Unbelievable!
Everyone was shocked, their eyes were full of shock, they couldn't believe this was true.
Ji Chen actually completed five second couplets in a short period of time. Each one was so neat and flawless.
The five second lines satirize five human phenomena.
Zhao Qingcheng and Xia Liyun were also shocked, looking at Ji Chen in disbelief, unable to believe it.
Xia Ziran and Lin Yunhai just stayed on the spot, their brains shut down.
All the Confucian students in the courtyard were amazed. They had been thinking hard and had no clue. Ji Chen actually came up with five second couplets in a matter of seconds.
This is the gap.
Fang Jingyu and Xu Wensheng turned pale, unable to accept the result. Their faces grew paler every time Ji Chen made a couplet.
The five second lines shattered all their confidence and pride.
Especially Xu Wensheng, the field he was proud of was so vulnerable to Ji Chen.
Are people with the qualifications of a literary saint really so terrifying?
At this time, Ji Chen's voice sounded again.
"In addition, I will give you a couplet. There are three masters in one city and two courtyards. They don't know the Four Books, Five Classics and Six Meanings, and they dare to teach seven or eighty-nine students. It is very bold."
Wow!
The whole hospital was in an uproar!
This first couplet is a strong irony of Luocheng Academy, because Luocheng Academy has two courtyards, the inner courtyard and the outer courtyard.
Ji Chen scolded both inside and outside Luocheng Academy.
In an instant, all the Confucian scholars in Luocheng Academy were angry. Ji Chen's half-couple was not only ironic, but also humiliating. Especially after they lost to Ji Chen, this feeling of humiliation became even stronger.
Xu Wensheng's face turned red, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore. He spat out a mouthful of blood, lay on the table, and passed out.
This sudden scene shocked everyone, and the blood spurting of the couplet was rare in the world.
The Confucian scholar next to him quickly checked Xu Wensheng's body.
After careful inspection, I found out that it was just a result of a sudden attack on the heart and blood stasis, so I breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's just that the anxiety attacks my heart, and the faintness passes."
Under the treatment of several Confucian scholars from Luocheng Academy, Xu Wensheng woke up slowly. His face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, and his eyes were lifeless.
All the Confucian scholars sighed, Xu Wensheng was ruined. He was defeated in his strongest field, all his self-confidence was shattered, his Taoist heart was shattered, his literary palace collapsed, and his future was ruined.
This is the struggle between scholars. There is no sword or sword, but it is extremely dangerous. One wrong step can ruin the future.
Fang Jingyu's eyes were red with anger, and he roared in an almost crazy voice.
"Ji Beigui! I want to challenge you to a sword fight. Do you dare to accept it?"
Luocheng Academy lost to Ji Chen again and again, losing all face, and even Xu Wensheng's Wen Palace collapsed.
The most important thing is that Ji Chen dared to use the couplet to humiliate Luocheng Academy. This was unacceptable to him. If you insult Luocheng Academy, you will die.
He challenged Ji Chen to a sword fight.
Ji Chen said: "Yes, but before that, we must settle the account first."
"How many spiritual stones, I owe you an IOU."
Fang Jingyu has gone crazy. He just wants to fight Ji Chen in a sword fight, come back in the last round, and trample Ji Chen under his feet to avenge his humiliation.
Ji Chen chuckled, "Based on the forty kilograms of spiritual stone, I made a total of five second couplets. Each second couplet was doubled, which is one thousand two hundred and eighty kilograms."
For a moment, everyone was stunned. One thousand, two hundred and eighty kilograms of spiritual stones?
How come there are so many?
Was there a miscalculation?
This is definitely a huge number. Not to mention ordinary wealthy clans, even those famous families may not be able to come up with it.
"That's nonsense, how could there be so many?"
Even Fang Jingyu was shocked by this huge number. One thousand, two hundred and eighty kilograms of spiritual stones, even if Fang was hollowed out, he couldn't get it out.
