Ji Zhibai raised his eyebrows, and then a calm expression appeared on his face. He had lost his official position, so the other party could not call him that. His literary courage was broken, and his literary position was empty. It would be even more rude for the other party to call him Jinshi or Zhuangyuan. Calling him sir was the greatest respect. ∈↗Little,..o
Ji Zhibai vaguely heard that the voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't tell who it was for a moment, so he withdrew his gaze from the full moon, looked at the car door, and said, "It's me."
"Student Zhao Ting."
Ji Zhibai was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "So it's the young Duke. But... I wonder what the young Duke wants to talk to me about?"
Zhao Ting is the son of King Kang. Although he is now teaming up with the left prime minister to deal with Fang Yun, there is still a grudge between the two factions. Ji Zhibai is not sure whether he needs to get close to Zhao Ting. However, Ji Zhibai has an instinctive liking for Zhao Ting, because this little duke was the one whose literary courage was shattered by Fang Yun.
"Can I get in the car and talk in detail? We will leave when we reach the gate of the Left Prime Minister's Mansion." Zhao Ting's voice came from outside the door.
Ji Zhibai was about to get out of the car to greet him, but then he changed his mind and said, "Please get in the car, young prince."
Zhao Ting got on the car, and the two exchanged greetings for a while, then sat on both sides of the car.
The luminous pearls in the carriage made the two men's eyes sparkle. Ji Zhibai looked at the young duke and found that he was much thinner than before, and his expression was more resolute, but there was a shadow deep in his eyes.
"Mr. Ji, given my hatred for Fang Yun, you should know that I will not harm you." Zhao Ting said.
Ji Zhibai nodded slightly but did not answer.
Zhao Ting said: "The broken Wendan is not impossible to repair. With the arrival of the Wenqu Star, the human race will flourish. As the human race becomes stronger and stronger in the future, a method to repair the Wendan will inevitably appear. Moreover, no matter in the demon world or the ancient land, there are magical objects that can repair it. As far as I know, Xun Ye's Wendan has been mostly repaired."
Ji Zhibai said: "The Xun family is a sub-sage family. You and I are far from being comparable."
Zhao Ting smiled and said, "Brother Ji, don't underestimate yourself. The reason I came here this time is to ask Brother Ji, are the verbal battles still going on?"
Ji Zhibai's face slightly changed. He said, "Yes, but it has been weakened by half. If the literary courage cannot be restored, there will be no progress."
"That's good." Zhao Ting said, taking out his Duke's seal, injecting his energy into it, and forming a protective shield to isolate himself from the outside world.
Ji Zhibai stared at Zhao Ting seriously, his heartbeat quickened slightly, he was alert, but more of it was anticipation.
"You are not from a noble family. There are many things you don't know." Zhao Ting said with a smile.
Ji Zhibai was confused. Even his mentor, the Zuo Xiang, had natural defects in this aspect. Zhao Ting was not from a noble family, but his father was from the royal family of Jing State, which was no worse than that of ordinary noble families. His mother was the legitimate daughter of the Jiansheng noble family, and what she knew and learned was far beyond what Ji Zhibai could compare to.
"Besides training in the outside world, what is the most important way for university scholars and great scholars to practice?"
"Of course it's the world of saints." Ji Zhibai said.
Zhao Ting looked at Ji Zhibai without saying anything.
Ji Zhibai thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "Could it be... the former residences of the saints? It is said that one-third of the former residences of the saints are exiled to the void, between the ancient lands and the Shengyuan Continent. Every time a former residence appears in the world, it will be a big event. However, only the aristocratic families and the top geniuses of the time are qualified to participate. I am not qualified at all."
"You only know one side of the story. A country bumpkin like Fang Yun naturally wouldn't understand. Every new former residence of the saints will trigger a fight. If a demon or barbarian encounters it in advance, the fight will be even more brutal. However, the former residence of the saints contains the holy power accumulated by the saints for many years. The first batch of people who enter will be cleansed by the holy power all over their bodies. Restoring literary courage? It's easy!"
"Really?" Ji Zhibai suddenly stretched out his hands to grab Zhao Ting, but immediately realized his loss of composure and immediately let go.
