The disciples of Confucianism watched their little uncle, who had a bad reputation, come on the field, and their faces suddenly turned weird, and no one here was frightened by the reputation of this little uncle, but they were all relieved.

In the Little Sage Village, you can say that Uncle Xiao is bad and Uncle Xiao is unruly, but you can't say Uncle Xiao's dishes, this is a rule that all disciples remember together.

Gongsun Long looked at Fu Nian.

"Senior Brother Ziyou is indeed a disciple of his uncle, and he is also the youngest, and he has lived in seclusion in the Little Sage Village with his uncle since he was a child, so his reputation is not obvious." Fu Nian got up and explained.

With Fu Nian's words, everyone also retracted their gazes, looking forward to whether this Xun Fuzi could defeat the famous one.

"Below, Gongsun Bai, under the tutelage of the head of the family, Mr. Gongsun Long, what do you have to say?" Gongsun Bai was not arrogant, but very humble and took the initiative to let Ziyou choose.

"I heard that there is a debate among famous experts, saying: White horses are not horses? Yesterday my nephew lost on this issue, how do we continue today? Ziyou said softly.

"Absolutely." Gongsun Bai was slightly stunned and continued.

As soon as he heard the topic of white horses and non-horses, Gongsun Long couldn't help but become serious, because this topic was put forward by him, and he was also looking forward to what method Ziyou would use to solve his own problem.

This debate is also one of his hole cards.

Gongsun Long motioned for his disciples to bring the snow troll, and soon a snow-white horse came to the high platform.

"This is the heirloom of my grandson's family, a white horse stepping on the snow." Gongsun Bai said.

"A good horse indeed." Ziyou looked at the white horse with a smile on his face.

The Confucian disciples in the audience saw the familiar smile on Zi You's face, and their faces suddenly became even more weird, especially Zi Guan, who was whispering to Fu Nian

"Uncle Xiao has set his sights on this white horse."

After speaking, Ziguan looked at the famous family with a hint of pity in his eyes, as far as he knew, the things that their little uncle was eyeing had never run away from him.

Fu Nian's face sank, and he was speechless.

"Mr. Ziyou is wrong, stepping on the snow is clearly a white horse, not a horse." Gongsun Bai said.

"You're right, it's true that it's not a horse to tread snow, it's a white horse." Ziyou looked at the snow and nodded with satisfaction, and said, "It is said that this horse is the heirloom of your grandson's family, right?" ”

Seeing Ziyou admit that the white horse is not a horse, the Confucian disciples in the audience suddenly became nervous, and Ziguan also lost the debate like this yesterday.

And Gongsun Long was not only not happy when he saw Ziyou fall into the trap, but he was a little nervous, and he always felt that something was trying to get away from him.

"Yes, it has been passed down for eight generations, and it was captured by the teacher when he was a child." Gongsun Bai said.

"In other words, this horse is the property of Gongsun Longzi." Ziyou said that Gongsun Long, as the head of a famous family, deserves to be a son.

"That's true." Gongsun Bai didn't know what Ziyou was going to say, but he still followed Ziyou's words.

Saying that, Ziyou was about to step forward and take away the snow, but Gongsun Bai didn't understand what Ziyou was going to do, so he immediately stopped him

"What is Brother Tai going to do?"

"Take back what belongs to my Confucianism?" Ziyou said innocently.

"Treading snow is the thing of my grandson's family, when did it become a Confucian thing?"

"Nonsense, this horse is clearly the property obtained by my teacher Xun Fuzi, how can it be your grandson's family?" Ziyou said indignantly in an instant.

"This...."Gongsun Bai saw Ziyou say this, and immediately understood Ziyou's thoughts, and at the same time thought that this kind of scoundrel method is really the true biography of Master Xun?

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned, especially Gongsun Long, but after thinking about it, he also understood, Ziyou wanted to use his spear to protect his shield.

Very powerful boy, it's just that this method is a bit rogue, is this person really taught by Xun Qian? Gongsun Long thought.

