Global Reincarnation: Spending 1 billion at the beginning

"Do you know whether this bird flying in the sky is happy or unhappy?" Gongsun Linglong asked rhetorically, making use of the topic.

"Uh!" Zimu was stunned for a moment, then changed his mind and said, "Does Sir know about the happiness of flying birds?"

Zimu whispered, looking slightly nervous.

There were many people standing at the edge of the ring. If he lost, Zimu's reputation would be ruined.

"Of course I know whether the birds are happy." Gongsun Linglong covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Is it happiness or unhappiness?" Zimu grasped this question and pressed forward step by step.

"Of course I am happy!" Gongsun Linglong replied without thinking.

"Sir, I'm afraid you are just joking." Zimu looked calm and continued: "Sir, if you are not a flying bird, how can you know the happiness of flying birds?"

"Oh? If it's not a flying bird, then it's impossible to know the happiness of flying birds?"

"That's natural. I'm not a bird, but it's ridiculous to say you know the happiness of birds." Zimu looked disdainful.

"Is it really ridiculous?" Gongsun Linglong's big mouth under the mask slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said: "Then, brother, I am not me, but you assert that I don't know the happiness of birds. If not, what is this?"

"ah!"

As soon as Gongsun Linglong said this, everyone at the scene was shocked.

"Oh my God, what a powerful woman. I didn't expect Zimu to be at a disadvantage without even realizing it." A disciple said softly.

"Although Mr. Gongsun is a woman, his ability to talk and persuade is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Even Senior Brother Zimu is no match for her. It's simply too terrifying."

Hearing this, the Confucian disciples on the side nodded their heads one after another, with a hint of solemnity in their eyes.

"This...this..." For a moment, Zimu was speechless, his eyes wandering, and his mind was thinking quickly about how to deal with it.

In the corner, an ordinary-looking young man heard this and thought to himself: "This Gongsun Linglong is really eloquent."

Although this man's face was very ordinary, he had a pair of deep eyes. The scene just now was deeply remembered in his mind.

This person is none other than Luo Yun after his disguise.

Under Zhang Liang's arrangement, Luo Yun had a new identity and transformed into a Confucian disciple. He was also lucky enough to participate in such conferences.

"Zimu, stand down." Fu Nian knew that Zimu had lost, so he said.

Although Zimu was unwilling to do so on the court, if he lost, he would lose. If he stayed any longer, he would undoubtedly be humiliating himself.

Zimu respectfully bowed to Gongsun Linglong and then bowed back, returning to his seat.

Zimu's failure was not because he was not cautious enough, but because Gongsun Linglong had understood sophistry so deeply that ordinary people simply could not fight against it.

"Next, which brother is willing to come and give me some advice?"

After defeating Zimu, Gongsun Linglong once again glanced at the Confucian disciples around her with a disdainful smile on her face, as if the victory just now did not arouse her interest at all.

"If you are not a fish, how can you know the joy of fish? This is a famous sentence from "Zhuangzi. Autumn Waters". This man is not only knowledgeable and memorized, but also adaptable and adaptable. He is really powerful."

Luo Yun watched clearly from the sidelines. Zimu entered the opponent's trap step by step without knowing it. The loser was not unjust.

Confucian lost the first battle and refused to give up. Then a talented Confucian disciple stepped forward.

This man's name was Ziyou, who was about thirty years old. He and Gongsun Linglong debated the rising and setting of the sun, the way of life and death.

Although Ziyou was extremely cautious, every time he answered a question, he seemed to step into an invisible whirlpool, being pulled deeper and deeper step by step, and in the end he didn't even know how he lost.

Just as Gongsun Linglong said in his last sentence to Zi Lu: "From the moment you start with the hope of winning, you are destined to end in failure."

This sentence 260 has to be said to be very appropriate. Ziyou didn't even bother to get to the center of the problem and was completely manipulated by Gongsun Linglong. The two of them were not on the same level at all.

Two consecutive losses!

This is a failure that Confucian Xiaoshengxian Village has never had since its establishment.

Finally, some of the Confucian disciples present could no longer stand it.

Immediately afterwards, masters of peace fighting came out from among the Confucian disciples one by one, trying to defeat the world-famous Gongsun Linglong.

But without exception, they all failed.

"Confucianism is said to be a great article, but why can't it even make a complete sentence?"

Gongsun Linglong stood in the middle of the field, fighting six battles in a row, all of which left his opponents speechless and ended sadly.

The experts in Confucianism were all filled with righteous indignation, but there was nothing they could do about it.

Not to mention anything else, when it comes to the art of discerning harmony, Gongsun Linglong is indeed well-deserved, and there are absolutely very few people in the world who can stand up to him.

The people on Li Si's side were all smiling, but among the Confucianists, except for the three masters, the other disciples all looked ugly and didn't know what to do.

When Gongsun Linglong won the seventh White Horse and Not Horse debate, there was a hint of arrogance in his eyes, and he said with a smile: "It turns out that Confucianism, which has always been good at teaching others, only goes so far."

"Not to mention being compared with Mr. Li's Legalism, even if it is compared with my Gongsun family, it's still far behind, haha!"

Gongsun Linglong defeated Confucianism in seven games in a row. In terms of sophistry, it was really difficult for Confucianism to find an opponent to compete with her, especially the topic of white horse is not a horse. It was Gongsun Linglong's fatal move, which became famous all over the world.

So far, no one can beat it.

All the Confucian disciples present were angry but dared not speak out. If they continue to lose, I am afraid that the reputation of Confucianism will be ruined.

Li Si's attempt to make things difficult was not cruel. He did this to let the Confucians know that there are not only Confucians in this world, but also many masters. If the Confucians do not know how to understand His Majesty's heart, they may be replaced.

The three heroes of Qi and Lu present are all smart people. How could they not see that Li Si was making things difficult for them?

It is a pity that no Confucian disciple has dared to step forward so far. Winning will naturally turn the tide, but if he loses, he will be the sinner of Confucianism!

"Mr. Gongsun's sophistry is indeed unparalleled in the world. I've heard his name for a long time, and it's like thunder to my ears. I'm a happy young man. I'd like to ask Mr. Gongsun for advice."

At this moment, a lazy voice sounded from the corner. Listening to the tone of the voice, it was as if he had not woken up, and it made people feel extremely light and weak.

Everyone looked around and saw a tall and tall man standing in the corner, but his appearance was extremely ordinary, the kind that would not be found in a crowd.

Seeing this man standing up, the corners of Zhang Liang's mouth curled up slightly, and a faint smile appeared in the corners of his eyes, but he concealed it so well that no one noticed.

Needless to say, the person who can make Zhang Liang show such an expression must be someone he highly recognizes and trusts.