On the border of Yangzhai, the rain was pouring down.
Meng Ke stood on the city wall. The rainwater fell three feet above his head and automatically slid to both sides. The blue scholar's robe was not stained by any rainwater.
Not only that, the place where he stood was dry within a three-meter radius.
Meng Ke looked up at the gloomy sky and sighed slightly: "I wonder how long this storm will last?"
Xun Kuang, who happened to be on the city wall, heard this, his eyes flashed with wisdom, and he asked: "Brother, are you referring to this rain or this storm?"
Meng Ke glanced sideways at Xun Kuang and replied calmly: "Since it is wind and rain, both are included in it."
Xun Kuang walked to Meng Ke's side without hesitation and said with a hint of melancholy: "It's a pity that there are storms, and my senior fellow student can't stay out of it like he can avoid the rain."
Meng Ke looked calm and said: "Why not, my junior?"
Xun Kuang was silent for a moment and then asked: "Brother, what do you think of Lin Ze, the destined man?"
Meng Ke was slightly surprised and said: "What do you mean, junior fellow student?"
Xun Kuang said seriously: "Strength, courage, qualifications...all aspects."
Meng Ke pointed it out directly: "What I want to ask, junior, is about tomorrow's challenge, right?"
Xun Kuang smiled and said, "That's right."
Meng Ke thought for a while and replied: "In the past, we gathered the power of the three religions and a total of eleven heavenly beings besieged the Qin Emperor in the third realm. As a result, four were killed and seven were injured. Lin Ze was at his peak at this time. Compared with the former Qin Emperor whose destiny was shattered,
, worse than anything else.”
"In terms of decisiveness in killing, there are rumors that Lin Ze may be slightly inferior to Emperor Qin, but there are countless people who died at Lin Ze's hands, so it can be seen that the difference is not big."
Xun Kuang looked solemnly and asked: "According to what my senior said, tomorrow will be more bad than good."
Meng Ke shook his head slightly and said: "First, the teacher has given you and me the grace to become enlightened. This grace is better than that of parents in heaven and earth. Even if we go up mountains of swords and seas of fire, you and I have no obligation to refuse."
"Secondly, with the teacher taking care of you, you and I will be safe at best tomorrow."
Xun Kuang smiled slightly when he heard the words. Meng Ke had already made it very clear that life and death depended on one thought. If that person wanted to sacrifice them, they would be doomed tomorrow.
Xun Kuang didn't point it out and asked politely: "Brother, do you have any way to deal with Lin Ze?"
Meng Ke looked calm, shook his head slightly and said: "With the blessing of destiny, we are invincible under the realm of saints. You and I are not monsters like Zhuang Zhou who have only half stepped into the realm of saints. How can we deal with it?"
Xun Kuang refused to give up and asked: "Is it really not there?"
Meng Ke did not answer, but remained silent.
A look of despair gradually appeared on Xun Kuang's face.
Meng Ke suddenly made a point and said: "Junior, don't forget, the person you and I will challenge tomorrow is most likely Zhuang Zhou. Instead of thinking about how to deal with Lin Ze, junior, it's better to think about how to deal with Zhuang Zhou."
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Xun Kuang's eyes brightened slightly, and he admired from the bottom of his heart: "My senior fellow student has a sharp eye, which makes me admire him."
Meng Ke's expression did not change when he heard this, and he added in a low voice: "There are rumors that Lin Ze is suspicious by nature, acts cautiously, and will not take action easily unless he is sure of everything."
Xun Kuang bowed deeply and said: "If you take your senior fellow apprentice as a role model, I will benefit a lot throughout my life."
As soon as Xun Kuang finished speaking, Yan Hui hurriedly walked up to the city wall and shouted from a distance: "Brother Meng Ke, senior fellow Xun Kuang, the teacher has something to say, please return to the governor's house quickly."
Meng Ke and Xun Kuang looked at each other and said, "I'll be there soon."
