From Leng Palace Princess Gou Cheng Martial Dao Supreme

Chapter 162 Natural Selection, Survival of the Fittest (Subscribe)
After the lectures, there is discussion.

These steps have naturally gone through many rehearsals before the conference was held.

Although the time seems a little rushed, it is impossible to go wrong.

……

at the same time.

The news related to this literary meeting also spread rapidly in the imperial city.

In the teahouse, people seldom gather together, listening to the storyteller's description of Haishan's lectures in the Daxia Academy.

"By the way, although that Haishan was born in the northern wilderness, when he was born, the Wenqu star in the sky trembled and was on the verge of falling, as if it could fall from the sky at any time!"

This storyteller is thin and small, with a broad forehead and a little mouse look on his face.

When talking, dancing and dancing, very devoted.

He embellished how Haishan gave lectures in the Daxia Academy, and how he argued, several great scholars were speechless.

It was as if he had seen these things with his own eyes.

This is of course impossible.

No one can see the process of the debate between Haishan and the Great Confucianists in Daxia Academy.

As for the lectures in the Great Xia Academy, what was explained in detail was also passed on from the mouths of those students.

at last.

Some people really couldn't bear the storyteller's praise of foreigners and belittling of Da Xia, so he threw the tea bowl on the table heavily.

"boom!"

The sound of porcelain breaking was startling.

The middle-aged man who was wearing a short shirt and showing a large area of ​​greasy skin stood up, stretched out his stubby fingers, pointed at him and cursed:
"You storyteller, you might as well recognize that foreigner as your ancestor, and praise him like a Wenqu star descending to earth!"

"Yes, you are admitting a thief as your father!"

The emotions of the people are simple and unadorned.

Originally, my heart was full of anger, but now that someone took the lead, they all stood up and booed.

The storyteller seemed to be taken aback, but he was not reconciled.

"boom!"

He slammed on the board, and said loudly, "But if the barbarian leader didn't come down to earth as Wenquxing, how could a group of great Confucians who can argue be convinced, so many students in the Great Xia Academy admire him!"

This is a fact.

The chaotic teahouse gradually quieted down.

Everyone died down, but the storyteller had a smug smile on his face.

As if by belittling others, you can be superior to others.

"Is it true that no one in our Great Xia can compete with that foreign race in terms of learning?"

In the crowd, a voice of unwillingness came out.

"I think there is..."

The one who spoke was a child of twelve or thirteen years old, with red lips and white teeth, and a bun-like bun, very cute.

"Go, go, what do children know, don't talk nonsense!"

Seeing that it was a child who spoke, the people who were expecting something were immediately disappointed.

They turned their heads and looked elsewhere.

At this time, the boy didn't panic, but chanted in a childish voice: "The tide of the spring river connects with the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises together with the tide!"

"Yes!"

The eyes of the people lit up.

They all thought of that day, at the top of the Buddhist scripture pavilion tower, that peerless white figure, who was as infinitely beautiful as a fairy in the dust.

"Humph!"

The storyteller seemed a little unhappy, he snorted coldly: "A sage is strong, but don't forget..."

That's half the story.

The rest was held back in his stomach, he turned around, and saw two people in the corner of the teahouse looking at him coldly.

That gaze seemed to be looking at a dead person, and he collapsed to the ground in fright.

At this moment.

He just remembered that in this imperial city, the saints are always in private, and can only praise taboos that cannot be slandered.

Her majesty even far surpasses the secular imperial power.

……

By evening.

In a study room on the innermost floor of the upper study room.

The young eunuch pushed open the door, bowed his head, and walked cautiously from outside the door with hasty steps.

He bowed and handed over a dossier.

But Jiang Heng didn't take over as usual.

The little eunuch didn't dare to move, and bowed for a full quarter of an hour. He couldn't take it anymore, so he raised his waist slightly, and said softly, "Your Majesty..."

"Ok!"

Jiang Heng woke up with a start and raised his head abruptly.

The little eunuch was taken aback.

Seeing Jiang Heng's pale face, disheveled hair, bloodshot eyes in those deep eyes, his body seemed to be trembling slightly.

Although he looks young, in fact, he has served Jiang Heng for two or three years.

In these years, the emperor's majesty, Yuanting, and Yuezhi were unfathomable. He had never seen His Majesty so groggy.

"boom!"

The little eunuch hurriedly knelt down on the ground.

While kowtowing, he said loudly: "Damn the slave, damn the slave!"

"You did the right thing...what's your fault?"

Jiang Heng seemed very tired. He reached out and rubbed his eyes, and waved his hand lightly, "Get up."

The little eunuch breathed a sigh of relief.

He only felt that he had recovered a small life, so he hurriedly presented the secret letter in his hand.

"This is from the Great Xia Academy."

"Oh?"

Jiang Heng showed interest on his face, and finally opened the secret letter.

