Everyone suddenly heard such explosive news and hurriedly surrounded them and asked in disbelief.

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, otherwise why would Mr. Zhu target the scholars everywhere?" Xiao Liu replied quickly.

Then he repeated the past that Mr. Zhu and him had said before, and the past that he had once had with Prefect Lu.

Xiao Liu has the ability to remember everything. With his passionate retelling, everyone also learned about the past from more than 40 years ago.

Of course, Xiao Liu didn't say a word about something that should not be said.

After listening to Xiaoliu's story, everyone was also sad. They did not expect that Mr. Zhu and Xiucai's grandfather had such a past.

The scholar shed tears even more excitedly. It was the first time he heard his grandfather’s deeds when he was young. Xiaoliu’s passionate narration made him recall the kind figure that had gradually blurred in his memory.

The anger in the scholar's heart was completely extinguished at this time. He asked with some grievance:

"Then, since that's the case, why did he still humiliate me like this?"

The shopkeeper looked at the scholar's aggrieved look, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. She patted the scholar on the shoulder and comforted him:

"Silly scholar, Mr. Zhu is not humiliating you, he is inspiring you, and he wants you to work hard and not to humiliate the reputation of his ancestors."

It’s not that the scholar doesn’t know this truth, but he is just a person who is confused and needs someone to remind him.

Hearing the shopkeeper's guidance, the scholar looked up at everyone and asked weakly.

"Me, can I?"

Everyone nodded quickly when they looked at the scholar's hopeful eyes. Although they had been mocking the scholar on weekdays, saying that he would never pass the imperial examination in his life, they knew that this was the time to give the scholar's confidence.

Unlike everyone who is just looking confident on the surface, Xiao Liu believed it very firmly:

"Of course! Brother Xiucai, I bet with Mr. Zhu that you will definitely be proud of your ancestors."

Listening to Xiaoliu's firm and confident tone, everyone looked at Xiaoliu in confusion. They were actually just comforting the scholars.

The scholar also looked at Xiaoliu in confusion and asked:

"Really, really? Why are you so confident in me?"

To be honest, failing the test every year has long hit the scholar's self-confidence.

Especially after his almost desperate failure in the exam two years ago, he was even more disheartened.

In order to pay off his debts, he even sold his ancestral inn. Now he only has the last piece of land left, and he really can't afford to lose.

He has been hesitating whether to take next year's provincial examination. He is worried that if he fails the exam again, he will really have nothing.

Hearing the scholar’s ​​question, Xiao Liu smiled and said:

"Brother Xiucai, don't ask why. If you don't even believe in yourself, then you will never succeed. Remember when I asked you about Han Xin and Jiang Taigong?"

"Remember, remember!" The scholar nodded in confusion. He still didn't understand what Xiao Liu wanted to express.

Xiaoliu continued to laugh:

"Before both of them achieved great things, no one believed that they would succeed, and even their wives and relatives did not believe in them, but they themselves never doubted themselves, and in the end they both made unparalleled achievements. Therefore, those who achieve great things must first have confidence in themselves."

"Secondly, Brother Xiucai, you are well-versed in Chinese and Western learning. Today's world is not as simple as Jiuzhou. This is a brand new era, an era of competition! With Brother Xiucai, your knowledge is exactly the person you lack in today's era. Believe me, as long as you continue to enrich your knowledge, there will be a day in the future. The dragon lying in the wild is only temporary, and the flying dragon is your future in the genius."

Xiao Liu's words were passionate, and the scholar was so excited that he heard them.

At this moment, even he himself believed that there would be a flying dragon in the sky. He wiped the tears from his face and grabbed Xiaoliu's hand excitedly and said:

"Well, you are right. I, Marquis Lu, is a talented person who is a marquis and a prime minister. I will never admit defeat."

Then he looked at everyone again.

"Thank you everyone, I will cheer up! I will definitely not let everyone down!"

Looking at the scholar who regained his confidence, everyone smiled with relief.

And outside the inn, an old man also left with a chuckling.

"Lu Xiuru, Lu Xiuru, although your grandson is not good, he has made a group of good friends!"

"Mr. Zhu?" Everyone in the inn said in a hurry, but when they chased out, Mr. Zhu was gone.

"Scholar, it seems that Mr. Zhu still cares about you." The shopkeeper, who was the most comforting shopkeeper, also smiled and comforted the scholar.

The scholar also felt a little warmth at this moment. It turned out that he was not alone. Not only did he have everyone in the inn caring about him, but he also had elders like Mr. Zhu who were watching him secretly.

"Brother Xiucai, do you want to visit Mr. Zhu with me tomorrow?" Xiao Liu also suggested at the right time.

But the scholar shook his head gently and said confidently:

"No, it doesn't make any sense for me to see Mr. Zhu now. I plan to wait until I go to visit Mr. Zhu next year when I have high school entrance examination next year. Only then can I prove it to him. I did not embarrass my ancestors."

The scholar at this moment is full of confidence and spirit, and he is really handsome and charming.

But unfortunately, the men present had normal sexual orientation, and the other two women also had a heart at this moment, so he was completely posing for the blind man to see.

But seeing that the scholar who finally found his confidence back at this moment, everyone did not stimulate him, Xiao Liu suddenly asked curiously:

"By the way, Brother Xiucai, you just said that you wrote a novel. What novel are you writing? Have you decided to write something?"

When everyone heard this, they looked at the scholar curiously. The scholar said he wanted to write a novel a month ago, but there was no movement until today.

The scholar looked at everyone's eyes and said with a smile:

"I didn't think about it before, but I suddenly thought of it just now."

"What?" everyone asked curiously.

"Martial arts!" The scholar said proudly.

Martial arts novels were already a huge street in Xiaoliu's era, but in this era, they have been written by someone.

First, because there are real masters from the world here. Instead of reading and writing novels, they should practice more skill, so as not to be able to beat thieves when they are heroic and righteous, which will become a joke in the novel.

Second, this is a world of blood-licking. Generally speaking, writing books often involves learning from some real characters or sects to create characters. If you accidentally write this badly and make these characters hold a grudge, the author will be in trouble.

So in today's era, no one has ever written martial arts novels, and scholars are considered to be the founder of the mountain.

When everyone heard that the scholar was planning to write about martial arts themes, they couldn't help but questioned: "Do you know martial arts? Do you understand what the world is?"

Everyone can't help but question it. The scholars are just like this. Now they suddenly say they want to write martial arts novels.

This is simply the shock that Confucius suddenly played with a big knife, and it was self-evident.

But the scholar said seriously:

"Aren't you all from the world? Just ask you?"

When everyone heard this, it was the same, and it would be a good thing if they could also be written into the novel.

Lao Bai couldn't help but ask curiously: "Do you have any questions?"

The scholar shook his head, as if he was still thinking.

Lao Bai was about to speak, but Xiao Liu stole it first.

"Brother Xiucai, how about I give you a question?"

When everyone heard this, they all looked at Xiao Liu.

Xiao Liu looked at everyone's eyes and walked forward with a smile. While walking, he analyzed to everyone:

"Since you are writing martial arts, then we might as well take the name of martial arts, which makes it more grand. In order to avoid trouble for martial arts people in the future and cause unnecessary disputes, we can explain in advance that we are just novels, not official history. And since it is not official history, it is external biography. So the name of this book may be called..."

Listening to Xiaoliu's analysis, everyone also felt it made sense and nodded repeatedly.

And under Xiao Liu's step-by-step guidance, everyone finally said in unison:
Chapter completed!