Chapter 113: Wind and Snow Cover the Sky
n a gathering like the Yellow River Conference, it was destined that she wouldn't be able to go very far.And Qi Guo's prodigy Jiang Wang, with just a smile, frightened his opponent so badly that he su...What can I say, this is simply amazing! We recommend you bookmark it () so you can easily read more later.
"You call this debating!"
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As Jiang Wang turned his head back from atop his horse, he saw a young scholar with big and small eyes.
This man walked over from the golden distance, dressed in a scholar's robe and carrying a book bag, looking very much like a traveling student. He was frowning intently as he looked at him.
Li Gui meeting Li Kui was indeed quite awkward.
Fortunately, Jiang Wang was wearing a cloak, so no one could see his face. He snorted coldly and rode away proudly, showing that he didn't want to argue with this person.
"Hey!" The man darted forward, blocking the horse's path. "Don't go yet, you weren't quite done showing off by teasing that little girl, were you You said you wanted to debate, so let's have at it!"
He smirked: "But first, I'll have to teach you what a debate is!"
Jiang Wang thought to himself that he hadn't really been teasing the little girl. He was genuinely trying to "debate" with her, but she had a sense of justice that was a bit too strong. So he let her go on.
He said nothing more, continued to urge his horse forward, and turned away.
This scholar's figure flickered, he once again blocked the horse's path, with a half-smile and half-frown: "We scholars, when we go out, should not fear sparring. Why do you insist on leaving I wonder which academy you came from Which great Confucian did you study under Which classic text are you studying"
What's canonical and what isn't, I can't understand.
Jiang Wang was incredibly annoyed and blurted out, "I'm from Qingya Academy, is that enough I don't have time to argue with you today, let's just part ways!"
“Well, what a coincidence!” said the scholar with an air of pride. “I am Zongwen from below. I am a disciple of Qingya Academy! Perhaps you could take off your cloak so that my brothers and I can get to know you better”
He emphasized "師兄弟," clearly believing that Jiang Wang was the treacherous person who had tarnished the reputation of Confucian disciples, and reached out to lift his cloak.
Jiang Wang reined in his horse and took a few steps back: “Fellow Daoist, let’s just talk. No need for any physical altercations!”
"Ha! You're a fellow cultivator again At the very least, call me Brother, that's how it should be." Fang Zongwen aggressively advanced: "Refusing to take off your cloak, are you ashamed of yourself What kind of demon or monster are you, pretending to be a disciple of the Confucian school!"
Jiang Wang said he wasn't afraid and began to roll up his sleeves: "You really want to debate with me"
“Oh, what’s the matter” Fang Zongwen also followed suit with a confident swagger, rolling up his sleeves as he sneered. “Can’t win an argument so you want to resort to violence Guilty conscience getting the better of you Do you even know what the Six Arts of a Gentleman are… ah!”
As they were talking, a punch landed on his right eye.
Then comes the left eye.
When my vision went black, and another punch landed on my stomach, I arched my back onto the ground, as if the entire world was bending. Then a hook to the chin straightened everything out again...
Here comes a burst of crackling sounds.
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Fang Zongwen lay on the grass with a bruised nose and swollen face, staring blankly at the sky. His schoolbag was completely ripped apart, books scattered all over the place.
There was also a book called Chunqiu Fanlu there, the very one Jiang Wang hadn't been able to buy. He picked it up casually.
"Brother, the debate was won by your senior brother. I guess you have nothing more to say. Senior brother will lend you a book; return it to me when you're finished."
These printed classics are readily available and don't involve any esoteric knowledge or hold significant value.
Fang Zongwen said nothing, seeming to have acquiesced.
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Jiang Wang nodded in satisfaction, leaped onto his horse, and rode east.
He didn't hit hard. The other party looked miserable, but they were just skin injuries. They would be back to their old selves in a while. Now they are lying there refusing to get up, purely because of their pride.
Returning the book is also easy. Since this Fang Zongwen is also a disciple of Qingya Academy, returning it to Xu Xiangqian would be simple.
Read books, ride horses, beat people.
Life is truly joyful!
Known as the "Mirror of the Gods," Ten no Kagami is the heart of the entire eastern grassland. The royal court of the Paekche Kingdom lies beside Ten no Kagami.
