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If you continue to ask questions like this, you will inevitably fall into an infinitely progressive logical dilemma and cannot extricate yourself.

Second, according to the original statement, "nothingness" precedes "existence" in time, and is in "existence" in space. It is "Tao", an absolutely independent nothingness entity.

Since "nothing" precedes "being", "nothingness" is the generator, and "being" is what is produced, then, how does "being" come from "nothingness"?

How does the "nothingness" of the same source produce a variety of material entities?

Although the Taoist sages in the history of the Xuanhuang realm have put forward some remedial explanations, they still cannot get rid of this theoretical predicament.

The above two points are the loopholes held by Qing Yuanzi's "no matter how precious", and they are also the defects of the Dao that the Daoist great masters have not repaired for a long time.

Therefore, Lin Wenruo made Qing Yuanzi lose half of the title just by choosing the topic.

Unless you, Qing Yuanzi, can supplement the Taoist ideology and come up with new theories, you will definitely lose.

but.

This "unless" actually happens.

Qing Yuanzi threw out a theory that can be summed up as "taking nothing as the foundation".

Simply put, the so-called "nothing-based" has a double meaning.

One said "nothing" is the generator of "being".

Second, "no" is the basis of "existence".

His brand-new theory is logically self-consistent and well-founded. It can correct the loopholes in the past Taoism's "debate about whether there is or not", and further develops "no matter what is precious".

When Zhao Rong heard Qing Yuanzi throw out this theory, he was extremely surprised, not because of the theory itself - he had learned this theory in his previous life, and even knew its advantages and disadvantages and subsequent development - but because of its appearance.

After Zhao Rong woke up in this world, combined with the memories of this life and the many "miscellaneous books" he had read, the development of Taoism's "debating whether there is or not" only stopped at a very superficial stage, and now Qing Yuanzi suddenly took out The advanced theory of its next stage really surprised him.

It's just that in Zhao Rong's view, the theoretical version of "nothing as the foundation" that Qing Yuanzi talked about on the stage is still very rough, and the other very important "theory of body and use, one source" involved is also ambiguous. Can.

Thinking about it this way, he should not have deduced it himself, but heard it from somewhere.

But even if it was a very crude theory, it was brand new. To Lin Wenruo, who heard it for the first time, it was simply incredible. It caught him off guard, so he could only force sophistry, and in the end he still lost.

Zhao Rong witnessed the whole process.

He wanted to go up to help Lin Wenruo, but this time the talk was forbidden, so he could only watch his friend get swayed by the other party's argument, and he finally stepped down in despair.

"This can't be the way he proposed! If he could do this, he would already be a monk! Wherever he needs to participate in a talk, he can wipe out the Lanxi Lin Clan with a single finger."

Lin Wenruo's footsteps were unsteady, her eyes staring blankly at Zhao Rong who was supporting him, and she muttered to herself.

"He, he has been to Jixia Academy. Only the Taoists in the Academy can do this. Before I came back from the academy, I never heard of any sage and gentleman in Jixia Academy who made good." Debate'...this must have happened after my return..."

"I know, I know, the news that I sent someone to inquire about this Qing Yuanzi living in seclusion somewhere in Wangquezhou is false. He actually went to Jixia Academy in Tunanzhou!"

Zhao Rong supported the poor man, pursed his lips tightly, and remained silent.

Jixia Academy is one of the largest academies in the Xuanhuang world. It is a holy place for scholars all over the world. It is the place where the contention of a hundred schools of thought is the most intense.

There was still an accident in the plan, but I didn't expect that there was a problem with this place.

I just don't know if the news of Qing Yuanzi's seclusion is Lin Wenruo's inquiring wrong, or whether it is deliberately done by Chong Xuguan.

At this time, the atmosphere in the chanting platform was like a powder keg being detonated, and the overwhelming noise was like a tsunami that covered the sky and swept the sky.

Zhao Rong supported Lin Wenruo and looked around.

The audience in the stands behind him were all admiring Qing Yuanzi's "nothing-oriented" guishu, and there was a lot of discussion.

On the opposite side, many Taoist priests rushing up and eagerly surrounded Qing Yuanzi, who had won a great victory. It was very lively there.

In contrast, on the side of the Lanxi Lin Sect, the silence of the crowd was out of tune with the atmosphere in the scripture-speaking platform at this time.

