"Little Zhuge" Zhu Cong was originally a talented person. His attainments in sacred literature were the best among the "young" generation in Qixing Pavilion, and he was naturally very high-spirited.
When others saw that he had achieved an impressive record of forty-eight wins and nine losses in the competition with Chu Qiuyang, they were all filled with admiration.
Little did he know that every time he was defeated, he would hide in the hut alone, gnashing his teeth, holding on to the wall and slapping himself hard, which shows his strong self-esteem.
Chu Qiuyang is the number one person in divine literature among the younger generation in Lingxiao Holy Land, and he is also a reputable existence among the Seven Holy Lands. Even Zhu Cong finds it unbearable to lose to such a powerful opponent, let alone Zhong Wen at such a young age. In his opinion, a boy with a slightly abnormal mind.
If he couldn't save his face, how could he continue to stay in the Wen Dao Academy, let alone capture Ning Jie's heart.
In a hurry, he suddenly said: "Little brother, have you learned this spiritual skill a long time ago?"
The implication was obviously that he was accusing Zhong Wen of cheating.
"I've never heard of this spiritual skill." Zhong Wen shook his head and denied.
"No matter what kind of fighting genius you are, if you learn a gold-level spiritual skill from scratch, you will never reach such a level of proficiency without working hard for more than ten days." Zhu Cong gritted his teeth and said, "Little brother, how old are you? Qing Qing, no matter how astonishing your attainments in divine literature are, if you say that you can master this kicking technique in two seconds, please forgive me for not believing it."
"Do you mean you won't admit defeat?" Zhong Wen didn't expect that a well-known scholar in the Holy Land would actually cheat, so he couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, a cold look flashed in his eyes.
"It's not that Zhu doesn't want to admit it, it's just that this matter is too unbelievable." Zhu Cong shook his head and said, "If we can't compete again, it's really hard to convince me."
"Little brother, just now you were just chatting and drinking tea without studying the classics, but you are extremely skilled in this kicking technique." Senior Brother Qi on the side interjected, "Not to mention Brother Zhu, even we bystanders are also It’s inevitable to have doubts, since you won with your true talent and learning, what’s the harm in another competition?”
"Exactly, exactly!"
"If you don't dare, you probably cheated in that scene just now."
"One more time, one more time!"
Among the melon-eating crowd, there were echoes of agreement. The people of the Holy Land seemed to be lively, just like the uncles and aunts on the street.
"Okay, then I'll play with you one more time." Zhong Wen sighed and said helplessly, "It doesn't take much effort anyway."
The implication was that Zhu Cong was not taken seriously at all.
"That's exactly what it should be." Zhu Cong couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him accepting the challenge, and forced a smile on his face.
Returning to the fourth floor of the library, Zhu Cong no longer dared to hold up the book. He rummaged along several bookshelves for a long time and finally carefully took out a copy of "Evil-Breaking Sword Technique". Without waiting for Zhong Wen to pick it up, he went to work on his own. I ran upstairs to study it, and my demeanor was completely different from before.
He chose this spiritual skill after careful consideration, knowing that compared to boxing and kicking skills, his ability to comprehend swordsmanship was slightly better.
Zhong Wen still looked careless. He rolled his eyes and suddenly pointed at Senior Brother Qi who had just intervened: "Brother, since you all suspect me of cheating, why don't you choose the classics for me."
Senior Brother Qi was stunned for a moment, but did not refuse. He walked directly to a bookshelf, casually pulled out a book of spiritual skills and handed it to Zhong Wen. The four characters "Ruyi Fingering" were written on the cover.
When Ran Sujuan saw it, she frowned slightly and said with some regret: "It's actually a fingering technique. It's not easy to compete with the sword technique."
In his words, he seemed to prefer Zhong Wen who he brought with him.
"Thank you, brother!" Zhong Wen took the spiritual skills book with a smile, went back upstairs and sat down again, continuing to drink tea and eat cakes.
This time, he no longer complained about the taste of the snacks. He flipped through the spiritual skills book at will with his right hand, with a mysterious smile on his face: "Sister Ran, Miss Xiaolan, you are idle when you are idle. Let me tell you something." Just a story."
"Okay!" Before Ran Sujuan could answer, Xiaolan had already agreed.
Looking at this lively and cheerful girl, Zhong Wen suddenly thought of Zheng Yueting's beautiful figure in a green shirt, and he felt inexplicably better.
"You are still in the middle of a competition, what story are you telling!" Ran Sujuan couldn't help but glare at him, "If you lose this time, others will think your previous victory was strange, so don't be careless."
"Don't worry, with just the material he has, even if he has two hands and two feet, he won't be able to beat me." Zhong Wen curled his lips nonchalantly.
"Let him have two hands and two feet, what else do you want to compete with?" Xiaolan was amused by him and said with a "puff" smile.
Zhong Wen had a naughty smile on his face and did not answer. He changed the topic: "My story is called 'The Daughter of the Sea'. It is said that there once was a mermaid princess... She was deeply attracted by the handsome prince... Request An alchemy master transforms himself into a human..."
Ever since he drew the book "Andersen's Fairy Tales", he had never had time to tell it to the little Lolita. At this time, out of boredom, he suddenly had a whim and selected one of the famous chapters and adapted it into an otherworldly version. He planned to use Ran Sujuan and two people to try it. Try the effect.
At the beginning, Xiaolan even jumped in and asked questions such as "What is a mermaid?" As the plot progressed, the two girls gradually stopped speaking and seemed to be fascinated, completely immersed in it.
