The Hero of the Bright Moon in the Qin Dynasty Mo Wen

Chapter 28 Wounds all over

"Concession!" Jin Yao stood with his back to him, and said lightly.

Disciple Chunyu looked at the strand of long hair that fell to the ground. Although he was a little angry, he had to admit that this junior was an outstanding existence among contemporary disciples in terms of martial arts and talent. It's a pity that he has such a heart!

"Thank you, brother, for your mercy!" Disciple Chunyu had no choice but to walk out of the arena holding his sword in salute.

"His sword is not only expensive, but also very fast." The great Confucianists looked at Jin Yao in surprise. They were not sure whether Ling Xu was genuine. , Jin Yao's shot timing and speed are very fast.

"Between the same age, there are very few rivals!" Chunyu Yue said with a frown, at least they should have gone together.

"Which one of you is sure?" Xunzi looked at the disciples behind him. This guy is hiding really deep.

"Master, let me go!" A young man stood up, holding an ancient scroll, bowed to Xunzi, and then walked onto the debate stage.

"Bo Niu's lineage, Ran Ming, Zi Ziming, please teach me!" The young man held the scroll and saluted.

Jin Yao's expression was slightly concentrated, and he looked at the young man in front of him with some seriousness. He knew very well that the foundation of Confucianism was only now beginning to emerge.

The real disciples of Confucian geniuses are only now really standing out.

"Junior brother, please advise!" Jin Yao returned the salute holding his sword.

Outside the arena, He Guanzi smiled slightly, stroked his goatee, and thought to himself, "Finally, some heavy-weight disciples made a move. Let's see how he hides this kid."

Jin Yao had a bitter expression on his face. Confucian swordsmanship, he only knew one sword, and he was ceremonial before fighting. It was okay against ordinary Confucian disciples, but against direct disciples of various lines of Confucianism, this sword was not enough.

And he couldn't expose the Mohist swordsmanship.

Jin Yao threw Ling Xu once again, looked at the young man Ran Ming again and said, "Senior Brother neither holds a sword, nor does Senior Brother take advantage of you!"

Ran Ming was slightly surprised, then smiled and nodded seriously.

Ran Ming was not polite. They had already seen clearly in the audience before that Jin Yao's speed and agility were very fast, and his sword moves were also very fierce. Therefore, they must not give the opponent a chance to strike first.

Driven by internal force, the ancient scroll seemed to be swept towards Jinyao like a long river of bamboo spears, without giving Jinyao a chance to get close at all.

"Wei Bian Sanjue!" All the people present are people who know the goods. This is one of the top martial arts of Confucianism, and it is also the most special weapon.

"I've been fooled!" Jin Yao cursed secretly when he saw the bamboo slips attacking him, why did he throw Ling Xu away when he was fine!

"Senior brother!" Ran Ming smiled, looked at Jin Yao, who was wrapped in the middle by Wei Bian and couldn't move, and walked forward. At this time, everyone discovered that there was a short seal knife in his hand carved pen.

"Senior brother, as a scholar, it's normal to carry a seal knife and carving pen with you, isn't it?" Ran Ming smiled and slowly stabbed Jin Yao's shoulder, which was still struggling, with a pen and a sword.

"Pretend again, be strong, run again!" The Confucian disciples were all crazy, and finally someone could go up and deal with this guy.

"Boom~" Suddenly there was a loud noise in the field, Wei Bian was shattered and scattered to the surrounding disciples, everyone had no time to see what happened, the first choice was to avoid the flying bamboo pieces.

"Junior brother, as a child from a poor family, it's normal for senior brother to have some strength, right?" The smoke and dust cleared, and the people who were hiding had time to look at the field, only to find a shirtless, bronze-skinned boy with a pair of thugs pinching him on the other side. On the neck of a young man, he led the other party and threw it out of the debate stage.

"So many wounds?" Xiangfuzi, He Guanzi and other Confucian scholars all looked at the wounds on the naked boy's body, including scratches from swords, halberds and arrow wounds.

"Armor-clad gate, practice golden body horizontally!" He Guanzi looked at Mrs. Xiang, confirming.

Mr. Xiang didn't pay attention to He Guanzi, because he knew that Jin Yao would practice the golden body horizontally, which made him even more shocked. With the defense of the horizontal golden body, he can still leave so many injuries on his body, that is really close to death .

"Who else!" Jin Yao looked around, with a muscular body, fierce eyes, and scolded all directions.

"Hey, Veteran General, he is indeed the queen of Jin Bi!" He Guanzi nodded, and his domineering voice was worthy of Jin Bi's name.

The Confucian disciples were also frightened. As Confucian disciples, they are all scholars. Although Confucianism teaches that there is no distinction between teaching and learning, how many people who can really read in this era are not nobles?

As nobles, at this age, who is willing to let them go out to experience hardships?

Therefore, Jin Yao's injuries were beyond their imagination.

"Senior brother, he..." Chunyu Wunian blamed himself in a low voice, they all felt that senior brother was a duplicitous person, so they wanted to help him correct it.

