Be Passive In The High Martial World

Chapter 82 How many tongues can a person have?

The son of the leader of the Cao Gang?

Chen Kuang squinted his eyes and looked down from the window.

There are special restrictions in this room, which can prevent outsiders from snooping and can also defend against a certain degree of attack, but it does not affect the people in the room from seeing outside. It is equivalent to one-way glass and is bulletproof.

This is probably VIP treatment... Qi Sibai is ranked thirty-four in Canglang Review, and is quite a celebrity even among practitioners.

The true identity of the owner of Xianyu Temple is unknown, but to be able to maintain this only hostel run by practitioners at the most scenic location by Dongting Lake is certainly not a low price.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that on the second day after opening, there will be corpses lying on the streets...

The practitioners in this world will not tell you the rules, they only see whether your fists are strong enough.

Being able to be treated like a VIP by the owner of Xianyu Temple is a kind of recognition in itself.

"What's wrong? I asked you to say what you just said again. You dared to say it just now, but why don't you dare to say it now? Could it be that you said something shameful?"

Fan Chuan sneered and stepped forward to the center of the pavilion.

Those students subconsciously retreated, leaving only Chen Ning and two other teenagers in student uniforms.

These two young men, one named Gu Zitao and the other Liang Zhi, are known for their talents. They are both young geniuses from Jishao County and have passed the provincial examination at a young age.

If something unexpected happened this year, I would have been preparing to go to the imperial city to take part in the examination. If I was lucky, I might have become an official. However, due to the horse's hoof disease, I was able to serve Daliang.

But unfortunately, things changed overnight and the Liang Kingdom disappeared...

Who knows, if you want to take part in the examination next year, you will have to go all the way to the Kingdom of Zhou.

This is still a good idea, but in fact the reality will be even worse, because Ji Chengtian will most likely not recognize Liang Guo's examination results, but will adopt the Great Zhou's imperial examination time and system.

The content of the imperial examinations in the Liang and Zhou Dynasties was also very different.

In other words, the decades of hard study by the students of Liang State were all in vain!

Who could it be, who could bear it?

And because of this, this poetry meeting, which was originally just to relieve depression, turned into a criticism meeting to vent anger, and it became more and more intense...

Since ancient times, articles have been full of hatred for fate. The hatred of the country and the family, which has plummeted, naturally triggered many emotions.

Gu Zitao and Liang Zhi had great attainments in poetry. At this time, they were in high spirits, so they picked up some angry poems and cursed Zhou Guo's bandits and Liang Guo's traitors.

These poems themselves are naturally excellent works that can be circulated for a while. If they were circulated after the poetry meeting, they would also be a good story that could inspire the scholars of Liang Guo.

It’s just that I absolutely shouldn’t, but I actually asked people to listen to me in person...

This man, so damn good, is actually the son of the leader of the Cao Gang!

Who doesn't know that the Great Zhou Educational Officer stayed at the county governor's house for one night, and the next day he was invited as a guest by Fan Hailong, a local bastard?

Those who know the current affairs are heroes. With Liang Guo gone, it is natural to find a new supporter.

Fan Hailong, who started from scratch, knows this better than anyone else.

Fan Chuan glanced at the students, and his eyes especially fell on Chen Ning, with a hint of covetousness.

"Don't dare to say it? Then I will say it for you!"

Fan Chuan sneered, pacing and chanting: "Small officials work for big officials, and they are happy. If you can serve your relatives like this, wouldn't you be a filial son!"

He clapped vigorously and praised: "What a poem! It's really a good poem! I wonder which talented person here wrote it?"

"Although my father is a rough man, he has always cherished talents. He also spent a lot of money and manpower to run a private school in Jishao County."

"Now that I see such a young talent coming out of Jishao County, I must be very happy!"

Fan Chuan said this, but his eyes flashed coldly, showing no hint of joy.

He looked at the other students and said loudly:

"If you can tell who the author of this poem is, I will definitely recommend him to my father and ensure that he will have enough food and clothing for the rest of his life. He will not have to take the imperial examination and earn an official position!"

What he said was nice, but he didn't say whether he recommended the author of this poem or the person who identified the author...

For a moment, the other students started to get ready to take action.

Chen Ning squeezed the scroll in his hand tightly, turned around and glared at the other students, stopping their words before glaring back at Fan Chuan:

"Young Master Fan is a great practitioner, why bother bullying us ordinary people..."

