RPAGF Chapter 187 Encounter
Chapter 187 Encounter
Chapter 187 Encounter
Upon seeing Ye Ru's eight-legged essay, Chen Sijun was shocked for a long time before gradually recovering from her shock. However, the flicker in her eyes showed that she was still in a state of astonishment.
It is well known that the eight-legged essay is difficult to write. Countless people have failed the imperial examinations because of it. Even he almost failed when he wrote his own eight-legged essay.
"What's wrong, Scholar Chen?"
Ye Ru frowned and asked, thinking there was some problem.
"It's alright. Are you sure today's practice is just the initial stage of this eight-legged essay?"
Chen Sijun still seemed somewhat incredulous.
"It's true."
Ye Ru had only learned some of the writing methods of the eight-legged essay a few days ago, but had not actually tried it, so it could not be considered real practice.
"How did you write this essay? It perfectly conforms to the topics and rules of the imperial examination."
Chen Sijun was unwilling to give up and spoke again.
"These eight-legged essays are quite simple. Understanding their meaning and adding your own interpretation is enough."
Ye Ru downed the water in his cup in one gulp and casually said something that almost made Chen Sijun spit out a mouthful of blood:
"You're really ungrateful. If those hardworking scholars heard you say that, they would definitely attack you in droves. Calling you arrogant or unwise wouldn't be an exaggeration. Humility is the beginning of virtue. It's fortunate that I heard this. If some people with ulterior motives heard it, they would probably make a big fuss about it."
"Haha, just kidding. I'm just borrowing my understanding of the Analects and adding my understanding of Mencius's teachings. Confucius said to achieve benevolence, and Mencius said to uphold righteousness. As long as you combine the two, it's not difficult to write."
Ye Ru laughed heartily upon hearing this, then shared his opinion with Chen Sijun, who pondered for a moment, nodded admiringly, and said:
"No wonder you were able to write this article so easily. Your understanding of the Analects and Mencius is something that even we scholars can hardly match. If you can comprehend all four books and use your insights to write commentaries on them, you might be able to be canonized."
"Holy Pages are extremely rare. I only have one Holy Page right now, and I obtained it by risking my life."
Ye Ru gave a wry smile.
"Sacred pages are indeed difficult to obtain. After all, mining sacred pages is not easy either. They are created by taking the essence of the sacred bricks of the Great Wall and adding the power of a half-saint. Moreover, there are not many people who have entered sainthood now, so it is not easy to obtain sacred pages."
"However, there are always exceptions. Some scholars, knowing their own talents, do not use the sacred texts but instead sell them. Of course, what they sell is not money; at their level, money is nothing more than dirt on the ground."
Chen Sijun said slowly.
"What do they want?"
“Wenbao, famous poems and essays, can all be exchanged.”
"I see. If that's the case, then it's easier to talk about."
"Ye Ru, this is bad! Brother Zhuge has been ambushed by some members of the Soul-Snatching Sect outside the capital. He just sent me his Hongyin seal, urging us to rush to his rescue."
At this moment, Hua Mufeng rushed in anxiously from outside the door. His words made Ye Ru's expression change immediately. He then quickly recited the Swift Travel Poem and sped away from the capital.
Unexpectedly, the Left Chancellor's men actually dared to take action outside the capital!
On the outskirts of the capital, there is a grove of trees, shady and dark, yet exuding a rich aura of talent.
Three men dressed in black stood atop three rocks, looking at the people they had surrounded with cold smiles.
"The Soul-Reaping Gate? I have no grudge against you, why are you intercepting me halfway?"
The old man Zhuge held a writing brush in one hand and an ink bottle in the other, his eyes carrying a hint of coldness as he spoke.
"As a scholar, you should understand the principle that one doesn't visit a temple without a reason. Since we've met, you must have something to ask of me."
"The leader of the Soul-Snatching Sect scholars said coldly."
"What is it? It seems the Thousand Gates and your Life-Taking Gate have always kept to themselves, haven't they?"
"Leave now and do not set foot in the capital, or you will surely become a ghost in my writing!"
Upon hearing the threat from this vengeful disciple, the old man Zhuge smiled nonchalantly:
"What arrogance! You three rabble think you can make me back down? A man of noble character will not sacrifice his life for righteousness, but will sacrifice his life to achieve it."
"So you're just going to refuse a polite offer and then suffer the consequences?"
"Make your move. I want to see just how capable you really are!"
Before the man in black could finish speaking, the old man Zhuge laughed heartily, then dipped his brush in ink and began to write on the rice paper:
"I heard there was thunder last night..."
"Hmph, make your move!"
The leader of the men in black also quickly turned cold, and the next moment, the three of them wrote down verses.
"The King of Hell comes at midnight to claim lives..."
As the old man Zhuge wrote the last word, the sky suddenly darkened, and three bolts of lightning appeared in the sky. The powerful lightning continued to brew in the air, giving the air a destructive smell.
The three men in black completed their writing the instant the lightning appeared. Immediately, the surrounding energy condensed, and three shadowy assassins emerged, then fiercely attacked the old man Zhuge.
"drop!"
With a flick of his finger, the old man Zhuge unleashed three bolts of lightning, each carrying an aura of destruction, which struck down with fury.
boom!
A deafening explosion followed, followed by a burst of brilliant energy that rippled outwards, snapping the trees in half.
After the lightning disappeared, the three shadowy assassins, though severely injured, were only slightly ethereal and still charged towards the old man Zhuge with lightning speed.
"My life is over!"
Seeing the three shadowy assassins rushing towards him, the old man Zhuge's pupils shrank, because the three assassins had completely blocked his retreat, leaving him with nowhere to escape!
There's simply no time to write poetry while fighting.
"No one can save you now. It's all your fault for being too meddlesome. Remember to be careful with your words in your next life."
He closed his eyes, the cold, sharp voice of the leader of the men in black echoing in his ears, which made him give a bitter smile.
boom!
A deafening sound rang out, causing the three men in black to simultaneously smile. However, just as they were about to leave, several light footsteps slowly approached, causing them to freeze in their tracks.
"what happened?"
One of the men in black paused for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise.
"No, get back!"
Suddenly, the leader of the men in black seemed to sense something, his expression changed, and he immediately shouted angrily.
"How dare three mere scholars break the law under the emperor's nose? What is your punishment!"
As his shout faded, a faint voice came, followed by the dissipation of the light. A gaunt young man stood with one hand behind his back and the other pointing at one of the men in black. Then, he pointed in mid-air, and an arrow bursting with powerful force suddenly shot out from behind him.
The arrow was extremely fast; in an instant, it pierced through one of the scholars.
This scene left the remaining two men and the old man Zhuge stunned for a moment. As if realizing something, the leader of the men in black suddenly retreated as if he had seen a ghost, his terrified voice echoing through the area:
"Summoning Saint? Flying General?"