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Jiang Wang set off from the Xiayue Bamboo Forest. The first place he entered was the southwest of the grassland, so at this time he had to head east.
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Speaking of which, the war between the two nations of Musk and Sheng seemed to have no effect on the grasslands at all. The lives of the herdsmen remained peaceful. In a way, this also reflected the disparity in national power between the two countries of Musk and Sheng.
Perhaps it will only be when the Kingdom of Jing truly sends troops that this boundless prairie will feel any tension.
... how many troops Jing could deploy to Sheng, and Qi's stance was crucial as well...
Jiang Wang cast these thoughts aside and continued to rush forward.
Along the way, I also passed by the home of that girl with freckles. It was a large felt yurt. In this tribe, it was also quite noticeable, indicating that her family was relatively well-off and considered one of the best in the tribe.
At that time, a shepherd girl was brushing her horse in front of the felt house. Looking at this galloping chestnut steed, her eyes were filled with longing.
However, since the "deal" had failed earlier, she didn't say anything more at this moment.
There is no longer any thought of gathering people to plunder, although many young and middle-aged men are at home now, which could serve as a lesson...
People from the grasslands are straightforward in their personalities. They will speak up if they like something and state what they want directly. However, people from the grasslands also have their own set of customs and rules.
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It was the bandits who plundered wantonly, not the children of the Cang Tu God.
The feeling of galloping on the prairie is incredibly exhilarating.
A vast expanse of blue sky, everything is golden, and my mood brightens with it.
Jiang Wangzheng was just calculating what to do after meeting Zhao Rucheng and Deng Shu, a smile on his face. Suddenly, his vision darkened, and the entire sky grew dark!
Suddenly, frost clouds gathered overhead, and in the next instant, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
The temperature dropped sharply.
At the same time, a roar that shook heaven and earth echoed through the air.
In the distance, a vast expanse of white stretches as far as the eye can see. One can barely make out one's fingers when reaching out. The snowflakes are whipped into a frenzy by the howling wind.
White fur wind!
“White snowstorm” refers to a strong blizzard that occurs in winter, with heavy winds and swirling snow covering the sky and ground.
Drought is one of the most feared disasters for pastoralists.
But now it's autumn, how could there be white hair wind
And this snow fell so suddenly, and the wind blew so abruptly!
The stallion beneath, with fiery red hips, trembled violently. Just moments ago, his mane bristled and he was proud and strong, but now he knelt on the ground, humbled by the might of heaven and earth.
Jiang Wang grabbed it and, turning around, shot away quickly.
Such a large-scale white fur wind storm suddenly appearing must have a reason behind it.
On the grassland, there are always strong ones. Jiang Wang, who was hiding his identity, didn't want to cause any trouble either.
But the small tribe I just passed, with no extraordinary power, obviously couldn't withstand such a sudden white snowstorm.
When he had the capacity, he couldn't just ignore it.
Wuyan Lanzhu is the eldest daughter of the chieftain of the Chaha tribe, and their branch belongs to the Huhuerlian tribe.
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The Tu tribe, who continue to climb higher in status, are the most noble of all pureblood tribes on the grassland.
She was brushing the horse nicely. After brushing the horse, she was still going to feed the cows.
These are all her cattle, her horses, her dowry. She must take good care of them.
But suddenly, the sky darkened and the world turned white!
How could she not know it was the White-Haired Wind that had come!
White Mao Feng only appears in winter. In her memory, this was the first time she appeared in autumn, and she had no defense at all.
Moreover, before the White-Haired Wind arrived in the past, most cultivators in the Supreme Court would receive notice beforehand. This way, they could also arrange their cattle and sheep properly.
Wu Yan Lan Zhu stood before the felt tent, motionless, her heart cold as ice.
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The cattle are gone, the sheep are gone, the dowry is gone, and the tribe is gone!
In the midst of extreme fear and helplessness, she suddenly saw a figure holding a crimson horse descend from the sky, blocking the raging snowstorm!
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People were actually propping up a horse.
He was that eccentric, bookish man.
At this moment, upon seeing him, he simply sent the chestnut steed back with a flick of his hand. With one outstretched palm, he halted the raging wind and snow!en cold wouldn't be able to describe it.Let me know if you'd like me to translate anything else!He seemed to be stating something self-evident, yet it also struck a particularly deep chord.This person...