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Chapter 49: Peace Begins! (First Order Request!)

The bronze tripod vibrated violently. At this moment, Li Guanyi seemed to hear the roar of dragons and tigers. He raised his head and saw that there seemed to be clouds gathering in the sky, swirling together, and in a trance he could see that they turned into a torrent collision, so vast and magnificent.

It seemed as if it wanted to swallow Li Guanyi himself.

Although it was clearly daytime, Li Guanyi seemed to have seen the light of the White Tiger Stars.

The convergence of the civil and martial energies seemed to engulf the Seven White Tiger Stars. Li Guan's internal energy unconsciously accelerated its circulation.

Xue Daoyong's voice awakened Li Guanyi from this magnificent picture.

"Guan Yi, Shuang Tao, what are you standing there for? Come and meet Master Wang."

Li Guanyi stepped forward to greet him. The teacher smiled and nodded, saying, "You are full of energy, what a good young man."

Xue Daoyong laughed loudly and walked with the Master arm in arm.

Changsun Wuchou naturally went with Li Guanyi and introduced the visitor to him.

This Guanyi City Literary Gathering was indeed the grandest one in the entire Chen State in the past thirty years. Many celebrities, aristocratic families, and great scholars from various schools came here and gathered around Wang Tong, who was surrounded by three disciples, the oldest of whom was in his early twenties.

One of them was from the Fang family of Qinghe, named Fang Ziqiao. He had a temperament as gentle as jade and was the most calm.

Changsun Wuchou smiled and said:
"The Qinghe Fang family is one of the most prestigious families in the world. Fang Ziqiao is the legitimate son and will be the head of the family in the future."

"He is a calm and resourceful person, and has gained some fame."

"The one who is about seventeen or eighteen years old is a member of the Du family in Jingzhao, Ying State. His name is Du Keming."

Changsun Wuchou pointed at a young man with his eyes closed.

Dressed in black, with sharp eyebrows and a temperament as sharp as a knife, Changsun Wuchou said softly: "He is decisive and never hesitates. He is also an outstanding person. Among Wen Zhongzi's disciples, Fang Ziqiao is resourceful, while Du Keming is decisive. I have heard of the list of counselors."

"Some people commented that these two young men are still very immature when separated. One is resourceful but indecisive, while the other is decisive but lacks strategy. But if they were put together, they might already be on the list, and they might be a promising combination to be ranked in the top ten counselors in the future."

"They are brothers who grew up together. They are the only ones who can join forces with each other."

A young man led the way and said calmly, "Dear guests, please take a seat."

Li Guanyi and Xue Shuangtao were able to sit in the front because of the old man of the Xue family. Zhangsun Wuchou sat next to Li Guanyi very familiarly, picked up two pieces of exquisite dessert and stuffed them into his mouth, without any restraint, which made people subconsciously feel close to him.

The culture of Chen State was at its peak, even higher than that of Ying State in the Central Plains, not to mention other places. These literati and celebrities all brought their own descendants. Li Guan took a quick look and roughly guessed something.

Sure enough, while drinking tea and listening to music, the housekeeper Qiao started to speak:

"Today, the teacher was invited by an old friend to come to Guanyi City to meet you all. This is already a grand event. There is one more thing. The teacher is proficient in all kinds of teachings and has four factions. The three schools of planning, judgment, and remonstration all have disciples. Now there is only one [faction] left, and no disciple has inherited his mantle yet."

"Teacher, I am here today to look for this last disciple."

The looks of many celebrities have changed.

Wang Tong had a very high reputation and had many disciples. Many of the children from noble families of Ying and Chen came to study under him.

For them, this itself represents a huge resource and opportunity, so the elders all stood up, and the young people stayed at the table. Xue Daoyong patted Li Guanyi on the shoulder and said, "Guanyi, I believe in you."

"Don't worry, just do your best!"

When Li Guan saw the file put down, it seemed that he was going to write an article. He glanced at it and his eyes twitched.

1. [It is so vast that no one can name it; it is so majestic that it has achievements, and it is so brilliant that it has articles]

2. [Water, Fire, Metal, Wood, Earth, and Valley]

3. [Fu gets 'Shixianqishi', gets text]

4. [Wearing a palace brocade robe on a moonlit night, I went boating and quarried stones, and wrote a poem with the rhyme of 'looking around and laughing proudly, as if no one is around'].

Li Guanyi: “…………”

What's this?
What is this?
Damn it, I have to send it.

Li Guanyi recognized every word on it, but when they were put together, he had no idea what they meant. At this time, all the children from noble families, including Xue Shuangtao, began to answer the questions, which were nothing more than dissecting the words of the saints and applying them to the current situation.

And write a fu using the word "wen" as the rhyme.

Li Guanyi had to admit that the more than ten years of systematic teaching for the children of aristocratic families was not in vain. He wrote furiously. The young man sighed, picked up the pen, and wrote on the file with his beautiful handwriting.

Li Guanyi!

Write your name.

It’s like writing a solution to a question in the past.

There is a comfort in my heart that it is not a blank paper at all.

Then I put the pen down there.

