Chapter 125: A Hundred Schools Compete for Name (Part 2)
The dispute between the novelist and the painter ended with a handshake, and then two more families came on stage, namely the military strategist Ji Yin whom Gong Liang had met last time, and another Legalist.
"Ci Yin, today I want to talk about Taoism, or let's compare ourselves."
Zi Chan, a member of the Legalist family, put his left hand on the long sword on his waist and his right hand on the tassel hanging from his hat and asked.
"Whoever bothers to talk, let's fight!" Ci Yin raised his long spear and pointed it directly at Legalist Zichan.
"Then come on!"
Zichan pressed the sword with his left hand, pinched it with his right hand, and shouted softly: "Say what you say and follow the law, but don't do it."
In an instant, a mysterious force followed his shout and enveloped Ci Yin, making him unable to move. Dia Yin felt a little shuddered in his heart, but he did not expect that he would use the secret technique of the Legalist family when he took action. He quickly held the cup with both hands and struck the ground with all his strength.
He shouted: "Ji Yan."
The ground of the arena suddenly looked like cracks, extending in all directions.
In an instant, there was a "bang" sound, and the power surrounding him exploded, and a sound like broken glass resounded around the ring.
But if you look carefully, the arena is safe and sound.
The spell was broken and Zichan took a few steps back.
Ci Yin took the opportunity to move forward quickly and stabbed with his spear.
Zichan didn't panic, flew up, pressed his right palm down from the sky, and shouted: "The order is Wuji."
An extremely bright light burst out from his hand, covering the surrounding areas, shining brightly, and falling towards Ji Yin.
When Ci Yin saw something bad, he quickly flew back. At the same time, he put his long spear across his wrist, joined his hands together, and intertwined countless seals, "The soldier is a major event of the country, the place of life and death, and the way of survival."
In an instant, a thick light shield enveloped him inside. The bright light flew in, but was blocked by the light shield, preventing him from taking another half step forward.
When Zichan saw it, he immediately stepped forward and stamped his right hand hard on the mask.
"The nature becomes false."
"Bang..."
There was a loud noise, and the mask split apart with Zichan's palm as the center.
"Well..."
There was a surge in Ci Yin's chest, and he felt that a stream of hot blood was about to spurt out from his throat. Afraid of making a fool of himself, he quickly swallowed it, and flew back for a distance. Then he lowered his feet, holding a long spear in his hand, like a wild dragon, and flew towards the childbirth.
Pounce.
The mad dragon is ferocious, roaring and roaring, and the strong blade on its long spear is looming between the body of the mad dragon.
"Um"
Zichan didn't expect that at this moment, Ji Yin could still fight back, and the attack was so fierce and unstoppable.
At that moment, he quickly drew out the long sword with his left hand, held it with both hands, injected his true energy, and slashed back.
With the input of true energy, a blazing white light swirled around the long sword, cutting straight into the long sword.
"Keng"
In an instant, the two clashed and turned invisible.
Zichan increased his strength again, holding the long sword and slashing forward. The sharp blade instantly broke through the sharp spear and cut it into two. Seeing that he was about to be cut, Ci Yin quickly withdrew his hand and stepped back. Zichan quickly moved back.
He caught up and put a sword on his shoulder.
"Are you convinced yet?" Zichan asked
Di Yin said very unhappy: "It's just a temporary gain or loss, don't get too excited."
After saying that, he put away the long sword that had been cut in half, jumped off the ring, separated from the crowd and left.
Zichan smiled and didn't take it seriously. He put his sword back into its scabbard, bowed his hands to the people watching under the ring, and left the ring.
Next, the two families sat and talked. Gongliang felt his balls hurt when he heard this, so he took the three sisters of the Yan family and Mi Gu and the others to the next arena.
This time hundreds of schools of thought discussed Tao, and many people came. If only one arena was set up, no one knew how many years and months it would take to finish discussing Tao. Therefore, hundreds of schools of thought set up six arenas in total in the prosperous area of Daxia.
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After walking for a while, Gongliang and others stopped in front of a ring.
Above, the Zajia family and the Nongjia family were discussing Taoism, and now the Zajia family is talking about something about the seasons.
"In the month of Meng Chun, the sun is in the camp, at dusk, and at the end of the twilight.
