Qiankun Storyteller

Chapter 197 Witness
"you!!!"

"I!!!"

"Cough cough!!!"

"Brother Wang!!!"

A few words, like a heavy hammer, hit everyone's hearts heavily. A scholar who was not in good health turned pale, covering his chest with one hand, and pointing at the scholar with the other. You have to hold your breath.

This is the evil result of not being cultivated.

Literary and Dao practice is different from others. In the early stage, there is no cultivator's power to transcend the ordinary and become holy. Only when the realm is successful in the later stage can he speak the law and write with spirit.

This is the benefit of the later stage, but the price is that in the early stage, there is no extraordinary power to become a saint, just like a mortal, weak and weak.

Therefore, in the early stage, literary and Taoist monks will more or less practice some methods of strengthening the body, or simply practice both civil and martial arts. In the later stage, depending on the situation, they will abandon literature and focus on martial arts, and abandon martial arts and specialize in literature. This kind of practice is prevalent in Confucianism.

But not everyone has this condition, and not all literati come from rich and famous families.

Among the scholars here today, there are quite a few who were born in poor families, or even poor families who are not even counted as shabby and settled. They can only be poor scholars with no power to restrain their chickens.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many literati who would fall out of Huangtian Tower after being angry by Su Wensheng.

Their health is really bad.

Nowadays, the scholar's words are more exciting than Su Wen's storytelling metaphor, sarcasm and sarcasm.

It's a blatant personal attack.

Heartbreaking words, real heartbreaking words!

In this way, it's no wonder that the scholar surnamed Wang couldn't bear it, and his words made him panic and pale.

"you!!!"

"I!!!"

"Well!!!"

I saw him pointing at the scholar with one hand and covering his heart with the other, but he couldn't utter the words in his mouth. In the end, he rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Brother Wang!"

"Brother Wang!"

Seeing this, several scholars around him hurriedly supported him, and looked at the scholar who stood with his hands behind his back in shock and anger.

"Who the hell are you!"

"What's the relationship with that traitor!?"

"To justify his sophistry!"

"Brother Wang has always been weak, but you actually made such a heartbreaking remark!"

A group of scholars were frightened and angry, questioning repeatedly, Zhou Baifu in the middle was also face sinking like water.

The scholar was not afraid at all, he put his hands behind his back, and looked at everyone coldly: "This brother is outraged, which shows that he still has a bit of shame, knows what is right, what is evil, what is black, what is white, and knows what is wrong." How despicable it is to act like this!"

"you……"

"It's not like you wait!"

All the scholars wanted to reply, but they were interrupted by the scholar: "I don't distinguish between right and wrong, I don't know good and evil, I turn black and white, I work for tigers, I have no sense of shame, and I dare to chatter here. If I were like you, I would have long ago I will die to thank the world!"

"you!!!"

"I!!!"

"Cough cough!!!"

The voice was like thunder, and the voice was like a sword, piercing into the hearts of everyone. A few uncultivated and frail scholars couldn't stand it, their faces were pale, and they retreated several steps. They couldn't help pointing at the scholar with trembling fingers. I can't even utter a word.

"enough!"

In the end, it was Zhou Baifu, the true disciple of Xuehaijianlou, who stood up, suppressed the scene, and stared at the scholar coldly: "Who are you!?"

"A man of righteousness!"

The scholar stood with his hands behind his back, calmly, without the slightest fear of this acquired talent, a Confucianist cultivator who was a true master of the sword tower.

"Speak out of righteousness?"

"It's ridiculous!"

After all, he is the true disciple of Xuehai Jianlou. Although Zhou Baifu couldn't suppress the scholar's words, he would not be intimidated by his words, and replied coldly: "Your judgments are all made by you alone, without evidence or evidence. , Framed, framed, and made such slanderous words, I think you are the real despicable deeds, and your heart is to be punished, say, who are you!"

The sword of words, as majestic as a mountain, presses down on the person in front of him.

