Cikang Pudu was the current national master. The emperor was almost obedient to him. Moreover, his mana was very high and his cultivation was not weak. He usually regarded himself as the avatar of Buddha in the mortal world. It was said that Cikang Pudu had a move that could transform into Buddha's golden body.
"I also know that it definitely has nothing to do with you, Lord Scholar. I know that you are a good person, carrying out justice on behalf of the heavens, helping the country, eliminating the demons of the world, and returning the world to its former glory, but…I have no choice.”The constable said tearlessly. He was also secretly resentful in his heart. Of all the people he could capture, he had to capture this person. Didn't he know that almost a thousand demons had died at his hands?
Hearing this.
Kong Wenjun narrowed his eyes and thought carefully. In the end, he decided to go with the constable. Of course, it was not for the constable to suffer an undeserved disaster. It was none of his business that they suffered an undeserved disaster. He wanted to find out what this fellow Cikang Pudu wanted to do. He actually sent people to arrest him, and even sent these ordinary people?
"Sir." Xia Hou, who had already arrived at the side, gave Kong Wenjun a look and prepared to draw his sword and kill all the constables to escape.
Kong Wenjun shook his head slightly." No need. Give me the zither. Wait for me here for three days."”
"Yes, sir!" Seeing that Kong Wenjun had already made up his mind, Xia Hou smiled bitterly and untied the zither case for Kong Wenjun.
"You won't confiscate my things, will you?”Kong Wenjun said to the constable and the others after tying the zither case.
The constable quickly shook his head and said," How can I? Sir, you've given me so much face. How can I do such a thing? Sir, as long as you're in my territory, I can't guarantee anything else. I won't let you suffer the slightest grievance inside."”
"Thank you in advance." Kong Wenjun smiled.
……
In the prison.
The constable respectfully invited Kong Wenjun into the cell and immediately arranged for people to tidy up and decorate the cell. In less than an hour, the entire cell was cleaned out, and a desk and other daily necessities were immediately placed in the cell.
It had to be said that this shop was really thoughtful.
"Lord Scholar, I'll take my leave first. Don't worry, I'll make arrangements for your meals every day. If there's anything, you can ask someone to help you arrange it at any time!”The constable respectfully took his leave. He naturally understood that this prison cell could not hold Kong Wenjun, so he only hoped that when the higher-ups sent people down, this Confucian scholar would stay here well.
As the constable and the others left, Kong Wenjun shook his head and sat in front of the desk. He gently took out Jiu Xiao Huan Pei and placed it on the table. He was probably the one who received the best treatment in prison. He could get whatever he wanted.
"Kid, not bad. You actually have such treatment? Which manor are you from?”
At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the cell beside him.
Kong Wenjun's expression froze. He actually didn't sense anyone in the cell next to him? Thinking of this, he stood up and pulled open the curtain that the constables had put on. At a glance, he saw an old man with messy hair and a long beard writing on the wall with a white stone.
"May I ask Senior's name?" Kong Wenjun's expression was somewhat grave. He could even feel the old monk he saw yesterday, but if he hadn't seen this person with his own eyes, he wouldn't have felt anything at all.
The old man remained silent and continued to draw on the wall, ignoring Kong Wenjun.
Kong Wenjun frowned and continued,""May I ask Senior's name?"
Silence.
Silence.
"May I ask Senior's name?" Kong Wenjun continued.
Still silence.
"May I ask Senior's name?" Kong Wenjun took a deep breath and asked.
At this moment, the old man finally turned around and laughed."My ancestor was once invited by someone to come out of the mountain to be the state preceptor. Today, someone in the prison asked me for my name four times.”
Looking at the old man's maniacal laughter, Kong Wenjun was stunned for a moment. Then, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the thatched cottage three times. Zhuge Liang was his ancestor?
"So it's Senior Zhuge.”Kong Wenjun smiled faintly.
The old man waved his hand indifferently and sat on the ground. He said casually,"What senior? I was bored and panicked. I didn't expect a newcomer to come recently. What's your name?”
"Junior is Kong Wenjun." Kong Wenjun cupped his hands and said.
At this moment, the old man said in surprise,"The great scholar Kong Wenjun who appeared in recent years. Legend has it that he doesn't use a sword to kill people, doesn't use talismans to kill demons, and is the Confucian scholar Kong Wenjun who suppressed demons with a poem?”
"…Senior has actually heard of this junior's name. I truly feel fortunate!”Kong Wenjun was not surprised at all how this old man knew about him. With this old man's ability, how could this prison control him? That would really be a joke. He was probably another hermit of his generation, hiding in the city.
The old man waved his hand, stood up and sized up Kong Wenjun for a while before saying,""Since you're a great writer, your literary talent must be outstanding. This old man overestimates his own ability and knows a little about literary talent.”
"Oh? How do you want to compete, old senior?" Kong Wenjun said with a smile, but he was a little vigilant in his heart. Old people were shrewd, let alone descendants of Zhuge.
The old man put his hands behind his back and walked around the cell a few times before saying,""There's no first place in literature, no second place in martial arts. The other things aren't comparable. As long as you write a poem that I set and that makes me convinced, it'll be your win.”
In fact, this kind of comparison was very unscientific. What if the old man was shameless and refused to admit that Kong Wenjun's poems convinced him? Moreover, if this old man set the questions, who knew how difficult it would be? Therefore, it was really unscientific to compare them like this.
However, Kong Wenjun smiled and nodded. In his spare time, this competition could also kill time.
"What kind of poem do you want, sir? But what if I win?”Kong Wenjun asked with a smile.
The old man smiled disdainfully. He waved his long sleeves and said heroically,"Ten thousand taels of gold."
"It's tasteless." Kong Wenjun smiled and shook his head.
"Rare antique," the old man turned around and said.”
"It's a pity to abandon it." Kong Wenjun shook his head again.
The old man was a little anxious. He grabbed the railing and said,"Let you out? No, no, if you wanted to go out, you would have gone out by yourself.”
After saying that.
The old man was so anxious that he scratched his head. After so many years, he had heard of many powerful people with profound mantras, but this was the first time he had heard of a great writer in decades. This made him, who was as lonely as snow, see a glimmer of hope. He hoped that someone could compare with him in terms of literary talent.
"You don't want gold, silver, or jewelry, and you don't care about rare antiques. Since you are also a cultivator, how about I teach you a divine ability?”The old man thought for a long time and his eyes suddenly lit up. He turned around and said.
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