Its day is A and B, its emperor is Tai Hao, its divine sentence is bright, its insect scale is, its sound horn is, the rhythm is too bunchy, its number is eight, its taste is sour, its smell is tango, its sacrifice is to the household, and its ancestor's spleen is sacrificed.
The east wind thaws, stingworms begin to stir, fish climb on the ice, and otter sacrifices fish, waiting for wild geese. The emperor lives on the left side of Qingyang, rides on a luan, rides a black dragon, carries a green flag, wears green clothing, wears green jade, eats wheat and sheep.
The tools are sparse to reach..."
After the miscellaneous family finished explaining their theories, it was the farmer's turn.
A young man came forward with an old man on his arm.
The old man is not dressed in a fashionable Tsing Yi like a miscellaneous family, but dressed like a simple old farmer.
The old man looked at the people in the audience and said: "I believe that food is the foundation of the people, the people are the foundation of the country, and the foundation of the country is the ruler. Therefore, wise men should farm and eat alongside the people, and eat well.
rule......"
After hearing what the old man said, the family members sitting on the stage quickly sat down and listened carefully in order to find loopholes to refute.
Gongliang yawned. He felt so bored and wanted to go back to sleep.
Suddenly, the old man changed his tone and said: "However, I am not here to discuss my farmer's theory with you today. My farmer believes in doing more practical things and less empty talk. I am here today because I want to introduce the high-yield theory that my farmer has recently researched.
Farming methods are passed on to everyone.”
Gongliang originally wanted to leave, but when he heard that there was a good show to watch, he stayed. Many people present were also like him.
After the old man finished speaking, he turned to the young man and shouted: "Idiot, why don't you come forward and present what I have taught you to the master for everyone to see."
The young man quickly stepped forward and took out a ten-meter-long, four-meter-wide, and half-meter-deep wooden trough from his storage bag.
The wooden trough is filled with fertile soil, and anyone standing next to the ring can smell the fragrance of the soil.
The onlookers didn't know what he was doing, so they all craned their necks to look.
The young man took out the wooden trough, then took out a hoe and divided the soil in the wooden trough into two sections. Then he divided shallow pits according to the distance and planted the seeds one by one. Then he covered the pit and took out a pot.
The water started pouring.
I don’t know what was in his pot, but if I put one seed in it, the seeds would take root, sprout out of the soil, and grow into a small seedling.
At this point, the young man stopped and explained:
"Everyone, please see, this is white rice. White rice is not only edible, but can also be made into pickles and fed to livestock. When you want to choose seeds for planting, you can put the seeds in water. The ones with large, plump and shiny particles in the submerged water are
Jia. When planting, be careful not to plant too densely. If you plant too densely, you won’t be able to grow big..."
Gongliang listened for a while, his eyes widened.
Is this guy stupid or something? Every stage is either discussing morality or fighting to the death, but he actually talks about how to grow vegetables. Is there anything wrong?
Some people below also had the same expression as him, but more people listened very carefully.
The Zajia who had previously discussed Tao listened for a while, then suddenly took a shot, and thought to himself: How could I have forgotten that the Dongtu Sect came to Longcheng, and in addition to recruiting disciples, they would also recruit some outstanding people in other aspects to bring back to supplement the sect.
For example, if you grow on a farm, you will be trained into a spiritual planter when you reach the big sect; if you are a caster, you will be a weapon refiner, as well as an alchemist, etc.
This time I saw that the farmer's disciple was mediocre in appearance, mediocre in appearance, and even mediocre in cultivation.
It would be difficult for such a person to stand out among the crowds of people from all over the country and tribes gathered in Daxia and be recruited into the mountain gate by the Eastern Tu Sect.
But if the major sects who come to recruit disciples can see his outstanding performance, it will not be difficult to be brought into the sect as a spiritual planter.
As long as you reach Da Zong, anything is possible. But if you continue to stay in Da Xia, I am afraid that you will only be able to survive until the end of your life and die helplessly.
The family members thought about it for a while and felt that starting from the next paragraph, we should stop talking empty words and do something practical to show everyone.
In the days that followed, all the scholars tried their best, and it was very lively.
It was on days like this that the Dongtu Sect's team to recruit disciples finally arrived.