God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

The East Literature Palace took the lead. In this regard, Wenyuan Peak naturally had no choice but to put the people first. Anyway, it would definitely not be the same as the East Literature Palace.

The Confucian cultivators from other colleges present joined these two camps one after another.

This is a normal thing. Every previous Dongwen Poetry Conference reached the debate stage, and it was basically a battle between Dongwen Palace and Daoyizong Academy Peak.

As for other Confucianism cultivators, they joined their camp and followed suit.

As the direct disciple of Dongwenwengong finished his words, Wenyuanfeng was not willing to be outdone. Shen stood up and said.

"A bunch of nonsense."

"As the saying goes, water can carry a boat and capsize it. The people are the water and the king is the boat. If there are no people in this world, how can there be a country?"

"It's like you don't have parents, where did you come from? Could it be that you just jumped out of the cracks in the rocks?"

"Mr. Shen, what did you say?"

"It's just an analogy."

"Haha, it's a joke. The king is the leader of the world. If there is no king, where will the people come from?"

"Oh, according to you, it's because of you that you have your parents?"

"you you you............."

"You didn't recognize your parents until you were born?"

"You fart."

"Look, he's anxious."

"I............"

Originally he was very interested, but as soon as Shen Xian opened his mouth, Ye Changqing felt that something was wrong with the smell again.

The direct disciple of Dongwenwengong was obviously a little impatient and was obviously at a disadvantage.

And Shen Xian had a sneer on his face, that's it?

You can't even control your emotions, why are you still arguing? I have read so many books by sages in vain.

After that, the disciples from both sides came and went, speaking one after another, and the scene became intense for a while.

Just talking about it, are you sure this is a poetry meeting for Dongzhou scholars? Instead of a bandit convention?

"Fart, don't use sweet words, you must be more important."

"Oh, then why don't you declare yourself king? It would be great to be a polished commander."

"You are lying."

"It's a fallacy if you have nothing to say, right?"

While the two sides were arguing, a disciple whispered to Mr. Shen.

"Brother, I think they are just tough talkers."

"Then do it directly."

"it is good."

Then, Wenyuan Peak suddenly took action, and the disciples of Dongwen Palace were not surprised at all, as if they were accustomed to it.

After that, the two sides fought fiercely together, fighting fiercely.

"What the hell is this a poetry meeting?"

Looking at the two parties who suddenly started fighting, Ye Changqing said suspiciously.

"That's the case. Since you can't convince the other party with words, you can only use other methods."

The Baihua Fairy on the side said calmly.

Literary people, it's normal to have some character. If you don't listen to me when I talk nicely, then give me a beating first. If you lose, you will naturally become more obedient.

It really opened his eyes, and in the melee, Ye Changqing saw a few familiar figures.

Isn't that Zhao Zhengping, Xu Jie and the others? When did you change into Wenyuanfeng’s clothes?

"Xu Jie..."

A young man who was originally a direct disciple of the Qingyun Sect was kicked to the ground by Xu Jie.

When he looked up, he was stunned. The two knew each other, and he naturally knew that Xu Jie was not a disciple of Wenyuan Peak.

"You cheated."

"What kind of cheating? Can't I switch to Wenyuan Peak?"

"you you you........."

"What are you? Aren't you also a disciple of the Qingyun Sect? Stop talking nonsense and accept the move."

With the participation of Zhao Zhengping and others, Wenyuan Peak's side is even more powerful. Moreover, Ye Changqing also discovered that these disciples of Wenyuan Peak, regardless of their proficiency in writing, are definitely extremely rich in combat experience. fight.

On the other hand, Long Xiangfeng's physical training is really too gentle and elegant.

The surrounding formations have already been activated, and the Dongwen Palace has no intention of stopping it.

Obviously, everyone has become accustomed to it.

After a fierce battle, Wenyuan Peak finally won a complete victory. Even with the secret help of Qingyun Sect, Zhao Zhengping and others were not vegetarians.

A group of East Literature Palace disciples were knocked to the ground. Shen Xian grabbed a direct disciple by the collar and asked coldly.

"Tell me, what is more important, the king or the people."

"Bah, you are the most important person. Even if you beat me to death today, you are still the most important person."

This direct disciple said with dignity, but what greeted him next was undoubtedly a punch and a kick.

Being pushed to the ground by Shen first was a slap in the face.

It didn't take long for this disciple to beg for mercy again and again.

"Stop, stop, people... the people are the most important, the people are the most important."

Hearing this, Mr. Shen stopped.

"Then tell me why the people are the most important thing."

"The people are the water and the king is the boat, so the people are the most important thing."

"Well, children can be taught."

Seeing this, Mr. Shen nodded with satisfaction, and this disciple seemed to have been beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

The same is true for other disciples of the East Literature Palace. As long as they don't agree that the people are the most important thing, they will be beaten.

Even if you nod, I still have to give you a reason. If you can't explain it, you will continue to be beaten.

In the end, Wenyuanfeng and Dongwengong reached a consensus through friendly exchanges, and Dongwengong agreed with Wenyuanfeng's statement.

Faced with such a result, Chen Qingyu's face had already darkened, and he was so defeated.

He has already sent several direct disciples to join Dongwengong, how can he lose?

For a moment, Chen Qingyu looked at Qi Xiong and said in a cold tone.

"Qi Xiong, you are a shady person."

"What are you talking about?"

"They...do you dare to say that they are Wenyuan Peak disciples?"

Angrily pointing at Zhao Zhengping, Xu Jie and others, Chen Qingyu had really seen these little bastards just now.

Not only are they powerful, but their hands are extremely black. Just a few of them have defeated dozens of disciples from Dongwen Palace.

Without them, one's own side would definitely win.

Qi Xiong didn't panic when being called out by Chen Qingyu. Didn't you, a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, also intervene?

But before Qi Xiong could say anything, Mo Yun on the side flipped the table.

Kicking over the low table in front of him, Mo Yun roared loudly.

"So what if it is, so what if it's not. My senior brother said, the worst case scenario is that we might overturn the table."

As soon as these words came out, Qi Xiong's face immediately darkened. What I'm talking about is that Changqing boy was wronged and then lifted the table. What the hell are you doing now?

Chen Qingyu was gnashing his teeth angrily, but Mo Yun didn't notice the change in Qi Xiong's face at all, and looked at Chen Qingyu coldly.

"If you ask me, you, the Qingyun Sect, are too idle. Why are you here to join in the fun of our Confucian cultivators' Dongwen Poetry Club?"

"Also, those two immortals, look at the aura of death around them. It's just a matter of digging up the grave of the ancestor of our Taoist sect. It looks like they only have a few days to live."

Mo Yun's output immediately made Chen Qingyu's eyes filled with anger.

"To shut up."

Chen Qingyu was really furious, but this angry shout did not come from him, but from the two ancestors of Qingyun Sect.

This little bastard is really looking for death.

I'm going to die and I don't know? Do you want you to tell me? And you actually compare us with your Taoist sect ancestor?

That's a person who has been dead for tens of thousands of years.