The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 987 Bakong Mountain, Juwen Pavilion

Ji Zhibai raised his brows, and then a calm look appeared on his face. His official position did not exist, so the other party could not yell randomly, and his literary courage was broken, and his literary position was empty but not real. It would be even more rude for the other party to call him Jinshi or Number One Scholar. Calling you sir is the greatest courtesy.

Ji Zhibai vaguely heard this person's voice familiar, but couldn't tell who it was for a moment, so he withdrew his gaze from the full moon, looked at the car door, and said, "That's right down there."

"Student Zhao Zhen."

Ji Zhibai was stunned and suddenly said: "It turns out to be the young prince. But... I wonder what the young prince wants me to do?"

Zhao Zheng is the son of King Kang. Although he is now teaming up with the Left Prime Minister's party to deal with Fang Yun, the two factions have a rift after all. Ji Zhibai is not sure whether he needs to get close to Zhao Zheng. However, Ji Zhibai had an instinctive affection for Zhao Zhi, because this young prince had his literary courage shattered by Fang Yun.

"Can students get in the car and talk in detail? We will leave at the door of Zuo Xiang's Mansion." Zhao Ting's voice came from outside the door.

Ji Zhibai was about to get out of the car to greet him, but then he thought about it and said, "Please get in the car, little Duke."

Zhao Ting got on the car, the two of them chatted for a while and sat on both sides of the car.

The night pearl in the carriage shone brightly on their eyes. Ji Zhibai looked at the young Duke and found that he was much thinner than before and his expression was more resolute, but there was a shadow deep in his eyes.

"Mr. Ji, with my hatred for Fang Lun, you should know that I will not harm you." Zhao Zhi said.

Ji Zhibai nodded slightly but did not answer.

Zhao Zhen said: "The broken literary gallbladder is not irreparable. The literary gallbladder is broken and the human race is flourishing. In the future, the human race will become more and more powerful. The method of repairing the literary gallbladder will inevitably appear. What's more, whether in the demon world or the ancient land, there are divine objects that can be repaired. . As far as I know, most of Xun Ye’s literary works have been restored.”

Ji Zhibai said: "The Xun family is a Yasheng family. You and I are far from being comparable."

Zhao Ting smiled and said: "Brother Ji, there is no need to belittle yourself. The reason why I came here this time is to ask Brother Ji if the war of words is still there?"

Ji Zhibai's face changed slightly and he said: "Yes, it is here, but it has been weakened by half. If Wen Guo cannot recover, he will not be able to make any progress."

"That's good." Zhao Zhen said, taking out his own seal of the state, and sending in his talents to form a shield to isolate the outside world.

Ji Zhibai stared at Zhao Zhi seriously, his heart beat a little faster, he was alert, but more of an expectation.

"You are not a member of a noble family, so you don't know many things." Zhao Ting said with a smile.

Ji Zhibai nodded. Even his mentor, Zuo Xiang, had a natural flaw in this aspect. Zhao Zhen was not considered to be from a noble family, but his father was from the Jingguo royal family and was no worse than an ordinary noble family, while his mother was from a noble family. The legitimate daughter of the Jian Sheng family, what she knows and learns is far beyond comparison.

"Besides practicing in the outside world, what is the most important way for academicians and great scholars to practice?"

"Of course it's the world of saints and literature." Ji Zhibai said.

Zhao Zheng looked at Ji Zhibai and said nothing.

Ji Zhibai thought for a while and asked tentatively: "Could it be...the former residence of the saints? It is said that one-third of the former residences of the saints are exiled in the void, between various ancient lands and the Holy Yuan Continent. Every former residence will appear in this world. It’s a big event, but only aristocratic families and the world’s top geniuses are eligible to participate, and I’m not qualified at all.”

"You only know one thing but not the other, and a bumpkin like Fang Yun will certainly not understand it. Every time a new former residence of the saints appears, it will trigger a fight. If there are monsters and barbarians who encounter it in advance, the fight will be even more fierce. However, the people The Holy Residence has the Holy Power accumulated by the Saints for many years, and the first batch of people to enter will have their bodies refreshed by the Holy Power? It will be easy!"

