A night of silence.
Early next morning.
Yu Huanshui was invited to the practice ground early in the morning. This was the only place in the entire academy that was big enough. Although it was dilapidated, it could accommodate the monks outside the academy.
Li Xiaobai followed him, and after a night of unremitting efforts, he successfully let out the news that Chen Qingquan wanted to seize power.
Now everyone knows Chen Qingquan's little thoughts. In addition to visiting Yu Huanshui, those who come here have another goal: to witness the master-disciple battle.
What scholars cultivate is literary spirit. This thing can gather a certain momentum, and the momentum is enough to ride the wind and waves and soar up, and cultivate thousands of miles with each passing day.
The quickest way to quickly gather this momentum is to create high-quality works that are recognized by people all over the world. Classic works that are well-known by word of mouth will bring immeasurable benefits to the author.
They want to record this master-disciple battle and write it into a book. This gimmick will definitely make it popular.
"Pingyuan Xingchen Yinliu has met Mr. Yu!"
"Sirius Lu Ziye has met Mr. Fish!"
"...I've seen Mr. Fish!"
"Mr. Fish's successful escape is good news to scholars all over the world!"
A large group of monks entered the training ground and bowed to the sound of fish and water from a distance.
Sometimes Li Xiaobai doubts himself. Yu Huanshui is really a god in the minds of scholars, but why has he not felt the temperament of this scholar at all along the way?
It feels very wretched. How did you become a spiritual leader?
"Everyone is welcome, it's just a little trouble. I've alerted you to come and greet you. Yu's heart is very warm. Thank you very much."
"Xiaoquanzi, look at your seat. Everyone here is a guest. Please treat everyone. If anyone feels uncomfortable staying in the academy, let me ask you!"
Yu Huanshui directed Chen Qingquan and said calmly.
Chen Qingquan nodded, even though he was extremely reluctant in his heart, he still followed the instructions and greeted the monks one by one.
Seeing this scene, the monks coming and going became even more convinced of Li Xiaobai's gossip.
It seems that it is true that Yu Huanshui and Chen Qingquan are not getting along. In the past, Mr. Yu would not be overbearing and send Chen Qingquan to do such trivial things. Moreover, the unconvinced look in Chen Qingquan's eyes clearly showed that he had a bad temper.
"We are happy to see that Mr. Yu is safe. I wonder who the young man next to Mr. Fish is. I saw him following him yesterday. Could it be that he is the descendant of Mr. Yu?"
Among the crowd, a female scholar stood up and asked loudly.
A strange light appeared in Chen Qingquan's eyes, and he started!
This female disciple was arranged by him, and his plan started from now on.
"No, this person's name is Li Xiaobai. He is a close friend of Mr. Yu who he met in the eighteenth level of hell. The two of us relied a lot on him to escape from the underworld."
Yu Huanshui said with a smile.
Li Xiaobai nodded: "I don't study."
To tell the truth, I am not afraid of scaring people to death. The female disciple will not be able to deal with the friends I made in the eighteenth level of hell.
Her mission today was to stir up a topic and trigger a dispute between herself and Li Xiaobai, and then attack Li Xiaobai to weaken some of Yu Huanshui's momentum in preparation for the highlight of the evening.
But she found that her position was small. Is Li Xiaobai really a younger generation disciple?
Who can be imprisoned in the eighteenth level of hell is not an extremely vicious person. She seems to have trapped herself in it.
There was also quite a commotion in the crowd.
"The eighteenth level of hell!"
"This young man is also a prisoner imprisoned in the eighteenth level of hell?"
"So, he and Mr. Yu are inmates and got to know each other in prison!"
"This is the only way it makes sense. Otherwise, Mr. Fish will leave the underworld and go straight to the Eight Wastelands. Where will he have time to make friends along the way?"
The female scholar quickly organized her thoughts and continued according to the words she had prepared earlier:
"Although the senior doesn't study, he must be recognized by Mr. Yu. He must have his own unique insights into literature. The junior wants to ask for advice today. I wonder if the senior can give me some advice?"
"Your husband is sitting here and you don't ask for advice. Instead, you ask me, an outsider, for my opinion. Isn't this a slap in the face of Yumi Academy in front of everyone in the world?"
"Sister, what do you think?"
Li Xiaobai looked at her like a fool, there was something wrong with this woman's head.
"It doesn't hurt to let her ask. Literature is all about learning from others' strengths."
Yu Huanshui patted Li Xiaobai on the shoulder and gave him a look to understand.
Li Xiaobai understood instantly that this guy wanted him to take over and let Chen Qingquan's farce continue.
He didn't understand. He had no system now, and Yu Huanshui's cultivation had also been sealed. Why should he fight with Chen Qingquan, the great disciple? Why couldn't he just calm down?
Before he could speak, the female scholar saluted and said, "Thank you, sir!"
"I would like to ask the seniors what they think of the classics left by their predecessors. Do future generations need innovation and change, or do they just need to continue the old ways of their predecessors?"
There was a faint sound of rolling thunder in the void.
The sky darkened in an instant.
The appearance of the Sanskrit Sound of the Great Way is an unusual problem.
"The context is long. This female disciple is communicating with the world through herself. She seems to be asking about Li Xiaobai, but she is actually asking about the way of heaven!"
"But Heaven can't speak, so Li Xiaobai's answer is equivalent to answering for Heaven. If he doesn't answer well, it will offend Heaven!"
"That's not right. Didn't Li Xiaobai say that he doesn't study? How could Heaven pay attention to him?"
"Have you forgotten that it was Mr. Yu who asked him to take over this girl? With Mr. Yu's approval, it will naturally attract the attention of Heaven!"
The monks around him lamented that this trip was not in vain, as it was so exciting as soon as it started.
This female scholar has the demeanor of a dead warrior.
Using her own culture to communicate between heaven and earth, she was not enough to attract the aliens on her own, but precisely because the person being questioned stayed with Yu Huanshui, it attracted some attention from heaven.
If this question is not answered well, the momentum accumulated by Li Xiaobai and Yu Huanshui will dissipate.
But if the answer is good, the female scholar will suffer.
There is something about Chen Qingquan’s chess pieces.
Listening to the crowd's discussion, Li Xiaobai cast a resentful look at Yu Huanshui. After seeing a drop of cold sweat on Mr. Yu's forehead, he felt that he had been cheated.
"Ahem, don't panic. With your experience, you can answer it."
"Yu also didn't expect that they would be so mean, using their cultural context to communicate with heaven to exert pressure, and they even bypassed me."
Yu Huanshui coughed twice, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Senior please answer!"
The female scholar looked at the two people whispering to each other in the center of the training ground and said loudly again.
This forced Li Xiaobai to give an answer immediately.
"Are you innovative?"
Li Xiaobai looked at the female disciple and asked.
"The students' qualifications are still young and not enough to innovate."
"Do you have any ideas about making changes?"
"I sometimes think about it."
"Why doesn't it change?"
The female disciple couldn't answer the question for a moment.
Li Xiaobai spoke sharply and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle: "Have you ever heard that deviants are monsters?"
