The crescent moon is like a hook, under the moonlight on a high building, three people are plotting.
Lin Wenruo speaks eloquently, concisely and meaningfully.
His warm voice only reached the ears of Zhao Rong and Chen Muzhi. Once it floated out of the building, it would be shattered by the strong wind and dissipated in the night.
The rules of this debate between Confucianism and Taoism are simple.
There are three people on each side, one person versus one person, and there are three clear talks. The one who wins more games wins.
Each conversation is divided into two parties: host and guest. The host puts forward opinions and makes remarks, and the guest raises questions, which is the so-called "asking questions" to refute the other party's views.
The views of both parties are opposite, either right or wrong, so whatever view the host chooses, the guest must oppose it.
Both parties question each other's views and refute each other's views to demonstrate their own views until the end and decide the winner or loser.
There will be impartial referees on the field, and there are more than 100,000 people and countless Zhongnan hermits and celebrities who are good at talking gathered off the field. Therefore, it is useless to use strong words and scoundrels. Under the eyes of everyone, who is stronger?
Weak, it is clear at a glance who has the best and who has the shortcomings.
As for how to arrange the host and guest in each debate.
Lin Wenruo chose the right to select people first, which was the first round of talks. Lin Wenruo's side sent one person to take the initiative to choose one of the three people from Chongxu Guan to hold talks, but this person from Lin Wenruo's side would be the guest, Chongxu.
The chosen person will be the host, who will put forward the viewpoint, and the guest will hold the opposite view.
The side of Chongxu Guan has the right to choose the second negotiation and the right to take charge of the third negotiation.
In the second game, they sent one person to choose one person from Lin Wenruo's side to negotiate. They were the guest side, and the person selected was the host side. In the third game, there was no need to choose anyone. There was only one person left on both sides, but in order to overcome the emptiness,
See one side as the dominant side and choose the point of view of the debate.
After explaining the rules, Lin Wenruo looked around at the two of them.
Chen Muzhi looked confused and stopped his feather fan, "Wen Ruo, why do you want to give Chongxuguan the right to host twice? Just so that we can choose our own players for the first game?"
After hearing this, Lin Wenruo raised the corners of his mouth and smiled without saying a word.
Zhao Rong had been listening carefully before, but suddenly he raised his eyelids, stopped hitting the railing with his right hand, and looked at Lin Wenruo, "Is it because of Tian Ji's horse racing?"
Lin Wenruo asked curiously: "What is Tian Ji's horse racing?"
Chen Muzhi also looked curiously.
Zhao Rong pondered for a moment, roughly changed the background of the story, and explained it in detail to the two of them.
The story of Tian Ji's horse racing is easy to understand. It is nothing more than three horse racing matches, pitting one's own inferior horse against the opponent's superior horse, one's own superior horse against the opponent's medium horse, and one's own medium horse against the opponent's inferior horse.
Horse. In order to achieve the purpose of utilizing strengths and avoiding weaknesses, and skillfully win victory.
Chen Muzhi looked at Zhao Rong intently. He was well-read, but he had never heard of this story. A simple "best-of-three" horse racing could lead to such a benefit.
It makes sense, he couldn't help but look at Zhao Rong a few more times.
However, what does it have to do with this debate on Confucianism and Taoism? You must know that the rules this time are much more complicated than a simple horse race. Chen Muzhi was still confused, but after seeing Zhao Rong and Lin Wenruo smiling at each other,
He didn't feel comfortable asking too many questions for fear of appearing ignorant.
On this side, just after Zhao Rong briefly told the story of Tian Ji's horse racing, Lin Wenruo suddenly smiled and said with bright eyes, "No one knows me better than Ziyu."
Lin Wenruo nodded slightly, reorganized his words, and said with a smile: "Let's also have a horse race."
"At present, the identities of two of the three people who participated in the debate on Confucianism and Taoism at Chongxuguan are known. One is the national master Lan Zhongdao, whose Taoist name is Qingjingzi. Like me, he must participate, and what is Qingjingzi's level of Qingjingzi?
It is no longer a secret in Zhongnan Kingdom. Although he likes to talk, he is just below the average level in Luo Jing's chat circle. I have checked this carefully and collected the handwriting of all the chats he has participated in.
Copying the manuscript is definitely not a cover-up, he is indeed average to the three of us." Lin Wenruo curled his lips.
"The other person, named Zhang Dongxu, Taoist name Qing Yuanzi, is the senior brother of Qingjingzi. According to my investigation, he traveled abroad in the past few years, and then lived in seclusion in a small country in the south to practice. He just returned to Chongxu a few days ago
Observe. When this person was originally in Zhongnan Kingdom, his level of conversational skills was quite high, and his level of conversation improved after traveling around, but..."