Fan Chuan smiled but didn't smile, and interrupted: "Little sister of the Chen family, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. If you say I bully others, you have to have evidence, right?"

"With my kind words, I want to give the desperate Jishao County students a road to success. Is it still wrong for me to do so?"

"On the contrary, when my little sister blocks people's mouths for no reason, that's what we call real bullying, right?"

Fan Chuan looked at the students and said righteously: "You can speak freely without fear of retaliation from the Chen family! I, Fan Chuan, will take care of everything for you!"

He confused right and wrong in such a disorganized manner that Chen Ning was furious: "You!"

Although she was talented, she was only sixteen years old after all. She had never seen such a direct method of sowing discord in people's hearts, and she was at a loss for a moment.

As soon as Fan Chuan said this, those students initially seemed to shrink back, but now they looked at each other and hesitated.

One of the students gritted his teeth and pointed at Gu Zitao: "Yes, it was written by him!"

Gu Zitao's face instantly turned pale. He turned back to look at the student and said, "We have been classmates for ten years, how could you do this?!"

Fan Chuan walked up to Gu Zitao, smiled and reached out to pat his shoulder: "You are indeed a talented person. Why don't you come to my home as a guest and have a good chat about your poem."

Gu Zitao suddenly collapsed and was picked up by the thugs behind Fan Chuan and taken away forcefully.

He panicked and shouted: "I didn't write it, I really didn't write it!"

Chen Kuang was watching from above, but he didn't care.

These students were so excited that they wrote poems and read them out in public. They should have thought about the consequences. If Gu Zitao still had some guts, he should have stood up and admitted it just now, why wait for Fan Chuan to provoke him.

If he admitted it forcefully, Chen Kuang might be able to save his life.

As a result, he turned out to be a coward and asked Chen Ning to speak out. In the end, he simply denied it.

It's really hard to judge whether you dare to do something or not, and only dare to curse a few words.

However, Chen Kuang looked at it and found that Fan Chuan didn't really come here for poetry, but for Chen Ning...

Chen Kuang blew on the tea in the cup.

The Chen family has close ties with the Caobang, but Fan Chuan's attitude does not mean to give the Chen family any face.

He is the young leader of the Cao Gang, and he naturally represents Fan Hailong's attitude.

The current situation has changed, and it seems... Caobang no longer wants to give others a piece of the pie.

In particular, the Chen family's prestige in South Pier is greater than that of Caobang, so I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to tolerate it.

Fan Chuan walked forward again: "You guys seem to have written a few good poems just now, such as..."

Chen Ning stopped him and said: "This poetry meeting has been reported to the county governor. Even if you don't care about the Chen family, you still need to take a look at the county governor's face, right?"

Fan Chuan whispered: "I'm afraid my situation is not big enough, little sister."

"Now that all the correctional officers are in my father's house, what does a mere county guard mean?"

He looked at the frightened Liang Zhi beside him and suddenly said: "I remember, your name is Liang Zhi?"

Liang Zhi nodded.

Fan Chuan suddenly turned cold and said: "How dare you call me Liang Zhi? The Liang Kingdom has been destroyed, how dare you call me Liang Zhi under the rule of Great Zhou?! It's really treasonous! You should be killed!"

He waved his hand, and a cultivator behind him suddenly stepped forward, drew his sword and slashed at Liang Zhi. Unknown whether it was intentional or not, the blade of the sword actually scratched the throat of Chen Ning next to him.

Chen Ning had never seen such a scene before. It was like falling into an ice cellar. His whole body was cold and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

"Zheng——"

The sound of the piano suddenly sounded, and the practitioner stopped for a moment, then suddenly fell back, and a bloodstain appeared on his neck...

Following him, several other thugs behind Fan Chuan also fell down without making any sound.

Everyone was shocked.

Chen Ning was stunned, opened his eyes, saw this scene, but felt that the unique piano sound was somewhat familiar.

Fan Chuan was startled, sweating on his forehead, and said quickly: "Which senior is here?"

"Senior? You mean I'm very old?"

A voice came from the small building next to me: "I hate people thinking I'm old the most in my life. How dare you call me senior? You deserve to be killed!"

Fan Chuan was shocked: "No! I mean, I'm asking if there are any other seniors here, not you!"

The voice said again: "Oh? So that's it...then I won't embarrass you."

Then he said magnanimously: "If you speak carelessly like you, just cut off one of your tongues."

A tongue?

How many tongues can a person have?

Fan Chuan's face turned blue.

(End of chapter)