Priest Moli, the deputy head of the Revelation Institute, explained that Prince Long Qing had caught a cold on his way from West-Hill to Chang 'an, the capital of the Tang Empire. He had been recuperating in Peach Alley, so he had not been able to visit his brother. Today, he learned that the Crown Prince would return home tomorrow, so he rushed here to see him despite his illness.
How could a bigwig of the Judicial Department of West-Hill Divine Palace, a powerhouse on the edge of Knowing Destiny State, be bedridden by a cold on the journey? Naturally, no one believed this excuse. Everyone present knew that Prince Long Qing just didn't want to meet the Crown Prince too early. However, on such an occasion, since the West-Hill had given an excuse, everyone could only accept it. How could they rebuke him?
From the moment Prince Long Qing entered the courtyard, everyone's eyes were attracted to him, especially the female students of the Academy. They whispered and praised him, and some of the girls gradually became infatuated with him. Hearing Priest Moli's excuse, they could not help but wonder how he would answer and whether he would show an embarrassed expression.
Prince Long Qing did not answer. When Priest Moli explained, he just sat quietly on the table next to the Crown Prince of the Yan. There was no embarrassment on his face. To be more precise, apart from some polite smiles, there was basically no emotion on his picturesque face. It was as if he was telling everyone present that he knew this was an excuse, and it was a boring one, but what did it have to do with him?
His whole body exuded a sense of righteousness and seriousness. Even his picturesque face could not dilute it. It was not until then that people gradually remembered that Prince Long Qing had an even greater identity besides being a cultivation genius and a fan of thousands of people. He was in charge of the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall and had great power and prestige.
After the two parties sat down, someone introduced each other. Knowing that Prince Long Qing was accompanied by Grand Secretary Zeng Jing, the students of the Academy couldn't help but stand up to salute him.
The Grand Secretary Zeng Jing was the Official of Counsel who lived opposite the Xuanwei General's Mansion. Because of the disturbance in his house, the Empress was furious, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. He offended the big families in Qinghe County and was appreciated by His Majesty and the Empress. From then on, he became one of the few important officials in the court.
Although the students of the Academy were proud, if they could not enter the Second floor, they would still become officials in the imperial court after graduation. How could they dare to offend such a bigwig? As for Ning Que, who was sitting in the corner, his thoughts were different from those of his classmates. He curiously looked at the high-ranking official in the distance and thought to himself, "You didn't have such authority when I was young."
"I am Wang Ying from Linchuan. Greetings, Grand Secretary."
"I am Zhong Dajun of Yangguan. Greetings, Grand Secretary."
"Xie Chengyun from the South Jin Kingdom greets the Grand Secretary."
Xie Chengyun stood up and greeted the Grand Secretary with a smile. Some people noticed that he did not say that he was a junior. After thinking for a while, they understood that he was not being rude to the Grand Secretary, but he did not want to be at a disadvantage in front of some people.
"Mr. Xie's talent has spread far and wide. I have lived in Chang 'an for a long time and have heard of your achievements in the South Jin Kingdom's Imperial Examination. It is really gratifying to hear that you are diligent and diligent in the course of magic skills in the Academy."
Grand Secretary Zeng Jing smiled and stroked his beard. He looked at Prince Long Qing who was sitting opposite him and said, "Your Highness is known as a genius of the present age. Now that you are entering the Academy for further study, you should get closer to Mr. Xie."
Upon hearing this, Prince Long Qing nodded slightly as if he agreed with Grand Secretary Zeng Jing's words. But because his movements were so subtle, it was hard to see his sincerity. There was no expression on his beautiful face and he did not deliberately reveal a cold and arrogant look. But this expressionlessness revealed a very accurate message, that was, he did not care.
An eagle would not show its pride in front of an ant, and a mountain would not deliberately look down on a small hill. Because in their view, they did not exist in the same world and there was no need to show extra emotions at all. But for the receiver, this kind of indifference was the heaviest pride and arrogance, and this kind of disregard was undoubtedly the most ruthless contempt and humiliation.
Xie Chengyun, the Third Young Master of the Xie Family, who had always been known for his talent and demeanor in the Academy, stood alone in the field for a long time before returning to his seat with a slight smile. Only by paying attention could one notice that his smile was somewhat unnatural.
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It was just a small episode. The real problem of today's Victory House banquet had been hidden behind the scenes. When Prince Long Qing and the Crown Prince of Yan met, whether they fought or not, it was always an internal struggle for the throne of Yan Kingdom. Princess Li Yu was obviously on the side of the Crown Prince of Yan, and Grand Secretary Zeng Jing came with Prince Long Qing. Although it seemed that he was accompanying His Majesty, who could be sure that he did not represent the Empress's inclination?
The throne of Yan Kingdom was related to the relationship between the two countries, and at the same time, it would further strengthen or weaken the power contrast between the two royal families of the Tang Empire. But in front of the people of Yan, the West-Hill Divine Priest, and a group of students, both Princess Li Yu and Grand Secretary Zeng Jing had to maintain the dignity and bearing that an empire should have.