When Meng Ke and Xun Kuang came to the governor's house, the Confucian sage was waiting in the lobby.
The two of them bowed and said, "Disciple is paying homage to the teacher. I wonder why the teacher called the disciple here."
The Confucian sage replied calmly: "Tomorrow you three are going to challenge Lin Ze, the contemporary destiny man. This person is extremely dangerous. Even Yunmengze Shuijun died at his hands. As a teacher, I can't help but worry about you three."
"You have been serving as my master for ten thousand years, how can I not care about you as a master?" After speaking, the Confucian sage waved his hand and cast a ray of light on the three of them.
Before the three of them could ask questions, Confucian Sage took the initiative to explain: "In order to prevent an accident like Yunmengze Shuijun from being untimely, I have left an amulet inside the three of you, which can save your lives at the critical moment.
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Meng Ke and the other two looked at each other and said in unison: "Disciple, thank you very much for your concern."
The Confucian sage waved his hand and said: "There is no need to be too polite. Let's go down and prepare for the battle tomorrow. We must not lose the reputation of Confucianism."
The three of them responded: "Disciple, I obey. Disciple, please leave."
The three of them walked out of the county governor's house. Xun Kuang felt a strange breath in his chest. He smiled at Meng Ke and said, "Teacher is quite concerned about you and me. Have you noticed, senior brother?"
Meng Ke did not laugh, but sighed secretly: "You can't escape, can you?"
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In the early morning of the second day, it rained heavily all day and all night, but it did not get lighter at all.
Meng Ke took the lead to the gate of the Western Qin camp and said loudly: "Confucian Meng Ke led two junior brothers to visit the King of Qin. I hope the King of Qin will come out to see him."
The sound echoed in the Western Qin camp. Countless Western Qin soldiers who were hiding from the rain in the camp looked toward the source of the sound.
Lin Ze, who was sitting with Zhuang Zhou drinking tea and chatting, frowned slightly and said, "Is the fall of Lord Yunmengze Shui only enough to stop him for one day? Why did the Confucians come to visit him?"
Then he said to Zhuang Zhou: "Senior brother, sit down for a while. I'll go take a look and deal with it."
After Lin Ze finished speaking, he stood up and walked outside the camp.
Zhuang Zhou quickly stopped him and said, "Junior brother, wait a minute."
Lin Ze stopped, turned around and asked, "Senior brother, is there something wrong?"
Zhuang Zhou looked anxious and said: "Junior brother, you must not come forward. The Confucianists are definitely here to challenge you. If you go out, it will be difficult to escape."
Lin Ze thought for a while and replied: "Isn't that true? Yunmengze Shuijun fell yesterday. How can Confucianism challenge him today? Are he really not afraid of death?"
Zhuang Zhou looked solemn and said: "Buddha and Uncle Tongtian came to Yangzhai yesterday. Even if you and I join forces, it is impossible to kill people in front of the three saints."
"The Confucian disciples are here, I'm afraid, they are very confident, and the purpose is to kill my junior brother's luck. Junior brother must not be fooled."
Lin Ze smiled and said: "Senior brother, you are overly worried. Do you have to agree to Confucian challenge? Junior brother just went out to check the situation. If the situation is not right, just change it."
Zhuang Zhou said firmly: "From what I see, it's better for junior brother not to go out. If junior brother wants to know what the situation is, I can go there on his behalf."
After hearing this, Lin Ze thought for a moment and chuckled: "Senior brother, I am concerned. If I push back, I would be a little ignorant. In this case, I would like to trouble you, senior brother."
"Junior brother is making tea here and waiting for senior brother to return. I hope the tea will still be warm when senior brother returns from defeating the three sages of Confucianism."
"Warming tea and retreating from Confucianism" seems to be a good idea if it can be compiled into an allusion that will be passed down through the ages.
Zhuang Zhou stood up from the cushion and said solemnly, "Junior brother, please wait a moment. I'll be back soon."