The armored man lowered one hand, showing no resistance.
The fourth-grade scholar in Guanshan was easily captured.
"Call Mu Zhi up." Marquis Dingguo ordered the armored man who was about to go downstairs.
"Okay, handsome."
The big man in armor agreed angrily and carried the scholar downstairs.
After the armored man left, Marquis Dingguo tapped his finger on the chessboard.
Suddenly all the white stones and black stones changed their positions instantly.
After completing all this, Marquis Dingguo stood up and walked to the edge of the watchtower.
If you could look down from the air at this time, not far in front of the watchtower where Marquis Dingguo was standing, there was a clear dividing line between black and white.
What is used to isolate the dividing line is the Great Wall of Righteousness, with no end visible at a glance.
However, this Great Wall of Righteousness is only an appearance. Inside the Great Wall of Righteousness, there are countless swordsmen as its skeleton.
These weapons always exude the strength of a warrior.
These energies transformed into weapons again, strangling the black mist that was a hundred times blacker than ink.
Among all the weapons, the eight weapons that cannot be seen clearly are the most terrifying and exaggerated.
The energy emanating from it turned into golden dragons, swimming within the Great Wall of Righteousness.
Anyone who dares to cross the Great Wall of Righteousness will be killed by the golden dragon.
However, this Great Wall of Righteousness has been standing for too long, too long.
In addition, this black fog is extremely cunning, so it is inevitable that some fish will slip through the net.
Marquis Dingguo stood on the watchtower and looked up, and he saw a group of black mist, covered by countless small groups of black mist, crossing the Great Wall of Righteousness.
Marquis Dingguo sucked it casually, and a white seed fell into his hand.
Then Marquis Dingguo flicked his finger, and the white stone flew out and was blasted into the black mist.
Suddenly the black mist collapsed and finally dissipated invisible.
After Marquis Dingguo completed all this, a Confucian scholar covered in blood and with a cold face came to the watchtower.
"Mu Zhi, come and see how I am playing this game of chess?" Marquis Dingguo asked the Confucian scholar who came up.
The Confucian scholar took a look at the criss-crossed chess pieces on the chessboard and said, "Master Hou played well this time. The defeat was determined only on the twenty-fifth move."
Marquis Dingguo pointed to the white piece on the chessboard and said, "I hold the white piece."
The Confucian scholar nodded and said, "Master Hou, I am talking about Bai Zi."
After listening to the Confucian scholar's words, Marquis Dingguo felt the veins on his forehead twitch slightly: "I just said, "How can that butcher with a bone on the back of his head know how to play chess?"
After saying this, Marquis Dingguo said frankly: "Actually, I was the one who laid the sunspot."
The Confucian scholar nodded: "That's what I said, how could the Marquis win?"
Marquis Dingguo glanced at the Confucian scholar, and there was no sign of anger or joy on his face.
Without mentioning the chess game again, Marquis Dingguo said:
"Someone used the gold scroll.
It has something to do with Wu Zhao and the royal family, you should take a look first.
Then you go back on my behalf and give Wu Zhao a gift to congratulate her on becoming the crown prince.
By the way, go back and see Ning Chen again. He was also involved in what happened this time.
After all, your experiences with him are somewhat similar."
Marquis Dingguo said as he handed the golden scroll to the Confucian scholar.
The Confucian scholar scanned it quickly, frowning as he read.
"I am different from that Ning Chen. I first practiced Confucianism and then abandoned Confucianism and practiced martial arts.
He first practiced martial arts and then Confucianism.
In essence, I am still a Confucian scholar, and he is still a martial artist."
Marquis Dingguo nodded: "You are right to say so."
As soon as the conversation changed, Marquis Dingguo said: "A martial artist is a martial artist, but his song "Out of the Fortress" is really good.
I wish that the flying generals of the Dragon City would be here and not let the barbarian horses cross the Yin Mountains.
It sounds very morale-boosting.
It is said that little Li Li can improve his first-level strength during wartime by relying on this poem.
Use fifth grade to explode fourth grade combat power.
It’s no wonder that poetry at the level of a saint can actually explode with such power.”
The Confucian sage looked at Marquis Dingguo and said: "The way of poetry comes from inspiration, and there is a certain amount of chance. It cannot explain anything."
Marquis Dingguo nodded: "You are right to say that. But as far as I know, he was among the mountains and seas of books in the past two days.
With a saint-level enlightenment text, you can pass seven levels in one step."
After hearing what Marquis Dingguo said, the Confucian scholar's expression changed drastically.
The conversation changed and Marquis Dingguo continued: "
But this guy is too arrogant.
He was at the seventh level, in front of Yunshan Academy and the sculptures of Confucian saints.
He wrote the motto "Suppress Confucianism and promote all schools of thought."
When the Confucian scholar heard what Marquis Dingguo said, his face became slightly better and he agreed: "His idea is good.
But he is too young.
It’s really a pity for this guy’s talent.”
Marquis Dingguo smiled slightly and said, "It's a pity for you too.
Then you have the same idea as the Confucian sage.
The Confucian sage also felt it was a pity, so the statue of the Confucian sage spoke.
He said the word "good".
He is now regarded as a trailblazer for hundreds of schools of thought.
Kong Jijiu is now fully supporting him to prosper all schools.
When you go back this time, you can discuss with him the military path you want to take, I believe you will benefit a lot."
This time it was the Confucian scholar whose face was throbbing with veins.
He felt that he had been tricked by Marquis Dingguo.
"How come I don't know about these things?" the Confucian scholar asked Marquis Dingguo.
Marquis Dingguo said: "I thought that although you abandoned Confucianism and practiced martial arts, you still had some awareness of Confucianism and Taoism.
It seems that now you have completely drawn a clear line."
After finishing speaking, Marquis Dingguo added: "If we calculate the time, it should be the day of the Zhengqi Great Wall riot.
There was so much movement that day, I thought you already knew about it."
The Confucian scholar looked at Marquis Dingguo with an evil look on his face: "I asked you that day why the Great Wall of Zhengqi was rioting, but you said you didn't know."
Marquis Dingguo said: "I really didn't know it at the time, but I found out later when I received the information."
"I asked you about it the next day," the Confucian scholar said angrily.
Marquis Dingguo said: "Really? I thought you were going to test me at that time. So I didn't say anything."
The Confucian scholar felt that Dingguo Hou did all these things just to wait for him to fall into the trap.
The Confucian scholar took a deep breath, glanced at the copy of the Golden Scroll and said, "Do you know why no one has used the Golden Scroll despite your waiting all these years?"
"Don't you understand what Sun Jia wrote? It's because he didn't dare to misuse the golden scroll that was exchanged for the blood of Paoze." Marquis Dingguo replied.
The Confucian scholar nodded: "I admit that there will be people like Sun Jia.
But do you think the owners of the thousands of gold scrolls you sent out are all as noble as Sun Jia?"
"Then why do you think it is?" Marquis Dingguo asked.
The Confucian scholar smiled calmly: "How many of them do you think are illiterate or unable to write at all?"