Chapter 834 Goodbye Zhong Mei, Test

Xue Fufeng didn't speak anymore, just nodded slightly, then turned to look at Ci and Song, and slowly waved the folding fan in his hand.

"You three, hold your breath and concentrate, release your talents, I will take you to Tianguan." Hearing the words, the three of Ci and Song Dynasties immediately showed their talents, while Xue Fufeng waved the folding fan in his hand, and soft breezes flowed from him. It emanated from the body and enveloped the three people of Ci and Song.

The next moment, Ci Song and the others only felt that the surrounding scenery changed, and a strong sense of dizziness came. When they came back to their senses, the surrounding environment had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Originally, they were still in Yan Sheng Academy, but at this time, they appeared in another empty square.

What caught their eyes was an extremely majestic hall. A huge plaque hung above the hall, with three characters written on it: The Hall of Questioning Heart.

In front of the main hall, I saw an old figure holding a cattail leaf fan, sitting on a rocking chair, swaying, looking very uncomfortable. After seeing Xue Fufeng and Ci Song, this figure showed a smile on his face and waved the cattail leaf fan in his hand towards Xue Fufeng.

"What kind of weather is it today that brings you such a wind? How many juniors are you bringing with you?"

"Lao Zhongtou, I came today just to see you."

Xue Fufeng said with a smile and cupped his hands at the figure. "Stop doing this, you kid. Ever since you broke through to Half-Saint, the number of times you come to my place has become less and less."

Zhong Mei sighed with emotion, then turned to look at Ci Song, Bai Ye and Zhong Qi, and chuckled: "The growth speed of you three little guys really amazes me. The last time I saw you, you were all just Jinshi." Hanlin, now all three of them have broken through the ranks of Confucianism, and our Confucianism is in high demand."

"What? Ci Song, have you broken through the Confucian ranks?"

When Xue Fufeng, Bai Ye and Zhong Qi heard this, they immediately turned to look at Ci Song, their faces full of surprise.

"A lucky break." Ci Song smiled slightly and nodded.

"You are not lucky. You are only seventeen years old this year, right? A seventeen-year-old scholar??? Do you know how old I was before I became a scholar?"

When Xue Fufeng heard this, his eyes widened immediately.

Ordinary scholars, as long as they do not release the pressure of their talents, are no different from ordinary people. Even a sub-sage cannot see through their cultivation at a glance, unless they have practiced special skills or eye skills.

Just like Zhong Mei, he once practiced an extremely eccentric skill called: Qi Watching Technique, which can directly judge the cultivation level of others when they do not release the pressure of their own talents. Therefore, Zhong Mei can see through the Ci Song Dynasty at a glance. of cultivation.

As for the reason why Xue Fufeng was so surprised, it was also very simple. He was a Jinshi at the age of sixteen, a member of the Imperial Academy at the age of twenty, and a Great Confucian at the age of twenty-six. He was known as the Confucian genius, but the person in front of him was actually seventeen years old. He has already reached the level of Great Confucianism, which is nearly ten years longer than he did back then.

Although this was due to the blessing of the mirage dragon talent, at that time, when the mirage dragon talent blessed the Ci Song Dynasty, Ci Song was only in the realm of Juren, and the improvement of the Ci Song Dynasty by the mirage dragon talent can be said to be insignificant.

"I was a great scholar who didn't break through until he was twenty-six or five years old. You kid actually broke through as a great scholar at the age of seventeen. It's really infuriating that people are more powerful than others."

Bai Ye and Zhong Mei also had expressions of emotion on their faces, looking at Ci Song with eyes filled with relief.

"As a seventeen-year-old scholar, if your literary career is prosperous, you, the Ci boy, will definitely become a saint. It's a pity..."

Zhong Mei sighed regretfully, and then asked Xue Fufeng: "What are you doing here this time?"

"The Battle of Three Hundred Guards?"

When Zhong Mei heard this, he was slightly startled, then turned to look at Ci and Song, his eyes full of surprise.

"Why are you investigating this?"

"In order to give justice to those civil servants who guard the gates."

Ci Song took a step forward and held his hand to Zhong Mei.

salute. "Justice? Haha, little guy, do you know how involved this matter is? Do you know who is behind this matter? Why do you want to be fair to them?" Hearing this, Zhong Mei shook his head and said The lyricist Song asked.

"I don't know, but I'll find out."

"Check it out? Why are you checking it? Your life?"

A pressure belonging to the semi-saint emanated from Zhong Mei's body and enveloped Ci Song.

"Since ancient times, no one has died, and his loyal heart will be remembered by history. If the souls of those who passed away can be rested in peace, then why not be afraid of death?"

Facing the pressure of Half Saint Zhong Mei, Ci Song was not afraid. He raised his head and chest, looked at him, and spoke word by word.

"Okay, okay, what a good saying. Since ancient times, no one has died, and his loyalty will be remembered in history. We, the Confucian family, are really lucky to have disciples like you."

When Zhong Mei heard this, he immediately put his hands on his hands and laughed, and the pressure on his body also dissipated at this moment.

"Little guy, what you want to investigate involves a wide range of things, and the power behind it is even more terrifying. If you are not careful, it will be doomed. Are you sure you want to investigate?" "Sure."

Ci Song nodded and said firmly.

"Okay, since you want to investigate, I will give you a chance. As long as you can pass my test, I will tell you some of the details I know about the Three Hundred Guards War."

Zhong Mei took a deep breath and spoke slowly to Ci Song.

"What test?" Ci Song heard this and asked immediately.

"The three of you join forces to defeat me."

"What? Lao Zhongtou, you let these three young boys who are a fraction of your age defeat you?"

The master looked at Zhong Mei with disbelief, his tone full of confusion and shock.

"Age has never been a criterion for measuring strength." Zhong Mei replied lightly.

"This..." Ci Song hesitated when he heard this.

"What? Are you scared?" Seeing this, Zhong Mei said with a smile.

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's just..."

"Just what? With the blessing of Tianguan's talents, the three of you have now reached the level of literary giants. If the three of you can't defeat me together, then do you still need to investigate?"

"I..."

"You don't need to explain, I understand your concerns, but you have to know that the Three Hundred Guards War is still full of doubts. If you want to seek justice for the literati who guarded the gates, you must have enough strength, otherwise , Why are you seeking justice for them?”

Just when Ci Song was hesitating, Zhong Qi put his hand on Ci Song's shoulder, "Junior Brother Ci, I know what you are worried about. Since Uncle Gaozu took the initiative to put forward the test, we naturally have to prove to Uncle Gaozu that we are capable. The ability to find out the truth.”

After hearing Zhong Qi's words, Ci Song's eyes flashed with determination, then he took a deep breath, cupped his hands towards Zhong Mei and said, "Please give me some advice, Mr. Zhong."

Seeing this scene, Zhong Mei smiled and nodded. He slowly stood up from the rocking chair, turned to look at the Master, and said, "Fufeng, keep an eye on the Wenxin Hall for me, so that I can fight with them without worry."

"I think you just don't want these three children to investigate the truth. When I first broke through the Yasheng, I was defeated by you. How can these three children be your opponents now?"

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