He sat there with his back straight. While everyone else was writing furiously, he was the only one sitting there alone. This caught the attention of Fang Zi Qiao, Du Keming, and the young man who was leading the way. It was not for any other reason, but that he was too eye-catching.

Du Keming raised his eyebrows and pointed at the file.

Answer the question. What are you looking at me for?
House Qiao, dressed in white, walked up to the young man, bowed his head and said gently: "Brother Li, is there anything difficult for you? Why don't you write?"

The young man answered directly: "I can't answer that."

The gentle gentleman was stunned, then smiled helplessly.

After thinking for a while, he came over again and brought some cakes to the young man. He said, "Well, just sit down and watch them answer the questions." Fang Zi Qiao's voice was warm. He looked at the three words written by Li Guanyi and praised, "The handwriting is very good."

With a smile on his face, he said, "If there's not enough tea, just knock on the table."

“It’s a rare experience.”

As expected, Li Guanyi began to drink his tea slowly, thinking about the changes in the bronze tripod.

He thought of what the Yin-Yang School’s [Si Ming] had said.

Are the storms of the world coming together?

This actually attracted the attention of other people, especially those young men from wealthy families who had hoped to talk to the girl but were interrupted by him. They all had a look of relief on their faces - they thought he was a man of both civil and military talents, but he turned out to be just a crude warrior.

I feel at peace in my heart!
It took a full hour to write this volume. In the end, Li Guanyi finished his tea, but he could not leave. He had to sit there quietly, closing his eyes and breathing. The celebrities and scholars outside were chatting about romantic matters. It was Fang Zi Qiao and Du Keming who put away the scrolls and put them in a thick pile.

All the famous people are here.

When Wang Tong went to read it, Xue Daoyong laughed out loud: "Hahaha, let's look at my son's first, hahaha, everyone, do you have any objections?" Everyone didn't dare to say anything, but just smiled and turned over the scroll. Wang Tong praised:

"Ms. Xue Shuangtao is eloquent and her writings are full of heroic spirit."

"Her poetry is graceful and graceful, like the water vapor of the south of the Yangtze River. There are not many women today who are more talented than her at this age."

There was a hint of eagerness in the eyes of the other celebrities, and they wanted to talk to Xue Daoyong about some private matters.

Xue Daoyong waved his hand and said straightforwardly:

"My granddaughter is very good, and look at my son Qilin."

Wang Tong smiled and nodded, looking for the scroll.

Fang Zi Qiao reached out his hand and pressed the file, saying gently: "...Mr. Xue, you can look at it later."

"The wine is warmed up, and there's a second round of questions."

Xue Daoyong burst into laughter: "Hahaha, silly child, what is there to not see?!"

"Come, come, come, let's enjoy it together!"

The old man pulled out the scroll and unfolded it as if he was showing off to his own nephew. Everyone was curious about what kind of talent could make Xue Daoyong, the lion of troubled times and descendant of Duke Xue, value him so much. They all looked over and saw that the scroll was as white as snow with a line of names on it, and the handwriting was extremely outstanding.

There was dead silence for a moment. Changsun Wuchou, who had grabbed a handful of Western Region melon seeds, was stunned.

"Um???"

"Um??!!"

How could someone with that kind of strategy not be able to answer this?

In order to take the faces of the various families into consideration, such a problem should be very simple.

After a long silence, someone stammered, "Well, the word is chic and unrestrained!"

Fang Zi Qiao said gently, "That young man has a dignified demeanor, he must be a man of great talent, he is young and rebellious, I think he doesn't think much of this question." Everyone agreed and praised him continuously, only Old Xue's mouth twitched, he felt really embarrassed about this brat, threw the blank paper away, pretended to be angry, and said:

"Where's Guanyi?"

"Come out here, old man!"

The quiet young man named Wei Xuancheng pointed to the pavilion in the distance and said quietly, "Just after I finished, I was dragged over there by a beautiful girl."

Old Xue's face turned pale and he chased after him. The others also followed him with smiles on their faces.

Du Keming said: "You really know how to grasp the key points, Xuancheng."

Wei Xuancheng said slowly: "You hit the nail on the head. I also want to see if that person is talented or just here to get free food and drinks."

The boy rubbed his wrist.

In one hour, he brewed seven pots of tea.

The copper kettle is heavy.

My wrist hurts.

The three of them walked over with a smile; this was their first meeting with the young man.

He was young and full of vigor and vitality, and was naturally arrogant.

The impression they had of each other wasn't very good.

When everyone went forward, they slowed down their pace. Master Wang Tong coughed lightly, and a breath of air spread out, concealing everyone's movements. Warriors are brave, but scholars also have corresponding means. Warriors are invincible at close range, but they have to get close.

Everyone saw a young man in a blue shirt sitting cross-legged in the pavilion covered by flowers. The black knife was too heavy, so he had to take it off and hold it in his arms. The girl in the fancy dress raised her eyebrows, paced back and forth, and asked suspiciously: "Guan Yi, why don't you answer?"

Li Guanyi sighed and said honestly: "I don't know how to do it, and I can't even understand it."

Xue Shuangtao looked at the young man in front of him and said:
"You don't act like you haven't read books when you tell stories from history books."

