The main square of the Academy of Literature has long been crowded, and the people on the third floor and the outer three floors are more lively than when Jiang Han came to take the children's examination.

After entering the realm of self-cultivation, his eyesight far exceeded that of ordinary people, and Jiang Han, who was standing behind the crowd, tried his best to look into the distance, and saw a young monk standing with his hands standing in the square, and a young student wearing a Confucian shirt on the opposite side.

Behind the monk is a person from the Western Regions Buddhism, led by an old monk wearing a robe.

The young student kept wiping his sweat, his face was pale, and his mouth was open, obviously defeated.

Not far away, a group of teachers from Taixue Academy were watching the dialectics, Yin Lushan and Zhen Daoyi were also among them, and they couldn't help frowning and shaking their heads at this moment.

"Looks like you're going to lose." Although Jiang Han couldn't hear the voice of dialectic, he could see from the look on the young Confucian student's face that he couldn't argue with the other party.

Hearing Jiang Han's voice, several students next to him glared at him angrily, and were about to angrily reprimand him for growing up and destroying his own prestige, when he heard a crisp and sweet voice say: "Jiang Han, come over here!" ”

Jiang Han followed the prestige, and saw the county lord beckoning to him not far away.

The person next to him was taken aback:

"Hey, he's Jiang Han!"

"Jiang Han? Is it Daxia Shikui? He's here too? ”

"It turns out that Jiang Han looks like this, he looks younger than me, only eighteen or nineteen years old, right?"

Jiang Han didn't know these people, nodded slightly as a greeting, and then walked towards Li Qiaoqiao.

Li Qiaoqiao greeted him happily, his face full of joy, "Jiang Han, what's going on?" ”

Jiang Han knew that she was asking about the crown, nodded and said, "The prince of the palace will interrogate him personally, and he should be able to interrogate things." ”

"What about Young Master Chu? Why didn't he come? Li Qiaoqiao asked.

Jiang Han said: "He went home." ”

Chu Gongzi is taciturn by nature and has never liked to be lively, but if he loses today's argument, the face of Taixue will be lost, and he won't even come...... Li Qiaoqiao frowned slightly, and said: "Yuan Bin went back to Zhou to sacrifice wine, and Chu Jiangyue didn't come, and then I am afraid that no one will be able to defeat that monk." ”

"Where's Wen Gongzi?" Jiang Han asked.

"Let's sit down and talk."

Li Qiaoqiao is a beauty, coupled with her noble status, many people are paying attention to her.

It was surprising to see her so intimately with a man.

"Who is that man? How did Lord Shaohui get so close to him? ”

"Didn't you hear what Lord Shaohui said? He is Jiang Han! ”

"Jiang Han? That Jiang Han, who can carry the crown before he becomes a child? ”

"That's right, it's him!"

"Isn't he the concubine of Princess Ning Yue? How did you get so close to Lord Shaohui? Don't you plan to be a county horse? ”

"You don't want to talk nonsense! The eldest princess is here today! ”

"The eldest princess is here...... Hiss! ”

"Senior Brother Ning is defeated! The monk won again! ”

Because Jiang Han's noise was quickly overshadowed by exclamations.

I saw that the young Confucian student's face was pale and he left the high platform dejectedly.

Not far away, the Taixue Mansion was doing a good job, and the master's face became extremely ugly.

This Miaoyu was extremely good at arguing, even the best among the younger generation of the Taixue Academy, but he was defeated by his clever arguments.

A few even wavered and undecided......

"Lost again! The sophistry of this monk in the Western Regions is really powerful! In the shed not far away, a middle-aged man in a Confucian robe looked at the field and said in a deep voice.

His name is Cheng Wanli, and he is the supervisor of the country.

Behind Cheng Wanli, there were two women.

One is a woman wearing a green skirt and holding a cigarette gun in her hand, her cherry lips spit out a puff of smoke from time to time, her eyebrows are delicate, and her posture is elegant, like a pampered young woman in the court.

One is a girl wearing a black cloak, squatting on the ground and drawing circles with her hands, she seems to be very afraid of people, and the black cloak covers herself tightly.

The three of them are all the personal apprentices of Zhou Hongyan, the priest of the country.

Although Guozijian and Taixue have always been at odds, Cheng Wanli hopes that someone in Taixue can argue with Monk Miaoyu at this moment.

If even the Taixue Academy loses, then Confucianism will really not be able to raise its head in front of Buddhism from now on.

And if Buddhism is allowed to spread in Kyoto, for a long time, Confucianism will not be able to raise its head.

The soft woman with a cigarette gun in her hand took a leisurely sip of cigarette and said, "What about Yuan Bin?" Why didn't he come? ”

"He's been away from Kyoto for a while, as if to investigate some bloody case." The girl who squatted on the ground and drew circles said in a weak voice.

Cheng Wanli said in a deep voice: "Don't mention Yuan Bin, every time I see that waste who only knows prostitutes, I want to clean the door for the teacher...... We have to think about it, if Buddhism defeats Taixue, and we Confucian students will suffer great shame, what should we do in the future? ”

Now the situation seems to be lost, Wen Ming of the Taixue Academy seems to be cowardly and dare not play, Chu Jiangyue has not seen a figure, and Jiang Han, who has only recently become famous, may not be able to argue...... The feminine woman lightly lit her cigarette and said, "I have a way not to suffer this humiliation, and I can even laugh at it in the opposite way." ”

Cheng Wanli looked at the soft woman, although he didn't believe that she could do anything, but he still had a hint of hope: "Yin Hanguang, what can you do?" ”

Yin Hanguang chuckled, full of confidence: "The way to avoid this humiliation is very simple, we only need to do one thing." ”

"What's the matter?" Cheng Wanli hurriedly asked. Although Yin Hanguang is usually lazy and slack, he still has a lot of ideas.

"Switch to Buddhism."

“？？？”

"In this way, not only will we not have to be humiliated, but we can also laugh at a bunch of Confucianism."

“！！！” Cheng Wanli's eyelids jumped, what kind of traitor did the teacher accept as a thief as his father!

……

"It turns out that your name is Lord Shaohui." Only then did Jiang Han know the title of the county lord.

"Don't tell anyone my name." The county lord nodded slightly.

She looked at the stage, frowned, and said, "That monk has won again!" Didn't anyone argue with him? ”

Jiang Han also looked at Na Miaoyu, and his heart was slightly touched, the beauty of this monk's appearance was on par with Xu Yuemian!

Xu Yuemian's beauty is softness, and the beauty of this Miaoyu monk is feminine.

Next, another Confucian student came to the stage, but unfortunately he didn't argue for long before his face turned pale, obviously inferior to Miaoyu.

"Buddhism is good at sophistry, Confucianism really can't argue with him......" Jiang Han's eyes condensed slightly, this kind of sophistry is only afraid that many masters can't say it.

"Lord Shaohui." At this time, a gentle voice sounded from behind.

The county lord turned his head and saw a young man with a handsome appearance and a polite temperament.

"Wen Gongzi, it turns out that you are already here, why don't you end yet? Do you still want people to ask you to argue with that monk? The county lord was both happy and angry.

Wen Gongzi? He is Wen Ming among the four princes...... Jiang Han was stunned.

A trace of displeasure flashed on Wen Ming's face, and he said lightly: "I am already seventy percent sure in my heart, and I don't want to play yet, just to be safe...... Who is this brother next to the county lord? ”

The county lord said: "You don't know him? He is Jiang Han, Daxia Shikui! ”