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"Unwise?" Chen Jun said with a smile: "How can you be unwise? You dare to ask for advice."

"Everything is unwise." A middle-aged Confucian scholar with elegant demeanor and rich clothes stood up and sneered, "The four surnamed families in Jiangnan Road didn't rise from humble beginnings. Let's just say that my ancestors of the Xu family were also the same back then.

The humble scholar who fought the debate between kings and dominators in Baoguo Temple, now that the world has changed, it’s just happened again.”

"Nowadays, all young people have to do is to show off their talents, and they will naturally be favored by nobles. Does Mr. Chen turn a blind eye to this upward channel, or does he choose to turn a blind eye?"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's eyes were deep in thought. During these hours, she watched many poor scholars in Baoguo Temple studying hard to prepare for the debate competition in a few days. She also had a certain understanding. However, the fact is as the Xu family scholar said, this is just another incident.

Promotions come and go, and sooner or later a new poor family will take over and become an aristocratic family.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at Mr. Chen Jun, who was a few steps away, curious about how he could break the situation.

"As expected of a scholar, I was almost convinced by you."

Chen Jundao said, "The old and the new replace each other, and new interests replace the old ones and become a new family. It is like a change in the world."

"Then have you ever thought about how many Confucian scholars there are in Jiangnan?"

The elderly Confucian scholar in the Xu family said coldly: "Hundreds of thousands, immeasurable!"

"How many Confucian students are there from aristocratic families? How many are from poor families? How many times can a Confucian student from a poor family be considered as a Confucian scholar from aristocratic families? Can you tell the truth?"

"It doesn't matter if you say it," the middle-aged Confucian scholar said loudly, "Although I haven't calculated it, the number of Confucian students from poor families among the people is a hundred or even a thousand times that of Confucian students from aristocratic families."

"A hundred times as much as a thousand, you know. Is it really fair to debate whether disciples from aristocratic families and Confucian students from poor families are competing for talents in Baoguo Temple? The Confucian scholars who can be selected to Baoguo Temple have been selected from thousands of disciples from poor families, right?

"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar's expression changed, and he understood what he was going to say. He started to speak immediately but was interrupted by Chen Jun.

"You don't need to rush to deny it. Confucian students from poor families who can enter Baoguo Temple must go through more screening than Confucian students from aristocratic families. Those Confucian scholars have gone through thousands of people's competition and selection by various counties before they can be on the same level as disciples from aristocratic families with mediocre qualifications.

Taiwan competition."

"And the competition is still a debate topic customized by your wealthy family. Don't you know that there are hundreds of different talents? There are people who are eloquent but can only talk, and there are also pragmatic Confucian scholars who are silent. These people may have been eliminated before they entered this stage.

, all the right to speak and the right to explain casual issues in the Jiangnan land are explained by your family. Now the right to speak is firmly in your hands. This Baoguo Temple is just a little oil squeezed out from the cracks of fingernails. "

"There are no nobles in the lower class, and there are no poor families in the upper class. If you want to be a bitch, don't build an archway!"

"You!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar's face turned red and his body trembled. He was obviously very angry.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was deep in thought when suddenly a clear and melodious voice came from behind. A peach-blossom-like woman came forward with light steps and twisted her waist. She clapped her hands lightly, glanced at the people of the four major families and said, "Wonderful"

Excellent, wonderful, what this gentleman said is so comfortable, if you want to be a bitch, don’t set up a memorial arch!"

"There is no noble family in the lower class, and there is no humble family in the upper class." Lu Baijie chewed on the profound meaning of this sentence in his mouth, and at the same time looked at the woman walking towards him. The woman was Xu Zhihu, the daughter-in-law of the Lu family.

"Mr. Chen's words are as sharp as a knife, and he really convinced me." Lu Baijie, the leader, took the lead to speak out, "But has Mr. Chen ever thought that after those poor Confucian scholars become successful, they may replace us and become the new aristocratic family's beneficiaries?

