Jia Yujing of Red Mansion

Chapter 77 I, Jia Qiong, am a martial artist

Jia Qiong stood aside speechlessly, secretly despising these old guys who had stolen his limelight.

Fortunately, the host was more reliable and pulled him aside and said: "Jia Xiaoyou, this Linjiangxian poem is really a wonderful poem, rare in the ages, you win this game.

I have a question, would you like to answer it? "

Jia Qiong nodded and said, "Of course, sir, please."

The host said: "I want to ask this Linjiangxian, did the little friend do it on the spot or did he have a suspicion?"

"This is a temporary work."

The host was pleasantly surprised and said, "It's really God's will."

At this time, someone in the audience shouted: "This Linjiang Immortal song has a desolate and tragic heroism, but also has an indifferent and peaceful charm. It will be famous throughout the ages, and it will be the first. We are all convinced."

But no matter how you look at this word, it should only be written by someone who has seen through the world.

Jia Tong is only fifteen years old, so please explain to us how he composed this poem. "

As soon as this statement was made, it was equivalent to questioning whether Jia Qiong's poem was plagiarized, and the scene immediately fell silent.

Needless to say, the person who said this was someone from Wuyi Academy.

"How can we allow scoundrels like you and others to slander what our club leader said on the spot? I think you are looking for a beating!"

Zhao Lingfeng was furious. He stood up and was about to take action. Song Mian and others quickly stopped him.

Students from Wuyi Academy continued to provoke.

"I have doubts in my heart, why can't I say it? How dare you say something rude!"

"That's right. If you don't have any ghosts in your heart, why are you afraid of being asked?"

"That's right, is this how Wansong Academy teaches you?"

"He is indeed a martial artist, he is really vulgar!"

Jia Qiong was furious when he heard this and shouted: "Shut up!
A warrior who opens his mouth but keeps his mouth shut. Without warriors to defend the frontier, you will die under the iron hooves of the aliens at some point.

Qin Shihuang, Han Gaozu, Tang Taizong, and Song Taizu are all warriors.

The emperor of this dynasty rose up to fight against the Yuan Dynasty, and the emperor chased him to the north.

Without those warriors, boneless literati like you would have been kneeling as slaves to the Mongols. How would there be a chance to speak nonsense here!
My Jia family has been a martial artist for generations. My ancestors followed the great ancestor with swords and spears. The emperor conquered thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. I, Jia Qiong, am a martial artist!
What are your abilities and what contributions have you made to the country? How dare you bark in front of me and bully the sword in my hand? "

Jia Qiong pressed the sword on her waist and scolded the students of Wuyi Academy condescendingly.

He had been on the battlefield and killed people. His anger was so terrifying that everyone in Wuyi Academy was frightened. They buried their heads like ostriches and did not dare to speak anymore.

Others were also shocked. They didn't expect that Jia Qiong, who seemed gentle and polite, would be so angry when he got angry.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yongchang, who had just come downstairs, walked onto the stage with a livid face.

He said with an ashen face: "If my disciples make inappropriate remarks, the academy will punish them when they return.

But what they asked just now is beyond my comprehension. I wonder if Mr. Jia can answer it? "

Jia Qiong casually cupped his hands and said, "Chief Zhao, I like reading history books, especially the Three Kingdoms.

Recently I am planning to publish a Romance of the Three Kingdoms, so I have been studying the history of the Three Kingdoms repeatedly.

After reading a lot, I naturally have some insights. I just happened to write this poem Linjiangxian today. I wonder if Zhao Shanchang is still satisfied with this answer? "

Zhao Yongchang said with a smile but not a smile: "Master Jia is indeed worthy of an immortal.

I have read history books all my life, but I am afraid that I am not as thorough as you. "

Jia Qiong said: "Oh, it seems that Master Zhao doesn't believe it anymore."

Zhao Yongchang snorted and said: "It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that I can't believe it."

Jia Qiong looked at Zhao Yongchang, as if he had turned back time and returned to the Double Ninth Festival four years ago.

At that time, a fool jumped out to trouble him, and was slapped in the face by him. It seems that he is still at home thinking about his past mistakes.

Jia Qiong cursed in her heart, old bastard, "You are seeking death."

He chuckled and said, "Mr. Zhao, how about we make a bet?"

