The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have a very good understanding.

"Senior brother of mine, I really can't wait for a day."

Counting the days with his fingers, Li Qingchen chuckled and shook his head.

Today happens to be the last day of the two-year period.

"Well, it's time to bring Chang Qing's two years of study to a successful end."

"I just hope that Xiao Lingsi won't be damaged by the blow."

Li Qingchen smiled helplessly. He had no choice but to ask Chang Qing Wenbi.

Even Shuhan, who was a literary saint, could not hold his head up under the pressure of Changqing, let alone Lingsi, who had just become a disciple.

Without thinking too much, Li Qingchen closed his eyes slightly and his consciousness penetrated the world.

…

Zhongzhou, Holy Academy.

In the main hall of Wentang, the longevity tablet belonging to Ruxian suddenly bloomed with brilliance.

Not long after, a slightly illusory figure in a green shirt strolled out.

Everyone who was reading in the literary hall was startled when they saw the visitor, and then bowed with fervent respect.

"Let's meet Mr. Li."

Li Qingchen smiled and nodded when he heard this, then glanced outside the academy and spoke softly,

"Serve tea and welcome guests."

Although no guests were seen, the Confucian scholars did not dare to be careless. They quickly made tea and stood by the door with hands tied, waiting for the guests to arrive.

Just a moment later, there was a burst of noise outside the college.

Then he saw an old man with white hair and bright eyes striding over.

"Hmph! You'll be back soon."

Seeing Li Qingchen, Wei Cang didn't look good at all and went straight to his seat to sit down.

Li Qingchen was not angry when he saw this, he knew that his senior brother had a grudge against him.

"Senior brother, the deadline has just expired and you are urging me to come. Are you in such a hurry?"

Li Qingchen smiled lightly and poured Wei Cang a cup of tea himself.

"Urgent? Of course I'm anxious!"

After looking at Li Qingchen for a long time, Wei Cang slowly said, "I have waited long enough to win you."

"From a head full of black hair to pale hair, from a young and passionate boy to a sluggish old man!"

"How long do you want me to wait? How long can I wait?"

Wei Cang smiled, "I know beating you once won't prove anything."

"But at least when I meet the old man after my death, I can say something proudly!"

"I won too!"

Winning, this is Wei Cang's obsession and his resistance to his father's unfair treatment.

His voice was calm, but Li Qingchen's ears were full of hysteria.

He was silent for a long time, not knowing how to respond.

If it were really a simple victory, he would have had countless opportunities over the years to help Wei Cang.

But no!

This was the only instruction his master gave him before he died.

Wei Cang can't win, he can only lose. Only through constant failure can he achieve great success!

In other words, the truly terrifying inheritance of the Wei family can only reach its peak level after being suppressed to the extreme.

"Senior brother, you will understand when the day you truly achieve enlightenment."

"In the eyes of the master, you are the best."

Li Qingchen sighed in his heart and suppressed the tumbling emotions in his heart.

He looked at his gray-haired senior brother, tough-heartedly, and said:

"Senior brother, since I promised the Wenbi competition, I will not break my promise, but the place for the competition must not be in Zhongzhou, but in the Southern Territory."

"At the same time, during the competition, no one is allowed to reveal their identity and cultivation level, and they must all act as ordinary people."

Now that the two-year period has arrived, Changqing is about to enter cultivation.

Of course, he couldn't let the Su family's hard work go to waste just because of a simple competition.

Weicang waved his hand after hearing this. Although he was curious, he didn't ask any more questions and said bluntly:

"As long as you arrive on time, none of this is a problem."

"Today I will invite the great scholar 'Mo Lan' and the great scholar 'Yixian' to be witnesses."

Seeing that the discussion was almost over, Wei Cang stood up and planned to invite someone.

At this time, Li Qingchen stopped Wei Cang, "Senior brother, there is no need to alarm outsiders about our own family affairs, right?"

"Winning or losing, won't it be good if you and I can figure it out then?"

Mo Lan and Yixian may not be very strong in cultivation, but their status in Confucianism and Taoism is extremely high.

Even before Li Qingchen became famous, they were two seniors with high respect for Confucianism and morality.

Li Qingchen's intention in stopping Wei Cang was very simple. It was just a simple competition and he would not cause trouble to others.

