Zhong Wen did not know Zhu Cong and Chu Qiuyang.
Hearing that these two middle-aged men were jealous of Ning Jie and competed with each other every day, he didn't have any other thoughts except that he complained in his heart that "old cows eat young grass".
However, after the competition, a conversation between the two made him feel a little fond of Chu Qiuyang. At the same time, he felt that Zhu Cong was a bit arrogant and annoying.
Hearing the words "Marry Miss Ning" uttered from Zhu Cong's mouth, and the image of Ning Jie staying with him for life emerged in his mind, Zhong Wen suddenly felt a strong sense of rejection from the depths of his soul.
Without thinking deeply, he blurted out: "Could this be Sister Ning Jiening's competition to recruit a bride?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he began to regret it.
After all, this matter has nothing to do with him.
It's just that this world is different from WeChat and QQ, and there is no "withdraw" option.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes were focused on him, including Zhu Cong and Chu Qiuyang.
"Little brother, there is no martial arts contest, it's just a personal competition between Zhu and this brother Chu." Zhu Cong saw that he was young and thought he was just a new disciple of Wendao Academy, and patiently explained, " Both of us are admirers of Miss Ning, and we came here to propose marriage to her. Miss Ning is the number one person in theology among the younger generation, so she must attach great importance to her future husband’s attainments in theology. Chu and I I have been competing here many times to let Miss Ning know who is more suitable for her."
How come this young man looks so similar to Junior Brother Zhong?
The moment Chu Qiuyang saw Zhong Wen, he was shocked. He realized that this young man looked exactly like his late junior brother. He didn't say a word, but he was full of thoughts in his heart.
"So, it's just the two of you who made your own decisions. Even if you beat him, Sister Ning may not marry you?" Zhong Wen said in a rough voice, "Then what's the point of this competition?"
"That's not what you say." Zhu Cong shook his head repeatedly, "As Zhu said just now, Miss Ning must be very concerned about her future husband's attainments in theology and literature. This brother Chu is a member of the younger generation of the 'Lingxiao Holy Land' Zhu is a leader in divine literature and can win a battle, which will somewhat make Miss Ning feel good about her."
"I see. Listening to you is really better than ten years of reading." Zhong Wen nodded and said blankly, "I once saw Sister Ning from a distance. At that time, I said, 'This woman should only exist in the sky. Nine days. "The fairy descended to the mortal world. From then on, I couldn't think about tea or food. I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep at night, but I didn't know how to get close to her. It turns out that as long as I show my attainments in divine literature, I can make Sister Ning notice me."
Are you worthy of this guy?
When Zhu Cong heard this, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth and almost laughed out loud.
However, the words he heard next made his jaw drop to the ground in shock.
"I also want to compete with you to see who is more suitable for Sister Ning." Zhong Wen pointed at Zhu Cong and said loudly.
"Little, little brother, are you sure you want to compete with me on divine literature?" Zhu Cong was still worried that he heard wrongly, so he confirmed again and again.
"What, are you scared?" Zhong Wen said proudly, "You, uncle, really have some discernment, have you noticed my extraordinary qualities?"
Who gave you confidence?
Zhu Cong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He felt that there was something wrong with the young man's mind: "Then do you want a civil fight or a physical fight?"
"How you compare with him, I will compare with you." Zhong Wen pointed at Chu Qiuyang beside him.
"Okay, then let's go to the fourth floor and each pick a gold-level ancient spiritual skill." Zhu Cong did not take him seriously and responded casually, "Look through the time for two seconds, and then use this newly learned spiritual skill to compare How about a fight?"
You've already killed me, what else can I do?
Zhong Wen smiled secretly in his heart, but said seriously: "That's very good."
The crowd around was in an uproar, and many Holy Land disciples were talking about it, asking each other which new disciple this young man in white was, who was so ignorant that he dared to challenge the top divine literature scholar of the young generation of Qixing Pavilion.
"Junior sister Ran, I think this young man came with you." A disciple of the Holy Land asked Ran Sujuan, "Who is his disciple? Isn't he going to lose the face of our academy by being so reckless?"
"Senior Brother Qi, he is a distinguished guest of the Academy." Ran Sujuan shook her head slightly and said with a smile, "He is not a disciple of anyone."
"I just heard the sound of the bell ringing. Could it be that this young man was answering the stone tablet?" Senior Brother Qi also reacted very quickly, "To be able to enter the academy by answering questions, his attainments in divine literature are quite extraordinary. No wonder he dares to challenge Scholar Zhu. But I don’t know how many questions he answered correctly?”
Ran Sujuan stroked her hair gently and smiled without saying a word.
Zhong Wen and Zhu Cong walked towards the fourth floor one after another. Chu Qiuyang stared at his back closely and opened his mouth, but in the end no words came out.
"In order to facilitate martial arts for the disciples of the Academy, Sage Wen Dao specially organized all the gold-level offensive skills in this area." Zhu Cong spent many days in the library of the Academy of Wen Dao, and he was already familiar with the road. Pointing to the dozen bookshelves on the fourth floor, he said slowly, "Since my little brother is a member of the academy, he must know that what Zhu said is true. How about we randomly select a book from among them and confirm each other?"
Zhong Wen didn't know whether what he said was true or not, but there were many disciples from the Academy following behind him to watch the fun. Seeing that no one raised any questions, he expected that Zhu Cong would not lie in this regard, so he nodded blankly and said: " You pick first.”
"If that's the case, then Zhu will make a move." Zhu Cong saw that the young man was dumbfounded, and he was even more convinced that he was a fledgling and reckless person, but he behaved very gracefully.
