Chapter 15 Sleeping in class that can't be avoided*
"Mr. Mao Sui is going to be in trouble!" Gongsun Long shook his head. The key to Zongheng is Zongheng. If you want Zongheng, you must have enough space and time to prepare.
The problem is that this is the Debate Hall. The place is so big and it happens to be covered by Mo Zhe's domain. Gui Gu's swordsmanship has no room to display at all, not to mention that Xiang Fuzi should be at a higher level than Mao Sui, unless the contemporary Hengjian is also present and combines vertical and horizontal forces.
Perhaps it is possible to break the Mohist realm of the Mohist family.
"This sword was struck for my closed disciple. Live well and he will come to find you personally in the future!" Master Xiang turned around, sheathed his sword, and walked slowly back to his seat.
No one reacted or saw Xiang Fuzi's move, but after hearing Xiang Fuzi's words, everyone looked at Mao Sui.
Mao Sui also felt a little confused. He checked himself and made sure he was not injured. Then he looked up at Xiang Fuzi with even more confusion. But when he raised his head, he saw a fist as big as a sandbag hitting his chest.
He punched out and withdrew his punch in one go. Before Mao Sui had time to react, he was punched out and bumped into Chu Nan Gong behind him. He was supported by Dong Jun's palm before he could stand still.
"Despicable!" Mao Sui cursed and vomited out a mouthful of blood. He never expected that the dignified Prime Minister would be so ignorant of martial arts and play a sneak attack. He still took action when he was preoccupied with other things. The timing was too accurate.
He didn't even have a chance to draw his sword.
"Didn't the old ghost tell you that when facing an enemy, you shouldn't believe even half of a word he says? Young people are still too immature!" Xiang Fuzi looked like a lonely master, and turned around to truly return to his own country.
He winked at Jin Yao from his position.
But Mao Sui was still vigilant, fearing that the Prime Minister would do it again. It was not until the Prime Minister actually sat down that he breathed a sigh of relief, sat back in his seat, and swallowed this secret loss.
Han Fei, Li Si and Jin Yao all saw Mr. Xiang's last look, and they all knew that Mr. Xiang was venting his anger on Jin Yao.
"I'm so envious of having such a teacher!" Han Fei said unconsciously. Because of his disciple's hostility, he was willing to sacrifice all his face and rules to help his disciple vent his anger.
Li Si also nodded consciously, who wouldn't love such a teacher?
"Are you saying that being a teacher is not as good as being a teacher?"
"Disciples don't dare!" Han Fei and Li Si immediately shrank their heads like quails, why did they forget that the teacher was there.
Jin Yao was moved to help him out because of his hostility, but then he thought again, it turns out that this is how the oral sword of Mo Bian's lineage is used, I learned it!
"Grandmaster!" All the elders of the hundreds of families became solemn. Although Xiangfuzi only threw one punch, his speed was something that only a grandmaster could achieve.
Even Gui Gu Zongheng's vertical sword Mao Sui couldn't block it. If it were them, it would probably be the same.
The most important thing is that the Mo family has profound knowledge and is the best in the world in mechanism skills. Now that there is a martial arts master in charge, anyone who wants to deal with the Mo family must weigh their own strength.
Mao Sui also knew that even if he was prepared, he might not be able to block the Grandmaster's punch, so he did not continue to provoke. Otherwise, his death would be in vain. Jixia Academy never prohibited death.
"When Mao Sui heard what the Prime Minister said, he lost." Gongsun Long Dandan commented.
Because of those words, Mao Sui put all his attention and mind on the sword, and his mind was still wandering around the world. Even if Master Xiang's attack was slower, Mao Sui would only focus on the sword borrowed by Master Xiang.
, still can’t avoid taking that punch.
"Are all the Mo family like this?" Gongsun Linglong asked curiously.
"Of course not. This is true only for real enemies. When the Mohists fight against their enemies, I won't be surprised if they use any means." Han Tan smiled. Those who survived the battlefield would not be surprised by any means.
It is the root, and Xiang Fuzi is the leader of the Mo Bian lineage who has survived all the battlefields.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]
"So, the Mo family and Guigu really have a grudge?" Gongsun Linglong grasped the key point.
"Not sure, but the Mo Bian lineage must have a big feud with Mao Sui!" Han Tan thought for a moment, Xiang Fuzi only represents the Mo Bian lineage, not the Moh family, and what Xiang Fuzi said
And the last move was obviously just to vent his anger for his disciple.
Therefore, the person who had a grudge against Mao Sui should be a certain disciple of Master Xiang, and this was just a personal grudge, and neither the Mohist family nor Gui Gu would make a big show of enmity because of this.
This is also the reason why other families did not speak up to instigate or start a fight. Regarding people's personal vendettas, remaining silent is the best choice until the specific reasons are understood.
Subsequently, hundreds of elders came to the stage to give speeches on their own theories, and the confrontation between Xiang Fuzi and Mao Sui was just a small episode.
"Isn't it said that this is a battle over nature within Confucianism? Why hasn't it started yet?" Jin Yao, who was bored, looked around and muttered.
Scholars such as Han Fei and Li Si were different. Those who came on stage were all well-known giants from hundreds of schools. Usually no one had the opportunity to listen to their sermons, so they all listened very carefully.
"In Jixia Academy, a hundred schools of thought contend. This is the charm of Jixia Academy. All scholars can learn about the doctrines of other schools here, so that they can collide with their own doctrines and create more civilized doctrines."
Han Fei replied casually, still focusing on the speeches of various giants.
Everyone knows that Jixia Academy has been in decline since the reign of King Min of Qi, and its current prosperity is just a flash in the pan. We don’t know when we will see you again, so all the scholars concentrated on listening and enjoying.
Jin Yao, who suffers from ADHD, can't sit still, but the King of Qi is there, the kings and queens are there, and all the powerful people are there, so he can't leave the table or go out.
As soon as the giant of the hundred schools began to deliver his speech, the door was blocked by the scholars who rushed over. He wanted to go out because he was too conspicuous.
So, Jin Yao could only retreat quietly, lean against a pillar and close his eyes to sleep, because he couldn't understand many of what these people said. It felt like he was back to the scene when the teacher was giving lectures in school, sleepy and sleepy.
Unconsciously he climbed up.
"You are a disciple, you are ignorant and have no skills!" The only one present who paid attention to Jin Yao was the young Gongsun Linglong. Seeing Jin Yao's performance, he became even more contemptuous. He could still sleep at such a grand event.
"Snoring~Snoring~" When Chu Nangong of the Yin Yang Family came on stage to give a speech, a thunderous snoring came from behind the pillars, which was extremely harsh in the quiet academy.
Han Fei and Li Si glanced around and saw that Jin Yao was missing. Then they looked at Jin Yao who was sleeping soundly behind the pillar. Cold sweat instantly flowed down. He was snoring on such an occasion. Not to mention anything else, but a man who lost his mind in front of the king.
The ceremony was enough for him.
What's more, there are so many giants and scholars around, but asking them to wake up Jin Yao will involve them all and become the target of everyone's talk.