Zhao Rong clenched the white jade around his waist with one hand, and held his horizontal hand in front of his abdomen.

The surrounding hustle and bustle faded like a tide, and he seemed to be in a grand pantomime.

His expression was quiet, his eyes scanning the crowd.

Lin Wenruo gasped for breath, her eyes wandering, her eyes were out of focus.

Chen Muzhi's face turned pale, and the feather fan fell to the ground.

Lin Qingxuan lowered his head and said nothing.

Su Xiaoxiao put her hands together, made a fist in front of her chest, bit her lip and looked at him.

And Liu Sanbian, Yu Linwei, Lanxi Lin's many allies, etc. are all solemn.

On the opposite side of Chongxuguan, there are glances of contempt, ridicule, and schadenfreude.

Lan Yuqing smiled playfully, and the corners of Qing Yuanzi's mouth curled up.

The Nanhua towel old man was neither happy nor angry, his eyes were flat.

Qing Jingzi sneered, his eyes wandering over Su Xiaoxiao.

Zhao Rong's eyes were calm.

"It's over, Tzuyu, it's over, you hurry up and leave Zhongnan Kingdom immediately, there are arrangements down the mountain..." Lin Wenruo took a deep breath and grabbed Zhao Rong's hand suddenly, his eyes fixed on the ground, and he said in a deep voice. road.

"It's not over."

"what?"

Lin Wenruo raised her head blankly.

"One win and one loss, we haven't lost yet."

The young scholar said calmly.

Chapter 77 The Taoist Gentleman

Lin Wenruo silently looked at the face of the young scholar in front of him.

His appearance can only be regarded as upright, but he has a pair of bright eyes. He is not a dazzling star like those peerless geniuses Lin Wenruo has seen, but a little light, like a little light in a thousand-year-old dark room.

He'll keep looking you in the eyes when you look and talk to him, and you can definitely feel that he's listening to you, no matter how casual you are.

Lin Wenruo knew this when he saw him for the first time.

Lin Wenruo closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, exhaled the turbid air in his chest, and straightened his slightly slack waist and shoulders again.

The "Wen Ruo Horse Race" formulated that night has failed, but they have not lost yet.

In the distance, Lan Yuqing, who was looking at Lin Wenruo with a grin, suddenly froze her smile, slowly converged, narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked up and down at Zhao Rong beside Lin Wenruo, but in the next second, she looked away. He glanced at the blue smoke lingering on the high platform.

The ancient bell hidden in the mountains and forests not far away was rang, and it was two quarters of noon.

Layman Liuyi got up and looked around on the high platform.

Gradually, the noisy voices in the chanting platform subsided.

The old man's voice was like Hong Zhong Dalu, "The debate between Confucianism and Taoism, the third clear talk has officially started, please come on stage!"

Zhao Rong turned around immediately, without looking at anyone, without saying a word, and walked forward.

Behind him, Lin Wenruo, Su Xiaoxiao, and Lanxi Lin all stood up and watched, watching his thin back on stage.

Zhao Rong gently grabbed the robe with one hand and slowly climbed the steps.

He could feel countless eyes falling on him.

At this moment, there are only two protagonists on the field.

A young scholar wearing a plain white Confucian shirt, and a pale old man wearing a Nanhua scarf.

The platform is high and empty, with only a table in the center, an incense burner, and two black futons.

When Zhao Rong came to the high platform, the old Nanhua towel was already in place and waiting.

Zhao Rong lifted up his robes and knelt across the table across from the old man, facing his eyes.

Those are a pair of ancient well-free eyes.

Zhao Rong smiled at him, and the other party smiled and nodded.

Then Zhao Rong restrained his smile, looked sideways at the incense burner that was slowly emitting white smoke, took a breath, and then seemed to think that the taste was good, so he could not help but tilt his head slightly and take a few more sniffs. Down.

Under the stage, Lan Yuqing had been following Zhao Rong since he got up and took the stage. Later, when he saw him stepping into the waft of smoke, he unconsciously drew a smile on the corner of his mouth. At this time, he saw that Zhao Rong was still alive and dead. He sniffed hard, couldn't help but snorted with a smile, and stared at his side face without blinking, as if he was expecting something.

On the other side, where the people of the Lanxi Lin Clan were, a man with a bloated face still stared attentively at the scholar who had drunk his apology last night on the stage.

