Seeing Gongsun Linglong take the initiative to speak, Fusu's expression changed and he said with a smile: "Since Mr. Gongsun is interested and you are all gathered together, it would be too boring to just chat, so how about a debate on Taoism?

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Hearing this, Fu Nian and other Confucianists all felt their hearts tightening, knowing that this was the main event.

Although the other party said it quite euphemistically, the connotation was self-evident. The eldest son did not make a sudden decision, but had planned it for a long time, so he took this trip.

The purpose is probably to take this opportunity to criticize and test Confucianism, and at the same time suppress the limelight of Xiaoshengxian Village.

Although Fu Nian did not want to accept this kind of competition, the eldest son of the empire spoke in person, and he had no room to refuse, so he could only agree respectfully.

Then he asked: "I don't know what Mr. Yi wants, how should we proceed with this discussion?"

Fusu replied: "In my opinion, it is better to divide it into three sessions. First, Mr. Gongsun will propose the topic, and the Confucianists will argue. Whichever side's argumentation skills are more brilliant will be the winner.

How about we judge it together with the National Master?"

Hearing this, Fu Nian cupped his hands and said, "Everything should be done according to the wishes of the young master."

Fusu nodded: "Since there are no objections, we can start. Remember to stop there and don't deliberately slander others."

"promise."

Everyone also bowed their hands in response.

Finally it was Gongsun Linglong's turn to perform. As a senior gangster, she obviously liked this kind of occasion. Her eyes glanced around and then stopped on Zhang Liang.

He smiled and said: "I heard that Mr. Zhang San is very knowledgeable and talkative, so please give me some advice."

Seeing that the other party named him to compete with him, Zhang Liang smiled helplessly, then slightly cupped his hands and said: "I don't dare to take advice, sir, I'm overly generous."

"Then I'm going to start."

The former said with a wink.

"please."

Zhang Liang ignored his teasing and straightened his posture with a serious face.

Seeing this, Gongsun Linglong stopped teasing, put down the fan in her hand and instantly entered the chatter mode, using the ancestral skills of famous masters to start arguing and quarreling with others.

In the face of the former's eloquent words, Zhang Liang also fought back mercilessly with words. Although the other party was sharp-tongued, compared to the politician's ability to persuade the world, the famous scholar was more about sneaking in logic and blurring the truth.

concept.

In this case, just clarify your logic, keep your thinking sharp, and don't be confused by your opponent.

After a fierce debate, Zhang Liang was the winner in the end and defused Gongsun Linglong's attack on Yushan, leaving him helpless.

"Mr. Zhang San is really extraordinary, and this little girl is willing to be defeated."

Although she lost a bit, she was not angry at all. Instead, she looked at him with softer and more loving eyes.

Zhang Liang felt uncomfortable being stared at, and then he took the initiative to say: "The famous master's verbal confrontation is indeed unusual. It's just my luck. Now we can have the second game."

Fusu nodded and said, "Well, Zifang is worthy of being a famous scholar in Qilu. He is not only knowledgeable, but also has a gentlemanly demeanor."

Then he continued: "Confucianism was better in the first round. Xiaoshengxian Village is indeed full of talents."

At this point, he changed the topic and looked at Fu Nian: "If you encounter an ancient sword, you will see a gentleman. The sword is a gentleman's weapon. Now that the literary competition is over, let's have a small competition in swordsmanship."

Hearing this, Fu Nian's heart moved slightly and he cupped his hands and said: "Young Master has a distinguished status. I'm afraid it's not appropriate to wield a sword in front of you, right?"

Fusu smiled and waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, just click until it ends."

After saying that, without waiting for the other party to refute, he looked at Zhang Han who was sitting on the side and said: "General Zhang, it's up to you to learn from each other."

Zhang Han naturally had no objections and nodded in response: "Yes, Young Master!"

Then he stood up, slightly cupped his fists towards the Confucian crowd and said, "I wonder which gentleman can give me some advice?"

Seeing this situation, Yan Lu and Fu Nian looked at each other, then stood up and said, "Let me come down here to ask for advice in this round."

"please!"

Zhang Han raised his hand to invite, and then the two of them came to the center of the hall.

Ye Zhang took a look at the two of them and saw that both of them were of good strength. Zhang Han, as the leader of the Shadow Guard, had good combat prowess, and he also had rich practical experience through years of training.

Yan Lu does not have a great reputation in the world, and rarely takes action in front of outsiders, but because of this, few people know what kind of strength he actually has.

The only thing that people understand is his title of Master of Draws. Although he has never won, he has never lost either. He can remain undefeated even when facing Fu Nian.

The battle began, and after a few testing moves, it quickly became intense. Zhang Han's offensive was fierce and fast, and he seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact he failed to gain any advantage.

If its attack is compared to a strong wind, then Yan Lu is like catkins fluttering in the wind. No matter how powerful the strong wind is, it cannot tear it into pieces.

Seeing this scene, a smile appeared on the corner of Ye Zhang's mouth. Although in the eyes of ordinary people, Yan Lu's situation was full of dangers, in his eyes, this was called being at ease.

Every time Yan Lu's dodge was just right, he could avoid the opponent's attack without leaving any more space.

As the saying goes, a gentleman has no disputes, has light but is invisible, sits and forgets without intention. The method of sitting and forgetting is a rather special method, and its essence is somewhat similar to the Taoist method of governing by doing nothing.

Of course, not taking the initiative to attack does not mean that you will not attack. Defense is just to accumulate strength. Just like a spring, the harder you press it, the greater the force generated when it rebounds.

Once he really wants to take action, he will definitely hit with thunder and kill with one sword!

But now the two of them are just competing, and there is no grudge between Yan Lu and Zhang Han, so naturally there is no need to fight to the death.

What's more, Fu Su came here to test Confucianism, and it would be bad if he showed too much force.

After a fierce fight, Yan Lu sheathed his sword, while the blade in Zhang Han's hand was pointed directly at his chest. Judging from the result, the former lost.

But at this moment, a few clever Confucian disciples noticed that there was a clear handwriting on the ground under Zhang Han's feet, which was the "benevolence" that Confucianism believed in.

Seeing this scene, everyone watching the battle looked surprised. This word was obviously left by Yan Lu. Or it could be said that under his guidance, Zhang Han unknowingly drew such a handwriting on the ground.

This also means that the opponent's attacks and even every action are under his control.
Chapter completed!