The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have an innate ability.

Chapter 35 Wei Cang is full of confidence!
"My senior brother really can't wait even for a day."

Counting the days on his fingers, Li Qingchen chuckled and shook his head.

Today is the last day of the two-year period.

"Well, it's time to put a perfect end to Changqing's two years of study."

"I just hope that little Lingsi won't be hurt by the shock."

Li Qingchen smiled helplessly. Why did he have to find Chang Qingwenbi when there were so many other people to look for?

Even Shuhan, a literary saint, was suppressed by Changqing and could not even raise his head, let alone Lingsi, who had just become his disciple.

Without thinking too much, Li Qingchen closed his eyes slightly, and his spiritual consciousness penetrated the heaven and earth.

……

Zhongzhou, Holy College.

In the Wentang Hall, the immortality tablet belonging to Ruxian suddenly shone brightly.

Not long after, a slightly illusory figure in a green shirt walked out.

Everyone who was reading in the literary hall was surprised when they saw the newcomer, and then bowed to him with fervent respect.

"We greet Mr. Li."

Li Qingchen smiled and nodded when he heard this, then glanced outside the academy and spoke softly,
"Serve tea and welcome guests."

Although they did not see any guests, the scholars did not dare to be careless. They quickly made tea and stood by the door with their hands behind their backs, waiting for the guests to arrive.

After a moment, there was a burst of noise outside the academy.

Then an old man with white hair and bright eyes strode towards him.

"Humph! You'll be back soon."

Seeing Li Qingchen, Wei Cang didn't have a good expression at all and went straight to his seat and sat down.

Li Qingchen was not annoyed when he saw this, because he knew that his senior brother had some resentment towards him.

"Brother, the deadline has just arrived and you are already urging me to come. Are you in such a hurry?"

Li Qingchen chuckled and poured a cup of tea for Wei Cang himself.

"Urgent? Of course I am!"

After looking at Li Qingchen for a long time, Wei Cang slowly said, "I have waited long enough to win you."

"From black hair to grey hair, from passionate youth to old age!"

"How long do you want me to wait? How long can I wait?"

Wei Cang smiled and said, "I know that beating you once doesn't prove anything."

"But at least after I die, I can say this to the old man with pride when I see him!"

“I’ve won before!”

Winning is Wei Cang's obsession, and it is a resistance to the unfair treatment he received from his father.

His voice was calm, but to Li Qingchen it sounded hysterical.

He was silent for a long time, not knowing how to respond.

If it was really a simple victory or defeat, he would have had countless opportunities over the years to help Wei Cang.

But no!

This was the only instruction his master gave him before he died.

Wei Cang cannot win, he can only lose. Only by constantly failing can his path be fully realized!
In other words, the truly terrifying inheritance of the Wei family can only be sublimated to the extreme after being suppressed to the extreme.

"Brother, when you truly attain enlightenment, you will understand."

"In the eyes of the master, you are the best one."

Li Qingchen sighed in his heart and suppressed the emotions churning in his heart.

He looked at his white-haired senior brother, hardened his heart, and said:

"Brother, since I have promised you the competition, I will not break my promise. However, the competition cannot be held in Zhongzhou, but in the Southern Region."

"At the same time, during the competition, no one may reveal their identity and cultivation level, and they must all behave as ordinary people."

Now that the two-year period has arrived, Changqing is about to start practicing.

Of course, he couldn't let the Su family's hard work go to waste just because of a simple competition.

Wei Cang waved his hand upon hearing this. Although he was curious, he did not ask any more questions and said directly:
"As long as you can arrive on time, none of this will be a problem."

"Today I will ask the great scholar Mo Lan and the great scholar Yi Xian to be witnesses."

Seeing that the discussion was almost finished, Wei Cang stood up and prepared to ask for help.

At this time, Li Qingchen stopped Wei Cang and said, "Brother, there is no need to alert outsiders to our family affairs, right?"

"Whether we win or lose, we can count it then, right?"

Mo Lan and Yixian, these two may not be very strong in cultivation, but their status in Confucianism and Taoism is extremely high.

They even became famous before Li Qingchen, and they were two respected Confucian elders. Li Qingchen's reason for stopping Wei Cang was very simple. First, it was just a simple competition, and there was no need to trouble others.

