Zhan Yu was furious and without thinking much, he picked up Wang Yu with one hand and grabbed Xiao Feng's collar with the other hand. But the hand was blocked by Yu Dayou in mid-air. The two men's hands instantly changed four or five movements, including claws, fists, palms, and fingers. In the end, Zhan Yu was defeated and took half a step back, glaring at Xiao Feng angrily.
After Yu Dayou forced Zhanyu to retreat, he quickly bowed and saluted King Yu, but he didn't know what to say. Apologize? He wasn't the one who slapped King Yu's face into the pig's head; apologize for Xiao Feng? He thought to himself that he didn't seem to be qualified, so he just bowed and said nothing.
Xiao Feng also felt that the slap he just took was a bit harsh. He had been exercising every day during this period. This body was inherited from Xiao Wannian. It was a standard martial artist's body, and he made rapid progress with practice. So in that shot just now, he was originally 30% serious and 70% joking, but he immediately knocked down the untrained King Yu.
However, Xiao Feng felt that apologizing at this time was not a good idea. The key was how to say it? What King Yu just said was that it was not unfair to be slapped. What is there to apologize for?
But hitting someone should mean something. Xiao Feng looked at King Yu's flushed face. He didn't know whether it was because of being slapped or because he was ashamed of saying the wrong thing. He skillfully took out the handkerchief made by Qiao Niang, like in his previous life. Just like wiping his daughter's face, he wiped King Yu's oily face.
King Yu instinctively dodged, but then...his eyes turned red. Growing up, except for fighting with King Jing, he had never been beaten by others; similarly, he had never been truly treated like a child.
Jiajing believed that if you don't see the dragon, you won't see your son at all. King Yu is not as good as the children of divorced families in later generations who have more opportunities to see their father. Concubine Kang loved Prince Yu, but it was customary for the prince to not be raised by his mother's side. By the time she saw her son, he was already quite big. The rules in the palace are strict. Even if they are mother and son, they must behave like a monarch and a minister. Wiping the rice grains at the corner of the mouth with a handkerchief last time is a rare act of family affection.
Today, King Yu was slapped by Xiao Feng. Although he was ashamed and annoyed, he felt a joy that he had never felt before, as if something was missing deep in his heart and was suddenly made up for. Maybe this is the legendary complete childhood?
Then when Xiao Feng wiped his face, he actually raised his face and obediently let Xiao Feng, who was a head taller than him, wipe it.
Zhan Yu was confused. Is this the King Yu who was always rude to everyone he spoke to? No, this Xiao Feng is a member of the Taoist sect. Could it be that he used some magic method?
He looked at Xiao Feng suspiciously, but Xiao Feng didn't care. He saw that the handkerchief in his hand was already stained with oil and twists. He threw it on the table and patted King Yu on the shoulder: "You are so little, these messy things are all gone." Where did you learn it?"
King Yu puffed up his chest unconvinced: "I'm already thirteen! Many men among the people get married at the age of fifteen."
Xiao Feng sneered at this bad habit: "That's why you don't live long! If you get married at this early age, unless you are in particularly good health, both men and women will suffer from diseases! Especially the kind of child bride, where the eldest daughter-in-law has a younger husband, and the younger daughter-in-law has a younger husband. The car will tire you to death!"
King Yu was stunned: "Who said that? Everyone is like this. Even the imperial doctor didn't say there was anything wrong? Is this a secret technique in the Taoist sect?"
Xiao Feng pushed the boat along: "Yes, it's the secret technique of my Taoism. Remember, it is best for men to be twenty years old and for women to be eighteen years old. Otherwise, the body will be damaged if it is broken!" He originally wanted to go further, But considering that this era is indeed not suitable for late marriage and late childbearing, we try to be as close to reality as possible.
King Yu rolled his eyes and flicked his fingers twice, actually calculating how many years he would have to wait. Xiao Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Thinking about the fact that this person in history did not live a long life, how could he know that it wasn't caused by being lustful since childhood? Now that I have met him, I naturally want to give him some advice.
In order to hide his thoughts, King Yu immediately changed the subject: "I heard that you declared war on Tan Xinren? It will be difficult to make him bankrupt within half a year. I have inquired about his net worth, and it is much richer than Zhang Tianci. . There are people from the government working as backstage, are you sure?"
Xiao Feng smiled slightly: "It's easy to be an official businessman, but it's difficult to do it. If you rely on the backstage to gain profits, you have to bear the same risks. What's easy to gain is easy to lose."
