"Killing Dao Zhan? My son, are you wrong? This Fifth Courtyard Tea Party is held for Wen Dao Zhan?"
Ci Qibai reacted for a long time before he recovered from the shock and looked at his son with doubts in his eyes.
"No, I was right. It was indeed a killing battle. Speaking of which, the cause of this incident was a disciple of Zilu Academy named Zhou Ge."
Ci Song told his father all the ins and outs of the Dao Killing War, including that Zhou Ge deliberately mocked himself and Yan Sheng Academy, and was later revoked as a direct disciple and expelled from the academy because of his inappropriate remarks. In order to vent his anger on Zhou Ge, Wen Dao During the battle, he took out the semi-holy treasure to fight against Bai Ye, but was eventually killed, causing the entire literary battle to escalate into a murderous battle.
Then Ci Song expressed his guess, "Father, I suspect that this killing battle was deliberately carried out by Zilu Academy. Their purpose is to attack Yan Sheng Academy."
"Oh? Tell me what you think." Ci Qibai released his pale golden talent and cleaned the ground.
"Because the development of all this is too smooth, and the traces are too heavy. Just like Zhou Ge, as a disciple of Zilu Academy, he dared to deliberately mock Yan Sheng Academy in front of the statue of Kong Sheng in the Holy Temple, even if Zhou Ge has no brains and should not act like this."
"You continue." Ci Qibai picked up another cup and poured himself another cup of tea.
"I suspect that someone behind this instigated Zhou Ge to do this. This person is most likely Zhou Shan, in order to deliberately provoke conflicts between Zilu Academy and Yan Sheng Academy." Ci Song said.
"Why couldn't the person behind Zhou Shan ask him to do this?" Ci Qibai asked rhetorically.
"Zhou Ge is really too stupid. There is no guarantee that such a person will leak the truth at any time. It is better to let Zhou Shan be the lobbyist. Even if Zhou Ge leaks the truth, he will only expose Zhou Shan and the people behind Zhou Shan. It’s irrelevant.”
"To put it bluntly, Zhou Ge is a dispensable and abandoned son who can be abandoned at any time. He has never been involved in the game from the beginning to the end. As for the person behind Zhou Shan, I guess it should be the dean of Zilu Academy."
A cold glint flashed in Ci Qi Bai's eyes, "You mean, Zhong Bo deliberately instigated this murderous battle? The purpose is to suppress Yan Sheng Academy?"
Ci Song nodded, "I suspect so."
"Then according to what you say, the person behind this has good intentions."
Ci Qibai put down the tea cup in his hand, and a faint voice came from his mouth, "However, based on my understanding of Zhong Bo, it is impossible for a cautious person like him to do such a reckless thing."
"Why?"
"Just because there is a white night in Yan Sheng Academy now, as long as Master is still alive in this world, even the old guys in the Master's Hall will not dare to touch him, let alone Zhong Bo, a literary giant."
Hearing his father mention the "First Master's Hall" again, Ci Song could no longer suppress the confusion in his heart and asked: "Father, what exactly is this First Master's Hall?"
"You don't need to know this for now."
Ci Qibai looked at him and wanted to excuse himself, so Ci Song said directly: "Father, Dean Yan asked me to tell you something."
"What words?"
"Dean Yan said that my brothers and sisters all died under the curse of the saint, and I have also been cursed by the saint. As for the murderer, Dean Yan suspects that he is a certain semi-saint from the Master's Hall."
"What did you say?"
At this moment, Ci Qibai's body suddenly burst out with a soaring aura. The air in the room instantly became tense, as if an invisible force was expanding. Tables, chairs, and even cups and other objects trembled in the light golden talent released from his body, as if they felt the threat of this power.
Under his talent, these objects were shattered into pieces one by one, and even the hard floor trembled under his feet, as if it was about to crack. The whole room shook under the force, as if the end of the world was coming.
Ci Qibai himself was knocked back several steps by the talent he unleashed. A flash of pain flashed in his eyes, but then disappeared. He gritted his teeth, released his talents, and barely stabilized his figure.
"what happened?"
A crimson sword light flashed, and Gongsun Cuo appeared in the room. Seeing the tragic situation in the room, his expression suddenly changed.
"What happened? Master, what's wrong with you?"
Gongsun Cuo quickly walked to Ci Qibai and supported him.
Ci Qibai waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.
"Uncle Wrong, it's the saint's curse. For so many years, my direction has been completely wrong." Ci Qibai's voice was hoarse, "Qing Yan and the others were all killed by the saint's curse."
"The Sage's Curse?"
Gongsun Cuo was stunned, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "Hasn't this curse been sealed by the First Master's Palace, so no one in the world can use it?"
Immediately afterwards, a look of shock appeared on Gongsun Cuo's face, "Could it be that those old diehards from the First Master's Palace were the ones who harmed Qing Yan and the others?"
"Yan Zheng told me about this. He would not tell me anything I was unsure of. It seems that those people still don't want to let me go."
Ci Qibai's hands trembled slightly, and a hint of murderous intent flashed across his face, "I have promised those old guys not to have anything to do with Confucianism or Taoism, but they still refuse to let go. They don't dare to take action against me. That’s all, they actually turned their target on my child, which is unforgivable.”
""This time, I want them to know that I am not someone to be trifled with. "
Ci Qibai took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled. A trace of determination and fierceness flashed in his eyes, and his voice became cold and hard, "Uncle Cuo, go and prepare immediately. Let's go to the Master's Hall."
"Qi Bai, this matter needs to be discussed in the long term. You are just a literary giant now, and you still need a certain amount of accumulation before you can go further."
Gongsun Cuo knew that Ci Qibai had lost his mind at this time, and it was necessary for him to persuade him, "No need."
Ci Qibai decisively rejected Gongsun Cuo's proposal and said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle Cuo, you don't have to persuade me anymore. This time, I will never tolerate it, even if it means becoming the enemy of the entire Xianshi Palace. Give up this Even if I save my life, I will kill all these treacherous old guys."
"What's more, Ci Song is still under the curse of a saint. We must find a solution."
Hearing that Ci Song was also cursed by a saint, Gongsun Cuo
There was a flash of shock in his eyes, and then he became angry, "In that case, let's go to the Master's Hall and settle this old score with those old guys."
Seeing that his father was about to do something that sounded dangerous, Ci Song quickly rushed to stop him.
He held Ci Qibai's hand tightly, his eyes full of determination, "Father, Grandpa, please don't be impulsive. Although I have the curse of a saint in my body, this curse has been resolved by Qu Sheng's saint's blessing. You don't need to Don’t worry about me anymore.”
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