Ji Chen chuckled softly, "Are all those taught at Luocheng Academy a waste like you? They can't even do such simple math."
"Listen, let me calculate it for you. The winning number is forty kilograms. Doubling it is eighty kilograms. Doubling it again is one hundred and sixty kilograms. The third time is three hundred and twenty kilograms. The fourth time is six hundred and fourty kilograms. Ten kilograms, fifth times one thousand two hundred and eighty kilograms.”
Ji Chen did the math again, and everyone was surprised. It wasn't that they didn't know, but they were shocked when he did the math. The calculation is indeed correct, but it is too scary. Five times the weight has increased to 1,280 kilograms.
Seeing Fang Jingyu's expression of disbelief, Ji Chen said, "Are you disbelieving it, or are you planning not to admit it? The scholars here are all witnesses. If you admit it, you, Luocheng Academy, cannot afford to lose, or It's you, Fang, who can't afford to lose, so I don't need this spiritual stone."
"I sign!"
Fang Jingyu gritted his teeth, picked up his pen, and wrote an IOU for one thousand two hundred and eighty kilograms of spiritual stones.
If you say it out loud, the water will be thrown away. There are so many scholars at the scene looking at it. It is really impossible to deny it.
He didn't believe that Ji Chen really had the guts to go to Fang's with an IOU and ask for money.
As long as you dare to go, I dare to let you go and never come back.
After the IOU was written, Zhao Qingcheng and Xia Liyun were also asked to sign as witnesses.
Then the maid took all the lottery prizes and placed them on Ji Chen's table.
Ji Chen returned twenty kilograms of spiritual stones to Xia Ziran, and then put the IOU and the remaining twenty kilograms of spiritual stones into the ring.
Fang Jingyu said: "I am going to sword fight with you now. Please witness it with two noble men. If I beat you by even one move, I want you to kneel down and apologize to me, Luocheng Academy, and admit that Liangzhou Academy is not as good as Luocheng Academy."
When scholars fight swords, they compete on their understanding and understanding of swordsmanship, and on their skills. But Fang Jingyu had murderous intent. Although the sword fight was said to end with a single point, the sword had no eyes, and there were times when he couldn't hold his hand back. He wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of the sword fight to dethrone Ji Chen. Firstly, he could avoid the previous humiliation, and secondly, he could make a name for himself by stepping on Ji Chen's side.
Ji Chen's poem triggered a shocking vision. If he can defeat Ji Chen, it will prove that he is stronger than Ji Chen.
Zhao Qingcheng frowned slightly. She was so sensitive to murderous intent. She sensed it almost the moment Fang Jingyu revealed his murderous intent.
Little did they know that Ji Chen was more sensitive to murderous intent.
He said: "Sword fighting is a trick only children play, I can't do it!"
Fang Jingyu looked at Ji Chen coldly and sneered: "As a scholar, you can't even fight a sword, so what do you know?"
Ji Chen said: "I only know how to fight. I can raise my hand to tell the difference between life and death, and lower my head to tell the difference between life and death."
"Ha! What a loud tone." A Confucian scholar from Luocheng Academy mocked: "You can't control your own power, which proves that you haven't mastered swordsmanship yet. A true master of swordsmanship can grasp every ounce of power, and the sword can stab the wing of a fly. Without harming lives.”
"That's right, you can't even use a sword, right?"
Other Confucian scholars in Luocheng Academy also followed suit. They knew Fang Jingyu's intention and wanted to use the rules of sword fighting to restrain Ji Chen and make him restrain his hands and feet during the sword fight.
They have always done this in the past, with no disadvantages.
At this time, another Confucian scholar said: "I think you don't dare to compete, because you are afraid that if you lose, your status as a literary sage will not be guaranteed."
"You don't even dare to fight with swords, the Poet Saint, ha! It's just mediocre."
Several people mocked and tried to provoke Ji Chen into agreeing to a sword fight on their terms.
(End of chapter)
