All the disciples began to take action, but Zhang Qingchen did not give a time. Since he did not give a time, it means there is no time limit. Of course, the time limit means that the time given is relatively ample. Mid-Autumn Festival gatherings usually last for two or three hours, and there will be singing and dancing performances later.
The pavilion in the center of the lake is shrouded in colorful lanterns.
Looking up, the full moon in the sky is as bright as the sun, the blue waves are rippling in the lake, and the evening breeze is cool, but it is the most beautiful Mid-Autumn night.
Not long after, a young student stood up, saluted Zhang Qingchen, and said, "Mr. Zhang invited me, student Liu Mingzhang, who studied at Huazhou Academy and was a disciple of Zhou Sheng, but the student went to Zhuzibai. The political strategist in my family is good at the art of strategizing. Regarding the question raised by my husband, the student wants to explain my point of view in the form of a clever debate."
"Brother Liu is very thoughtful. In just a few breaths, he has already come up with the idea of debating. He is worthy of Liu Sanbu." At this time, a young man on the side smiled slightly and praised.
With Chuntao's introduction, Fang Yi also roughly figured out the identities of these people.
The man named Liu Mingzhang is a descendant of the Liu family in Tangzhou. He has a quick mind and is already a Confucian scholar of the third grade. He is good at the art of vertical and horizontal, that is, debating. He has always been called "Liu Sanbu", which means that he Within three steps, you can finish the sentence.
As for the person who praised him, it was Li Meng, the young master of the Li family in Guanzhong.
This time, it seems that the name "Liu Sanbu" is not just Lang's name. In just a few breaths, Liu Mingzhang is about to answer.
Zhang Qingchen twisted his beard and smiled and said, "It's time to start."
Liu Mingzhang smiled at this time: "I secretly believe that the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival is precisely because the Mid-Autumn Festival has always represented the meaning of reunion. The reason why I miss you is naturally because there is no reunion. Therefore, my thoughts are like water and cannot be cut off... ....”
Liu Mingzhang followed the topic closely and began to elaborate. The general meaning was that people should be open-minded and not have to worry about not being reunited, so he could quote from other sources to talk about the current situation of great separation, and so on.
This is a common problem among politicians. They like to exaggerate things, but they are good at sophistry. After making his remarks, Zhang Qingchen just nodded slightly and had no reaction.
After Liu Mingzhang finished speaking, the next eight surnames began to show off their magical powers.
There is a disciple who is proficient in music theory and plays the guqin. The sound of the qin is sad and continuous, like the water of longing.
One student wrote a policy article in half an hour, with lofty intentions.
There is a disciple who paints, and when the painting is completed, his talent appears.
On behalf of the Wang family, Wang Zhijing, Wang Zhijing, the second son of Wang Xiuzhi and a third-grade Confucian scholar who came to attend the gathering of children with eight surnames.
Wang Zhijing wrote a poem, and the performance was quite satisfactory.
Soon, the disciples present were all showing off their magical powers based on the topics set by Zhang Qingchen.
However, Zhang Qingchen frowned slightly and sighed. These disciples all looked good and their performance was acceptable.
But it was only passable and lacked anything that made him shine.
If you want to make a name for yourself through this Mid-Autumn Festival gathering, you don't have to think about it.
After everyone had finished displaying their talents, Zhang Qingchen had basically made a judgment in his mind and was about to comment on the final result.
A descendant of the Jiangnan Sun family spoke up: "This dear friend looks unfamiliar, I wonder which family he is a descendant of??"
That person was talking to Fang Yi. After Fang Yi arrived, he had been sitting at the back of the Huxin Pavilion, quietly watching the people in front of him display their talents here. He drank tea silently, and no one noticed his presence at all.
Until this descendant of the Sun family from Jiangdong spoke.
Zhang Qingchen also looked at Fang Yi, his eyes full of doubts.
"Fang Yi, why are you here? Who asked you to come?" At this moment, Wang Zhijing also just saw Fang Yi behind.
Wang Zhijing frowned and said impatiently: "This is a gathering of children with eight surnames. What qualifications do you, a son-in-law, have to be here? Why don't you go?"
"Fang Yi?" The rest of the people were slightly startled, but they all reacted immediately.
Isn't this person the son-in-law who married into the Luo family in Luyuan and came from the Northland thousands of miles away?
Luo Qingyi is famous all over the world, and everyone knows about it, so everyone in the world also knows about her marriage.
The name Fang Yi is now famous all over the world.
"Hahaha, he turns out to be Miss Luo's husband?" Everyone's eyes immediately began to tease.
"Fang Yi, why don't you go down?" Wang Zhijing glanced at Fang Yi and motioned for him to leave as soon as possible.
"Why are you leaving?" The other seven disciples looked at him and said to Fang Yi, "Since you are here, let's give it a try."
Li Meng also spoke at this time: "I heard that Brother Fang is also a scholar. I have seen a lot of scholars, but I have seen fewer scholars from the north. Since I have read books, I must be interested in poems, songs, writing articles, etc. It shouldn’t be unfamiliar to you, why not give it a try?”
Sun Rulong, a descendant of the Sun family, also said: "Brother Fang, Mr. Qingchen is here, don't hide your clumsiness, give it a try, it's just for fun."
The children of other surnames came here with great interest. After all, Fang Yi was too famous.