Secondly, he was also afraid that Wei Cang would lose too miserably and be laughed at if it got out.

After all, Changqing and Lingsi are not opponents of the same level at all.

"What's wrong with our family? No matter what happens, we must seek justice!"

Wei Cang looked at Li Qingchen and said seriously:

"I know you don't stand a good chance of winning this time, so I want to save some face."

“But sometimes defeat is not necessarily a bad thing.”

"Although I am sure to win this time, even if I lose, I will not be defeated. I will only become stronger!"

After saying this, Wei Cang turned around and left.

Li Qingchen looked at Wei Cang who was leaving, pondering what he had just said, and a smile appeared on his face.
"My brother, the truth will soon be accomplished."

……

Zhongzhou City.

After leaving the Holy Academy, Wei Cang went straight to invite two great scholars and went all the way to the White Deer Academy.

The two great scholars, Mo Lan and Yi Xian, although they were old and had white hair, were very interested in this literary competition.

After all, both parties in this competition are famous figures in Confucianism and Taoism, and they also want to see who will win.

Therefore, Wei Cang didn't need to say anything more and they went there happily.

On the way, the great scholar Mo Lan asked with a smile: "I saw that the head of the Wei Academy was smiling all the way. It seems that he is very confident in this literary competition?"

"Hahaha, although I started late, I have some talent. I think it shouldn't be difficult for me to win this literary competition."

Hearing the question, Wei Cang couldn't help but laugh out loud twice, with an unconcealable smile on his face.

He felt that this competition with Li Qingchen was the closest he had ever been to winning!
For a moment, there was a bit of the youthful vigor and vitality.

After all, that was the person who had oppressed him all his life, how could he not be excited?

"Oh? Where does Chief Wei's confidence come from?"

"He is Qingchen's disciple. Although he joined the sect a little late, I think he is not an ordinary person."

The great scholar Yixian at the side asked curiously.

"Haha, confidence of course comes from strength."

Upon hearing this, Wei Cang praised him generously: "Lingsi has been practicing Confucianism since he was young, and has a good talent for literature. Now he has mastered the two arts of playing the zither and chess, and has already achieved great success!"

"I just started to enter the realm of 'meaning' in calligraphy and painting not long ago!"

"Two seniors, tell me, is my confidence fake?"

Mo Lan and Yi Xian couldn't help but say with admiration when they heard this:
"At such a young age, he can already comprehend the realm of 'intention', and there are two more! His peers may not be able to compare with him. He can be called a genius!"

"Qingchen's disciples were not well-known in the past, and I have only taught them for two years. I am afraid it will be difficult for them to win this time."

In Confucianism and Taoism, those who can understand the "intention" are all great figures.

Considering Lingsi's current age, even the two great scholars could not find any fault with him. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a genius.

"Hahaha."

Hearing the praise from the two great scholars, Wei Cang's smile became even wider.

"In fact, the most powerful spiritual power is not in music, chess, calligraphy or painting, but in poetry!"

"I once accidentally heard her poetry, and even I couldn't compare to her."

The two great scholars' eyes lit up when they heard this.

Wei Cang is also the head of an academy and a great master of Confucianism and Taoism. How amazing must it be that his poems can make Wei Cang feel inferior to him?

The great scholar Mo Lan couldn't help but ask, "Head of the Guards, can you please listen to the music and appreciate it?"

Wei Cang smiled and said, "I only heard the first two sentences. I didn't ask for the full answer."

"That poem should have been prepared by Lingsi in advance for the literary competition."

As he spoke, he coughed twice and spoke slowly:

“It’s hard to meet each other, and it’s hard to leave each other; the east wind is weak and the flowers are withered; the silkworms will not stop spinning silk until they die; the candles will not stop shedding tears until they turn into ashes.”

After saying this, he chuckled and said, "I have heard half of this poem. You will have to ask my disciple for the rest."

Although the two great scholars, Mo Lan and Yixian, only heard half of the poem, they still looked shocked and did not come back to their senses for a long time.

After hearing Wei Cang's words, Yixian immediately asserted,

"Even half of this poem is worthy of being called a quatrain! There is no one among his peers who can compare with him!"

"This time, your disciple will definitely win!"

After receiving the affirmation from the two great scholars, Wei Cang laughed even louder.

At this moment, he was full of confidence!
(End of this chapter)