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Several barbarian warriors stood behind the little monk Xuanzang and burst into laughter.

"Haha, you Yun Qin boast of a long heritage, but you teach people that one equals two, which really teaches people to laugh off their big teeth. ”

"Yun Qin people, why don't you speak, you are the fools who have not opened your IQ!"

"Hmph, what Yun Qin Daru can't compare to the ten-year-old child of my barbarian. ”

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Inside the main hall, the rough mockery of the barbarian warriors continued to echo.

Mo Yihe's face was pale, and the white-clothed scribe was also like a dead mouse, opening his mouth, but unable to say anything to refute.

The literati present were all called Confucians, but none of them could stand up and justify Yun Qin's name.

"Your Royal Highness, didn't you just say that you can discuss with the little master, it's time to make a move. ”

The white-clothed scribe stared at Tang Feng coldly, since they were humiliated, they definitely couldn't let Tang Feng be left alone.

Tang Feng put down the bronze wine bottle in his hand and smiled slightly.

"Heh, are you Yun Qin no one, you actually sent a young man to discuss. ”

A barbarian warrior made no secret of his disdain for Tang Feng and sneered.

The little monk Xuanzang also glanced at Tang Feng twice, sneered, and said, "Does this son also want to discuss the Tao with the little monk?"

Tang Feng came to the little monk and said with a smile: "Little Master, I really want to discuss with you the issue of white horses and non-horses. ”

The little monk Xuanzang recited a sentence of Amitabha, and then made a gesture to Tang Feng.

"Little Master, you just said that a white horse is not a horse, that is, a white horse is not a horse, right?"

Tang Feng asked, and when he saw Xuanzang nodded, he continued:

However, the white horse is indeed a horse, because it is this word, which not only represents equality, but also contains the relationship of belonging. ”

"As the saying goes, barbarians are people, which means that barbarians belong to the human race, doesn't the little master think that barbarians are not people?"

Hearing this, those barbarian warriors were immediately furious, if it wasn't for the little monk Xuanzang to stop it in time, I am afraid that they would have already beaten Tang Feng.

Therefore, a white horse belongs to a horse, that is, a white horse is a horse. ”

Tang Feng smiled faintly and said, "Little Master Xuanzang, you have cut off the relationship between the universality and particularity of the contradictions, and you have taken a look." ”

The little monk Xuanzang was dumbfounded, but he didn't expect Tang Feng to come out of his circle of white horses and non-horses in just a few words.

"A white horse is not a horse, a white horse is a horse, it turns out that this is ......"

Mo Yihe was stunned, he only felt that Xuanzang's statement had a loophole, but he didn't know where there was a loophole, but he didn't expect Tang Feng to find out.

The white-clothed scribe clenched his fists even more, his knuckles were pinched white, he first wanted to snatch merit from Tang Feng, and then he wanted to make Tang Feng ugly, but the result was all in vain.

Tang Feng glanced at Mo Yihe, the white-clothed scribe and the others lightly, smiled disdainfully, and said in a low voice:

"Self-proclaimed celebrities and Confucians, but in my opinion, you are more than a thousand times worse than my desolate literati!"

Mo Yihe and the others turned red, and there was anger burning in their eyes, but they were helpless.

As for those barbarian warriors, they had already turned into clay sculptures and wood carvings, but they didn't expect that the topic of Xuanzang's little monk would be broken by a young man.

"Little Master, since you are talking about the Tao, you should have contacts and contacts. ”

Tang Feng smiled evilly, since this little barbarian monk dared to use sophistry to target, then he counterattacked with sophistry.

The so-called way of the other is to give back to the other, and this is the case.

"Childe, please. ”

The little monk looked serious and waited for the battle, without the slightest slack and casual attitude when he discussed with Mo Yihe and the others before.

This made Mo Yihe and the others even more frustrated, in the eyes of the other party, their group of high-ranking officials in the imperial court were actually completely inferior to Tang Feng.

Tang Feng nodded, looked at a tall warrior behind Monk Xuanzang, and said with a smile:

"This strong man is a man of great stature and muscles, and he must be as fast as the wind when he runs. ”

The warrior looked proud and said, "That's nature, if I run with all my might, I can break your bones and tendons with your Yunqin soldiers." ”

Tang Feng smiled, shook his head noncommittally, and said:

"The strong man seems to be exaggerating, you can't even run a turtle, how can you knock my Yun Qin Sergeant to the point of breaking bones and tendons?"

The warrior was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, and said, "You kid, what nonsense, how can I not outrun a turtle?"

Mo Yihe and the others also blushed, feeling that Tang Feng was too ridiculous to say such a thing, which made them all lose face.

"Desolate world, Hugh is talking nonsense, quickly retreat!" the white-clothed scribe shouted directly.

Tang Feng smiled coldly, didn't pay attention to the group of Confucian cultivators behind him at all, but looked at the person who ignored it, and said:

"Since the strong man is so confident, if you let the turtle set off before you for a while, do you think you can catch up?"

"What's so hard about that?" the barbarian warrior nodded confidently.

Tang Feng smiled without saying a word, his gaze fell back on the little monk Xuanzang, and asked, "Does little master Xuanzang also think that this strong man can catch up?"

The little monk Xuanzang thought seriously for a while, and finally nodded.

Everyone thought that Tang Feng was crazy, and finally refuted Xuanzang's statement that a white horse is not a horse, and now he actually made such a joke again.

In their opinion, Tang Feng is tantamount to lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot.

However, Tang Feng suddenly laughed, shook his head and said:

"Little Master, you are wrong, no matter what, this strong man will not be able to catch up with the turtle that set off first. ”

Mo Yihe was furious, feeling that Tang Feng was smearing Yun Qin.

"You guys, have you lived on a dog for so many years!?"

Tang Feng looked at the group of Confucian scholars, shook his head and sneered, and said:

"The tortoise sets off first, and the barbarian warriors must first reach the starting point of the tortoise before they can catch up with the tortoise. ”

By this time, however, the tortoise had crawled forward some way further. So the barbarian warriors had to catch up with this road again, but then the tortoise crawled forward again. ”

"Since the distance between the barbarian and the tortoise can be divided into countless small segments in turn, the barbarian warriors can never catch up with the tortoise, although they chase closer and closer. ”

Tang Feng put his hands behind his back, crossed his eyebrows and smiled coldly at the Confucian cultivators, and said with a cold smile: "You guys, can you still agree!?"

"You ......"

Mo Yihe's face was pale, his body was trembling slightly, and he couldn't find the words to refute it.

The white-clothed scribe was even more angry and vomited blood, and there was an extremely resentful look in his eyes when he looked at Tang Feng.

"Little Master, do you still think that this strong man can run faster than a turtle?"

Tang Feng flicked his sleeves lightly, too lazy to look at this group of literati again, in comparison, this shiny little bald head was really too pleasing.

"I ......"

Monk Xuanzang looked deeply frustrated, and sighed: "The son is talented, and the little monk is ashamed." ”

The barbarian warrior's face changed and changed, and finally he actually bowed to Tang Feng and expressed his admiration for Tang Feng.

Then, he glanced at Mo Yihe and the others, and smiled disdainfully: "The talent of the son is really much higher than this group of old men." ”

"What Childe said just now is right, these old men, they may have really lived to dogs for so many years. ”

"You ......"

Mo Yihe was so angry that his throat was sweet, and he fainted directly.