"His Majesty ordered me to accompany Prince Long Qing to familiarize himself with the surroundings of Chang 'an. Although we did not have a deep conversation, I deeply felt that the prince's knowledge was extraordinary and admirable. Coupled with his amazing cultivation, it would not be difficult for him to enter the Second floor of the Academy."
Grand Secretary Zeng Jing gently stroked his beard and looked at Prince Long Qing opposite him, shaking his head in admiration. No one knew what this trusted official of the Empress had in mind. He actually praised a foreign guest in front of a group of Academy students. Even if it was to suppress the cooperation between the Princess and the Crown Prince of Yan, it was really too unsightly.
The representatives of the Academy students at the banquet were usually the best group of people in the Academy, and they were born with pride. They might not know about the throne of Yan Kingdom, but when they saw the scene of Prince Long Qing ignoring Xie Chengyun, they had a great disgust for him. At this time, when they heard Grand Secretary Zeng Jing mention the matter of the Second floor of the Academy, they suddenly remembered that Prince Long Qing was their strongest competitor, and could not help but be shocked.
Zhong Dajun raised his eyebrows and said, "The Second floor of the Academy … is not so easy to enter."
The Tang Empire was open-minded, and it was not uncommon for people to casually interrupt in such a banquet, especially when the dispute arose. Grand Secretary Zeng Jing smiled slightly and did not say anything more, as if he was not surprised by such a response.
Priest Moli, who had been silent and sitting at the banquet table, coldly glanced at the banquet and indifferently said, "There are many talents in our West-Hill Divine Kingdom. Prince Long Qing is the most outstanding person in our Revelation Institute in the past ten years. He is about to enter the Knowing Destiny State in 20 years, and can be regarded as the strongest person in the young generation in the world. If he can't enter the Second floor of the Academy, who can?"
As the Deputy Headmaster of West-Hill Revelation Institute, he had a distinguished status. However, no one had expected that his words would be so direct and even a little arrogant. However, there was a saying that crude words were not crude. He casually put out a few nouns, and with the real examples of these years, his crude words seemed even more powerful: If the strongest person in the young generation in the world could not enter the Second floor of the Academy, then who could?
"Entering the Knowing Destiny State and entering the Knowing Destiny State are two different things."
Hua Shanyue, the Senior Military Officer of Gushan Commandery, said with a slightly gloomy face, "There are many people in the world who are known as cultivation geniuses, but they have been stuck at the threshold of the Knowing Destiny State all their lives. Although I am not as talented as Prince Long Qing, Prince Long Qing is now only at the peak of the Seethrough State. To say that he is the strongest person in the young generation … I don't know if this is an overpraise, but I am afraid that the Priest's words are overpraising. "
Priests of the West-Hill Divine Palace traveled around the world and were treated with great respect. However, when they entered the territory of the Tang Empire and entered Chang 'an, the officials seemed to be warm and courteous, but in fact, most people were like Hua Shanyue at this time, looking down on these Taoist priests who pretended to be mysterious. Once they were angry, they did not care about rhetoric, refuting, questioning, and mocking words, and swung at them as hard as a stick.
Priest Moli forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and stared at Hua Shanyue's eyes, saying coldly, "There are indeed young powerhouses in the Great River, South Jin, and Yuelun. But in recent years, I really don't know what kind of bigwig has appeared in the Tang Empire."
Hua Shanyue did not show weakness and stared back at him, saying, "Wang Jinglue of the Tang Empire is now serving under the Defender-general of the State. Because of the rules of the Imperial Center Administration, he is now only a bodyguard, so he is really not a bigwig. But no one can take away his title of being invincible below the Knowing Destiny State."
These words were really powerful. Wang Jinglue of the Tang Empire did not come from the West-Hill, and had nothing to do with the Buddhism Sect. He became a talent purely through self-cultivation and was known as invincible below the Knowing Destiny State. Although Prince Long Qing came from the West-Hill Divine Palace and was known as a peerless cultivation genius, as long as he had not entered the Knowing Destiny State and had not defeated Wang Jinglue, he could not be called truly invincible.
The quiet house fell into a short period of silence, and then the silence was quickly broken by an extremely calm voice. The voice belonged to Prince Long Qing, who had been silent throughout the banquet.
Prince Long Qing raised the wine glass in his hand and looked at Hua Shanyue quietly. But his clear eyes seemed to be looking at somewhere far away, falling on the military camp beside the vast Great Swamp. He said indifferently, "Invincible below the Knowing Destiny State … I have wanted to change this title for him a long time ago, but unfortunately I have not found the opportunity."
"General Hua, if it is convenient, please pass a message to Wang Jinglue for me. I hope he can go to Chang 'an as soon as possible."
"You know, it is not convenient for me to leave Chang 'an City now."