But the Confucian disciple's face showed a relieved expression, and sure enough, the little uncle was still the same little uncle.

"What do you mean?" Gongsun Baipi said with a smile, he wanted to know what Ziyou should do.

"Treading snow is a white horse, not a horse, it is the thing of Gongsun Longzi, not the thing of Gongsun's family, so to speak, Gongsun Longzi is one of the sons, and Xunfuzi is also one of the sons, Gongsun Longzi is equal to one of the sons, Xunfuzi is equal to one of the sons, then Gongsun Longzi is equal to Xunfuzi, stepping on the snow is naturally my teacher's thing, why can't I take it away?" Ziyou asked rhetorically.

"Interesting boy." The six-fingered black man looked at Zi You, who was talking nonsense with his eyes open, and said with a smile, although everyone knew that Zi You's words were fake, but according to the debate of the white horse and the non-horse, it also made sense.

"Will this man really be my future rival?" The girl also looked at the red pine nut in confusion, she really couldn't think of why she would want to compete with this kind of robber in the future.

"Don't underestimate anyone, don't use simple actions to distinguish a person, there is no simple person in the hundred sons, they are all human spirits." Chi Songzi sighed.

In such a war-torn era, there are a few who can survive and become the sons of the princes, but the descendants of each family try their best to beautify their ancestors.

Just when everyone is waiting for Gongsun Bai, how should he answer? Unless you say that Gongsun Longzi is not one of the sons, so that you will belittle your teacher and become a person who will do whatever it takes to win or lose, will you still have the face to appear in front of the world in the future?

"No, how can my teacher, Gongsun Longzi, be compared to Master Xun? The teacher is a doctor of Zhao Guo, and Master Xun used to be a doctor of Chu State, how can the two be equal? "Gongsun Bai has not been cheated in vain all these years.

In today's terms, the white horse is not a kind of sophistry, which separates the conceptual category of things, and in simple terms, Gongsun Long said that the white horse is not equal to the horse, not that the white horse does not belong to the horse.

"Both are human beings, how are they different." Ziyou said.

"Of course the two are different, one governs the northern people in the north, the other governs the southern people, and the monarch who is loyal to them is also different, how can they be compared?" Gongsun Bai said.

"I admire Your Excellency's prowess, and I admire Your Excellency's courage even more." Ziyou said inexplicably to Gongsun Bai.

"What do you mean?"

"Your Excellency actually said in public that the officials of the Zhao State and the officials of the Chu State are not human, shouldn't it be called a bold and reckless act?" Ziyou said in a voice like a Hong Zhong.

"That's not what I mean." Gongsun Bai explained, and after speaking, he was stunned, and couldn't help showing a wry smile on his face, it turned out that he was waiting for him here.

"What do you mean? The people of Zhao and Chu are both people, so the white horse should also be a horse. Ziyou said.

Hearing the debate between Ziyou and Gongsun Bai, many people looked confused, but some people already understood, and Gongsun Long sighed helplessly, Chu people are not people, white horses are not horses, and Gongsun Bai lost not in theory, but in the use of potential.

"Interestingly, this kind of use of potential is more like a means of Guigu." The six-fingered black man looked at Ziyou on the high platform and said.

On the other side, the Yin and Yang family's eyes looking at Ziyou were also full of curiosity, and their representative was Chu Nangong.

"Looks like I won, sister." Concubine Yan said with a narrow smile on her face, just now they bet on who would win between Ziyou and Gongsun Bai, and the moon god lost.

Chu Nangong coughed lightly, and the moon god and Concubine Yan stopped laughing anymore and continued to maintain their posture.

"Willing to gamble." Although the moon god was unwilling, he had to admit it.

"Lost under the bottom." Gongsun Bai bowed to Ziyou.

"Concession." Ziyou replied.

"Win, win!!" The disciples of Confucianism said in a low voice and excitement when they saw Ziyou win.

Many people who eat melons don't understand why Gongsun Bai admits defeat, but it is certain that Confucianism has pulled back a game, and he has firmly remembered Ziyou on the stage.