Three hundred and sixtieth chapters: Competitive heart
"These two people...did they appear here on purpose?"
Chen Shaojun was silent.
He had never appeared in court before, and he was not as flamboyant as Liao Boya. However, he did not expect that these two people had noticed him early. Although he was spying on Liao Boya, he was afraid that this young man from the great Wen Kingdom
The number one person in his generation has always been spying on him.
"What should I do, Master? Do we still need to continue the investigation?"
Jin Yileidao on the side also felt this strange atmosphere.
"No need."
Chen Shaojun waved his hand and quickly calmed down.
"Leave the rest to me."
As Chen Shaojun said this, he slapped it on the table, leaving two silver coins behind, climbed over the railing and disappeared.
Time passed slowly, and the time for Kong Xing's birthday was getting closer and closer, and the Hall of Heroes deep in the palace gradually attracted more and more attention. Everyone was looking forward to the upcoming battle between the Great Wen Kingdom and the Great Shang Dynasty.
This was the last and most intense cultural confrontation between the two countries.
In a short period of time, the three words Liao Boya were at the height of their popularity throughout the Great Shang Dynasty, so there were almost no literary disciples who did not know this name. In private, the entire Great Shang Capital was undercurrent, and countless of the best scholars of the Great Wen Dynasty
He is also gearing up, preparing to show off his skills in the literary and Taoist competition in the Hall of Heroes, and completely defeat the young man from the Great Wen Kingdom.
This is a test, but it is also an unprecedented opportunity, the best chance to become famous.
Outside the capital, a few miles away, there is a white thatched house, leaning on the river bank, with gurgling water and towering bamboos. Although it looks simple, there is a soaring atmosphere in this small thatched house.
A vast breath rose from the white thatched house all night long, shaking the sky.
At this moment, in the white thatched house, a green lamp was on. Next to the green lamp, there was an old man in green clothes with gray hair on his temples. Although he was nearly seventy years old, the old man had a hale and straight body and a pair of eyes.
The eyes are clear and translucent, full of wisdom, and not turbid at all.
The old man was sitting upright. Although there was only one person living alone, the house was spotless and extremely clean. All the dust and raindrops were repelled by an invisible force before they got within three feet of the thatched house. At first glance,
Go, the whole room is like another pure land.
Zheng Buhuo!
If there were any outsiders here, they would recognize him at a glance as the great master of the Qidiao clan.
Among the eight schools of Confucianism and Taoism, the Qidiao School is far less prosperous than the Zizhang School and other schools. Of course, it is still far above the sparse Ziju School, and can only be regarded as middle-class.
The entire Qidiao clan is different from other schools of thought in that it is relatively low-key, especially Grand Master Zheng Buhuo, who spends most of his time studying knowledge. In many cases, it is difficult to see him even if the Confucian Prime Minister summons him.
However, what happened this time is obviously extraordinary. Even if the Qidiao School keeps a low profile and has no intention of fighting, this matter is related to the Confucianism and Taoism of the entire Shang Dynasty.
It's just a matter of victory or defeat. Even the entire school and the elders of the sect are humiliated. This is something that no one can bear and just sit idly by.
"Young scholar, you have been studying under me for more than ten years. As a teacher for more than ten years, I have always told you to keep a low profile and not to be competitive with others. Therefore, although you have the talents of a sage, you have not been known to anyone in the capital.
, you won’t complain about being a teacher, right?”
Zheng Buhuo said slowly, looking ahead.
A young man is reflected in the green light. The young man looks polite and has a modest temperament. His whole temperament is like running water, giving people an indescribable feeling of comfort.
"Students don't dare. Students know that everything the teacher does is for the good of the students."
The young man knelt down in front of the old man, lowered his head and said in a deep voice.
"Um."
The old man nodded.
He and several other masters are extremely satisfied with this child. Among the seven major schools, the development of the Qidiao School in the past ten years has not been as good as other schools. This child may be the key to the rise of the Qidiao School in the future.
"A sword hidden for a thousand days will come out in one day. In the past, the teacher did not let you show up in public and asked you to restrain your sharpness, in order to hone your temper. But now the time has come, and the things outside should have been known."
Grandmaster Zheng Da said.
"Students already know."
The young man said in a deep voice without saying much.
"Very good, then the teacher doesn't need to explain too much."
Grandmaster Zheng nodded:
"Your qualifications are outstanding. This is the only time for teachers and students to compete in the Confucius Festival and the Hall of Heroes. You don't have to hide, just show all your knowledge. I believe that your qualifications are not as high as that of Liao Boya."
Next, Confucianism and Taoism should have a peaceful mind, but they should also have a competitive spirit when fighting for concessions. Confucianism and Taoism can be prosperous today precisely because the sage Confucius traveled to various countries and recruited many disciples.
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Grandmaster Zheng said in a deep voice.
"Students understand that they will never disappoint their teachers."
In front of him, Sun Shaoru, the first of the younger generation of Qidiao School, said and kowtowed three times, then stood up and left the thatched house by the river.
