i really have no talent

Chapter 79

Yu Gong, he is King Jin of Great Xia, there is absolutely no need to answer such a request, but at the end of the letter, Zhou Wumin wrote something that moved him, so he was silent for a long time.

"Your Majesty, people from hundreds of schools of thought are gathering at the Great Zhou Academy of Literature. They seem to want to ask the Academy of Literature to support the Great Zhou..."

"understood."

King Jin responded, and the generals below withdrew.

After thinking for a while, he had an idea in his mind. Since he couldn't do it too obviously, it would be good to help secretly.

He couldn't figure out why his elder brother made such a decision, but he didn't want Da Zhou to be wiped out by the three barbarians.

After all, in his view, the Four Kingdoms are the orthodoxy, and now Dazhou is being besieged by the Three Barbarians and Gudi. As the Central Plains orthodoxy, the Four Kingdoms also have the obligation to support each other.

Moreover, as the coaches of the two countries who have guarded the northern border for many years, King Jin has also had a good personal relationship with Zhou Wumin over the years.

There are contacts with each other, and at the same time, there is a sense of sympathy.

Yue Jingming and Long Xiaowen were sitting opposite each other in the residence of the Great Xia Academy of Literature, holding a chess piece in each hand.

"Brother Xiaowen, I still hope to save Da Zhou."

With a piece dropped in his hand, Yue Jingming spoke slowly, then his eyes still fell on the chessboard in front of him, waiting for Long Xiaowen's reply.

"Brother Jingming, why are you so anxious? There are many people who are more anxious than you in Dazhou, and besides, there is only one person in Daxia who is more anxious than you..."

Long Xiaowen thought for a moment, and then the sunspots in his hands fell resolutely, and a momentum formed in front of him, covering the entire chessboard.

"It seems that Brother Xiaowen knows more than I do, and I hope to enlighten you..."

Yue Jingming said, clasped his fists with both hands, with a smile on his mouth, then leaned forward a little, getting a little closer, and pretended to be listening.

Seeing Yue Jingming's actions, Long Xiaowen brought a smile on his face, shook his head, waved his hands again and said, "Brother Jingming is a fan of the authorities!"

As Long Xiaowen said, he continued to speak: "At the court hall the day before yesterday in Daxia, my master appeared in the court meeting for the first time in the past ten years, and after that, he has not seen anyone, including Cang Hai. ..."

"At the court meeting, the civil and military ministers were divided into two factions, but Emperor Xia didn't speak. Why did he express his position after my master spoke, and then interrupted the special envoy of Da Zhou in a hurry."

"Among them, it's intriguing."

As Long Xiaowen said, taking advantage of Yue Bingming's moment of thinking, the black piece in his hand fell in the middle of the chessboard, and then the rest of the loose pieces on the chessboard were instantly connected by this piece, forming a sharp blade, which slashed straight at Baizi's big dragon. superior.

"I lost……"

Yue Jingming held the white piece, his mind was awakened by the faint murderous aura coming from the chessboard, then he glanced at the chessboard, the hand holding the chess piece stopped in the air, and then let it go again.

"I was confused, thank you brother Xiaowen for waking up."

Yue Jingming smiled wryly, and thought he was a smart person, but he didn't expect to be bound by such a question at this moment.

At this moment, Long Xiaowen clicked some, and when he turned back to review, he suddenly woke up.

The most urgent situation facing Da Zhou is not Da Zhou, but the various schools of thought.

If the Great Zhou was wiped out by the millions of soldiers of the Sanman Gudi people, the Great Yan Daqi alone would definitely not be able to withstand these millions of troops.

As a result, the remaining schools of the Hundred Schools of Philosophy are definitely the most anxious and panicked.

"So, even if you don't be the leader, the rest of the various schools of thought can't help but jump out, and you are the most impatient."

"Looking at the overall situation, although Daxia seems to be plain, those old men will definitely not be able to bear it, and there is no need to worry about being obstructed by other families. It must be that now, those old men are already educating the younger generation..."

"Hehe, I'm in a hurry..."

Yue Jing smiled brightly, and then took the chess pieces away from the chessboard one by one, but the expression on his face relaxed a lot.

"Play chess..."

Long Xiaowen said, ignoring what Yue Jingming was thinking, and stopped chatting.

This scene is very similar to when he went to the Great Zhou Academy for support.