Secondly, I was also afraid that Wei Cang's defeat would be too ugly and people would laugh at him if the news spread.

After all, Changqing and Lingsi are not opponents of the same level at all.

"What happened to my family? No matter what happens, we must be fair!"

Wei Cang looked at Li Qingchen and said seriously:

"I know you have little chance of winning this time, so I want to save some face."

"But defeat is not necessarily a bad thing sometimes."

"Although I will definitely win this time, even if I lose, I will still not be defeated, I will only become stronger!"

After saying this, Wei Cang turned around and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Li Qingchen looked at Wei Cang leaving, pondering what he just said, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

"My brother, the road is about to be completed."

…

Zhongzhou City.

After Wei Cang left the Holy Academy, he went straight to invite two great scholars and went all the way to White Deer Academy.

Mo Lan and Yixian, two great Confucian scholars, were very interested in this literary competition even though they were gray-haired and older.

After all, both parties in this competition are famous figures in Confucianism and Taoism, and they also want to see the outcome.

Therefore, they left happily without Wei Cang saying anything.

On the way, Mo Lan asked with a smile: "I saw the head of the guard court smiling all the way. It seems that he is very confident in this literary competition?"

"Hahaha, although my apprentice started late, he has some talent. It shouldn't be difficult to win this competition."

Hearing the inquiry, Wei Cang couldn't help but laugh twice, with a smile that couldn't be hidden on his face.

He felt that this competition with Li Qingchen was the closest he had ever come to winning!

For a while, he felt quite high-spirited as a young man.

After all, that was the person who had suppressed him all his life, how could he not be excited?

"Oh? Where does the confidence of the head of the Guard come from?"

"That is Qingchen's disciple. Although he started a little late, he is not an ordinary person."

The scholar Yixian on the side asked curiously.

"Haha, confidence certainly comes from strength."

When Wei Cang heard this, he praised without hesitation: "Lingsi has been practicing Confucianism and Taoism since he was a child, and he is very talented in literature and art. Now he has mastered the word "skill" in piano and chess!"

“Calligraphy and painting, I have entered the ‘artistic’ realm for the first time not long ago!”

"Two seniors, do you think my confidence is fake?"

When Mo Lan and Yixian heard this, they couldn't help but express admiration:

"You can clearly understand the 'intention' realm at this grade level, and there are two kinds of it! It's hard for my peers to compare with me, but I can be called a genius!"

"Qingchen's disciples didn't have much reputation in the past, and they only taught for two years. I'm afraid it will be difficult to win this time."

In Confucianism and Taoism, those who can clearly understand "meaning" are great people.

Thinking about Lingsi's current age, even the two great scholars couldn't fault him at all. To say that he is a genius is not an exaggeration.

"Hahaha."

Hearing the compliments from the two great scholars, the smile on Wei Cang's face grew wider.

"Actually, the strongest spiritual thing is not playing chess, calligraphy and painting, but writing poetry!"

"I overheard her poems once, and even I felt inferior to them."

The two great scholars' eyes lit up when they heard this.

Wei Cang is also the leader of the academy. He is a great master of Confucianism and Taoism. His poetry can even make Wei Cang feel inferior to him. How amazing is that?

The great scholar Mo Lan couldn't help but said: "Head of the Guards Academy, can you listen to the music and appreciate it?"

Wei Cang smiled when he heard this and said, "I only heard the first two sentences, and I didn't ask about the whole thing."

"That poem should have been prepared by Lingsi in advance for the literary competition."

As he spoke, he coughed twice and said slowly:

"It's hard to see each other, but it's also hard to say goodbye. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworms will die when their threads are gone. The wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up."

When he finished speaking, he chuckled and said, "I heard half of this poem, and I have to ask my disciple the rest."

Although the two great scholars, Mo Lan and Yixian, only heard half of the poem, they still looked shocked and did not regain their senses for a long time.

After hearing Wei Cang's words, Yixian immediately asserted,

"Half a section of this poem is enough to be called a quatrain! There is no one who can compare with my peers!"

"The disciple will definitely win this competition!"

After receiving the affirmation from the two great scholars, Wei Cang laughed even louder.

At this time, he was full of confidence!