Lin Wenruo smiled faintly, "Qing Chi browsed through all the manuscripts that came out after he participated in elegant gatherings and talked with people in Zhongnan. Not a single one was omitted, and Qing Chi also collected a lot of manuscripts of his talks outside over the years. He
Qingxuan knows his style of talking and metaphysics very well and will definitely be able to defeat him."
Zhao Rong squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, and felt that what Lin Wenruo said was right. In his previous life, he was in college and participated in the debate team in the first two years. He also knew about debate-like conversations and knew that if someone understood the conversation style in advance and mastered the language habits
And knowledge loopholes, if thoroughly studied, will fall into an extremely passive situation.
Gu Zhaorong understood that Lin Wenruo was good at clearing scriptures and clear talks, so it was indeed unfortunate to be targeted by such an opponent.
Lin Wenruo continued slowly: "As for the third person who rushes to the Xu Temple, we don't know for the time being. He is a mysterious old man, but it is nothing to worry about now. Let's prepare for the worst. This old man is the top horse of the Chongxu Temple.
And Qing Yuanzi is a middle-class horse, and the remaining Qingjingzi are undoubtedly inferior horses. We will deal with them in the same way as Tian Ji's horse racing as Ziyu said."
After Lin Wenruo finished speaking, he paused and looked into the eyes of Zhao Rong and Chen Muzhi. The former had a calm expression while the latter nodded slowly.
Lin Wenruo said solemnly: "Our arrangement is that if Qing Chi dares to do it, he will be the first-class horse, and as for the middle-class horse..."
Lin Wenruo's eyes wandered to the two people in front of him.
Chen Muzhi had a smile on his face, shaking his feather fan slightly, with a look of anticipation on his face.
Zhao Rong glanced at Lin Wenruo, who was careful about what he was doing, and then turned his head to look at the mosaic rock carving on the horizon in the distance.
Lin Wenruo straightened his clothes, took a step back, and saluted someone in front of him.
"Please leave it to Brother Ziyu!"
This is a very heavy bow.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.
Chen Muzhi's movements were stagnant and his expression was unnatural.
According to what he just learned, the role of the lower-grade horse is free, and it is specially used to hit the higher-grade horse on the opposite side, and it is the kind that has no return.
Although the lower-level horse plays a very important role, even the biggest one. After all, it will die together with the most powerful upper-level horse on the opposite side, but the experience is extremely bad, and even if anyone can play, after all, it is a loser.
No?
Chen Muzhi licked his dry lips, his face a bit distraught. I am a great scholar of the Zhongshan Kingdom, even one who is somewhat famous in the literary world of the entire northern Wangquezhou, and now I have to be the most unimportant tool horse.
The kind that might not even get a chance to play...
Chen Muzhi was very depressed. Even though he thought he had a good temper, he wanted to leave at this moment. However, Lin Wenruo had already expected his reaction.
Lin Wenruo looked apologetic, grabbed Chen Muzhi's sleeve, and said in a sincere tone, "Brother Mu, the next most important task depends on you. If you don't help us hold off the superior horse on the other side, we will definitely lose. Lan Xi
The Lin family and the Chen family in Zhongshan have been friends for generations, and Mu's brother is just like Qingchi's brother. Please help Qingchi."
Lin Wenruo patted Chen Muzhi's hand and said, "Afterwards, if the Lin family of Lanxi is lucky enough to stay in Zhongnan Kingdom, Qingchi will definitely repay him with generous gifts!"
After saying this, Lin Wenruo bowed again.
Chen Muzhi saw that Lin Wenruo's demeanor did not seem to be fake, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Zhao Rong looking away expressionlessly, and did not laugh at him. Chen Muzhi sighed slightly, nodded, and reached out his hand to help, "
If Wen Ruo invites you quickly, why bother to be polite? I am a brother and I have not refused."
In fact, he promised Lin Wenruo to participate in this debate on Confucianism and Taoism, not only because of the family friendship between the two families, but also because of the idea of becoming famous. Although he does not love power, he loves fame. If he can defeat his opponent this time and help the Lin family of Lanxi
After winning the final victory, his reputation will surely spread to the mountains and rivers of several surrounding countries. But it is a pity now.
Thinking of this, Chen Muzhi sighed and couldn't help but look at the young scholar who was leaning against the fence, with his elbows resting on the railing, his arms down, and looking sideways. He didn't know who he was, that he could actually
Let Lin Wenruo, a proud man from Siqi Academy, value him so much.
But before he could think too much about saying hello to the Confucian scholar, a word floated in the evening breeze, surprising him, and even Lin Wenruo was quite surprised.