At this moment, Zhu Shaoling felt that his face was hot and hot, like a monkey's butt that had been scalded, even with the deep city he was always proud of, it felt like it would collapse in an instant.
And Zhu Shaoling was not the only one who felt this kind of humiliation.
Even the ceremonial officer felt ashamed and indignant, resisted the urge to yell, and yelled at the stunned disciple: "Hey, that disciple, who is his name, hasn't come forward to report?"
The handyman who was just lazy to watch the excitement, trembled when he heard the words, and saw that everyone was looking at him, everyone's target was really himself, so he couldn't help but bite the bullet and walked up to the dojo, bowed in salute, and said: "Qi report Teachers, the student Wang Zhitui is now only an outer disciple, working part-time as a handyman in the dojo."
"Outer disciple?" Cheng Xi, an eighty-year-old man, narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile: "Seeing that you are in your twenties, are you still an outer disciple? How many years have you been in the academy?"
Wang Zhitui replied respectfully: "Old Huiwenge, I have been studying in the college for eight years. Before that, I have been studying at home and farming, and I have simply learned some martial arts."
"What realm? Where have you learned martial arts?" Chunyu Mao, the master of the Martial Pavilion, asked.
"The sixth heaven of the Earth Yuan Realm, martial arts are still being practiced [Thirteen Confucian Sword Classics]..."
Wang Zhitui was apprehensive at first, but as he spoke more, his mood became more and more stable, showing extremely deep self-cultivation. On such an important occasion, his answer was clear and clear, without any fear, and his performance was impressive. surprise.
Answering a few simple questions, Wang Zhitui is quite outstanding in other aspects except for his low level of martial arts, especially his conversation, and he knows etiquette well.
When Wang Zhitui answered, Feng Qingyan on the other side looked at Wang Zhitui carefully, nodded involuntarily, turned to Ye Qingxuan, and said in a low voice: "This is the son of the old man that Mr. Sun mentioned earlier. Half a disciple?"
Ye Qingxuan nodded with a smile.
It turned out that in the previous secret discussion, Ye Qingxuan once asked Sun Kejian if there was any old friend of him in the Confucian Academy, so that he could act as an internal response and thoroughly understand the Confucian Academy.
Sun Kejian bluntly said that he had been a teaching chair for the son of an old man for several years, and then went south to Jingzhou. In order not to delay his future, he ordered him to enter the Confucian Academy.
This old man's son is Wang Zhitui.
It's just that this son has the same temper as Sun Kejian, who values literature over martial arts, so he was almost not selected.
On weekdays, these two nominal masters and apprentices had quite a correspondence. Much of Sun Kejian's understanding of the Confucian Academy also came from Wang Zhitui.
Wang Zhitui was not valued at the Confucian Academy, and he was extremely low-key. Apart from academic research, he had no special performance. Inside, it's not popular.
After Sun Kejian and others came here, they secretly came to visit, so Ye Qingxuan knew and understood his situation. Facing the five games, Ye Qingxuan originally had a plan, but he was not expected to be mentioned by others. After some verbal squeeze, the matter was aggravated. If it succeeds, it will greatly hurt the face of Confucian Academy , so that those who are interested can see their own problems clearly.
After being questioned by several professors of the Confucian Academy, everyone finally understood that this disciple was just an ordinary Confucian disciple, and there was nothing unusual about it. Most of the people present were more advanced than this student. Facing the challenge of the five innate masters, I am afraid that they have no chance of winning.
Everyone felt that the people of the Kunwu faction were a little too condescending. For such a mediocre person, even if they had some special skills, they would not be able to fully comprehend them within a few hours.
If that Ye Qingxuan can really do it, then all the teaching chairs in the Confucian Academy will be disgraced and they can immediately pack up and leave.
After the questioning, Chunyu Mao, the master of the Martial Pavilion, chuckled, glanced sideways at Ye Qingxuan, and sighed: "Young Daoist Ye, this son's qualifications are a bit mediocre. If you tell me, I'm afraid someone will laugh at my Confucian Academy for bullying outsiders...you really Are you not thinking about it, continue with this idea?"
Ye Qingxuan said with a smile: "Is this guy mediocre? I think he is thoughtful and calm, he is a talent!"
There was a burst of laughter at the scene.
Cheng Xi, Chun Yumao, many professors, and even Zhu Shaoling's mouth showed a trace of ridicule.