The wind gradually started to spread throughout the great merchant capital. Except for the Qi Diao School, all other schools, those hidden students, the geniuses who had been studying hard, moved one after another to join this unprecedented literary battle.
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As the whole thing develops, its influence is gradually increasing. Not only Dashang, but many young people from other empires have also taken action. Recently, many strange young faces have appeared in the capital of Dashang.
These people are not the people of the Great Shang Dynasty, but they appear here invariably, hoping to witness this unprecedented literary battle and witness the final result.
"It takes a thousand days to raise an army, but it can be spent in a moment."
At the same time, in the Confucian Temple where Chen Shaojun had been favored by Wen Shu, the big green bull Wang Xiaonian was riding was flicking the long sword in his hand, with an indescribable look on his face.
It is said that after three days of separation, one should look at each other with admiration, but within just a few days, Wang Xiaonian's whole mental temperament seemed completely different from before.
His face was rosy and his body was plump. Looking closely, there were even streaks of light shining out from the surface of his skin, and the literary energy in Wang Xiaonian's body was even more turbulent, like a river.
With the long sword in my hand, I have the world. Wang Xiaonian looked at the simple silver-gray long sword in his hand, and his joy was beyond words.
Looking at the entire human world, the entire lineage of Confucianism and Taoism, there are more pens, fewer swords, more readings, and fewer fights. But Wang Xiaonian is different. A few days ago, he had already completed the transformation from literary spirit to awe-inspiring righteousness. He has already possessed the
He has the ability to absorb the awe-inspiring righteousness from the Nine Heavens and practice martial arts.
The six arts of a gentleman are etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and arithmetic. Martial arts is one of them, and archery is a martial arts.
Moreover, when the sage Confucius traveled to various countries, he also carried a sword. Only with a long sword in hand could he preach and teach.
However, most of the Confucian students cannot even do their job well in literature, let alone martial arts. Only those who have studied ancient and modern times and reached the realm of great Confucianism have the qualifications to practice Haoran Zhengqi.
His eyes passed over the sleeping tree next to him, and a smile appeared on the corner of Wang Xiaonian's mouth.
"Chen Shaojun, you are no longer worthy of being my opponent."
Wang Xiaonian raised his head slightly, his eyes bright.
Before entering the holy temple to transform his culture, Wang Xiaonian had always regarded Chen Shaojun as a strong rival, and had planned to go to the Chen family's residence to show off his power, but Wang Xiaonian quickly changed his mind.
What does a mere Chen Shaojun mean?
Now the entire Great Shang Dynasty, you, not just the Great Shang Dynasty, looking at the entire human world, the Confucianism and Taoism of the major empires, what else can be compared with the literary and Taoist struggle between the Great Wen Kingdom and the Great Shang Dynasty?
What's more important than defeating that kid named Liao Boya?
In comparison, what does Chen Shaojun mean?
That kid didn't even squeeze into the Hall of Heroes a few days later. It was in vain that I had regarded him as a strong enemy before, but now it seems that I definitely think highly of him.
"Haha, Chen Shaojun, you can't believe that the gap between us is already so big. Just watch outside with peace of mind and see how I defeat Liao Boya and become the savior of the entire business, Confucianism and Taoism lineage
, only I, Wang Xiaonian, am the number one person in the Confucian and Taoist lineage in the entire human world!"
A gust of breeze blew by, and Wang Xiaonian rode the huge green bull and quickly merged into the huge flow of people outside the door.
He couldn't wait any longer.
The more outstanding Liao Boya performed, the more people he defeated, and the more people respected him, the more excited Wang Xiaonian felt. All the honors he won would be his in the end.
The storm is about to come, and as the time approaches, the entire Dachang Capital becomes more and more nervous.
On the streets and alleys, people are talking about this matter, and the attention on the whole matter has reached an unprecedented level.
Unlike the turmoil outside, the Chen family's mansion was peaceful at this time. In the study room to the east of the Chen family, a window opened, and Chen Shaojun stood in front of the window, silently lost in thought.
"Uncle Jiang, is your father still unwilling to agree?"
Chen Shaojun looked out the window and sighed, looking as if he was lost.
Tomorrow is the time for the literary and Taoist competition in the Hall of Heroes. However, Chen Shaojun checked several times and his name was never found on the list of the Hall of Heroes.
"No."
Behind him, Uncle Jiang sighed. It seemed that the master had not completely forgiven the young master for disobeying his instructions and practicing martial arts.
Uncle Jiang looked at Chen Shaojun's figure in front of the window, his eyes full of pity.
How could he not know what Chen Shaojun was thinking, but the master was still unwilling to let go. It was impossible for the master not to know about the young master’s qualifications, whether it was Liu Shang Qushui, the poems written by the young master, the Luyuan Poetry Club, or the
The rich literary spirit displayed by the young master a few days ago is definitely second to none when looking at the entire Great Shang Capital.