Heirs of the Seven Swords of the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 1250 Family Heirloom

Tian Ming stood carelessly in the hall, facing everyone's gaze. He was in a state of social prowess most of the time and had no stage fright.

After taking a few steps forward, he found the only person he knew and the person who arranged for him to appear here. He deliberately asked with a nonchalant attitude:

"What, who is my opponent today?"

Tianming's acting skills cannot be said to be natural, but can only be said to be full of emotion.

Fortunately, he had such a strong energy that attracted attention that no one paid attention to his slightly stiff body movements.

Most of the Confucian disciples took a breath, secretly thinking that this man is so terrifying that he cannot be left here... Ah, no, I was surprised that he dared to speak to the Third Master with such an attitude and tone.

In fact, Zhang Liang has a very good temper towards his disciples. Most of the disciples are not afraid of him, but now he is in front of the master!

Isn't it inappropriate to wait for another punishment from Head Fu Nian?
  The fact was just as they thought. Fu Nian, who was sitting at the head, frowned even more.

What he is holding in now is quite uncomfortable!
  And one of the central figures in the incident, Gongsun Linglong, was directly angered by Tianming's simple words - how could anyone be more arrogant than me!
  However, she was embarrassed to lose her temper directly to a Confucian boy in public, so she could only suppress her anger, forced a smile and said, "Little brother, your opponent is me!"

"Ouch!" Tian Ming took a closer look and jumped back in fright, waving his hands in front of him in a defensive posture, "Where did the monster come from!?"

(╬￣俣)! ! !

This brat who doesn’t know how high the sky is!
  Hateful!
  Gongsun Linglong wanted to bite her teeth into pieces, but the more times like this, the more she cared about her demeanor.

Everything is to achieve the complete victory over Confucianism in the most perfect posture!
  With this mentality, Gongsun Linglong once again managed to suppress the anger in her heart.

"Ahem!" Zhang Liang coughed lightly and scolded Tianming, "Ziming, don't be rude!"

"This time, it's up to you to debate with the famous Mr. Gongsun."

"Oh..." Tianming had already recovered from the shock and surprise of seeing the 'Splendid Beauty' for the first time, but his face was still full of disgust, "Is my opponent this middle-aged fat aunt? It's obvious at first glance It’s too weak.”

"Why do you always give me this kind of stuff? There's no challenge at all..." Tian Ming pretended to be dissatisfied and complained, "Can't you find me some decent opponents?"

Zhang Liang was also very cooperative and nodded in response with a gentle smile, "Okay, I know I have wronged you."

Fat aunt...weak...goodie...

The veins on Gongsun Linglong's forehead were about to burst, and his eyes were almost red and bleeding, staring at the dawn.

At this time, there was only one thought left in her mind to maintain her sanity - she must defeat Confucianism!

"Really..." Tianming murmured dissatisfiedly as he walked to the seat opposite Gongsun Linglong, then sat down with his legs spread wide.

Of course he didn't know that he should kneel down to show respect at this time, so he naturally did it as he felt comfortable... Even if he knew, he probably wouldn't kneel down. Young Hero Tianming was not a person who would embarrass himself.

This move made Gongsun Linglong even more angry, and also made the superior Fu Nian's brows jump again.

"Okay, fat aunt, let's give the question!" After sitting down, Tianming waved his hand grandly, indicating that the other side could start.

You brat, let me show you how powerful my Gongsun family is!

Gongsun Linglong shouted fiercely in her heart, while maintaining a smile on her face, "Let's continue with the theme of White Horse, Not Horse."

"White horse?" Tianming stretched out his hand and pointed forward, "Are you referring to the horse next to you?"

"Horse? How can there be a horse here?" Gongsun Linglong covered her half-faced face with a mask, secretly chuckling, and responded artificially, "Taxue is clearly a white horse, not a horse!"

"Alas..." Tianming looked a little surprised and asked, "You mean the white horse... not the horse?"

"Exactly, a white horse is not a horse!" Gongsun Linglong's grin widened.

This kid was just as stupid as he looked, and he just jumped into the hole he dug.

"Hmm..." Tianming thought for a moment and nodded, "I think what you said makes sense!"

"A white horse is definitely not the same as a horse."

"Humph... of course." Gongsun Linglong snickered proudly.

At this time, Tianming said again, "Fat aunt..."

Brat!
  What a brat! ! !

Once again, the issue of beauty that Gongsun Linglong cared about most made her unable to suppress the anger in her heart, and her entire attention was in a trance.

When she came to her senses, she was shocked to find that her opponent, Tian Ming, was gone.

She looked around and saw him next to Baima Taxue - he was holding out his hand, probably ready to touch Taxue.

"What are you doing!?" Gongsun Linglong quickly stopped him.

Although she was talking nonsense throughout the whole debate, the white horse riding on the snow is indeed an heirloom of the Gongsun family. It can almost be regarded as a symbol of the Gongsun family. It is very precious.

