On the top floor of the Star Observation Building, Jian Zheng left the Bagua Stage at some point and stared sharply at the carving knife in Xu Qian's hand.

Did you also choose him... At this moment, this "god" who has been in the capital for five hundred years and is regarded by the people of Dafeng is muttering to himself in his heart.

"Hahaha......."

Emperor Jing of the Yuan Dynasty looked up to the sky and screamed, with his hands behind his back, standing in the tallest building of Dafeng, listening to the joy of his people. This was Dafeng's victory, and it was also his victory.

Buddhism, this time, is at his feet.

"What a person who doesn't kneel down," Emperor Yuan Jing said with emotion: "How many years has it been, how many years has there been such an outstanding young hero in the capital."

"Ahhhhh..."

Ding Cai burst out with a piercing scream and stamped his feet excitedly, "You win, Huaiqing, the dog slave wins, he is mine, he is mine."

Huaiqing looked at the unconscious Xu Qian, his eyes filled with excitement, as if he was obsessed.

She is a very outstanding woman, noble and proud, even if she is the number one scholar, she is still acceptable in Huaiqing's eyes. There are countless heroes in the capital, but the only one who can really admire Princess Huaiqing is Wei Yuan.

Dean Zhao Shou is a junior worthy of respect, but not worthy of her admiration.

At this moment, Huaiqing recalled Xu Qian's various deeds. The tax and bank case had just begun, and he secretly designed to frame Zhou Li, the minister of household affairs, to completely eliminate the hidden dangers.

Later, he joined the watchmen, cut silver gongs with swords, went to jail, and was ordered to investigate the Sangbo case... he almost independently completed the investigation of the Yunzhou case, and then died in battle among four hundred rebels.

Returned to Beijing... and was ordered to investigate the case of Concubine Fu.

During this period, every now and then, there would come up a question about a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation, which greatly inspired the Dafeng scholars.

Now, on behalf of Si Tianjian, he fought with the Buddhists and used his sword twice to forcefully knock back the confidence of the people in the capital.

A discussion on the Tao saved the old monk's obsession under the bodhi tree and made the dignified second-grade Arhat suddenly realize the Mahayana Buddhism.

Then, a clear light came from the sky, and he struck down the Dharma image and destroyed the Arhat's magic weapon.

Princess Huaiqing has never seen such a brilliant man, never.

The female relatives cheered, and the civil and military officials laughed... Amid the explosive cheers, Xu Pingzhi slumped on his chair, as if his strength had been drained.

He was just a little bit away from it, but the Buddhist sect snatched him away from him.

Amidst the excited cheers and passionate shouts of the people in the capital, no one paid attention to the real owner Xu Qi'an. Xu Erlang silently walked over and carried his eldest brother on his back.

After all, I was the one who resisted everything...Xu Erlang thought to himself.

He carried Xu Qi'an on his back and walked in the direction of the watchmen, and his eyes caught a glimpse of the carving knife held tightly in Xu Qi'an's hand.

What is this? It seems to be a carving knife?

Judging from the appearance, it seems to be the "pen" used by scholars in ancient times. There was no paper at that time, and the words were written on bamboo slips. Scholars held carving knives and wrote down their talents from all over the world on bamboo slips.

Where did the carving knife come from... No one will notice it later, so I secretly get it from the elder brother! Xu Erlang is a little greedy. This kind of antique is very tempting to scholars.

Du'e Arhat stood there in despair, not because he felt sorry for the damage to the golden bowl, but because he regretted that such a Buddhist disciple who was born with wisdom could not convert to Buddhism.

"Master-uncle..."

Monk Jingchen looked at Xu Erlang's back, looked at Xu Qian on his shoulder, and said solemnly: "Almsgiver Xu is a genius bestowed upon Buddhism by God, and the founder of Mahayana Buddhism. Uncle Master must bring him back to the Western Regions."

Du'e Arhat pondered for a long time and sighed: "That's it, the fate has not come yet."

Monk Jingchen was unwilling to give in. He seemed to have thought of something, looked back at the Star Observation Tower, opened his mouth, and finally chose to remain silent.

............

The battle between Buddhism and Si Tianjian is over, but the afterglow of this wonderful event continues.

In a certain restaurant, a middle-aged man wearing a shabby blue shirt, carrying an empty wine bottle, crossed the threshold, entered the lobby on the first floor, and went straight to the counter.

"Shopkeeper, I heard that as long as I talk to you about fighting skills, you will give me a bottle of wine for free?"

The shopkeeper with a goatee smiled and nodded, "You can also talk while drinking, and the store will give you a plate of peanuts as a gift."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment. He originally wanted to take the wine home to drink, but the shopkeeper gave him too much, so he said: "Okay, then drink here. Quick, get the peanuts."

The shopkeeper waved to the waiter and served a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts to the middle-aged man in a shabby blue shirt.

The middle-aged man in blue shirt took a sip of wine, picked up two peanuts and threw them into his mouth, and said slowly:

"The Buddhist Arhat threw the golden bowl on the ground. Suddenly the wind and clouds changed color, thunder intertwined, and the sky turned into a Buddhist realm. There are four levels in this Buddhist realm. The first level is called the Eight Suffering Formation. This formation is amazing. It is said that it is

Used by eminent Buddhist monks to sharpen their Buddhist minds...

"This second level is called the Vajra Formation. Shopkeeper, do you know who the Vajra in charge is?"

