This is a test for all Confucian disciples.

The genius Gongsun Linglong who can face the sophistry of famous masters is naturally talented. If he wins, he will be famous, but if he loses, he will lose face.

Not only his own face was lost, but the face of Confucianism was also lost together.

"In this case, it's up to me to ask Mr. Gongsun for some advice."

Just when everyone was hesitating, a Confucian disciple with a slightly short body and a slightly fat body walked out.

"The next one is a Confucian disciple, Zimu, please let Mr. Gongsun enlighten me."

Zimu stepped forward, sat on the ground, and gave a polite salute.

"Haha..." Seeing Zimu coming up, Gongsun Linglong covered his mouth and chuckled, not even revealing his face.

Seeing Zimu come on stage, a disciple dressed as a scholar said, "The first reconciliation between the two sides is about birds."

Taking birds as the subject, without any subdivisions, this subject itself has many breakthroughs.

"Excuse me, Xiongtai, do you know about birds?" Gongsun Linglong was the first to ask after knowing the theme.

"I know." Zimu said without being nervous at all.

"Then do you know whether the birds in the sky are happy or unhappy?" Gongsun Linglong took advantage of the question and asked rhetorically.

"Uh..." Zimu was stunned for a moment, then changed his mind and said, "Does the master know about the happiness of flying birds?"

Zimu said in a low voice, looking slightly nervous.

Many people are standing on the edge of the ring, and if he loses, Zimu's reputation will be ruined.

"Of course I know if the birds are happy." Gongsun Linglong covered his mouth and chuckled.

"Is that happiness or unhappiness?" Zimu grasped this question and pressed him step by step.

Gongsun Linglong is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and by now, her eyes have flashed countless rays of light.

"Of course I'm happy!" Gongsun Linglong replied without hesitation.

"Sir, I'm just joking." Zimu's face was indifferent, and he continued, "Sir is not a flying bird, how can you know that the flying bird is fast?"

"Oh? You can't know Asuka's happiness without Asuka?"

"That's natural. My husband is not a bird, but it's absurd to say that he knows the happiness of a bird." Zimu looked disdainful.

"Is it really absurd?" Gongsun Linglong's big mouth under the mask, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and said: "Then, Xiongtai is not me, but asserting that I don't know the happiness of birds, is this not absurd and what is it?"

"what!"

When Gongsun Linglong said this, everyone at the scene was shocked.

"My God, what a powerful woman, I didn't expect Zimu to fall into a disadvantage without knowing it." A disciple said softly.

"This Mr. Gongsun, although she is a woman, has the ability to speak eloquently, but it is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Even Senior Brother Zimu is not her opponent. It is simply too scary."

The Confucian disciples on the side nodded when they heard the words, with a dignified look in their eyes.

"This...this..." For a while, Zimu was speechless, his eyes wandering, and he quickly thought about how to deal with it.

In the corner, an ordinary-looking young man heard the words and secretly said in his heart: "This Gongsun Linglong is really good at speaking."

Although this person's complexion is very ordinary, he has a pair of deep eyes. The scene just now was deeply remembered in his mind.

This person is Wang Feng after Yi Rong.

Under Zhang Liang's arrangement, Wang Feng had a new identity, transformed into a Confucian disciple, and was fortunate enough to participate in such conferences.

"Zimu, you step back." Fu Nian knew that Zimu had lost, so he said.

Although Zimu was unwilling on the field, but if he loses, he loses. If he stays any longer, he will undoubtedly bring his own humiliation.

Zimu respectfully bowed to Gongsun Linglong as a Confucian scholar, then bowed back and returned to his position.

Zimu's failure was not because he was not careful enough, but because Gongsun Linglong had a deep understanding of sophistry, and ordinary people could not fight against it.

"Next, I don't know which Xiongtai is willing to come to enlighten me?"

After defeating Zimu, Gongsun Linglong once again swept his gaze to the surrounding Confucian disciples with a disdainful smile on his face, as if the victory just now did not arouse her interest at all.

"A child is not a fish, so how can you know the joy of a fish? This is a famous sentence from "Zhuangzi. Autumn Water". This person is not only well-informed and remembered, but also flexible, really amazing."

Wang Feng watched it from the sidelines, but Zimu stepped into the opponent's trap step by step, but he still didn't know it, and the loss was not wronged.

The Confucianists lost the first battle and did not give up, and then a Confucian disciple who was very talented and learned stepped forward.

