When Master Changmei saw Zhuge Chaoyang vomiting blood and passed out, he shook his head and sighed: "Wan Duzi, not only is this kid's moral heart broken, but his belief is also broken."
"It is not easy to cultivate a Taoist heart, but it is even harder to re-establish faith."
"If Master finds out, I'm afraid he will hate that little bastard. After all, Zhuge Chaoyang is his disciple."
Master Longmei glanced at Ye Qiu worriedly.
If the Master really holds a grudge against Ye Qiu, that would not be a good thing. After all, the Master is the master of Jixia Academy and a super powerful person on the Ascension to Dragon Ranking.
"Royal doctor, royal doctor..."
In the stands, Emperor Zhou saw Zhuge Chaoyang vomiting blood and falling into a coma, and quickly called the imperial doctor.
Zhuge Chaoyang is Master's disciple. If he has any shortcomings, he can't explain it to Master.
Moreover, the Emperor of the Zhou Dynasty still wanted to unify Central Continent. Even if he could not get the support of the Confucius and Jixia Academy, he could not make enemies.
Soon, a group of imperial doctors hurried to Zhuge Chaoyang's side.
"Master Kong, please give way, we want to treat your junior brother." said an imperial doctor.
"Thank you for your kindness, no need." Kong Tianxia looked at the unconscious Zhuge Chaoyang and sighed: "Let junior brother sleep, maybe he will be fine after a sleep."
"This..." A group of imperial doctors looked at the Emperor of Zhou Dynasty.
The Emperor Zhou winked, and then the doctors left.
As for those people who had been injured by Changmei Zhenren before, they all complained about the Emperor of Zhou in their hearts.
"Damn it, why didn't you call the doctor when we were injured? We treat them differently, right? Humph!"
Soon, the calamity was over.
The three holy pills returned to Ye Qiu's hands. After being bombarded by the catastrophe, the three holy pills appeared round and round, like three gems, exuding divine light.
At this time, Uncle Zhu announced the results of this competition.
"I declare that Ye Changsheng wins this elixir test."
In the audience, all the civil and military officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty applauded in unison.
Kong Tianxia did not leave. He hugged Zhuge Chaoyang and sat on the chair again, but his face had lost its expression.
Also, no one would be able to laugh when they see their junior brother change from a high-spirited person to what he is now.
"Brother Kong, I'm sorry." Ye Qiu stood on the stage and said apologetically.
He also didn't expect that the competition pill refining would have such a big blow to Zhuge Chaoyang.
Kong Tianxia glanced at Zhuge Chaoyang, who was lying unconscious in his arms, and said: "Junior brother is still too young, and he has grown up very smoothly and has never experienced any setbacks, so he cannot bear any blow."
"I believe that even if today's incident had not happened, Junior Brother would still have been hit sooner or later, because no one's life path will be smooth sailing."
"It's better to be hit now than to be hit later."
"Perhaps, what happened today is not a bad thing for junior brother."
"Perhaps through what happened today, junior brother will be more awe-stricken and less arrogant in the future, and it will also help him understand that there are people in heaven and above."
"Brother Ye, there is no need to feel guilty. I know that if you had not been merciful, junior brother would have failed even more miserably today. If junior brother can change completely through today's incident, then I would also like to thank you."
Kong Tianxia is worthy of being the eldest disciple of Jixia Academy. His mind and magnanimity are unparalleled.
However, seeing the worried look on Kong Tianxia's face, Ye Qiu still felt a little bit sorry.
"Brother Kong, I promised you last time that I would give you a poem. I have already thought about it," Ye Qiu said.
"Oh?" Kong Tianxia perked up.
Ye Qiu changed his tone and said: "However, it is not a poem, but an article."
"Really?" Kong Tianxia became even more curious and said, "Brother Ye's poetry is unparalleled, and his articles must be excellent. I feel very honored to receive an article from Brother Ye."