But after seeing Jin Yao's injuries, everyone was silent, what kind of experience can make a 12-year-old boy have so many scars.

Don't persuade others to be kind to others without suffering.

Therefore, the young disciples of Confucianism are silent, unwilling to fight on stage again.

"That sword mark!" Mao Sui was fascinated by the sword mark on Jin Yao's body. He knew very well that the sword mark came from the vertical and horizontal hundred-step flying sword.

But there are only three people in the world who can fly the hundred-step sword, one is himself, and the other two are his master Gui Guzi and his nephew Gai Nie.

Master Guiguzi couldn't leave Guigu because of Guigu's gate rules, and Gai Nie couldn't leave Guigu because he was not yet old enough to become a teacher. Therefore, this sword could only be made by himself.

Combined with Jin Yao's horizontal training golden body, Mao Sui understood that this young man was once a descendant of Jin Bi, the great general of Wei State with a prominent family.

It's a pity that, in order to unite, he and Lord Pingyuan went to Han, Wei and Chu to lobby the kings of other countries, and sent troops to rescue Zhao, and the request of King Wei was to destroy the Jin family.

Memories from the past also floated up, and Mao Sui finally remembered that a general of the Jin family fled with a child at that time, and he only had time to unleash a sure-kill sword. A child died in the wild.

"Death!" Mao Sui understood, they did not check the injury of the child in the general's arms, but it was obvious that the general replaced Jin Bi's son with another child.

"I'm just following orders!" Mao Sui sighed. He didn't know the conflict between the Wei State and the Jin people, but for the sake of unity, they could only follow orders.

"Among the same age, life and death fight, no one is his opponent!" Xunzi was also shocked.

Confucian disciples are pampered and pampered, and their cultivation may not be worse than Jin Yao, but in the real life and death fight, Jin Yao's experience will surpass all Confucian disciples.

For a while, the Confucianism seemed to be silent, no one went up again, and what the scholars of the hundred schools saw was that the Confucian disciples were all shocked by Jin Yao's scolding.

Chapter 29 identity exposed

"Although I don't know how many hardships the younger brother has gone through, but the younger brother has gone the wrong way, Fu Nian does not want to see the younger brother go wrong to the end, please advise the younger brother!"

Just when everyone thought that Confucian disciples would not go up again, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy in a dark green brocade suit and holding a bronze long sword slowly stepped onto the debate stage.

"Fu Xi, Fu Nian, please teach me!" Fu Nian said firmly, holding his sword.

He is a disciple of a neutral sect. However, Confucianism cannot allow an outstanding disciple to go astray. Therefore, even if he knows that this disciple is justifiable, he has to come up and help this disciple to correct himself.

"Fu Nian!" Jin Yao looked at the young Fu Nian, a little surprised, this is the future head of Confucianism, the big boss of Confucianism who can suppress Yan Lu and Zhang Liang.

"Please!" Jin Yao didn't dare to push him any further, and took Ling Xu back.

"Qiang~" Fu Nian slowly handed out a sword, impartial, majestic and upright.

Jin Yao's eyes were also serious. This sword seemed to be very slow, but in fact, he had already blocked his other escape routes with momentum, so he had no choice but to meet this sword.

This is also the first person of the same age that Jin Yao has seen who can suppress his momentum.

when~when~when~

There was lightning and flint, and the long swords clashed, but the figures of the two people could no longer be seen clearly in the field, only the scattered sword energy was flying.

"I really have lived my whole life on dogs!" All the scholars around looked at the two people who were fighting on the field. Is this the background of the world's outstanding learning? A young man has the strength of a second-rate top master.

"Junior Brother, if you only use this sword again, you will lose!" Fu Nian and Jin Yao each stepped back after a blow, and Fu Nian looked at Jin Yao and said.

They fought for a short time, but they made no less than dozens of swords, but Fu Nian frowned, why did this junior brother only make the first sword of the ritual sword, and several times, he clearly saw the change of Jin Yao's sword, but abruptly to stop.

What is he hiding, what is he afraid of, why only one sword?Fu Nian couldn't figure it out.

Jin Yao was very helpless, he wanted to make a sword, but there were too many masters present, once he practiced Mozi's sword technique, he would be completely exposed.

"I only know this sword!" Jin Yao Lingxu said helplessly, returning to the sheath.

"Junior Brother, do you think Senior Brother will believe it?" Fu Nian didn't believe it, how could he only know one sword after subconsciously changing his sword posture and technique so many times.

After all, Fu Nian once again held out a sword in an unremarkable manner, and his body pressed up instantly, forcing Jin Yao to take out the sword.

"Out of the sword, out of the sword, out of the sword!" Fu Nian was so powerful that he saw that Jin Yao had always resisted with courtesy first and soldiers later, so he sped up his sword force angrily, forcing Jin Yao to make other sword moves.