This person's name is Ziyou, about thirty years old, and he debated with Gongsun Linglong about the rise and fall of the sun and the way of life and death.

Although Ziyou was extremely cautious, every time he answered a question, he seemed to step into an invisible vortex, and he was pulled deeper and deeper step by step, and in the end he didn't even know how he lost.

As Gongsun Linglong said to Zi Lobby in the last sentence: "From the moment you start with the hope of winning, you are doomed to fail."

This sentence has to be said very aptly, Ziyou was trying to grasp the center of the problem at all, and was completely played by Gongsun Linglong with applause. The two were not on the same level at all.

Two-game losing streak!

This is the failure that Confucian Xiaoshengxianzhuang has never had since its establishment.

Some of the Confucian disciples in the audience finally couldn't stand it any longer.

Immediately afterwards, one by one, the masters of discrimination and harmony came out from among the Confucian disciples, trying to defeat the world-famous Gongsun Linglong.

But without exception, they all failed.

"Confucianism is known as a heroic article, why can't even say a complete sentence."

Gongsun Linglong stood in the field, one person against six in a row, all of them were speechless by the opponent's words, and ended up sadly.

The experts in Confucianism and discrimination were all filled with righteous indignation, but there was no way to do it.

Not to mention other things, Gongsun Linglong is indeed well-deserved in terms of the way of discriminating and reconciling, and there are absolutely very few people in the world who can fight against him.

All of Li Si's party had a smile on their faces, but in the Confucian school, except for the three major leaders, the rest of the disciples all looked ugly, and they didn't know what to do.

When Gongsun Linglong won the seventh white horse not a horse debate, with a hint of arrogance in his eyes, he smiled and said, "It turns out that Confucianism, who has always been a good teacher, is only so much."

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Chapter 416

"Not to mention that it is on a par with Master Li's legal school, even if it is compared with my famous Gongsun family, it is not as good as it is, haha!"

Gongsun Linglong has won seven games in a row against Confucianism. In terms of sophistry, it is really difficult for Confucianism to find an opponent to compete with her, especially the debate on the white horse is not a horse. So far, no one can beat it.

All the Confucian disciples who were present did not dare to speak out. After all, they had already lost seven games in a row. If they lose again, I am afraid that the reputation of Confucianism will be ruined.

The Confucian disciples at the scene did not dare to appear at will, Gongsun Linglong's mouth was too powerful.

Li Si's harassment was not ruthless. He did this to let the Confucians know that this world is not only Confucian, there are many masters, and if the Confucians do not understand the heart of Your Majesty, they may be replaced.

The Qilu Sanjie present are all smart people, how could they not see Li Si's troubles?

It is a pity that no one of the Confucian disciples has dared to step forward. If they win, they will turn the tide, but if they lose, they will be the sinners of Confucianism!

"Mr. Gongsun's sophistry is truly unparalleled in the world. I have heard of Mr.'s name for a long time, and he is like a thunderbolt.

At this moment, a lazy voice sounded in the corner. Listening to the tone of the voice, it was as if he hadn't woken up, and he felt extremely light and powerless.

Everyone looked for fame, and saw a tall and straight man standing in the corner, but his appearance was extremely ordinary, the kind that can't be found when thrown into the crowd.

Seeing this man stand up, Zhang Liang's mouth twitched slightly, and a faint smile appeared in the corners of his eyes, but he concealed it so well that no one noticed.

Needless to say, the person who can make Zhang Liang show such an expression must be someone he recognizes and trusts.

There was no one else in the room except Wang Feng.

Wang Feng's appearance shocked everyone, because none of the people present had any impression of him.

"Who is this person? I have been in Xiaoshengxianzhuang for ten years, but I have never seen him."

"I don't know, there are many disciples in the village, there are thousands of people, and many of each generation of disciples travel abroad all the year round, even if they haven't seen each other for ten years, it is normal."

"Yes, looking at this person's dress, there is no doubt that he is a Confucian disciple. Perhaps his appearance is too ordinary, so I didn't notice it."

The disciples off the field speculated and discussed in a low voice.

But they didn't have too much speculation about Wang Feng's identity. After all, even the three leaders didn't say anything, and they naturally didn't think much about it.

With a smile on his face, Wang Feng put his hands behind his back, walked to the field step by step, and stood opposite Gongsun Linglong.

Fu Nian and Yan Lu relaxed slightly when they saw Wang Feng appear.

