Zhang Yi listened to everyone's request, looked at Zeng Jing with interest, and the provocative eyes were obviously saying Do you have the courage to fight, Zeng Jing responded to Zhang Yi without showing weakness, her eyes were full of challenge and perseverance.

Zhang Yi said with a smile: "Since you are so enthusiastic, Brother Zeng should not shirk it too much, I have admired Mr. Dongguo's name for a long time, and I have to see Mr. Dongguo's apprentice today, I really want to exchange with Brother Zeng about what I have learned all my life, and I hope that Brother Zeng will give me this opportunity." ”

Zeng Jing smiled heartily and said generously: "Brother Zhang is too humble, Jixia Xuegong has won six consecutive victories, which can be said to be unprecedented, and it is difficult to have anyone in the future, and it is also a pleasure for Zeng to be able to discuss the Tao with Brother Zhang, so please ask Brother Zhang to choose a debate topic." ”

Zhang Yi would take advantage of this, and shirked: "I am only shallow in my studies, and my great-brother asked me to ask me to solve the question, which is embarrassing." Brother Zeng is knowledgeable, so it is better for Brother Zeng to choose a topic. ”

When the two of them were humble, someone in the crowd pointed to the side of the boat and shouted: "Why don't you take the theme of water benefiting all things without fighting?" ”

Everyone looked at this questioner, it was a young white-faced scholar, it is estimated that he had never spoken so loudly in his life, if Xu really admired the two young talents, he would shout this sentence impulsively, and at this time he was swept away by everyone's eyes, and suddenly lowered his head with a red face.

Zhang, Zeng two people heard this, were stunned, what kind of sub-topic is this, I don't know where the stupid boy came here to show off his literary talents, you need to know that "good is like water, water is good for all things without fighting" is Lao Tzu's famous book "Tao Te Ching" in the famous sentence, although the two are talented, but they do not dare to refute Mr. Lao Tzu's remarks in public, and Zhang Yi is biased towards the famous school, Dong Guo Nan is a famous representative of the miscellaneous family, Zeng Jing must also learn the majority of miscellaneous knowledge, discussing Taoist classics, are not the strength of the two.

Zhang Yi had already cursed the person who asked the question several times in his heart, and immediately spoke first: "Water is good for all things without fighting, and it is evil for everyone, so it is better than the Tao." All things in heaven and earth, but water is close to the Tao, in order not to fight, to not selfishness, although after the public, but always the first of the people. ”

Although Zhang Yi spoke first and took the lead, this argument was not new, and the routine sought stability, and everyone was really not happy to hear it, and they all turned their eyes to Zeng Jing, who had not spoken.

Zeng Jing thought for a moment and said unhurriedly: "Brother Zhang's words reflect the great righteousness, but there are still some inappropriate things in the small aspects. ”

"Good" There was a cheer on the boat, it was good to have different opinions, the most afraid was that the two complimented each other, and everyone couldn't wait to point at Zhang Yi's nose and scolded: "What are you talking about, there is no reason." In the spirit of watching the excitement and not thinking it was a big deal, everyone applauded Zeng Jing first.

Zhang Yi asked, "What's wrong?"

Zeng Jing said: "Water is not fighting, how to come to the first place in virtue, water has no intention of fighting, but we impose many names on water, so this is people fighting, and it has nothing to do with water." Zeng Jing very cleverly shifts the topic to whether the praise of water is appropriate.

Zhang Yi said: "Good and bad, the water is there, there is no dirt and no purity, fight or not, the Tao is there, no more, no less." ”

Everyone heard the subtlety and applauded one after another.

Zeng Jing also had to admire Zhang Yi's quick wit when she heard this, and blurted out a famous sentence: "There is nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust." ”

"Wonderful!" Some people preemptively clapped their hands, and the rest of the people immediately applauded, for fear that they would show their reckless understanding in Taoism.

Although Zhang Yi was in the noise, he still maintained his vigilance at all times, when a wisp of black gas flashed on Wu Yong's face, he suddenly stretched out his right hand, and conjured up countless phantoms, covering Wu Yong in it, and when Wu Ye and Zeng Jing reacted, Wu Yong had been captured, and the sudden change made the two of them somehow Most of the onlookers did not know martial arts, but Zhang Yi enthusiastically grabbed his friend's wrist.

Zeng Jing's face sank and asked, "Brother Zhang, what do you mean by this?" ”

Zhang Yi said calmly: "I promised this little brother to help him eliminate strange diseases, and I just happened to think of a method that may work, little brother, follow me." After speaking, he pulled Wu Yong and walked away.

Zeng Jing hurriedly stopped Zhang Yi and said sternly: "How can Brother Zhang be so unreasonable, just leave, and don't ask others if they agree." ”

Zhang Yi changed his elegant appearance and said viciously: "He is asking for me, how can he force it!" ”

Zeng Jing lightly stretched his left arm, as if he had been sucked through, and quickly probed Wu Yong's accused wrist, Zhang Yi's left hand was still pressed on Wu Yong's wrist and did not move, and his right hand blocked Zeng Jing with a string of phantom images, Zeng Jing's fingers touched this phantom, and immediately retracted, his fingers were blue and white, and he was obviously slightly injured, this is still Zhang Yi's mercy, otherwise Zeng Jing's hand is afraid that it will not be saved.

Wu Ye shouted, took out the golden short sword from his arms, and stabbed directly at Zhang Yi.

The students around didn't react at all, why did the two people who were still arguing fiercely just now suddenly fight together, learned people are powerful, and they turn their faces faster than ordinary people, so everyone cried and shouted and fought and killed people and ran away.

Zhang Yi squeezed Wu Yong's wrist, didn't look at Wu Ye's golden short sword at all, the tip of the sword was attached to his forehead to stop castration, at this time Wu Yong's face was like ashes, Zhang Yi looked at Wu Ye and Zeng Jing, sneered, and walked to the stern without looking back.

The stars are wide and the fields are wide, the moon is surging and the river is flowing, the quiet big boat is gently undulating on the river, more people have already returned to their rooms or rested by the strings of the boat, Zeng Jing and Wu Ye sat on the high mast, staring at Zhang Yi without relaxing for a moment. Zhang Yi closed his eyes and recuperated, but the hand that choked Wu Yong was particularly fierce. At this moment, Wu Yong is miserable, Zhang Yi's hand is very weird, it seems to be grabbed at random, but in fact it is solid as iron, and there is constantly a trace of cold air coming in from the wrist, from being caught to night, most of Wu Yong's body is already cold, and the rest of the body temperature is still dissipating.

Wu Yong closed his eyes, gradually forgot everything around him, and felt the changes in his body and the surrounding environment with his heart, suddenly, Wu Yong saw himself from the chaos, just like another self floating in the air looking down on himself, he and Zhang Yi floated cross-legged in the void, and the wrist that was grabbed had condensed a thick circle of sharp edges and corners, and the wisps of cold air invaded his body from the ice circle, and the body color changed from golden to ice blue, and the ice blue of the whole body has occupied most of it, and the brightest place in golden yellow is his heart, gurgling golden yellow gushes out of the atrium and flows along the meridians to the whole body, but soon gradually loses its warmth halfway through, and the color fades into ice blue. In addition, there is a faint gray mist scurrying around, it does not move from the meridian path, as if the whole body is a huge skin, it rushes back and forth in the skin, sometimes floats out of the seven orifices, and drills in from elsewhere, always looking for a place where the body still has residual warmth, but it does more than the cold, and the golden warm place it occupies will only turn gray in a moment, a death-like gray, and there is no trace of life flowing.