After eight years of studying, he is still at the Earth Element Realm. It can be seen that his aptitude is mediocre, and he is out of the ordinary. However, he is still learning the most basic [Eighteen Confucian Sword Classics] in martial arts, which is the swordsmanship of the children's enlightenment stage. It is simply inferior. But low, this kind of martial arts awareness is not stupid, so there is no one in the Confucian Academy who is inferior to him.
Hearing the ridicule, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help laughing, and sighed: "It seems that the Confucian Academy is really full of talents. Such people are regarded as mediocre, and my Kunwu faction is incomparable. But... it's a pity , such a talented person did not get the proper teaching, causing the jewel to be dusty, maybe Ye Mou will wipe it lightly today, so that everyone can see the light of the jewel."
"It's kind of interesting." Zhu Shaoling laughed loudly, and hurriedly said: "Since Daoist Ye admits to making this jewel shine, then we will wait and see... Lieutenant, stop talking nonsense, let's arrange a competition..."
"Promise." The ceremonial official received the order and shouted: "The contest begins. For the first match, both sides please send their respective representatives to participate."
I saw the five people from the Confucian Academy having a brief discussion, and a thin, yellow-faced student came out of the crowd and shouted: "Leng Rusong, an elite student of the Confucian Academy, is going to the Kunwu Sect Gao Someone ask for advice!"
The visitor intends to show off.
When he got up, the visitor raised his long sword and washed his whole body. There was only a piece of sword light in the air, and there was no figure of the sword carrier at all. The speed of the sword was so fast.
When the words fell, the person was already standing tall, the sword light in his hand stopped, and the whole person seemed to appear suddenly from the sword light, as if the pines were proud of the snow, and they were extraordinarily detached.
There was an uproar among the disciples at the scene, and the applause broke out.
"It's Senior Brother Leng Rusong, Senior Brother Leng Rusong actually took the lead!"
"Senior brother Leng ranks seventh among the top ten disciples, and it is hard to find an opponent with a fast sword. Now the Kunwu faction will make a fool of himself!"
"As for the cats and dogs of the Kunwu Sect, I'm afraid they won't be able to catch up with Brother Leng's three tricks!"
"Hey, three moves? I don't think I can handle even one move!"
"Nonsense, I don't think the opponent even dares to play..."
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Such a master is enough to rule the world for a while even in the Jianghu, but unexpectedly, because of the suppression of Yan Jingliu, he has been dormant in the Confucian Academy, and his talent cannot be stretched. Such a strange sect is full of jealousy.
But Ye Qingxuan secretly sighed.
So what if they are amazingly talented, if it is not for the protection of Yan Jingliu, I am afraid that these talented disciples will be exhausted in the battle of the sects, where will it be their turn to shine...
That Leng Rusong stood on the stage to challenge, but the Kunwu Sect's four little ones gathered together, and no one came to the stage for a long time. The Confucian disciples who watched the battle thought that the Kunwu Sect really didn't dare to go on stage, and immediately booed.
But just for a moment, the booing stops—
Right in front of everyone, four little Taoist priests of the Kunwu sect were slowly doing - guessing fists!
Moments later, amidst laughter and an annoyed sigh, Lu Yunming walked over with the scissors in his right hand, with a face full of unwillingness.
"How can you lose if you play scissors? Usually you will win!" Lu Yunming muttered, dragging his sword and came onto the stage.
A crowd of Confucian disciples stared at everything in disbelief...
In such a solemn and solemn venue, the disciples of the Kunwu faction actually decide the order of appearance by guessing punches
It's too crazy!
Anger was burning in the eyes of all the Confucian disciples. Leng Rusong, who was handsome and calm on the stage, turned blue at this time, and the veins in his right hand holding the long sword were exposed. Even the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he almost yelled at him!
Compared with his own opponent, the opponent seems to care more about winning or losing in boxing...
The shining appearance just now, completely ignored by the other party, set off as cold as Song, like a big stupid orangutan who is crazy about himself!
Pooh!
Sun Kun laughed out loud, then covered his mouth, curled up, and was very happy.
He Qingzhu shook his head and sighed, "This doesn't look like a famous disciple, he's just a little rascal..."
"It's all taught by you!" Feng Qingyan gave Ye Qingxuan a hard look, and cursed: "I'm as virtuous as you!"
Ye Qingxuan blinked innocently, and muttered: "Aren't you like this? Don't you just pretend to be mature after getting married and having children!"
Hou Ting laughed like a pig, while Sun Kun rolled and fell to the ground.