"Really?" Ji Zhibai suddenly stretched out his hands to grab Zhao Zhi, but immediately realized that he was losing his temper and immediately let go.

Zhao Ting smiled and said, "Why else would I have been practicing self-cultivation after the accident? I was just waiting for this opportunity."

"I may not have this opportunity." Ji Zhibai said.

Zhao Ting smiled and said, "Have you ever heard of the Wuyun Literary Society?"

Ji Zhibai raised his eyebrows and said, "Remember, 'Wu Yun' and 'Dirty Cloud' are homophonic. Wu Yun Wenhui is the Wenhui of Zul Fang Yun."

"Then do you know about Bakong Mountain Juwen Pavilion?" Zhao Zhi said.

"Who doesn't know? The fragmentation of Wen Dan and Wen Palace will cause habitual headaches. It is said that after Cao Cao became a great scholar, he broke his promise and took over the Han family. This caused Wen Dan to fragment and give him headaches day and night. Even Hua Tuo was helpless. . But Bakong Mountain is very strange. As long as you live there, you can't live there. Anger will not cause pain. Therefore, a large number of scholars who had problems with Wendan Wenggong gathered in Bakong Mountain and formed the famous Juwen Pavilion to criticize the world, promote literature, and trash the world's geniuses. After all, Wendanwengong has emerged. Problem, no matter how much you yell, it won’t be more dangerous.”

Zhao Zhen said seriously: "There is already a mysterious force controlling Juwen Pavilion, waiting for the birth of the former residence, and sending a group of talented people with broken literary skills into it. As long as they are baptized by the holy power, not only will the Wendan Palace be restored, but also after the previous hardships and the public With the help of the Holy Former Residence, our strength will definitely rise to the next level!”

Many thoughts flashed through Ji Zhibai's mind, and he smiled slightly and said, "Did that mysterious power appear within a year?"

"As expected of Brother Ji, you may have guessed that the purpose of controlling Juwen Pavilion is to deal with Fang Yun! Even if Fang Yun is a genius, he is still too young and needs a lot of time to hone. And you are older than him, What is missing is not training, as long as you can be promoted, your talent will not be unstable. As long as you are baptized by the Holy Qi, you or Ji Meng will not necessarily lose to Fang Xusheng in the end. "

Ji Zhibai smiled calmly and said, "Young Duke, you are joking. I have known for a long time that I have been surpassed by Fang Yun, and the possibility of catching up with him is very small."

"Yes, relying on yourself alone, the possibility of catching up with him is very small, but what if you get the help of a mysterious power? What if Fang Yun suddenly... encounters an accident that causes his strength to decline or stagnate?" Zhao Ting said to the end, his eyes and tone were full of inexplicable malice.

Ji Zhibai suddenly remembered the appearance of his mentor Liu Shan returning from the West Sea Dragon Palace, so he whispered: "Has the West Sea Dragon Clan participated?"

Zhao Ting was stunned and lowered his voice and said: "Since Brother Ji has guessed it, I will no longer hide it. It is precisely because of the support of the West Sea Dragon Palace and other forces that I think Brother Ji and others can catch up with Fang Yun. Brother Ji, do you really want to beat Fang Yun!"

"I dream about it!" Ji Zhibai said.

"Then, let's start cooperation!" Zhao Ting said.

Ji Zhibai suddenly smiled mysteriously and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, Fang Yun will face a catastrophe in September, which will at least stagnate his cultivation for three years! I'm afraid that the young Duke may not know this?"

"This... I really don't know. Could it be... related to your teacher, the left prime minister?"

Ji Zhibai nodded.

Zhao Ting slapped his thigh and laughed, "If this is true, why should we worry about the day of revenge! After becoming a Jinshi, every step is difficult, and a little carelessness will lead to a big fall. He has been so smooth in the past, and there will definitely be problems in the future! Unless he is blessed by Wenquxing, a small setback may ruin his future!"

"Okay, I will join the new Bakong Mountain and the new Juwen Pavilion!" Ji Zhibai said.

The two held hands tightly, and Zhao Ting said, "From now on, we are no longer literary friends, but brothers! Destroy Fang Yun and step on the holy way!"

"Destroy Fang Yun and step on the holy way!"

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