He came to a row of bookshelves, picked out an ancient book at random, and said without looking at it: "Zhu chose this one."
Zhong Wen took a closer look and saw "Blue Wave Palm" written on the cover of the book.
He followed suit, came to the same bookshelf, and took out an ancient book: "Then I will choose this one."
"I found the 'Spiritual Skills' book "Kamikaze Legs". Do you want to include it? Yes/No."
He closed his eyes for a moment, and a line of small words immediately popped up on the bookshelf panel in his mind. Immediately, a book called "Kamikaze Kicks" appeared in the "Gold Grade" position on the bookshelf.
After casually flipping through it, Zhong Wen already had a clear understanding of the contents of the entire secret book.
"Little brother, we have only two moments to use our knowledge of divine literature to study the secret books." Zhu Cong said very kindly, "Then we will use the spiritual power of the earth chakra level to activate these two spiritual skills and have a discussion. "
Zhong Wen nodded, ignored him, went back upstairs directly, sat on the tea table he had selected earlier, drank a sip of tea, stuffed a snack, pretended to flip through the classics in his hand with his left hand, and made a The attitude of reading.
"Holy land, why can't you even put in the seasoning?" Zhong Wen frowned and said, "When you eat this pastry in your mouth, it almost fades away."
Ran Sujuan: "..."
She was speechless about Zhong Wen, who was still struggling with the taste of pastries when the competition was about to begin.
On the contrary, Xiaolan laughed like a silver bell and said: "The saint attaches great importance to training the will of his disciples and stipulates that extravagance must be eradicated in the academy. Those sweet and greasy pastries are not allowed to be served. "
"How can one speak firmly without being tested?" Zhong Wen shook his head disapprovingly, took another sip of tea, and commented carelessly, "This tea is quite fragrant."
Ran Sujuan couldn't help but ask: "Are you really Xiaojie's admirer?"
"Sister Ning and I are just ordinary friends." Zhong Wen chuckled and said, "I just can't stand the face of people named Zhu."
"You are really..." Ran Sujuan couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, "What if we lose?"
"If you lose, you lose." Zhong Wen laughed and said, "He is a famous scholar, and he beats a nobody like me. Is there anything strange about it?"
Ran Sujuan and Xiaolan were immediately speechless.
Different from the harmonious scene where Zhong Wen was chatting and laughing, Zhu Cong was sitting at another table, concentrating on flipping through the book "Blue Wave Palm" in his hand, without blinking, as if he wanted to eat the whole book into his stomach. , facing Zhong Wen, who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, he actually had a serious attitude like a lion fighting a rabbit.
"The time is up!" The person in charge of keeping time was none other than Senior Brother Qi who had just been talking to Ran Sujuan.
Zhong Wen, who had been lazily, suddenly sat up straight, turned over the secret book in his hand with "swish", and actually put on a cramming posture, which made everyone around him speechless for a while. There were still a few students. The people in the palace were hoping for a miracle, but now they have given up hope.
"Little brother, please!" Zhu Cong made a mistake in his steps, appeared erratically in the open space, and saluted Zhong Wen.
Zhong Wen wanted to turn two more pages, but Ran Sujuan on the side couldn't stand it anymore, so she stepped forward and snatched "Kamikaze Kick" from his hand, and said angrily: "Here we go!"
Zhong Wen was deprived of the secret book, so he had to walk slowly to the opposite side of Zhu Cong, and casually cupped his hands: "Come on!"
"Be careful!" Zhu Cong decided in his heart that Zhong Wen was a fool, and was not annoyed by his rude behavior. He reminded him, and waved out his right hand, with palm movements stacked one after another, like rippling blue waves. In just two moments, he had actually mastered the essence of the golden spiritual skill "Blue Wave Palm".
Zhong Wen stood there carelessly, watching Zhu Cong's continuous palm strikes. He suddenly raised his leg and kicked Zhu Cong's right palm aside as fast as the wind. Then, without waiting for the opponent's reaction, he kicked Zhu Cong's right palm aside. He kicked Zhu Cong straight in the face with another kick, using a sophisticated technique, as if he had been immersed in this spiritual skill for decades.
"Damn it, it's really a kamikaze kick. I've been practicing this skill for half a year." A Holy Land disciple exclaimed, "Why do I feel like he's more skilled at it than me?"
"Could he have learned this spiritual skill before?" Another Holy Land disciple guessed, "Then he pretended to be a new spiritual skill and tried to challenge Scholar Zhu to attract people's attention."
"It must be so. Otherwise, how could I have mastered the golden spiritual skill to such an extent after just watching absently for a while?" The acquaintances around me echoed in unison, "This kid actually cheated. It's really shameful!"
At this time, Zhong Wen on the court has completely taken the initiative, his kicks are getting faster and faster, and his moves are agile and fast, forcing Zhu Cong to retreat again and again. The half-baked "Bibo Palm" has no power to fight back, almost He would be forced into the crowd of onlookers.
"boom!"
With a soft sound, Zhong Wen kicked Zhu Cong's hands away with his left leg, and then kicked his right leg fiercely, with a natural and smooth connection. He kicked Zhu Cong's chest hard and kicked him away, sending him back ten seconds. He took a few steps to stabilize his body.
"Damn it, this boy actually defeated Scholar Zhu!"
"I saw that right!"
"He looks younger than twenty, doesn't he?"
"Is he an old monster who is proficient in the art of keeping his appearance?"
"Do you think the bell on the mountain was ringing to welcome him?"
The surrounding people were in an uproar.
"Little brother, have you learned this spiritual skill a long time ago?" Zhu Cong never expected that he would be defeated by a young boy. His mind changed quickly and he asked loudly.