Several Holy Land disciples nearby saw him absent-mindedly chatting with the beautiful woman after the competition, and were quite unhappy. Two nosy people were about to come up and scold them, but unexpectedly came closer and were attracted by his ups and downs. After listening to a few sentences attentively, they also fell into the trap, stopped one after another, and became listeners honestly.
Gradually, more and more Holy Land disciples gathered around Zhong Wen. They were all concentrating and holding their breath without taking a breath. Some of them even brought stools and tea from the next table to drink and listen, which was very comfortable. .
"The prince still loves the girl who saved him in his heart. He has no idea that it is the little mermaid..." Zhong Wenzheng was getting excited when he suddenly heard Senior Brother Qi say loudly in the distance: "The time has come!"
"Sorry, I'm going to compete." Zhong Wen smiled and stood up.
"Ah, don't go!" Several voices came from all directions, including the two beauties Ran Sujuan and Xiaolan, as well as the disciples of the Holy Land, A, B, B, D, Wu, Ji, Gengxin...
Zhong Wen looked at the two girls who looked nervous with some surprise, secretly thinking that fairy tales can be enjoyed in other worlds. If he becomes a storyteller in the future, he will have another source of material.
"You... you go first!" Ran Sujuan realized something was wrong, her pretty face turned red, and she said softly, "Be careful."
"Little brother, please advise!"
When he came to the central open space and stood still, Zhu Cong swung the long sword in his hand, held two sword flowers, and then pointed at Zhong Wen, as if he couldn't wait.
"Please!" Zhong Wen waved his hand lazily, his indifferent expression just short of "It doesn't matter."
Zhu Cong's long sword vibrated, and with the sound of breaking through the air, he struck hard at Zhong Wen's right shoulder.
As he said, if you want to practice a gold-level spiritual skill from scratch, it is extremely difficult for even a top genius to master it in less than ten days and a half. Reaching the top ranks, in these short two moments, he can only roughly understand the first eight moves of the "Evil-Breaking Sword Technique".
Even so, the sword moves performed in his hands were resounding and powerful, and already had some of the essence of the "Evil-Breaking Sword Technique".
Zhong Wen stood quietly. When the sword came close to his shoulder, he suddenly stretched out his right index finger and tapped it lightly, hitting the sword body. The force of his finger vibrated, and he easily bounced away the sword swung by Zhu Cong.
"It's really the 'Ruyi Finger Technique'!" A disciple of the Holy Land who was listening to his story earlier said in surprise, "He just flipped through the classics a few times, and he was actually able to perform this technique?"
"Is it possible to use other fingering methods to confuse the audience?" asked someone next to him.
It is true that Zhong Wen is too young and does not look like a master of divine literature. This time, the secret book was selected by Senior Brother Qi. This person could not say much. He could only maliciously speculate that Zhong Wen's current spiritual skills were not "Ruyi Fingering".
"Impossible, this is indeed the 'Ruyi Fingering Technique'." The man before was quite sincere, shaking his head and denying, "I have spent so much effort on this spiritual skill, I will never admit my mistake!"
"Dang~dang~"
On the field, Zhu Cong had already used all the first eight moves of swordsmanship. Every time his sword came close to Zhong Wen, it would be flicked away by him with one finger.
This gold-level fingering technique is performed in Zhong Wen's hands with ease and freedom, and it really lives up to the name of "Ruyi".
Zhu Cong couldn't help but feel anxious when he saw that he had not mastered the swordsmanship after studying it for two moments. The flaw in his already unskilled swordsmanship suddenly appeared.
"middle!"
Zhong Wen shouted softly, stretched out his right hand quickly, and skillfully flicked his index finger on the hilt of Zhu Cong's sword. The angle was extremely tricky. Zhu Cong didn't know what he was doing. He couldn't hold the sword in his hand and flew straight out. With a "dang" sound, it flew away from the distance. Falling far away on the ground of the fifth floor.
Taking advantage of Zhu Cong's brief hesitation, Zhong Wen pointed out again, his fingertips firmly stopping in front of Zhu Cong's throat: "I accept."
After losing two games in a row to a young man who was less than twenty years old, Zhu Cong's face turned blue and purple. He no longer had the arrogant aura he had when facing Chu Qiuyang. He was breathing heavily and his face was uncertain. He wanted to admit defeat completely, but he was unwilling to do so. He stood there for a long time, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Let's compete again!"
"You don't even have an excuse this time?" Zhong Wen chuckled, "It's no good that you are called 'Little Zhuge'. You can't even think of a reason to cheat. How can you be half as charming as Zhuge Kongming?"
"Who is Zhuge Kongming?" Zhu Cong was stunned when he heard this and said inexplicably.
Zhong Wen: "..."
He suddenly remembered that "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" did not seem to exist in this world.
"Then why are you called 'Little Zhuge'?" He couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Of course it's because of Mr. Zhuge Qingjiang, the world's greatest master of theological literature." Zhu Cong blurted out, "Zhu is quite accomplished in theological literature. He was so loved by everyone in the pavilion that he was given the title of 'Little Zhuge'. I hope that one day I can reach the heights of Mr. Zhuge.”
I am indeed in another world!
Zhong Wen sighed in his heart and suddenly said: "If you want to compete again, it's fine. It's just that you can't do it three times. If you still can't win, please leave Wendao Academy obediently and don't pester Sister Ning anymore."
Zhu Cong hesitated for a moment, and his eyes finally regained his determination: "It's a deal!"
He was really unwilling to just leave with his tail between his legs in dejection, his eyes rolling as if he had made some kind of determination.
At this time, a beautiful white figure appeared at the front entrance of the bottom floor of the library.
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