Those who were competing for the Prince Consort all showed contempt when they heard Ye Qiu's words.
"Yesterday I wrote poems and today I write articles. Does this Ye Changsheng really think that he is a literary star descending to earth?"
"Does he think that if he writes good poetry, he can write good articles?"
"In front of articles, poetry is just a trail."
"I want to see what articles he can write that will make people cry."
"..."
A group of people made sarcastic remarks.
Rather than saying they couldn't stand Ye Qiu, it would be better to say that they were envious and jealous.
I just hate that I am not Ye Qiu!
Ye Qiu stood on the stage and said: "Yesterday during the literary competition, I overheard someone saying that although Brother Kong is the senior disciple of Jixia Academy, his living environment is very simple."
"After I went back, I thought hard about it."
"I suddenly had an inspiration just now, and I thought of a good article. Now I give it to Brother Kong. I hope Brother Kong won't dislike it."
Instantly, the scene became quiet.
Everyone looked at Ye Qiu on the stage.
Some people have even started writing ink and pen, preparing to record Ye Qiu's articles.
Even Wei Wuxin, Qin Jiang and others, although showing disdain, all pricked up their ears.
They also wanted to see what articles Ye Qiu could write?
Ye Qiu stood on the stage, cleared his throat, and then recited in that magnetic voice:
"If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if it has immortals. If the water is not deep, it will be spiritual if it has dragons."
Suddenly, the expressions of everyone present changed.
Just a few sentences, powerful and philosophical.
Kong Tianxia's face was filled with excitement and he looked at Ye Qiu expectantly.
"This guy has some real talent." Wei Wuxin straightened his back. Even he had to admit that Ye Qiu's talent was extraordinary.
A flash of light flashed in Wang Gonggong's eyes, and he sighed in his heart, why is such a talented person not his disciple? What a pity!
Qin Jiang's eyes narrowed, and the murderous intention in his heart became stronger.
He is the most talented person in Daqian. From these few sentences, we know that Ye Qiu's article must not be simple.
as expected.
Ye Qiu continued to read:
"This is a humble house, but I am kind to my virtue. The moss marks on the steps are green, and the grass is green on the curtains."
"Talk and laugh with ru, no contacts STOMATOLOGY."
"You can tune the plain Qin and read the Golden Sutra. There is no mess of silk and bamboo, and there is no labor of writing. The Sword Saint's House in the East Wasteland, the Tingyunting Pavilion in Zhongzhou. The sage said: How can it be so ugly?"
Boom!
As Ye Qiu's words fell, everyone's hearts were shaken as if a sledgehammer had fallen.
Everyone was shocked.
This is not a good article, it is clearly a peerless article!
"Damn it, he's pretending again." Master Longmei saw everyone's shocked expressions, and his eyes turned red with envy.
Liu Yuxi's "Inscription on a Humble Room" is originally an inscription that expresses one's ambitions. It is simple, concise, and as fresh as a pure poem, full of philosophy and sentiment.
In order to adapt to the atmosphere of the cultivation world, Ye Qiu specially changed two sentences.
There once was a sword cultivator in the Eastern Wasteland. In order to pursue the way of swordsmanship, he spent many years in seclusion in a thatched cottage and finally became a saint.
As for Tingyun Pavilion, it was a pavilion where the Master lived before he founded Jixia Academy, and it was also very simple.
Ye Qiu heard these things, and he cleverly arranged them in the article.
Ye Qiu looked at Kong Tianxia in the audience and asked, "Brother Kong, are you still satisfied?"
"Satisfied." Kong Tianxia asked excitedly: "Brother Ye, does this article have a name?"
Ye Qiudao: "The Inscription on the Humble Room!"
"Inscription on a humble room, inscription on a humble room..." Kong Tianxia repeatedly muttered silently in his mouth. Suddenly, he put Zhuge Chaoyang in his arms on the ground and stood up.