He looked at it for a while, and then a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

Agriculture, animal husbandry, scriptures, astrology, art of war... In the Wenhui, Haishan debated these aspects of knowledge with the great Confucians, and each had a winner or loser.

It is said that there is a victory and defeat for each other, but in fact, Daxia Academy has already lost.

After all, Haishan is just one person, but there are a group of people in Daxia Academy.

Looking at the thick book with fresh ink on the desk case, Jiang Heng fell into deep thought.

These books were taken from the Sutra Pavilion today.

Unable to bear the curiosity in his heart, Jiang Heng took it in his hand and tried to choose a few books first, and opened them to read one or two.

However, I never thought that opening these books is like opening a taboo door.

The scene described above is incredible.

The iron bird that can fly in the sky without relying on the vitality formation, the giant dragon that lurks in the deep sea, the light and flame that can destroy the world... These items that make people feel vast and magical, but they have other meanings in the book. The simple reason why each can work.

This book, the first half of the volume, made Jiang Heng feel yearning.

But the second half volume made him feel like falling into an abyss, and he even had an urge to tear up the book and burn it.

Freedom, equality, rule of law... These thoughts undoubtedly fundamentally negate the foundation of imperial power.

But when he calmed down.

Jiang Heng couldn't help thinking seriously again, after going through so many things, is the foundation of Daxia's rule of the thirteen states and a vast territory of millions of miles, is the imperial power?

Obviously not.

After figuring this out, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He closed the scroll in his hand, picked out a volume, and handed it to the little eunuch beside him.

"Bring this book to the literary society and say it was written by a saint!"

……

Daxia Academy.

The essay meeting has come to an end.

Haishan stood on the podium in the middle of the square, his blue pupils were deeply tired.

The effect of this literary meeting was better than he imagined.

Naturally, it is impossible for him to surpass these great Confucianists present in all aspects, but as long as he can achieve results in the areas he is good at and make the students present agree with his thoughts, then his goal has been achieved.

The sky is dim.

It was evening, and it was almost time for dinner.

A little impatience had already appeared on the faces of the princes present. What they wanted to see here was that the barbarian was speechless as the Great Confucian of the Great Xia Academy argued.

But I didn't expect... what I saw was the barbarian showing his might.

It's really frustrating.

Some dignitaries born as military attaches have begun to curse in their seats.

And those great Confucianists with white hair and white beards mostly showed a lost expression on their faces.

Poor all his life.

At the end of my life, I realized that my direction of learning was wrong from the beginning.

This is a huge blow to any scholar with lofty ideals.

"clang!"

The melodious bell rang, announcing the end of the literary meeting.

A civil servant in a scarlet robe came out from the backstage, stood in the middle of the square, and looked around.

"The time has come, the essay meeting is over, I announce...wait a minute!"

Another voice came from outside the square.

Everyone looked at it one after another, with a little displeasure on the civil servant's face.

When he saw that the person who came was the little father-in-law next to Henghuang, the civil servant who played the guest role quickly put a smile on his face.

He bowed to the end, appearing very respectful.

"I don't know why my lord is here?"

"According to His Majesty's will, this book is bestowed, and you can circulate it freely, but it must not be damaged!"

Say it.

The little eunuch put down the whisk in his hand, and carefully took out a brand new book from his cuff.

The civil servant bowed his waist and took it with both hands.

Then he turned and handed it to Haishan, the barbarian leader beside him.

The sudden accident surprised everyone.

In the pergola around the square, someone had already stood up from the seat, ready to leave at any time.

But I heard that it was a scroll given by Henghuang.

Unable to bear the curiosity in their hearts, they all sat back to their original positions and raised their heads one by one, trying to figure out what kind of book it was that could make today's Holy Majesty pay so much attention to it.

Haishan put down the teacup in his hand.

Carefully hold the scroll in your hand.

There was no name on the cover of the book, which made him feel a little strange.

But on the title page, a line of flamboyant characters made him feel a majestic atmosphere rushing toward his face.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest!
Cruel but full of philosophy, just one sentence made him hold his breath, let go of all the slack in his heart, and read carefully.

The more he looked, the more shocked he became.

It's like standing on the desolate Gobi when I was a child, looking up at the bright starry sky.

Unimaginably magnificent.

His lips turned white at first, then his whole body trembled, and cold sweat ran down his back.

He could no longer distinguish what was in his mind at the moment, fear, shock, joy... or a mixture of many different emotions.

In the end, there was only one idea left.

Desperately remember it, understand it, learn it!

More and more inspirations appeared in his mind, like a sea of ​​fireworks, only a small flame was needed to illuminate the entire night sky.

However, unfortunately.

Here, the content of the book comes to an abrupt end.

The spurt of inspiration was abruptly interrupted, Haishan felt his head go blank, his eyes turned black, and he threw his head up and passed out.

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