The Confucian school practiced the law with awe-inspiring righteousness!
This qi is born from the heart, rises from the gods, and is sent to all things in the world, the country, the country, the common people, the culture and Taoism...

It's a practice of mind and spirit!

Self is the most important thing!
If you are a great Confucianist with great morality and righteousness, if you drink it out, you can even break the innate supernatural powers, and there is nowhere to hide from demons and gods.

Although Zhou Baifu didn't think that the person in front of him was a monster, and he didn't think any monster would dare to come to Ningzhou Mansion to stir up trouble at this time, but he also didn't think that the person in front of him was really a powerless scholar.

He wants to suppress the other party's cultivation level, and find out the other party's background!
however……

The clouds are calm and the wind is light, without waves and waves!
Majestic and upright, like a mountain, the scholar seemed to be unaware of it, his expression was calm and calm.

"Um!?"

Zhou Baifu shrank his eyes and pupils, feeling uncertain in his heart.

He is the true disciple of Xuehaijianlou, under the tutelage of the master of Xuehaijianlou, Li Qianqiu, a congenital scholar with the honorary title of "Xuehaijianjun", is by no means a mediocre person, not only has his cultivation reached the peak of the acquired state In addition, the awe-inspiring righteousness of Confucianism's true inheritance is also extraordinary. Among the students of Haiwen, Taoism and Confucianism, it is second only to his master and several uncles and uncles.

In this way, he can't shake the person in front of him at all?

How is it possible?

Could it be that he is an innate?
But how could Xiantian make such a joke with a junior like him?
Suspicion in my heart, confused thoughts.

The scholar ignored him, and said in a cold voice: "Who am I, what does it matter? Is right and wrong based on identity?"

"you……!"

Zhou Baifu's words faltered, and then he felt that he had lost his composure, hurriedly restrained himself, and tried to stay calm: "What a eloquent, witty and sophistry person, okay, I won't pursue your origins, what's your intentions, just talk to you Talk about words!"

After all, Zhou Baifu didn't care about the scholar's reaction, and said bluntly, "Is there any evidence for your words?"

The scholar smiled: "All eyes are witnesses!"

Zhou Baifu said coldly: "All witnesses are witnesses. How can you say that yours is true and others are false?"

The scholar smiled: "True is true, false is false!"

"Yes, true is true, false is false!"

Zhou Baifu said in a cold voice: "Justice is in the hearts of the people, true and false can be clearly seen!"

The scholar's expression remained the same: "Three people become tigers, it may not be a public, but forming a party for private interests, how can we see clearly?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

The two argued, and everyone was silent, not knowing how to evaluate.

Because it's really bad.

How can we make a clear argument without evidence or evidence?

Both sides insist on their own words, you say he is fake, he says you are not true, it is impossible to tell the result.

"Hahaha!"

At this moment, with a chuckle, he entered the arena.

"Ok?"

Everyone turned their heads and followed the prestige, only to see the Laoshan Taoist priest with white beard and hair and a slim figure, standing under the peach blossom tree, looking at them with a smile, and said: "You two, each insisting on your own words, how can you argue like this? Can you tell the result?"

"This……"

Seeing the Laoshan Taoist make a sound, Zhou Baifu became even more suspicious, but he didn't dare to act rashly, so he could only say: "What is the Taoist priest's opinion?"

"Hahaha!"

Laoshan Taoist smiled: "If it is true or not, you will know it after seeing it. Everyone, would you like to follow the old Taoist to have a look?"

"This……"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, completely ignorant of what Laoshan Taoist meant.

Look, what are you looking at?
Watch, how to watch?
Everyone was puzzled, Zhou Baifu was also surprised: "The Taoist priest means..."

"No need to say much."

Laoshan Taoist shook his head, raised his hand and pointed to the peach blossom tree nearby, and said with a chuckle, "Look at this peach blossom."

(End of this chapter)