"My lords, Fang Yi is a barbarian from the north. He can't write poetry and has no other talents. Fang Yi doesn't understand Mr. Zhang's topic, so he won't show off his shame." Fang Yi stood up and said to him. He bowed to Zhang Qingchen, and then said to Chuntao and the others, "Okay, I'm afraid this meeting is over, let's go back."
After saying that, Fang Yi was about to turn around and leave.
But at this moment, a young man stood up and blocked Fang Yi's way.
"Qing Yi..." The young man looked at Fang Yi: "Why did Qing Yi fall in love with you?"
"You're blocking my way." Fang Yi looked at the young man.
"Answer me, Qing Yi, why did I fall in love with you?" The young man's eyes suddenly turned cold.
"I said, you're blocking my way." Fang Yi still said calmly.
But suddenly, the atmosphere that was originally harmonious and treated each other as guests suddenly became tense.
"Tang Buku, what are you doing? Qing Yi is already married, so it's useless for you to still worry about Qing Yi." At this time, Cui Yue from the Cui family also spoke.
"Didn't you listen to what I said? You are blocking their way." Jiang Rufeng, a descendant of the Jiang family, also spoke.
After saying this, the other disciples suddenly burst into laughter, and the sarcasm in the laughter was extremely obvious.
It was obvious that none of the eight surnames took Fang Yi seriously, and because of his identity from the North, he became the laughing stock of everyone present.
Fang Yi didn't care at all about other people's ridicule, he just stared at Tang Buku in front of him.
Tang Buku glanced at Fang Yi and turned away.
Fang Yi was about to leave, but Tang Buku spoke again: "Fang Yi, I will fight for Luo Qingyi with you openly."
This sentence made Fang Yi stop. Fang Yi glanced at Tang Buku and shook his head: "First, she is married and I am her husband-in-law. You don't need to think about it. Second, I may not be worthy of Qing Yi, but as for you, I am even less worthy!"
The laughter stopped abruptly at this moment.
Tang Buku's face suddenly turned ugly.
The atmosphere on the court also began to become more and more subtle.
"Fang Yi! You made a big fuss about the Autumn Hunting Ceremony two days ago, and you're going to make a big fuss about the Mid-Autumn Festival today!!" Wang Zhijing finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted directly at Fang Yi: "Get out of here!"
"Am I not worthy?" Tang Buku laughed dumbly at this time: "Okay, I want to see why I am not worthy. Fang Yi, what ability and confidence do you have to say such a thing?"
"I heard that you are literate and can read. Okay, that's it. Let's compete today!" Tang Buku said directly.
[Mid-Autumn Festival Gathering, Down Syndrome Challenge]
You have 2 choices: 1. Ignore it and refuse the challenge.
[Auspicious sign: You will gain 5 luck points and additionally comprehend the "Hidden Edge" sword intention.
Ominous aspect: From now on, he will be ridiculed by the children of the eighth surname, and his Taoist heart will be damaged. 】
2. Accept the challenge and defeat Tang Buku.
[Good fortune: If you defeat Tang Buku, you will gain 10 luck points and additionally learn the sword move "One Sword Light and Cold Nineteen States".
Ominous aspect: If the challenge fails, all luck points will be deducted and the Taoist heart will be broken. 】
It's still a multiple choice question.
At this time, everyone present turned their eyes to Fang Yi, all wanting to see Fang Yi's jokes and excitement.
They were all watching what choice Fang Yi would make.
"I suddenly didn't want to leave." In full view of everyone, Fang Yi took back his steps, stepped back, and then walked towards Tang Buku step by step, "Today, I will tell you why you are not worthy."
After Fang Yi finished speaking, he glanced around the other people and laughed loudly: "In addition, I also want to tell you what I am going to do next. I am not targeting anyone, I am talking about all the people with the eighth surname here. , it’s all rubbish!”
As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't sit still.
"So brave!!"
"How dare my adopted son-in-law insult me!"
"Fang Yi, do you know what you are talking about?"
"Fang Yi is a thief and a barbarian from the north. How dare you speak like this!!"
For a moment, everyone stared at Fang Yi angrily, almost rising up in an instant and killing Fang Yi on the spot!
Wang Zhijing also looked at Fang Yi in disbelief. Is Fang Yi crazy? He is really going to make a big fuss at this Mid-Autumn Festival gathering.
Fang Yi calmly came to Zhang Qingchen, saluted him and said, "Student Fang Yi, I have met Mr."
"Mr. Shicai asked a question about the Mid-Autumn Festival. The students hesitated for a long time and didn't know how to explain it. Just now Tang Buku mentioned Qingyi, and the students suddenly felt emotional and wanted to write a poem. Can you?"
Zhang Qingchen had just witnessed everything that happened. He saw that Fang Yi was calm and calm, and he was not unhappy when he was ridiculed. He had the gentlemanly demeanor that the master said at the beginning. He also saw that Fang Yi had an extraordinary temperament and was polite. He suddenly felt happy. He felt a little favorable: "Since you have poetic talent, you might as well read it and listen to it."
"The student is from the North. He knows a few words, but he doesn't know calligraphy. I have a heartfelt request. Could you please help me, Sir, and give me a gift of calligraphy?" Fang Yi can read, but can't write. I was afraid that the characters would be ugly, so I asked Zhang Qingchen to write them.
"Forget it, I don't dare compare my calligraphy to that of the great Confucians, but I have practiced it for decades, so why not help you write it." Zhang Qingchen hesitated, but still agreed.
After saying that, he sat down on the stone bench, spread out his pen and ink, and Zhang Qingchen began to write.
At this time, Fang Yi also read the first sentence.