"He really only knows one sword?" Xunzi hesitated. He was forced to this point by Fu Nian, and he only used rituals first and then soldiers, instead of other ritual sword moves. Isn't it just that he only knows one sword!

"Dang~" There was another sound of swords clashing, but the outcome had already been decided. A bronze long sword was blown away, and on the field, Jin Yao and Fu Nian were seen standing face to face, and then looked at each other. Jin Yao slowly retracted Ling Xuheng and put the sword on his chest back into its sheath.

"What a quick sword!" Fu Nian looked at his empty hands, then turned his head to look at his left shoulder, a sharp sword mark had already cut his sleeve.

"What's the name of this sword?" Fu Nian asked, the sword was so fast that he couldn't even react, the long sword was already knocked into the air, and then his left arm was cut by the opponent's sword.

Fu Nian knew very well that the sword was originally aimed at his heart, but at the last moment Jin Yao forcibly reversed the sword's direction, only to cut through his left arm.

"That's not swordsmanship!" The Patriarch of the Fu family came up nervously, checked Fu Nian's injuries, and was relieved to see that he was fine. This is because the Fu family has tried their best to train some disciples, and they are going to challenge Confucianism in the future of all veins.

"Thank you, nephew, for your mercy. If the old man is not mistaken, that sword should be a spear!" Master Fu looked at Jin Yao and asked.

Just when Fu Nian was attacking fiercely, Jin Yao could only step back step by step, resisting from left to right, but suddenly holding the sword in both hands, he suddenly shook Fu Nian's long sword away with force, and at an incredible angle, Ling Xu followed his Looking back at his shoulder, a sword pierced Fu Nian's left arm.

"Spearmanship, back to the carbine!" Jin Yao wiped off the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and back to the carbine, the back of the gun will definitely kill, and it is also a direct stab at the enemy's vitals, because no one can confirm his back stab in the blink of an eye, so It will be stabbed subconsciously based on feeling.

After Jin Yao stabbed out, he also realized that it was not a life-and-death fight, so he forcibly reversed his direction and stabbed Fu Nian's left arm, and the price was retrograde qi and blood and twisting his waist!

Fu Nian and Fu Patriarch saluted, and then withdrew from the debate stage.

"His waist is injured!" Many masters present could see that Jin Yao's forcibly deflected sword not only caused some internal injuries to himself, but also the most serious thing was that the sword twisted to the waist. Fighting is extremely fatal.

The waist is the hub for exerting and accumulating strength. Once the waist is injured, it will be difficult to perform many moves, and even if they are performed, there will be a certain delay.

"He's a Mohist disciple!" Chunyu got up angrily, looked at Xunzi, and then at Jinyao.

It is impossible for Master Fu to see that when Jin Yao was holding the sword in both hands, his internal energy was not restrained. The inner energy that was as black as ink and wrapped in white was only the Mo family, and there was no other semicolon. Yao's kindness was not expressed.

However, how could Chun Yuyue, who was in the same line as a conservative, tolerate a disciple from another family talking freely in their Confucian debates, talking about Confucian classics and disrupting the debate.

"It's over!" Jin Yao supported his waist, and he was lucky when he made that sword strike. Now it seems that he still underestimated these great Confucianists.

"Master Xiang, Xun Kuang, what do you want to do?" Chun Yuyue insisted on his identity, so he wouldn't bother with Jin Yao, turned his head to look at Xun Kuang and Master Xiang who was getting up and was about to run away.

Jin Yao also followed Chun Yuyue's eyes to look at his teacher, and his whole body felt bad in an instant. You are my teacher, and you want to run away regardless of your disciple's life or death.

Seeing that Mr. Xiang, who hadn't escaped, sat back in his seat in embarrassment, looking at his nose and his heart, as long as I have a thick skin, the embarrassing one is someone else.

Seeing the appearance of Xiang Fuzi, Chun Yuyue looked at Xun Zi, waiting for him to give a satisfactory answer, what is the purpose of sending a Mohist disciple to the Confucianism dispute?

"If you don't criticize your mind when you talk about politics, Mr. Chunyu forgot?" Xunzi was not in a hurry, and continued to speak slowly.

"Ziyao studied under the Mohists, and he also attended lectures under my school. When did Jixia Academy prohibit his family from participating in the debate? Is this the Confucianism that Mr. Chunyu thinks? Or is it that Confucianism can only work behind closed doors and won't listen to his family?" What did you say?" Xunzi got up slowly, brought Jinyao to his side, and walked towards the great Confucian masters of Zuoqiu, Gongyang, and Fu of the Neutral School.

Chapter 30 The Famous Sword Tai'a

"You!" Chunyu Yue was trembling with anger, pointing at Xunzi, speechless for a moment.

"Finger elder, is this the disciple of Chunyu Kun (kun Kun)?" Xunzi's poisonous mouth was also eye-opening.

Han Fei, Li Si and other disciples of Xunzi's line all looked at their teacher in confusion. They usually speak slowly, but there is such a side to the teacher with deep ancient meaning.