The three great masters were not slow in their footsteps and entered the capital almost at the same time. Of course, Baiyunteng's Ma Yunteng arrived later and took advantage of the favorable location. Almost on the same day, the memorials of the real people were sent to the Daolu Division, and the Daolu Division did not dare to delay and immediately sent them to the cabinet.
Yan Song happily sent the memorial to Jinshen Jingshe, waiting to see what Jiajing would do.
If Jiajing was worried about Xiao Feng and stopped this discussion, although he would be a little disappointed, from now on Xiao Feng would not be able to escape in the name of parallel import, and no matter how much progress he made, his progress would be limited. If Jiajing didn't stop him, hey, these seasoned Taoists wouldn't have smashed Xiao Feng to pieces in the dojo?
Half of Jiajing's reaction was what Yan Song had expected: "The real person's discussion of Taoism is not only a grand event for the Taoist sect, but also a symbol of peace in the world. The Daolu Division is fully organized, and everyone in the capital can watch the ceremony, and no one is allowed to stop it."
Yan Song was stunned, this last sentence was beyond his expectation. Watching the ceremony in public, no matter whether he wins or loses, it is difficult to hide it. Is Jiajing really confident in Xiao Feng, or is he preparing to make real gold with fire?
He went home and asked Yan Shifan. Yan Shifan pondered for a while and said: "Xiao Feng is only seventeen years old after all. Which real person he faces doesn't have a big beard? As long as he can win one game by chance, his status as a real person will be stable. Long live That's the idea. Of course, if he can't win a game, it will prove to be useless, and Long Live will naturally give him a cold shoulder. But no matter who loses or wins, the people can see a wonderful discussion. Believe it or not. The number of people will also increase, which is actually a good thing for Long Live."
Yan Song nodded in agreement: "Then do you think he can win a round?"
Yan Shifan shook his head: "Impossible. Do you really think that these Taoist priests are just freeloaders? Which of them has not had decades of experience in their respective fields? No matter how powerful Xiao Feng is, he is just relying on a word-testing technique. He really wants to compete with these people. , these Taoist priests will definitely use their best skills to deal with him, and they will never fail."
Not only Yan Shifan thought so, but also the people in the capital who got the news thought so. Although I don’t know how good Xiao Feng is, the other masters in his family all have sects and disciples, and they were already well-known and well-known masters when they were awarded the title of master.
Where is Xiao Feng? I started out as a fortune teller on the main street of Beijing. The fortune teller's stall is still surrounded by a rope by a shabby old man who collects tickets. Moreover, the fact that he was granted the title of real person was just a coincidence. He just counted some sorghum for the grain merchant. How could he become a real person? Not to mention the few real people who were dissatisfied, there were also many complaints from Taoists among the people.
Therefore, on the day of the discussion, the Temple of Heaven Hall chosen by Dao Lu Si was overcrowded. Not only the Taoist priests in the capital, but also Taoist priests from all over the country came over after hearing about it. The large platform outside the Temple of Heaven was crowded with people from the capital watching the excitement.
Jiajing was a Taoist country, the people were naturally changing, and those from a more prosperous family all read two books of Taoism as daily conversation materials. If you are a bit powerful, you can even make friends with some Taoist celebrities. Not only do you have a good reputation, but you have really committed something, you can also beg for mercy through the Daolu Division activities.
In the main hall of the Temple of Heaven, a temporary jingshe was surrounded by colorful barriers. Jiajing was sitting in it, and the sounds outside could be heard clearly. Lu Bing and the masters of Jin Yiwei were guarding him, while Huang Jin stood in front of the color barrier. As long as Jiajing signaled, he would raise a crack so that Jiajing could see what was going on outside.
Jiajing glanced out from the gap: "Isn't Master Huo Xuan here yet?"
Huang Jinpei smiled and said: "When I left the palace, Tao Zhenren sent someone to tell me that there was an important furnace of elixirs to be opened, and he had to guard it. He would rush over after the furnace was opened."
Jiajing closed his eyes and smiled faintly. Tao Zhongwen was cautious and wanted to wait and see what would happen.
An Sizheng of Daolu Division couldn't help but feel a little weak in the legs when facing several real people on the stage. Sizheng, also called Zhengyi, was only a sixth-grade man. Facing several second- and third-grade real men, he was like a small horse pulling a big cart. He coughed nervously, glanced at Xiao Feng who was sitting in the middle, and said softly: "Master Wenxuan, this is the beginning!"