As soon as Jia Qiong said this, all the students in Wansong Academy became excited and winked at each other.They had been classmates with Jia Qiong for almost two years, and they had already figured out a rule.

That is, Jia Qiong said that he wanted to make a bet, so he must not agree, otherwise he would lose all his pants. Unfortunately, Zhao Yongchang didn't know that.

"Oh, how do you want to bet?"

Jia Qiong pointed to the shelf of plaques behind him and said, "Chief Zhao, please choose two more plaques from these.

I, Shanchang Zhao and everyone from Wuyi Academy wrote poems together, and we only had half a cup of tea.

Let everyone judge together. If one of your poems is comparable to mine, I, Jia Qiong, will consider myself a plagiarist.

If not, everyone who participated in the cultural gathering at Wuyi Academy must bow and apologize to our Wansong Academy, and they must stay away from me when they see me in the future!
How about it, Chief Zhao, do you dare to bet? "

Jia Qiong looked at Zhao Yongchang and said secretly: What should I do with you, an old fox?

With his reputation as a little poetry fairy, he didn't believe that this old man dared to take this bet.

If Zhao Yongchang didn't dare to accept it, what dignity would Zhao Yongchang have to accuse him of plagiarism? He would definitely go back to Fujian in despair.

Even if he accepted it, Jia Qiong had so many poems in his mind that he could copy one above the standard immediately without even thinking about it.

In such a short time, he didn't believe that people from Wuyi Academy could write better than him.

If Wuyi Academy loses this round, it will be even more disgraced and will become the laughing stock of the scholarly community.

Zhao Yongchang's face turned even uglier after hearing this. He was turning blue just now, but now he is showing signs of turning darker.

He cursed loudly in his heart, saying that this arrogant and rebellious boy was really disrespectful, and this move was also destructive.

He wanted to bet but felt that there was no chance of winning. If he didn't bet, he felt that he couldn't save his face. It was a dilemma.

He secretly looked at the group of guests on the stage who were fighting for the silk cloth. If someone stood up and said something to give him a step back, he would be able to get off the donkey and save face.

It's a pity that all those people were standing there watching the show, and no one had any intention of coming out to smooth things over.

Seeing that he had not spoken for a long time, the audience started to boo, with Zhao Lingfeng and Yan Bin shouting particularly loudly.

"Bet with him, Chief Zhao, we support you!"

"If you're a man, don't be a coward..."

"What's so great about Jia Qiong? Do it with him!"

Zhao Yongchang was blocked and couldn't get off the stage, and his face turned blue and red with anger.

He looked at the question rack and saw that nearly half of the wooden cards on it had been turned over. No one could tell what questions would be drawn for the rest.

If you get a very difficult draw, you might still have a chance.

If they get an easy one, Jia Qiong's literary talent will probably be able to write a good poem immediately, so they will have absolutely no chance of winning.

When Zhao Yongchang was struggling in his heart, suddenly an idea flashed in his mind and he thought of a good idea.

At this time, Shen Yan's voice was heard: "Yu Jing, how could you make such a bet with Chief Zhao, it's just nonsense!
Chief Zhao Shan, you don’t need to take this bet seriously. "

Although Shen Yan couldn't stand Zhao Yongchang, he wished he would be embarrassed.

But Jia Qiong seemed too aggressive in doing this, and he was afraid of damaging Jia Qiong's reputation, so he came out to stop it, which also gave Zhao Yongchang a step down.

Jia hurriedly bowed and said, "Yes, student Meng Lang."

Zhao Yongchang didn't appreciate it at this time, and said with a fake smile: "Haha, now that Mr. Jia has spoken out, I, Wuyi Academy, will take over this bet.

As a gentleman says, a horse is hard to catch. "Jia Shixian" won't back down from the battle, right? "

Zhao Yongchang suddenly changed his attitude, and everyone knew that something was wrong.

Jia Qiong was also a little strange, but since he had a "plug-in", he was naturally not afraid.

He said: "Sir, since Chief Zhao has taken over the bet.

Then I can't break my promise, and I will definitely stick with you until the end. "

Seeing this, Shen Yan couldn't stop him and could only nod in agreement.

Seeing this, a group of people on the stage immediately stepped down, leaving the stage to Jia Qiong and Zhao Yongchang.

(End of this chapter)