Now that he has become a great master, even if he does not rely on the reputation of his master, he can still sit firmly in the position of dean of the Daxia Academy of Arts, and now he just wants to go one step further and spy on the seemingly illusory but real The realm of existence.

Moreover, after entering the divine realm, he understood a lot, details, and many things, and he was no longer as persistent as before.

In the city, the cultural meeting is still going on, the streets and alleys are brightly lit, even in the frontier of the border, the curfew has been lifted today, and there are more people in the city, and naturally it is much more lively.

Among the crowd, the most discussed one was the Wen Hui Wen Examination, which was just announced today.

Confucianism monopolizes the two places, which surprised many people. Even the elders of various schools of thought were all curious, and they used their own channels to inquire who is the second-ranked Ye Wushuang. also.

After many people of the older generation inquired about it, they couldn't help saying that it was so.

As Ye Sucheng's junior, it is understandable to have such an achievement.

After the results of the Wen Hui Wen test, Ye Wushuang naturally became one of the hottest figures in the Great Xiaguan City. In addition to his extraordinary appearance, he also attracted inquiries from many aristocratic family heads who asked him side-by-side. lifelong event.

Ye Wushuang was helpless, but he also had to accept such helplessness. Many girls who were waiting to be married were not close to observe secretly, and even in just one day, there were sales of paintings depicting Ye Wushuang's portrait on the market.

A piece of silver with twelve taels of grain is actually in short supply.

As for the rest of the people on the list in the essay test, they are also the objects of everyone's pursuit. Compared with Ye Wushuang's "nobleness", they have already gathered with everyone in the most prosperous and precious pavilions in the city.

While pushing the cups and changing the cups, some people naturally began to speak wild words.

"Brother Dao, I don't accept it. Why is that mediocre Ye Wushuang ranked among the top three? Although his answer sheet is not faultless, his reputation is higher than that of several Dao brothers. Not even close……"

"Brother Wenyu, you drank too much, come drink some wine to relax..."

"Go! Go! Go!"

"Drink more!"

Between the pavilions, enchanting shadows flicker and dance lightly, with an indescribable charm.

In the small courtyard where Ye Wushuang lives, at this moment, there are only the old Taoist priest, the old farmer and another Confucian old man who was invited.

Behind them, there were three or four boys and girls of different ages, but they were not very old, the youngest was only 13 years old.

"Wushuang, congratulations! It's amazing to be able to achieve such an achievement at the age of less than the crown. Even your grandfather was not as brilliant as you are now. It's really a hero out of a boy, and the youth out of the blue is better than the blue!"

"Grandpa He praised it, but Wushuang dare not compare this trivial achievement with what Grandpa did back then."

Ye Wushuang said modestly, the old people were smiling, but they were full of admiration.

The boys and girls behind them also watched quietly from the sidelines. The boy in front of them who was not a few years older than them was someone they respected very much at the moment.

"By the way, Wushuang, these little fellows also admire your literary talents. Today I heard that we are coming, so they insisted on clamoring and clamoring to join in the fun. If you don't mind the trouble, please enlighten us old men."

The Confucian old man surnamed He spoke, and then pushed out the young girl behind him.

At this moment, even the old Taoist priest, who hated hypocrisy the most, did not interrupt He Zhang's words. After all, among these young girls, there were also his Taoist descendants.

Ye Wushuang's talent and cultivation are the most talented people he has ever met with the old man Nong. Now his literary talent is so outstanding, it is more than enough to give pointers to the little guys in front of him, and the most important thing is to be able to Get closer to Ye Wushuang.

The morals of the world are nothing more than the sophistication of the world.

"Grandpa He complimented me. Since several classmates are interested, Wushuang will not be stingy."

Saying that, Ye Wushuang got up, walked towards the five boys and girls who were a little excited and nervous in front, and then came to the front and raised his hand to salute.

"Since several students are interested in communicating, how about we start with literature and then martial arts?"

"Okay, okay!"

"It's all right."

"........."

The two girls were the first to speak, and then they asked Ye Wushuang for guidance from a classic in the Analects of Confucius.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Wushuang integrated modern thinking and the massive knowledge instilled in his mind, analyzed it in easy-to-understand words, and explained it bit by bit.

After listening to this, the two girls felt that the ideas in their minds gradually became clearer, and then the doubts in their hearts suddenly disappeared.