When Tianming heard the voice, his half-stretched hand suddenly froze. He turned his head and glanced at Gongsun Linglong, who was staring closely at him, and took it back with a sneer:

"Hehe... I have never seen such a beautiful horse."

This is not a false flattery, but walking in the snow is really beautiful.

The smooth and pure white hair is neatly combed, without the slightest trace of color or dirt, and it even looks like it is shining when viewed against the light. The proportions of the horse's body are also just right, strong and powerful, and full of energy. It is worthy of being a careful generation of the Gongsun family. Offerings of family heirlooms.

The appearance of this horse is even better than the horse Gu Xun and Mo Ya rode when they came to Songhai... It's hard to say how well it will run. After all, the Gongsun family must only focus on appearance when training horses, and no one would think of riding them. A family heirloom.

Tianming's words of praise obviously spoke to Gongsun Linglong's heart, and even made her hate Tianming less.

But she has not forgotten that "a white horse is not a horse":
  "Little brother, you are wrong again. You should say it is a white horse."

"Oh, yes, this white horse is so beautiful!" Tianming followed suit and happily changed his tune.

Gongsun Linglong seemed like a rat who had stolen the oil, hiding behind the mask and laughing uncontrollably, mocking in her heart that there were such stupid disciples of Confucianism.

The Confucian disciples who were watching also lamented secretly in their hearts.

I thought there was a king coming, but it turned out that he was no better than a piece of scrap metal and was just a retard.

You really don’t hide from any of the holes dug by others, you just jump into them one by one from shallow to deep!
  You are an undercover agent sent by a celebrity, right?
  "My little brother is really discerning. Taxue is an heirloom passed down from generation to generation in our Gongsun family."

"Heirloom?" Tianming looked curious.

This expression deeply satisfied Gongsun Linglong's desire to show her face, making her even more comfortable, and she couldn't help but explain further:

"That's right, a family heirloom."

"This white horse is named Ta Xue. It only gives birth to one litter in its life. It is extremely precious. It has been passed down for sixteen generations from my ancestor Gongsun Longzi to the present. This is the only one!"

"Wow! It's so precious, no wonder it's a family heirloom!" Tianming stretched out his hand again and touched the white fur on the snow.

Because Tianming was full of praise for Texue, Gongsun Linglong turned a blind eye and didn't care about it. Touching it was nothing.

"Ho ho ho!" Gongsun Linglong smiled wildly and proudly, "Of course!"

At this time, Tianming seemed to have stepped on his left foot and his right foot. He was unable to use his strength to get up to the sky. Instead, he lost his balance and waved his hands randomly, and then unconsciously slapped Taxue hard on the buttocks. .     "Alas, alas, alas..."

Snapped!
  Originally, horses tended to run when their butt was stressed, not to mention that Texue had never been frightened as a family heirloom. Therefore, under the influence of Tianming's slap, Tuxue raised his hooves forward, let out a neighing sound, and then ran away like a child. .

Taxue: I’m free!
  Gongsun Linglong, however, stretched out her hand with a look of pain and despair, trying to save her family heirloom:
  "No! My horse!"

This cry, which is full of true feelings, can be said to be very sad and sad, which makes people feel sad when they hear it.

However, Ma Pin couldn't get out of his samadhi, so he mercilessly disappeared without a trace. He didn't even see the horse's ass, Gongsun Linglong.

Facts have proved that this horse’s pedigree is indeed good, and its running ability is not bad.

Tianming looked at the gradually dissipating smoke brought up by the horses, scratched his head in embarrassment, and looked at Gongsun Linglong:

"What a coincidence, fat aunt..."

"No! Let's talk about him being fat again! You brat!" Gongsun Linglong, who was careless and bereaved, finally couldn't continue the role and completely broke out. She roared at Tianming with a ferocious face and burning eyes.

Tianming held his head and squatted in defense under the roar, pretending to be trembling, and deliberately imitated Gongsun Linglong's speech tone and replied, "I'm wrong! I'm wrong! I... didn't mean it..."

"You did it on purpose!" Gongsun Linglong pinched his waist with one hand, spitting wildly, and pointed at Tianming with a mask in his other hand, "If you can't argue with others, then take revenge on their horses!"

"It's... the white horse." Tianming reminded weakly.

"Ahhhhh!!!" Gongsun Linglong felt like she was going to collapse. She jumped up and down and shouted, "Whether it's a white horse or a black horse, it's a family heirloom anyway!"

"I will definitely..." Tianming said with a smile, "I will definitely help you find it."

"You..." Gongsun Linglong wanted to curse loudly, but her voice suddenly stopped.

Angry, she remembered where she was now - the Confucian living room, surrounded by a group of people watching.

She glanced around with her peripheral vision and found that all the Confucian disciples were looking at her in shock, but Li Sifunian and others had first-rate concentration and looked as usual, as if they had seen nothing and nothing had happened.

Reason once again occupied the high ground of IQ, and Gongsun Linglong's face also resisted. It changed in a second, showing a kind smile again, shaking the mask lightly, as if nothing had happened.