They didn't know Wang Feng's identity, but when Zhang Liang introduced Wang Feng to them, he tested him on the spot with a problem, and it turned out that no one could stumped him.

"Oh, when did Confucianism have such a mediocre disciple? Do people in the world say that Confucianism knows how to appreciate beautiful things, is it just boasting? This brother looks like a long.... It is really commendable. what."

When Gongsun Linglong saw Wang Feng's appearance in the field, he immediately spoke sarcastically, showing no mercy at all.

Originally, she was still a little jealous of Confucianism. After all, Confucianism was known as the largest faction in the world, but after Gongsun Linglong won seven games in a row in the battle, the fear in her heart gradually disappeared.

"I'm sorry aunt, in front of you, I'm really sorry for the eyes of everyone present. In terms of appearance, aunt is much better than me."

Wang Feng cupped his hands embarrassedly, and said with a slightly ashamed expression.

"Hahaha!"

Hearing Wang Feng's remarks, many of the Confucian disciples present couldn't help laughing out loud, but due to etiquette, everyone could only cover their mouths with their hands and try not to leak their voices.

"You..." Gongsun Linglong pointed at Wang Feng, and his anger rose up.

With her wisdom, how could she not be moved by what this person called Xiaoyao was referring to?

Didn't that make it clear that he was sorry for everyone present with his appearance?

Gongsun Linglong forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, a sneer appeared on his face, and secretly said: "I'll let you know how powerful I am in a while, stinky boy."

"Okay, now is not the time to talk about this, and it's time for our reconciliation to begin."

Gongsun Linglong picked up the mask and covered his face to hide the unhappiness on his face.

"Auntie please come up with a question." Wang Feng sneered and continued to tease.

Just kidding, with Wang Feng's real face, it is enough to make women in the world go crazy, but it is a little more ordinary. This so-called genius of sophistry dares to ridicule himself on the spot, that is absolutely unforgivable.

"Since Xiongtai is ready, the little girl will start to ask questions." Gongsun Linglong's face behind the mask was almost distorted, but this was not the time for her to get angry, so she said, "Xiongtai, why don't we still How about the white horse in front of you?"

"This is the family heirloom of my Gongsun family, called Ta Xue."

Gongsun Linglong reached out and stroked the snow-white hair on Ta Xue's body, his eyes full of contentment.

The white horse of Gongsun's family is not a horse, and is famous all over the world. So far, no one can beat Gongsun Linglong in discrimination and harmony.

Wang Feng was ordinary in appearance, and was sitting at the edge of all the disciples. Gongsun Linglong concluded that he must be the most ordinary and worst student in the Confucian school, otherwise he would not be treated like this.

"Oh... what a white horse, since this is the title of the aunt, then this is the title."

Wang Feng pretended to be surprised and said lightly.

From the previous debate between Gongsun Linglong and Zicong, Wang Feng could see clearly from the side and hear clearly that this white horse is not a horse is Gongsun Linglong's strongest question.

Having read the stories in the anime, Wang Feng is not afraid at all, no matter how powerful Gongsun Linglong is, he has a way to deal with it.

"This is the white horse that my Gongsun family has passed down from generation to generation, but it is not a horse." Gongsun Linglong's face showed a sarcastic look behind the mask. She is very confident that her white horse is not a horse. No one can answer this question. beat her.

"You mean, this white horse is not a horse?" Wang Feng asked deliberately.

"Exactly, a white horse is not a horse!"

"Well...that makes sense, but such handsome white horses are indeed rare. I have never seen such a handsome horse in any country." Wang Feng seemed to be talking to himself, but he said If so, everyone present listened carefully.

Hearing this, the numerous Confucian disciples present shook their heads involuntarily, their eyes filled with disappointment

Chapter 417: The Speechless Gongsun Linglong

When Gongsun Linglong heard the words, he covered his mouth and chuckled, and the look of contempt in his eyes was even stronger. Sure enough, a student who is not in the stream is not in the stream. Compared with those Confucian disciples before, this student named Xiaoyao is simply an idiot.

"You're right, this white horse has been passed down from generation to generation in our Gongsun family, and it is the heirloom of the Gongsun family!"

"Heirloom?" Wang Feng asked with a slight twist at the corner of his mouth.

"This white horse is extremely precious. It only has one child in its life. It has been passed down for sixteen generations since our ancestor Gongsun Longzi, and it is only one." Gongsun Linglong deliberately said the word heirloom, as if It is showing the preciousness of the white horse.

"That's really a family heirloom."