the world?" Also ask me what to do? ”

"The teacher is the best in the world." Zhen Mingku's ass was served in time, and Zhang didn't want to deal with him, but he still couldn't help asking: "Which one?" ”

Zhen Mingku picked up a copy of "Mencius", flipped to one of them, and asked: "Tell the son that food and sex are also, and Confucius said that when you are young, your blood and qi are undecided, and your abstinence is in color, how is this so-called color defined?" Think about the color count? Is it okay to flirt? Does touching and kissing count? Do husbands and wives make people sexual? Or is it not colored as long as it doesn't blend together? I'm confused, where is the line between color and colorlessness? Can you quit or not, is this ring commanding the knife from the palace, or does it refer to the number of times a month, and even if it is not quitted, it is not good? Can you help the students to solve their doubts, it is best to be able to teach by word and deed, to be honest, students don't really want to quit. ”

Zhang's face turned red, he stood up angrily, slammed the door, and left Zhen Ming to sit in the study and laugh.

A maid's voice sounded at the door: "Zhen Huyuan, there is a Yan Gongzi who wants to see you." ”

Zhen Mingbitterly stood up and said happily: "Please ask him to wait in the living room for a while!" ”

……

When Zhen Mingbitter walked into the hospitality hall on the first floor of the Laurel Building with a stack of materials, a young man who was looking at the living room as a poetry painting in the hall turned around and looked at him, with a hint of surprise on his face, obviously he didn't expect that the person who came was actually an old man in his sixties.

He thought that the person who could paint that kind of vivid ** was a young man with strong blood and in his prime.

Zhen Ming looked at him bitterly, this young man was thin, not tall, with thick hair, although he was only in his twenties, his face felt like a middle-aged man in his thirties after the vicissitudes of life.

"You are Yan Liben?"

"You're Zhen Nursing Home?" Both asked at the same time, and then, looking at each other and smiling.

"It's the old man, Yan Gongzi, please take a seat."

The two sat down, and the other party didn't talk nonsense, and said straight to the point: "Zhen Nursing Institute specially used a delicate ** to lure me over, presumably not as simple as wanting to learn skills from me." ”

Zhen Ming saw that he was not dragging his feet, he spoke simply and directly, quite for his temperament, smiled slightly, did not go around in circles, and handed him a stack of materials about Western oil painting techniques in his hand.

It took him a long time to find and print out these materials in the encyclopedia library on his mobile phone, including the history of Western oil painting, oil painting techniques, the study of the three-color principle, and some appreciation of classic oil paintings.

The other party took these materials with a puzzled face, flipped through them casually, and was quickly attracted, and the expression on his face became more and more surprised, and finally turned into a surprise like a treasure.

Zhen Mingku didn't bother him, sat quietly and waited, drinking tea leisurely.

After about half an hour, Yan Liben stopped reading, recovered from the shock on his face, raised his head and stared at Zhen Mingku: "Could it be that these are all made by Mr. Zhen?" ”

Zhen Ming asked without answering: "What does Yan Gongzi think?" ”