The middle-aged man looked down at the shopkeeper.

"Isn't he that little monk from Nancheng?" the waiter sneered.

"That's right, he's just a little monk." The drinkers at the next table agreed.

"You all know..." The middle-aged man in blue shirt was stunned.

"Why don't you give us Xu Yinluo and cut him off with a single blow? The invincible King Kong is just a paper tiger, bah." The drinker who spoke had a look full of pride from the people in the capital.

A day ago, when the little monk Jingsi was mentioned, they gritted their teeth and said, "There are so many masters in Dafeng, how can it be that even a little monk can't solve it?"

Incompetent and furious.

But now, when the little Vajra monk is mentioned, even the common people in the city straighten their chests proudly and sneer disdainfully: Nothing more than that.

These are the face Xu Qi'an gained bit by bit and the confidence he rebuilt bit by bit in the process of fighting.

The middle-aged man in blue shirt looked at the shopkeeper in astonishment: "You already knew this, so why do you still make this rule?"

"Different people see different things. It's up to you to check for the gaps and fill them up." The shopkeeper said with a smile: "I was guarding the restaurant today and couldn't watch the fight. It's a great regret in life.

"You can only savor it over and over again afterwards and drink some wine, and then the regret will become a happy event."

The middle-aged man in blue shirt nodded and continued: "...Xu Yinluo came out and wrote a poem step by step..."

"Wait a minute." The shopkeeper suddenly stopped and said, "The sky is the shore at the end of the sea, and I am the pinnacle of martial arts? Are you sure there is this poem? Many people have told me about this paragraph before, but none of them said it.

"

The middle-aged man in blue shirt nodded vigorously: "Yes, there is this sentence. I read a book more than ten years ago. How can I not remember a few lines of poetry?"

"Hiss...this is strange." The shopkeeper frowned.

At this time, a person from the Jianghu community "coughed" and said in a low voice: "Shopkeeper, those who are telling you this are all Jianghu knights."

The shopkeeper asked back: "Is there a problem?"

"Hi!" People in the world waved their hands: "You ordinary people don't care, you just say what you say, but as a martial arts practitioner, who dares to say such things in front of a large audience? Either you are looking for death, or you are looking for a beating."

The shopkeeper suddenly realized that warriors like to fight fiercely, and the worst thing to do is to see someone who is arrogant. They often draw their swords at each other because the other party said a few inappropriate words. This kind of thing happens from time to time even in the capital with strict rules.

"I collected another good poem. This is Xu Shikui's poem. Quick, get me some paper and pen." The shopkeeper became excited and ordered the waiter.

............

Hanlin Academy.

The Hanlin Academy was under the cabinet and was responsible for compiling books and histories, drafting edicts, serving as readers for members of the royal family, and serving as imperial examiners.

The three most noble positions in the court are the Censor of the Imperial Palace, the Sixth Section of the Imperial Academy, and the Hanlin Academy.

In terms of status, the Hanlin Academy ranks first, because the Hanlin Academy is also called: the Prime Minister Training Base.

Dafeng's previous chief ministers all came from the Hanlin Academy. In other words, only nobles from the Hanlin Academy could join the cabinet, become a university, and even be appointed as chief ministers.

The only exception is that nobles or princes can directly bypass the Hanlin Academy and join the cabinet to assume the power of the prime minister.

However, civil servants cannot do this. If civil servants want to join the cabinet, they must enter the Hanlin Academy. And only first-class and second-class scholars can enter the Hanlin Academy.

At this moment, the eunuch on duty in Emperor Yuan Jing's palace was standing in the hall of the Hanlin Academy and scolding the nobles.

"Isn't the victory of this battle due to your majesty's meritocracy? Isn't it because the imperial court has contributed to cultivating Xu Yinluo? Look what you wrote, every one of them is from a first-class background, and you can't even write a history."

The eunuch threw the book to the ground: "Rewrite."

The faces of the nobles present changed. This was after they returned to the Hanlin Academy, they didn't even eat, and they wrote with ink and energy.

There is no doubt that today's battle will be recorded in history and passed down to future generations. But how to write it is very particular.

Any major event that enhances the country's prestige must be recorded positively in history books, symbolizing honor and glory.

The person in power, that is, Emperor Yuan Jing, wanted to take advantage of it.

Of course, when other emperors encountered such an opportunity, they would make the same choice as Emperor Yuan Jing.

A young editor said solemnly: "The people are selected by the supervisors, and Xu Yinluo contributes to the fighting. What does this have to do with your majesty? As editors of the Hanlin Academy, we are not only writing history books for the imperial court, but also for future generations.

Heirs write history."

The eunuch sneered and said with a strange tone: "It is your majesty's gift that these few can enter the Hanlin Academy. It will be a matter of time for you to enter the cabinet in the future. With the sun and moon shining, your future is boundless.

"If they make His Majesty unhappy, assign them outside, tsk tsk, this great future will be gone, not to mention the sun and moon, even the stars will be gone.

"Your Majesty means that the length of the article remains unchanged, and the details of the fighting method and the process of selecting talents are described in detail. As for Xu Yinluo's praise of virtues, he is young after all and will have many opportunities in the future.

"My lords, do you understand?"

The young editor grabbed the inkstone and threw it at the eunuch's chest. The ink stained the python robe black. The eunuch made a muffled sound and backed away.
To be continued...