Otherwise, conflicts and bloodshed will inevitably occur, which will destroy the original balance and require a greater price to be paid. How will you solve this problem?"

Chen Jun smiled and said: "So, the layout of the Jiangnan family will remain unchanged for a hundred years?"

"It is rumored that Lu Baijie from Shangting County in Jianghu has a reputation as a virtuous man, is talented and intelligent, and is indifferent to fame and wealth. He usually lives in seclusion and practices martial arts, but I never expected that such a question would arise."

Lu Baijie's face turned red with anger, but what he said was quite ambiguous. Although it was a strong argument, it had deviated from the purpose.

"It is useless to talk more. It concerns the family, so we have to use another method to adjust Mr. Chen's ideas. The younger generation, Lu Baijie of Huting County, was given the ancient sword Ba Xiu when he was eleven years old. He has been practicing swordsmanship for thirty-six years and has taught Mr. Chen.

"

Lu Baijie was born as a concubine and was talented and intelligent. He was not keen on the Three Immortals of Confucianism and was obsessed with swordsmanship. He was listed among the swordsmen in the martial arts review. His swordsmanship skills must not be underestimated.

Lu Baijie showed off his ancient sword and unsheathed it, and everyone only caught a glimpse of a bright blue edge. Immediately, three whistling sounds of unsheathing the sword broke through the night sky almost at the same time. The sword glow was fierce and flickered with an unstoppable light.

"You are no match for me."

The members of the four major families turned a deaf ear and made clean and neat movements with their hands. When they saw Chen Jun's figure with his hands behind his back, the swords in their hands were a little faster, roaring in the wind.

call!

A few feet in front of Chen Jun, a strong wind suddenly swept through him. He suddenly stretched out his hand, and his five fingers suddenly snapped together with a crisp sound, as if he had caught the wind, tearing and slashing hard, and slashed towards the space where the four people were.

boom!

Three Confucian scholars from aristocratic families had already swung their swords in the air to block, but they were instantly surrounded by sharp white sword light. Lu Baijie held the famous sword in his hand and shouted softly, as if the sword light in the air was frozen and stopped, but suddenly there was a sound in the sword light.

With such thunderous force, Lu Baijie flew back immediately.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a faint smell of blood could be heard in Baoguo Temple. Even the top-grade ambergris in the temple could not suppress it. Representatives of the four surnamed families fell to the ground.

"I have advised you, and there is nothing I can do if you don't listen."

"Jiang Xinyu's family, behead!"

Chen Jun did not have a dancing sword in his hand, but the expression of the representative of the Jiang Xin Yu family changed drastically, as if he had lost something. The expressions of the representatives of the other families were equally sad, and they speculated that this might be the legendary harvest of luck.

"Behead the Lu family of Huting, behead the Yuan family of Bozhao, and behead the Xu family of my aunt!"

"Let's go!"

After finishing the work, he reaped the fortune of Confucianism and Taoism. Chen Jun led Xuanyuan Qingfeng away. It was almost dawn, and the clear light from the outside world shone on the red bricks and blue tiles of Baoguo Temple.

"Sir, wait a minute, cough."

Lu Baijie, who was on the ground, slowly propped up his body with the Ba Xiu Sword in his hand, stared at Chen Jun's back and said, "I wonder if you can give me an answer to the question just now?"

"I can't give it. The Liyang Dynasty itself is already full of flowers, like a raging fire cooking oil. In the past few days, I have seen many Confucian scholars from Jiangnan. Most of them are talkative and exaggerated. If you want to solve the problem, you can only solve it from the root. From the present

If there are conditions, such as overthrowing the Liyang Dynasty, electing an emperor with great charm and skills, and replacing another talent selection system, you can learn about it."

Lu Baijie fell into a state of confusion.

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ps: This is a bit late. I was delayed by something. Although this chapter passed early in the morning, it still counts as yesterday’s 28th. I really stayed up late to make up for it. Please vote for me. I recommend it.