"Miss Xu, let's continue."
Shou Yuncai spoke arrogantly.
The disciples of the Southern Holy Sect were all beaming when they saw him winning the first prize. On the other hand, the faces of the Northern Holy Sect disciples across from him were uglier than the last.
It's frustrating to be knocked at the door and lose the first move!
Xu Ruqing thought for a while and asked another question.
"Literati cross rivers and seas, warriors cross mountains. Make an idiom."
This question was difficult, and the scene froze for a moment.
Shou Yuncai said bitterly: "She is indeed a talented woman, and the questions she gave are also unique."
"If it were something simple, it wouldn't be able to show off your talents."
Xu Ruqing poured a cup of tea and watched the changes.
Zhao An thought for a while and came up with the answer in his mind, but he did not belong to the North Gate or the South Gate, and he did not want to be the first person.
Time passed by, and even the capital of Guanghan frowned and thought hard, let alone others.
"I wonder if Mr. Zhou has thought of the answer?" When no one answered, Shou Yun looked at Zhao An and clasped his fists pretendingly. Zhao An replied indifferently, thinking about it, which suddenly made everyone look at him.
Shou Yuncai said indifferently: "Sir, please give me some advice."
"Why should I answer you?"
"Sir, don't you think the literary competition is interesting?"
"Interesting?" Zhao An sneered, "Does literary talent strengthen the army, or can it feed and clothe the people?"
One word made the hall audible.
"Hey, you crazy guy! Stop talking nonsense!"
The southern disciples couldn't sit still and scolded them one after another.
Xu Ruqing also didn't expect that Zhao An would dare to offend the Southern School directly, so she couldn't help but sweat secretly, but she didn't know what to say to smooth things over.
Zhao An chuckled and said, "Is it interesting for a group of people who only know how to drop books and bags all day long?"
"How dare you!"
Someone stood up angrily.
In fact, at this time, neither the southern disciples nor the northern disciples looked good-looking.
They know their own abilities. Apart from writing some sour poems and reciting some masterpieces of sages, they can do nothing else.
But these things can bring them fame, being held in the palm of others' hands, making them a gentleman and a talented person.
Now, what they hold as a standard has been devalued as worthless. How can they stand still?
"Why don't I dare to say it? I can't defend the enemy from outside, and I can't enrich the people from inside. I specialize in pen and ink articles. It seems glamorous, but in fact... Haha!"
Zhao An's lazy laughter made everyone blush, as if they had been slapped hard.
Shou Yuncai's smile completely disappeared, and he said disdainfully: "From your tone, sir, are you looking down on all the scholars in the world?"
"I don't despise scholars, I just despise book bags. I'm sorry, everyone, please don't take your seat."
"you!"
Shou Yuncai was furious and pointed his finger at him.
Ao Ruo also felt the sarcasm and disdain coming towards him. Fortunately, he regarded Zhou Huang as his opponent, and they didn't take him seriously at all.
"Mr. Zhou's contempt for us is tantamount to contempt for the Holy Sect."
"Don't blame me anymore, and you can continue competing, just ignore me."
Zhao An leisurely poured himself a cup of tea, causing everyone to grin.
"We are just trying to gain fame and reputation, but my husband may not be any better. He said that he should establish a heart for the world, establish a destiny for the people, carry on the unique knowledge of the past saints, and create peace for all generations. I wonder if you can achieve such a heroic and lofty ambition!"
Shou Yuncai refused to give up and continued to attack.
Zhao An laughed, "I haven't done it, but at least I can say it and prove my intention. But you can't say it, wouldn't it be funnier? You can't even compare to me, a layman, so what kind of knowledge do you have?"
"Zhou! Huang!"
Shou Yuncai was about to explode.
His face was bruised and purple, and he wished he could vomit blood three times. He could no longer maintain the calmness and ease he had when he first arrived.
And a group of students watching the theater were all holding back their laughter.
As expected of Mr. Zhou, he can kill people without showing blood with his mouth. Look at the expressions of the students from the Southern Holy Sect. It’s so fun!
Xu Ruqing's mouth opened wide.
She knew that Zhao An had a venomous mouth, but she didn't expect it to be so venomous. He could make people half-dead even though he didn't even use a single curse word.
As everyone knows, Zhao An is sitting here today just to dampen the spirit of the Southern Holy Sect and let them know that this capital cannot allow them to run wild.
Guang Hanzhi said displeasedly: "We have heard of Mr. Zhou's name even as far away as the south, but today I would like to ask for advice to see if Mr. Zhou's talents are as good as his words."
"That's right, I'm afraid it's hard to live up to its reputation!"
The disciples of the Holy Sect in the south were shouting, extremely unhappy.
Zhao An said: "Guess the puzzle first and then challenge me."
"Crazy man!"
They were scolded, but everyone was numb when they thought about Xu Ruqing's puzzle. They really didn't know how to do it.
Guang Hanzhi continued to think hard with a stern face, but Shou Yuncai said disdainfully: "Since you have guessed it, sir, why don't you tell me the answer and let us see it."
"What's so difficult about it? The answer is to recover from the difficulties."
"Why!"
Everyone was in a daze.
"The ancients said that literature is like water and martial arts is like mountains. Scholars cross rivers and seas, and warriors cross mountains. Isn't it just that mountains and rivers can be restored?"
As soon as Zhao An's explanation came out, everyone was in an uproar.
Xu Ruqing praised: "Mr. Zhou is right, the answer is that mountains and rivers can be restored."
Shou Yuncai's face jumped wildly, and he said sadly: "Did Mr. Zhou come up with the answer to the riddle by himself?"
"What do you mean!"
There was a commotion among the disciples of the Northern Holy Sect.
No matter what, Zhao An is a good friend of the Cui family. If he comes to suppress the Southern Holy Sect, it will still benefit the North. How can Shou Yuncai question it?
"Don't be angry, everyone. He is so close to Miss Xu. My suspicion is reasonable."
"Sir, are you saying that the little girl colluded with Mr. Zhou to deal with Zhou Shengmen? You must be responsible for your words!"
Xu Ruqing was angry, frost written all over her pretty face.
Jiuyin on the side clenched the hilt of the sword and stared at it quietly. Shouyun shivered on the spot and reluctantly surrendered.
"Forgive me, girl, I don't mean that."
"That's what you mean." Zhao An, fearing that the world would be in chaos, rolled his eyes and said, "Miss Jiuyin, this guy insulted your young lady. If you don't poke 10,000 transparent holes in him, how long will it take?"
Everyone couldn't laugh or cry.
Could this bastard be any more shameless?
This is a Wenbi, not a Wubi!
Xu Ruqing stood up and said coldly: "Since the little girl is sitting at the same table with Mr. Zhou, and you think Mr. Zhou is cheating, then the little girl should stay away. But if you still lose, there should be no excuse, right?"
Shou Yuncai was speechless and could only laugh.
Just like that, in the eyes of everyone, Xu Ruqing and Jiuyin found a seat alone and sat down.
"The little girl will come up with a topic next, and you guys can compose poems."
She knows Zhao An too well.
Each of Zhao An's poems is a quatrain, and he can directly press Nanshengmen to the ground and rub it. Even Zhou's attainments in poetry are far behind!