No wonder, she has the nerve to say that she is as beautiful as a fairy, and her ability to do it in public is nothing.

"Little brother, what skills do you have that can bring back other people's heirlooms?"

"Oh, don't worry about that!" Tianming promised, patting his chest, "I will definitely get your heirloom back for you!"

He specially emphasized the accent on the word "heirloom".

First she encountered verbal violence - referring to the title of fat aunt, and then she was careless. Gongsun Linglong was now a little exhausted. In addition, she did not look at Tian Ming and only thought that he was a scourge that was rude, brainless and loved to cause trouble. I didn't pay attention to these details.

On the contrary, Li Si and Fu Nian in the hall had slight reactions at the same time.

Both of them realized that Gongsun Linglong's game might be coming to an end.

The victory gained by playing rogue with words will naturally be lost by others playing rogue.

Gongsun Linglong's status is an advantage when facing the three heroes of Qi and Lu, but it is a disadvantage when facing the Confucian juniors.

Tianming left the venue after finishing the guarantee.

After a while, he and an assistant, Shao Yu, or Zi Yu, returned here leading an old and skinny black horse.

It can be seen that this black horse must have been a high-quality horse when he was alive...when he was young. Like Tuxue, it was a solid color without any stray hairs, but it was just black.

But now that it is old and may die at any time, it is unsightly.

The body is so skinny that you can almost see the shape of bones. The wrinkled and messy hair has no luster and is stuck together in many places. The eyes are cloudy and dull. They are downcast and lack any vitality. They can't even breathe out. If you don't get frightened, you may die here on the spot.

Anyone who takes one look at it can conclude that this is an old dark horse that makes people worry about being dejected even if it kills or eats meat.

"Ah this..." Gongsun Linglong stared at the black horse in stunned silence, even a little worried that it would die in front of her eyes.

The Confucian disciples around him were confused as to what this unknown classmate was doing.

Nan Gong, who seemed to have been dozing off next to him, coughed twice. He didn't know if he was choking on his breath, or... he was laughing.

Xinghun curled his lips disdainfully.

What a boring farce, stupid ugly people, so ridiculous!

Tianming stood beside the black horse with a proud face and said to Gongsun Linglong:
  "Okay, I've found your heirloom for you!"

"Hmm!!!" Gongsun Linglong opened her mouth wide and looked at the horse. After regaining consciousness, she immediately retorted, "Absurd!"

"What's wrong?" Tianming asked innocently, scratching his head as if he didn't understand anything.

Seeing that Tianming's emotions were in place but his body language was not coordinated enough, Shaoyu hid aside and snickered secretly.

Gongsun Linglong did not pay attention to Shao Yu, pointed at the black horse and said plausibly:
  "My Taxue is a white horse, and this one is obviously a black and thin old horse, but you want to lie to me and say that this is Taxue!?"

"It's so ridiculous!"

"That's right!" Tianming looked like he had been wronged and explained seriously, "What a black and thin old horse? This is an heirloom of my family. It has been passed down for more than five hundred generations. Just this one, oh, yes Yes, its name is Ta Ren, and from today on, he will be your family’s heirloom Ta Xue!”

"That's total nonsense!" Gongsun Linglong waved her hand and replied angrily, "My Gongsun family is not blind. Why can't you see that there is a white horse and a black horse?"

"Hey! That's weird!" Tianming scratched his head and said in confusion, "According to your Gongsun family, isn't this just walking in the snow?"

"Nonsense!" Gongsun Linglong immediately retorted sharply.

"Now, listen, according to you, this horse is not the same as the white horse, so the white horse is not the same as the horse, right?" Tianming pretended to be helpless against you.

"So what?" Shaking his mask, Gongsun Linglong turned sideways and looked at Tianming angrily.

"That's right, you see, this stepping on snow is your family's heirloom, and stepping on people is our family's heirloom. In other words, stepping on snow is equal to a family heirloom, and stepping on people is also equal to a family heirloom." Tianming continued to explain.

Gongsun Linglong noticed something was wrong, but she was already so angry that she couldn't find any words to refute, so she could only yell indiscriminately, "Nonsense! You're talking nonsense!!"

"He's talking nonsense!!!"

She also tried to seek support from off-site, but unfortunately she was the only one present from the Gongsun family.

Tian Ming said to himself regardless, "Heirlooms are equal to family heirlooms, so stepping on the snow is equal to stepping on people."

"Is it okay what I said?"

"You...you!" Gongsun Linglong's chest rose and fell rapidly with anger, and her whole body was shaking. Her hand pointing at Tianming was trembling, but she was unable to refute this mindless logic of equal signs.

At this time, the excited discussions of Confucian disciples rang in her ears.

Gongsun Linglong realized that she might not be able to restore the glory of the Gongsun family today.

In desperation, she only felt that her eyes were black and her whole body was weak. She could not even hold the mask that she had been holding tightly in her hand, and it fell to the ground with a snap.

(End of this chapter)