Seeing this, the onlookers were naturally not nervous, and they all asked Ye Wushuang about the problems they encountered in their studies, or what style of writing to use when writing articles, etc.

All kinds of questions, as long as they are in Ye Wu's hands, there seems to be nothing he can't answer, and explaining it once can leave a deep impression on people, Mao Sai suddenly understood.

"Old He, drink!"

The old farmer poured a glass of wine into the glass, interrupted his gaze, and then raised the glass to invite him.

The old Taoist glanced at this place, and then drank the strong wine in the glass silently.

They were also shocked by Ye Wushuang's academic model. Just a moment ago, the three of them couldn't help but follow this way of thinking to look at the problem, and then they also felt the same way.

The three of them were surprised, and at the same time, their views on Ye Wushuang increased.

"It's really a young talent, but it's a pity that Lao Ye is not here at the moment, otherwise he must be made to drink three cups!"

He Zhang said, the old Taoist took a sip of wine, and then said: "Just you, old man Ye, after drinking three cups, I will take you to go boating on Le Lake, that would be interesting."

When He Zhang heard this, he thought of something in his mind, his old face blushed, then he glared at the old Taoist priest, turned his head, and chatted with the old man Nong.

"It's boring!"

The old Taoist muttered to himself, then stared at Ye Wushuang again.

He has already answered all the literary questions, but the boys and girls in front of him are extremely impressed by Ye Wushuang's ability.

"Do you still have questions?"

"Gone!"

"Nothing available for now!"

"........."

Several teenagers replied, Ye Wushuang nodded, and then said again: "In that case, then I will tell you about this martial arts cultivation."

Saying that, Ye Wushuang glanced at the several people in front of him, his gaze stayed on each of them for a few seconds, and then he "saw" clearly the cultivation status in their bodies.

"Let's talk about you first, but you are practicing the Confucian Haoran Zhengqi Jing?"

"Yes!"

Ye Wushuang nodded, and then continued: "If my guess is correct, you should be only 14 years old this year. You have just entered Xiantian cultivation not long ago, and you should be confused or confused about how to cultivate Haoran's righteousness. You feel it but you don't know how to cultivate it. Another tiny bit missing!”

"Yes! That's how it feels."

"Don't worry, you carry a book of Analects, and then wander around the streets and alleys of this city for three days, dabbling in all walks of life for one or two, and on the last day, open the Analects in your arms."

"Go!"

"Thank you sir!"

The first young man in a Confucian robe put his hands down, bowed and saluted, followed Ye Wushuang's instructions, and walked out the door clamoring.

Nodding his head, Ye Wushuang looked at the second girl again.

"There is a faint breath roaming around your body, and what you want to cultivate should be the Taoist Inaction Sutra, but the breath in your body is ups and downs, and your personality is also lively and active, so now you are stuck at the peak of the body quenching state, unable to break through for a long time To the innate realm."

"Please sir, teach me..."

"Simple, starting today, you can only watch anything, but you can't talk about it. No matter how many thoughts you have, no matter what others say about you, you can't open your mouth. Within half a month, it will happen naturally..."

As Ye Wushuang said, a breath in his hand sealed the girl's mouth through the air, and then made him unable to speak for half a month. In this way, she could feel something in her heart. Innate.

As for the next three little guys, Ye Wushuang was not polite either, and described the problems they were facing at the moment one by one, and then just gave them the method and instructed them how to do it, but did not tell them the reason and let them understand it by themselves.

After half an hour, the problems of the five teenagers and girls were all solved by him, and the eyes of the old Taoist priest who had been paying attention here were brightened.

As early as in the canyon outside Yingtian Mansion, he already knew that Ye Wushuang's cultivation talent was excellent, but he never expected that he could point it out sharply and give corresponding countermeasures when it comes to instructing others in cultivation, which surprised him place.

"Is this the mediocre Ye Wushuang they are talking about? Interesting!"

The old Taoist made a joke, took another sip of the wine alone, and then cast a glance at the old man Nong and He Zhang.

Ye Wushuang dismissed a few boys and girls, and returned to the table, the other two old men recovered from the reminiscing chat.

"Oh? Is this the end?"

He Zhang looked behind him with a blurred look, but there was no one there.

Ye Wushuang explained with a smile, and then he was relieved.

After all, he is his own younger generation, so it is good to have someone to support him.

(End of this chapter)