On the high platform, Layman Liuyi was whispering something.

Lan Yuqing didn't hear a word, and stared at Zhao Ziyu's expression, who was listening attentively while sniffing the incense.

It's just that ten breaths have passed, and the young scholar still has a calm expression.

Lan Yuqing frowned slightly.

The next second, in her field of vision, the young scholar suddenly turned his head to look at her side, the corners of his lips raised, and he smiled strangely.

Lan Yuqing was taken aback by this unpredictable picture, Yu Ruyi in her hand fell straight to the ground, jingling, and when she came back to her senses and looked again, that Zhao Ziyu had already turned her head and stopped looking at her, just sideways her face. The smile still remained, reminding her that it was not an illusion just now.

At this moment, in Lan Yuqing's eyes, that smile was even more dazzling than the blazing sun at noon!

She froze her face and frowned. She didn't pick up the fallen precious jade for the first time, but turned her head slowly and locked onto Lin Qingxuan in the group in front of the left.

The latter still raised his head and looked at the high platform attentively, as if he didn't notice her gaze, but, under her icy gaze, at a certain moment, he suddenly closed his eyes, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then pursed his lips into a line. , his eyes continued to look at the stage.

Lan Yuqing stared at Lin Qingxuan reluctantly, her breathing became heavier, and suddenly, a slender figure that she was very familiar with broke into her field of vision.

Lin Wenruo walked to Lin Qingxuan's side with a slightly haggard expression and stood side by side with him, blocking the gnawing gaze of a woman who had treated him like a younger brother and was willing to find him a "good road" not long ago.

Lin Wenruo didn't look at the woman in purple. In fact, he hadn't looked at her for a long time, and he wouldn't look at her again.

Even if he was close at hand, he would turn his eyes away; even if he stood at the bottom of Taibai Mountain soon, and she handed over the white silk, he would close his eyes and stretch out his hand; even if he took a "guest" to climb the mountain tonight, please ask the owner of this mountain To die, to see her off, he will also lower his eyes.

He wouldn't, and couldn't, look at her again.

Lin Wenruo and Lin Qingxuan stood side by side, speechless for a while, watching intently on the high platform to start the third negotiation between Lanxi Lin's fate and Zhongnan's thousand-year-old state fraud.

The importance of this talk to Zhongnan is indescribable, and there are many things involved.

It determines the future fate of the unknown number of people here, it determines how the Zhongnan Kingdom will appear in front of the surrounding countries in the future, and it determines the future Zhongnan Mountain that is unique to the northern mountain of Wangquezhou and can be sold. Lingwu's big business is surnamed Lin or Lan.

The Lin brothers silently watched the Confucian scholar on the stage.

"Can you win?" The younger brother's voice was low and hoarse.

"Definitely." My brother's voice was warm and mellow, just like the promise he made to his younger brother at the Lin's ancestral hall last night.

But in fact, Lin Wenruo knew that Lin Qingxuan just wanted to hear these words as a reason to convince him.

"We won, can she not die?"

"No one is going to let her die, except herself."

"Tree, bear fruit."

"I know."

"Dad's death, was it really done by Chong Xuguan?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because I couldn't stand the Qing Dynasty after the failure of the reform, or maybe it's just for the people who were indirectly ruined by him to feel guilty."

"What about you, will you be like him?"

Lin Wenruo did not speak.

Lin Qingxuan said softly, "Brother, I see."

Lin Wenruo turned her head and looked at the profile of her younger brother.

Suddenly, he raised his right hand and gently placed it on Lin Qingxuan's shoulder.

This is the first time in 17 years that the two Lin brothers have been together.

On the high platform, General Liuyi has already said it twice before, but the rules of clear defense that must be reiterated are finished.

The third session has officially started.

Zhao Rong stood up, took the lead in salute, and said to the old Nanhua towel: "Zhao Rong, whose name is Ziyu, is a member of the Great Chu Dynasty who is in the capital, and the student of the eunuch of the Imperial College of Ganjing."

Immediately, the audience fell silent. This should have been the introductory part of the applause.

Suddenly, there was a few applause in the silent arena.

Su Xiaoxiao raised her hands, raised her small head, her lips curved, her fox eyes narrowed, and she applauded desperately, but then she looked at the people around her strangely, why didn't she speak?