Prince Long Qing retracted his gaze and looked into Hua Shanyue's eyes without a trace of emotion. He said, "If he appears late, I will not have the opportunity to change his title."
Facing the pair of calm and emotionless eyes, Hua Shanyue's heart trembled slightly. He could not help but choke and swallow the words he had prepared. Because what he saw in Prince Long Qing's eyes was not the desire to fight after being provoked, but the calmness and confidence from before.
Many people present understood this sentence: If Wang Jinglue appeared late, he would not have the opportunity to change Wang Jinglue's title. It did not mean that he could not fight with Wang Jinglue, nor did it mean that he thought he might fail, but because …
He firmly believed that he would step into the Knowing Destiny State in the near future. At that time, if he defeated Wang Jinglue, wouldn't Wang Jinglue still retain the title of Invincible below the Knowing Destiny State? He was sure that he would step into the Knowing Destiny State in the near future, and even felt that it was a pity that he did not have the opportunity to fight with Wang Jinglue and defeat him. What kind of experience did he have to go through to be so confident and indifferent?
Being shocked by the Prince of Yan Kingdom, an enemy from the Judicial Department of West-Hill, Lee Yu's delicate eyebrows slowly frowned. Thinking of the old men in the Imperial Center Administration and the young powerhouses that emerged in the surrounding countries in the past few years, she could not help but feel a faint sense of powerlessness.
For hundreds of years, the Tang Empire was strong and its military power was unparalleled. However, as long as the people in the back of the mountain of the Academy did not take action, it was extremely difficult to find a person who could compete with the foreign enemy at the individual level. It was a great pity.
Her eyes swept across the students of the Academy present and thought with a trace of anger, "If you were really the cultivation genius that Mr. Lyu Qingchen had placed his hopes on, I would not have been forced into such a situation by this prince on such an occasion." While her thoughts were still wandering, she could not find Ning Que in the corner, which made her even more annoyed.
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In the side alley of the Victory House, Ning Que stood beside the Wu Xiang horse carriage and waved his hand impatiently to Sangsang who stuck her head out in confusion. He said, "Didn't you always make a fuss at home that you wanted to see Prince Long Qing up close?"
Sangsang explained very seriously, "Young master, I only said it once that night. I didn't make a fuss all day long."
Ning Que spread out his hands and said, "Well, do you want to see?"
After getting a positive answer, he took Sangsang to the Victory House. He took out a piece of silver with some distress and handed it to the servant of the Victory House. Then he walked through the no longer noisy terrace and approached the quiet house. He thought that Sangsang wanted to see, so he took her to see. Anyway, Lee Yu was familiar with her, so there should be no problem.
Since childhood, they had lived together and had long developed a certain habit. When they saw something that the other liked, they would subconsciously save it for the other, such as fried egg noodles, hot and sour noodle slice soup, Lu Xue, silver, and the prince.
In the quiet courtyard, everyone's attention was attracted by the previous debate, and then shocked by the strong confidence revealed in Prince Long Qing's calm words. No one actually noticed that he had quietly brought Sangsang into the field.
Among the light and elegant music, there were occasional whispers. The chief seat, Priest Moli, the deputy head of the Revelation Institute, looked proud, while Grand Secretary Zeng Jing was expressionless. The atmosphere seemed a little depressing.
Xie Chengyun looked at the wine cup on the table and suddenly shook his head slightly with a smile. After taking a deep breath, he stood up and saluted with hands folded in front. Looking at Prince Long Qing, he said loudly, "May I ask?"
Hearing these three words, the courtyard suddenly became quieter, and the background music quietly disappeared. Lee Yu looked at the elegant Xie Chengyun standing in the field with some appreciation in her eyes. But thinking that this person was not a Tang, she inevitably felt a little regretful.
Prince Long Qing bent his knees and half knelt on the floor. After carefully tidying up his clothes, he looked at Xie Chengyun with a serious expression for the first time today and said seriously, "Brother Xie, please."
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In the corner of the courtyard.
Sangsang knelt behind Ning Que and cautiously poked her head out. She whispered after a few glances, "Young master, it's too far, even farther than that day on the street. I can't see his face clearly."
"Don't interrupt." Ning Que picked up a piece of vinegar fish skin with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth. He said, "Didn't you see the main show? It's rare to see two great scholars debating. "
Sangsang didn't know what debating was. She curiously looked over there and asked, "Young master, who do you think will win?"
Ning Que took a sip of wine and shook his head. He said, "I only hope Xie Chengyun won't die too miserably."
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(Sangsang doesn't know what debating is, and I don't know what debating is either. So it's destined not to be written directly. If you want to see it, please read the wonderful Cold Scholar of Upper Grade. You can choose one of the scenes in it and pretend that I wrote it. Like a piece of tofu, you should walk away with shame. Like a piece of tofu, you should write the First Grade as the Upper Grade. You should continue to walk away with shame.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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