"Ah?"
"How is this possible!"
The bunch of idiots from the scholarly faction were shocked.
If their mouths were wide enough to stuff eggs into them when they saw Shaoyu's martial arts, then their mouths were probably wide enough to stuff fists into them now.
How could this be?
She clearly felt that the student was better than Zize, but the result was a little subversive!
"Trick, Zize must be cheating!”
"Ziyu's sword must have been tampered with. It can't be used at all, so he can't defeat Zize! The broken sword on the ground was the evidence!”
"That's right, that's right. Ziyu kept attacking while Zize kept parrying. If it was broken, it should have been Zize's sword that broke. There must be something wrong with the sword!"
Wow, it can't be me, nor can it be the person I think highly of!
If anyone was to blame, it was the world.
Fu Nian and Yan Lu, who were standing on the steps of the Kendo Gym, couldn't help but shake their heads.
In their eyes, these disciples were just children, so they didn't think that these people were very hateful. They only thought that they were young and didn't want to lose face.
However, this kind of noisy appearance was too inappropriate.
"Silence!" Fu Nian shouted.
His voice rang out along with his internal strength, reverberating in the air and entering everyone's ears.
The noisy Kendo Gym suddenly quieted down. Even the school bully Zi Mu immediately lowered his head and counted ants, not daring to breathe loudly.
"Ziyu."
"Yes."
Shaoyu crawled up from the ground. Not only was blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, but his palm was also purple-red.
That was a sign of blood accumulating, but there wasn't any wound for them to flow out. Clearly Yin Ze had stopped at a moderate point, and didn't have the intention of heavily injuring him in this kind of situation.
"Do you admit defeat in this match?" Fu Nian asked.
"Ziyu's skills are inferior to others, so I'm willing to admit defeat.”Shaoyu was somewhat unwilling.
"Alright, this match is considered…"
"Please wait a moment." Yin Ze suddenly opened his mouth.
"What's wrong, Zize?"
"I know that before Ziyu came here, he had learned the art of war. He was not very good at swordsmanship, but he was better at using heavy weapons. Therefore, it would be unfair to him if the wooden sword was the only criterion for this competition.”
Yin Ze hugged his sword and bowed." Please allow the two of us to compete again."”
Fu Nian pondered.
And the instant Yin Ze raised his head, some cold sweat had already appeared on Shaoyu's face.
One must know that as the young master of the Xiang clan, and someone who had once led his troops to battle with Meng Tian, he did not like to admit defeat.
Just now, because he realized that he had gone too far with his sword, he had already gone berserk. He had revealed something, so even if he was not convinced, he still chose to agree with the result of the sword competition in order to hide his and Tianming's identities.
And now?
He was actually seen through?
"How did you know?" Fu Nian asked what Shaoyu wanted to ask.
"Although Ziyu concealed himself and used the scholarly sword style for the most part, when he swung his sword, he still used the militarist ideology as the core. His sword moves were wide open and his sword path was sharp and decisive, and he had an extremely vigorous heart of attack.”
"So I'm guessing that he might be a militarist expert who uses a spear and halberd."”
So it was like this?
Shaoyu heaved a sigh of relief.
He only saw the shadow of a militarist on him and did not know his identity.
She was too sensitive just now and had scared herself.
"Ziyu, is that really the case?" Fu Nian turned to look at Shaoyu.
"Mr. Fu Nian, I have indeed learned the art of militarism. When I entered the Small Sage Manor, I didn't hide it.”
Shaoyu's expression was as usual as he threw the blame.
"Yes." Fu Nian nodded." Perhaps it's because Zifang felt that this was fine, so she didn't tell us."”
"Sir, you are wise." Shaoyu was relieved.
This should be considered a bluff.
Even if he didn't manage to fool them, he could send a message to Zhang Liang during lunch and let him think of a way.
"Then let this competition continue.”Yan Lu said,"Zi Ze has improved tremendously these few months. When he competed with the other disciples, he couldn't even show his strength." Now that Ziyu was here, it was a good opportunity to see his progress.”
Just like Tianming was Ziming and Shaoyu was Ziyu. Yin Ze was called Zi Ze in the Small Sage Manor.
He had transmigrated six months ago.
A second ago, he was drunk and dizzy. The next second, he found himself lying on a sickbed in the Small Sage Manor. Not only was his body weak, but he was also holding an ancient sword tightly in his hand. Even though he was seriously ill and fainted, he did not have the intention to let go.
Needless to say, this was an obsession.
Even the Yin Ze who had transmigrated discovered that when he wanted to let go of that sword, he actually couldn't feel the existence of the palm.
His entire hand was almost dead!
At that time, Yin Ze had a dumbfounded look.
He would not let go even if he died. He would not let go even after he fell sick. He would not let go even when he was unconscious. He would not let go even until his hand was crippled.
Never had he thought that anyone's willpower could reach that level, simply tormenting Yin Ze himself until he wanted to cry but had no tears.
Fortunately, he was saved by Xun Kuang, so he slowly recovered.
During the treatment, he had also fused with his memories and finally understood his identity.
He was not a big shot, and his background was not special. However, in a place like the Small Sage Manor, his affinity was very high.
Yin Ze's predecessor, the person who died hugging his sword, was actually a direct descendant of a faction of the scholarly faction, and at the same time, was also equivalent to a young master.
In the five hundred years of the Spring and Autumn Warring States Period, there were countless branches of Confucianism.
Take Xun Kuang's two disciples, Han Fei and Li Si, for example.
Although they had become Legalists, as outstanding disciples, they could write books and establish theories while fulfilling their ideals and aspirations. They could open their own branches in the original school.
In fact, it wasn't just them. Every disciple who had achieved some accomplishments in their studies had the right to establish their own sect. As long as they admitted that they were part of the scholarly faction, that would be the strength of the scholarly faction.
It was also the hard work of these people that finally gathered the momentum of the scholarly faction, which was the world's most prominent school of learning.
The four branches were outside, and the Little Sage Manor controlled the orthodoxy. It was the sect of Confucianism and was also known as the world's Confucian sect. It was the leader of the entire Confucianism.
This was a situation where the strong were the weak.
As long as the main branch didn't collapse, the more branches there were, the stronger the scholarly faction would be.
This was different from the militarists.
The militarists did not have a boss in the past, and they had never had a boss. Among the fallen nobles of the six states, those who used to be in charge of military affairs were basically people from the militarists.
If a youth knew the art of war, it could only prove that he had an extraordinary background.
Young people like this were not rare in this era, but most of them had their families destroyed because of the Qin annexation of the six countries. Naturally, few survivors were willing to talk about the past.
It was also because he knew this and trusted Zhang Liang that Fu Nian did not find Shaoyu strange.
If he knew that the so-called Ziyu was actually a wanted criminal, Shaoyu, it would be a different story.
"Ziyu, you've heard Zize's thoughts. What do you think?”Fu Nian asked.
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