Hearing this, Gongsun Cuo smiled and said: "Qi Bai, who said that literary giants can't kill half-saints? With me and my junior brother here, even those old guys who have lived for a thousand years, they dare to jump out Is that so? You are just a poet. You were famous for your poetry back then, so how could you ever be afraid of it?"
Listening to Gongsun Cuo's words, Ci Qibai took a deep breath. He shook his head and said, "Uncle Cuo, I'm the one who got into trouble. You're right. I'm a crazy poet. In this world, I can't do anything." There is nothing that scares me."
Ci Qibai's words were shocking, but Ci Song was already trembling in his heart at this time, feeling that the literary treasure passed down to him by his father turned out to be such a hot potato, saying that it was the source of all tragedies. It would be too much.
His father just passed it on to him. Can he really protect this gem of fortune?
Ci Qibai turned to look at Ci Song and saw through what he was thinking at a glance, "My son, you don't have to worry about the Wen Yun Jewel being robbed by others. It contains the spirit of a saint and you have already gained its recognition. Unless you take the initiative to take it away." Give it up or it will stay in your body and no one else can take it out.”
"That's it." Ci Song nodded with relief.
"What's more, you still have Mr. Ning by your side. Those old guys from the First Master's Hall want to touch you because they don't think you have a long life." Ci Qibai continued.
"Father, what is the realm of my teacher?"
Although Ci Song knew that his teacher was indeed very powerful, he really didn't know whether his teacher was a literary giant or a semi-saint.
Hearing this, Gongsun Cuo opened his mouth and explained: "My junior brother achieved semi-sainthood a hundred years ago."
"Zeng?" Ci Song heard something wrong in Gongsun's wrong words.
Gongsun Cuo shook his head helplessly, "My junior brother is different from ordinary people. After breaking through to the semi-saint, he killed himself as a semi-saint and turned into a mortal. From a semi-saint to a literary giant, I still can't understand what he did. What exactly is the purpose?”
"Ah?" Ci Song also couldn't understand why his teacher left half-sage alone and became a literary giant.
"But as the decades have passed, I have become increasingly unable to see through my junior brother. The last time I sparred with him was thirty years ago. At that time, I was already in the semi-saint realm, but I found that my sword could no longer keep up. He defeated me, and to this day, I don’t know how he did it, defeating me with a hundred moves.”
The more Gongsun Cuo said, the more Ci Song was shocked that his teacher was so powerful.
"So when I heard the news a few days ago that my junior brother wanted to compete with me again, to be honest, I thought my chance of winning was very low, maybe even less than 30%." Gongsun Cuo murmured.
"Grandpa Wong, when you have a sword duel with my teacher, can you let me follow you and see what you're doing?"
Ci Song has not seen a showdown between the strongest men in this world so far, and he is looking forward to seeing his teacher and Grandpa Cuo take action.
"Of course, I will definitely go all out to defeat my junior brother head-on." Gongsun Cuo said with a smile.
"My son, I have something to discuss with your grandpa alone. You should go back and take a rest first." Ci Qibai looked at Ci Song and said.
"good."
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On the other side, Duanmu Qingcang and Zhang Wuyan were sitting on the carriage heading to Yan Sheng Academy. They had different expressions on the way. Zhang Wuyan's face was filled with the word "joy", and he held the word "joy" in his hand. Bai wrote poems specifically for him and couldn't put them down.
Although Duanmu Qingcang is calm on the surface, there are already turbulent waves in his heart. His ability to perceive talents is far beyond ordinary people. Even without real contact with others, he can sense what other people's literary and moral cultivation is. Of course, his ability There is also a limit. At most, he can only see through the aura of a strong person who is two realms higher than him, that is, a great scholar.
He visited the General's Mansion, and just by walking in the front yard, he could sense the auras of no less than ten great scholars, not to mention Ci Kuangsheng and Gongsun Cuo, both of whom were at least literary men or above. .
What kind of concept is this? Today, in Zigong Academy, there are only seventy-two gentlemen with great Confucianism. Except for his father, who is a literary magnate, there is no one strong above the level of Great Confucianism.
If Zigong Academy and the General's Mansion go to war, it is still unclear who will win or lose.
"I understand that even though Zilu Academy and Zeng Sheng Academy hate Ci Kuang deeply, they dare not attack him easily." Duanmu Qingcang became more and more sure that he chose to be friends with Ci Song, and he was definitely an incomparable person. Right decision.
He turned to look at Zhang Wuyan, who was holding rice paper and was extremely excited, with a kind smile on his face. He didn't know whether it was a good thing for his junior brother to regard Ci Kuangsheng as someone he admired, but if he could become a person like As a senior brother, he would naturally be proud of someone like Ci Kuangsheng.
After all, when Ci Kuangsheng faced the entire Confucian crusade, he still had many friends who were willing to make enemies of the entire Confucian school for his own sake. How could someone with such a charming personality be as vicious and ruthless as the rumors say? ?
After a while, the carriage arrived in front of Yan Sheng Academy. Duanmu Qingcang and Zhang Wuyan stepped out of the carriage. After paying the fare, they arrived in front of Yan Sheng Academy. When they were about to enter the academy, they were stopped. People stopped.
"Wait a minute, this is Yan Sheng Academy. Non-disciples of Yan Sheng Academy are not allowed to enter?"
Duanmu Qingcang and the others looked up and found that the people who stopped them were two students from Yan Sheng Academy wearing brown linen clothes.
Seeing this, Zhang Wuyan didn't know what was going on for a moment. He was fine when he came out, so why wasn't he allowed in?
Duanmu Qingcang looked the two of them up and down and said slowly: "It seems that these two people should be newly recruited book boys, so it is normal for them not to recognize our identities."
"So that's it." Zhang Wuyan nodded.
"Please go and make an announcement. Duanmu Qingcang and Zhang Wuyan of Zigong Academy want to see Bai Ye of Yansheng Academy." Duanmu Qingcang said.
The two students looked at each other, and one of them hurried into the academy to report.
"Please come and wait here." Another bookboy said, leading the two of them to the table and chairs in front of the door and letting them sit down.
Duanmu Qingcang and Zhang Wuyan were sitting on chairs. Zhang Wuyan spread the rice paper in his hand flatly on the table and began to read it carefully.
When Duanmu Qingcang saw that Zhang Wuyan was still holding the poem, he couldn't help but complain, "Okay, Junior Brother Wuyan, this poem can't run away, when will it stop reading?"
Before Zhang Wuyan could answer, the book boy began to comment on the poem: "It's just a four-line limerick, does it need to be so cherished?"
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