The literary society is like a gathering place for trolls.
They criticize everything and are dissatisfied with everything. They always like to criticize others from a high position. There are many members like Mo Jun. Although they have never done anything good for the country or the people, they always think highly of themselves for some reason... Even in Kyoto, these people are not very popular. When people talk about them behind their backs, they often call them "a group of dandies in school uniforms". They regard them as a pure entertainment organization. Although they don't think highly of them, they try to avoid them if possible...
It’s just… I heard that the literary society doesn’t seek realm, doesn’t deal with government affairs, but only seeks to have idle conversations and study so-called academics. Generally, their cultivation is very low. How could they appear in this desolate mountain range
Even Mr. Yi was slightly surprised: "Your literary club also participated in the pre-test training this year?"
“Haha, excuse me for making fun of you, Mr. Yi. In recent years, our literary society has worked hard and there are still some capable people…” As he said this, he revealed his own cultivation level, which turned out to be the lower realm of Mingyuan!
"Eighteen years old... Mingyuan lower realm... Well, it seems that your literary club has finally realized that you can't just study hard, you should also gain more experience and improve your realm..."
"Yes, Mr. Yi came to visit us that day, and the lesson he gave us made us realize our mistakes. However, scholars should not be too ostentatious. We came here to gain experience, so we did not inform Mr. Yi. Please..."
Mr. Yi waved his hand and said, "It's good that you can figure it out. Okay, if you want to calculate the beast cores, you can count them now."
"Hehe... Mr. Yi, please wait for a moment. I have some personal matters to settle with this brother... Please forgive me for my father's sake." While speaking, Qin Shou had already turned to Chu Tianxiao, a sneer slowly formed at the corner of his mouth, but it flashed away.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Yi was a little annoyed that these people were making such troubles during the settlement, but such things have always happened over the years. As long as the person who made troubles did not make a big fuss and had a background, the best thing to do at this time was generally to ignore it...
"But is it Mr. Chu Tianxiao, the son of Marquis Purple, who is here in person?" Qin Shou stepped forward and said with a fist clasped.
Chu Tianxiao nodded: "You must be the son of Marquis Qin?"
"That's right. The Qin Yun you know is my cousin!" Qin Shou's voice gradually became higher, and he said, "I heard that he also came to the Xionghuang Mountains, but why hasn't he returned yet? Brother Chu, why don't you tell me what's going on?"
Chu Tianxiao said leisurely: "Your cousin hasn't come back yet, so you ask me?"
Qin Shou sneered and said, "This... Over the past few days, the feud between you and my cousin Qin Yun has been widely spread. This Xionghuang Mountain Range is so vast, who knows if some people will take the opportunity to take revenge... Hehe..."
Chu Tianxiao said: "Let me correct you. If we talk about revenge, it should be that he wants to retaliate against me, but I will not retaliate against him - I win every time we fight, you have to understand this."
Qin Shou choked when he heard this, and then snorted, "Master Chu is really sharp-tongued, but my cousin hasn't come back yet, and the family's natal lamp is also very weak. This is obviously an accident, and at this moment... Master Chu took out so many beast cores, and there is also a half-step fifth level... Haha, what's the mystery in this, I also want to know..."
After hearing this, Chu Tianxiao knew that the people in the literary club had probably been paying attention to what was going on here. He thought about it, but his face was as calm as water: "I want to ask you two questions."
Qin Shou was slightly stunned, then said, "Please speak."
"First, what is the Xionghuang Mountains?" Chu Tianxiao's voice gradually became louder. "Is it a place for children to play house? Here, there are opportunities, but also great risks. Look around, are these all the people who have returned? Others can die and get into trouble, so why can't your cousin get into trouble? Should I be blamed for this kind of 'accident'?"
Qin Shou did not answer when he heard this, his eyes closed and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Second, I want to ask, why does your cousin start to care about Qin Yun now?"
“… Of course it’s because we are blood relatives, and filial piety is what we should do…” Qin Shou began to show off his knowledge, speaking in a serious manner, unconsciously with an air of superiority, which made all the geniuses in the room frown slightly.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Before Qin Shou could finish his words, Chu Tianxiao interrupted him rudely, "Three years ago, Qin Yun became a loser, but you didn't care about him. These days, he suffered heavy losses from my successive attacks, but you didn't care about him either. Now, you think you can slander me for a share of the 'family property', so you come out and talk about filial piety and close relatives... Is this your 'fraternity'? Is this the virtue of you, the members of the Wenshe?"
"Don't hide your little thoughts anymore!"
Qin Shou's expression changed drastically when he heard this, and then he heard Chu Tianxiao continue: "Want to question? Sure! But don't forget what I said at the Autumn Night Banquet..."
He looked behind Qin Shou, at the group of scholars who had been against him, and saw that they all trembled, and one of them was shaking all over, as if he had recalled some bad memories...
"To be clear, only those who unreasonably question the facts need to produce evidence!"
"Otherwise, dismiss!"
"Ah! Ah!" As soon as Chu Tianxiao finished speaking, a loud scream rang out in the literary club, and then a man fell to the ground and rolled around, shaking all over like a sieve...
Chu Tianxiao was also stunned by this scene, and then he came to his senses and couldn't help but laugh: "Is this... the courage of your literary club?"
As soon as these words were spoken, those in the room who knew the situation burst into laughter. Those who didn't know the situation also burst into laughter after learning about the Qiu Ye Yan Wenbi incident.
Seeing this, Qin Shou's face turned ugly. He snorted heavily, and the man rolling on the ground stopped immediately. Then he touched his limbs and found that he was fine. Thinking that this was not the time of the Qiu Ye Banquet... He was suddenly embarrassed, and lowered his head in shame and resentment, cursing Chu Tianxiao several times in his heart.
Qin Shou waved his hand, and the man was immediately surrounded by the crowd again. Then, he stepped forward and said, "Haha... Seeing Brother Chu's confident look, I knew I was wrong. This matter should have nothing to do with Brother Chu. Alas, it's all my fault for listening to one side and believing it... So, I apologize to Brother Chu."
As he said this, he bowed and saluted. Chu Tianxiao narrowed his eyes, but before he could say anything, Qin Shou suddenly looked behind him.
As far as he could see, several scholars immediately made way for him, and then he saw several stretchers being carried up, followed by a series of howling sounds...
Chu Tianxiao narrowed his eyes slightly. He vaguely guessed the other party's vicious intention, because, on the stretcher, he saw three familiar faces - Mo Jun, Han Qiu, and Ouyang Di!
"It's like this..."
Qin Shou didn't keep the secret. He pointed at the people on the stretchers and said straight to the point: "These injured brothers are all talented people in our literary club..."
As he spoke, he pointed at them one by one and briefly introduced these "injured" soldiers. Several of them also "tried hard" to return the greeting by clasping their fists. As Qin Shou introduced them, the people in the room were more and more surprised. Except for Mo Jun and the other three, these people lying on stretchers were actually "scholars" in Kyoto who were well versed in poetry and prose. Some of them had even written policy papers and were well-known for their writing. However, at this moment, they either lost an arm or a leg... Their miserable condition aroused sympathy from some people, while others felt that something was wrong...
Then Qin Shou continued: "This happened three days ago..." (To be continued.)