Zhao Ting smiled and said, "Otherwise, why have I been cultivating myself and improving my character since the accident? It was to wait for this opportunity."
"I may not have this opportunity." Ji Zhibai said.
Zhao Ting smiled and said, "Have you heard of the Wuyun Literary Society?"
Ji Zhibai frowned and said, "Remember, 'Dark Cloud' and 'Wuyun' are homophones. The Dark Cloud Literary Gathering is different from the Wu Fangyun Literary Gathering."
"Then do you know the Juwen Pavilion in Bakong Mountain?" Zhao Ting asked.
"Who doesn't know? When the Wendan and Wengong are broken, it will cause habitual headaches. It is said that when Cao Cao became a great scholar, he broke his promise and seized the Han Dynasty, which caused the Wendan to be broken and caused headaches day and night. Even Hua Tuo was helpless. But Bakong Mountain is very strange. As long as you live there and don't get too angry, you won't get pain. Therefore, a large number of scholars with problems with Wendan and Wengong gathered in Bakong Mountain and formed the famous Juwen Pavilion, criticizing the world, stirring up words, and despising the world's geniuses. After all, Wendan and Wengong have already had problems, and no matter how much you curse, it won't be more dangerous."
Zhao Ting said solemnly: "A mysterious force has already controlled the Juwen Pavilion, waiting for the former residence to appear, and sent a group of geniuses with broken literary courage into it. As long as they are baptized by the holy power, not only will their literary courage and literary palace be fully restored, but after the previous tempering and the help of the former residences of the saints, their strength will definitely be raised to a higher level!"
Many thoughts flashed through Ji Zhibai's mind. He smiled slightly and said, "That mysterious power appeared within a year, right?"
"As expected of you, Brother Ji. I'm afraid you have already guessed that the purpose of controlling Juwen Pavilion is to deal with Fang Yun! Even though Fang Yun is a genius, he is still too young and needs a lot of time to hone his skills. And no matter how old you are compared to him, you don't lack any training. As long as you can be promoted, your talent will not be unstable. As long as you are baptized by the holy energy, you or Ji Meng will become the top scholar in the country, and you may not lose to Fang Xusheng in the end."
Ji Zhibai smiled calmly and said, "Young Duke, you are joking. I have long known that I have been surpassed by Fang Yun, and the possibility of catching up with him is very slim."
“Yes, relying on yourself alone, the chances of catching up with him are slim. But what if you get help from a mysterious power? What if Fang Yun suddenly... encounters an accident that causes his strength to decline or stagnate?” Zhao Ting said to the end, his eyes and tone filled with unexplainable malice.
Ji Zhibai suddenly remembered the appearance of his mentor Liu Shan when he returned from the West Sea Dragon Palace, so he whispered, "Has the West Sea Dragon Clan participated?"
Zhao Ting was stunned, and lowered his voice and said: "Since Brother Ji has guessed it, then I will not hide it anymore. It is because of the support of the West Sea Dragon Palace and other forces that I think Brother Ji and others can catch up with Fang Yun. Brother Ji, do you really want to beat Fang Yun?"
"I dream about it!" said Ji Zhibai.
"Then, let's start our cooperation!" said Zhao Ting.
Ji Zhibai suddenly smiled mysteriously and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, Fang Yun will face a disaster of extinction in September, which will at least stagnate his cultivation for three years! I'm afraid the young Duke may not know this, right?"
"This... I really don't know. Could it be... related to your master, the Left Prime Minister?"
Ji Zhibaidian head.
Zhao Ting slapped his thigh and laughed, "If that's the case, then we won't have to worry about revenge! After becoming a Jinshi, every step is difficult and one can fall flat on his face if one is not careful. He has been going so smoothly in the past, so there will definitely be problems in the future! Unless he is blessed by Wenquxing, a small setback may ruin his future!"
"Okay, I will join the new Bakong Mountain and the new Juwen Pavilion!" said Ji Zhibai.
The two men held hands tightly, and Zhao Ting said, "From now on, we are no longer literary friends, but brothers! Destroy Fang Yun and step on the Holy Path!"
"Destroy Fang Yun and step on the holy path!"
.(To be continued..)