She had just heard those children from aristocratic families sneering softly, so she refuted it.

Then he got angry and asked Li Guanyi. The young man was open-minded and smiled while holding the knife:
"I just can't."

Not far away, Old Xue was helpless and could only think that Li Guanyi was not good at literature. Changsun Wuchou was curious, and the others were amused in their hearts. It was rare to see Old Xue being humiliated, and they also felt relieved. After all, with the old man's status, it would not be difficult for him to get this title.

Wang Tong smiled gently and said, "Mr. Xue, it's not good for us to listen in on the children's idle chatter."

Xue Daoyong said straightforwardly: "Yes, this kid is naughty. It is rude not to answer."

"The old man is here to apologize."

Wang Tong smiled and said, “No.”

"I have some good tea from outside the Great Wall. Please enjoy it with me, Mr. Xue."

But Xue Shuangtao still didn't believe it. She whispered, "It is so magnificent that the people cannot name it. It is so majestic that it has achieved success. It is so brilliant that it has articles. These are the articles of the Shangshu, which praise the great deeds of the ancient kings. This question is to praise the achievements of the current emperor."

The current emperor?

Li Guanyi did not answer.

He could not praise it, as Qian Zheng's one hundred and thirty-five coins were still safely wrapped.

If he saw the emperor, he would want to throw the one hundred and thirty-five coins in his face.

Holding the knife, he asked, "Are the achievements of the ancient kings still there?"

“He’s gone.”

"Yes."

"All the palaces have turned to dust."

The young man replied: "Prosperity or decline, it's the same left or right, it's just that one sentence."

"When prosperity occurs, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer."

Wang Tong, who was about to turn around and leave, suddenly stopped.

Xue Shuangtao said: "This is..."

Most people say that the country is destroyed and the people are suffering, but the weight of the first four words is even greater.

Li Guanyi smiled and said, "When I came..."

Xue Shuangtao took over the conversation and said, "It was chanted by an old man passing by, right?"

Li Guanyi applauded and said:
"Miss Bingxin is smart and has already answered first."

"The old man's surname is Zhang."

Xue Shuangtao didn't believe this. He looked at Li Guanyi and said, "Let's look at that question again. Mr. Wang Tong said that a scholar's ambition is to first have character and then literature. This is what is meant by a scholar's character. This is asking about your ambition and character. Any student can answer a few words."

Li Guanyi flicked his finger and flicked the knife, smiling and said, "I am a warrior."

"Not good with words."

Xue Shuangtao gently kicked the boy's calf.

Then he saw his grandfather over there, and saw Xue Daoyong took the initiative to reveal his face and wink wildly. Li Guan, who had his back to the old man, did not notice because of the literary aura concealed by Master Wang Tong and Xue Daoyong who took the initiative to restrain himself. Xue Shuangtao thought about it and stretched out his hand.

On her fair palm, there was a golden jade ring, and she smiled and said, "Well, Mr. Keqing."

"A gold bracelet inlaid with jade, for which I will buy you to tell me your ambitions."

"Is this a good deal?"

The young man smiled and said, "Okay."

"When I came here, I happened to meet two gentlemen, and they happened to say something to each other."

"I wonder if you want to listen to the civil or the military approach, young lady?"

Xue Shuangtao asked: "What if it's martial arts?"

Li Guanyi thought for a moment and said, "A real man lives between heaven and earth."

"When you raise your three-foot sword, you can conquer the four seas and accomplish unparalleled feats!"

He said it in a teasing tone, without uttering the sentence, "How can I be depressed and inferior to others for long?"

Just holding a three-foot sword and accomplishing unprecedented feats is already extremely upright.

A gleam of light flashed in Changsun Wuchou's eyes.

Xue Shuangtao nodded in confusion and asked curiously, "What if it's Wen?"

"Wen?"

Li Guanyi held the knife, thinking of what he had seen and heard during this period, and his experience of wandering for ten years, he said leisurely: "Establish a heart for the world, and establish a life for the people."

Just one sentence, but it conveys a boundless and expansive vision.

House Joe's smile paused slightly.

"Continue the unique learning for the Holy Spirit."

Du Keming raised his eyebrows.

The boy was about to say that last sentence naturally, just to make his friend happy.

But he suddenly stopped, for some reason, as if something was blocking his heart. Qian Zheng's letters home, the old farmer who sold his daughter, and this damn world flashed before his eyes, and then began to churn in his chest like flames.

At this time, the last sentence did not seem to be simply read out.

The reason is ridiculous.

Because Li Guanyi really understood that last sentence.

The first three sentences are just rote recitation.

When you are reading, you will not understand the power of words at all. Only after experiencing a long time and seeing many things, at a certain moment, education has reached a closed loop. The words you recited in your youth will hit your eyebrows as accurately as a sword.

Li Guanyi raised the black knife and pointed it at the sky and the earth in front of him.

At this moment, he understood the weight of those words, so the last sentence was like a flame bursting out of his heart. He spoke softly, as if he was speaking his own voice to the world for the first time -

"For eternity, bring peace."

Then the famous scholars were speechless.

(End of this chapter)