RPAGF Chapter 157 Father's Jade Pendant!
Chapter 157 Father's Jade Pendant!
Chapter 157 Father's Jade Pendant!
Li Jianchen's words sent a chill down the spines of Ye Ru and the bandits present. The talent and literary prowess of a Jinshi (进士) were several times greater than those of a Xiucai (秀才) or Juren (举人). In fact, one Jinshi could be used as if one were ten Juren.
The titles of Juren and Jinshi were a testament to a country's comprehensive national strength. This was because once a person passed the palace examination and reached the Juren level, they had to read and comprehend the classics of the sages in order to advance further.
The literary rank above that of a Juren (a successful candidate in the provincial civil service examination) required examination by the National Academy of Sacred Learning, which assessed whether candidates passed based on their understanding of the sacred scriptures.
A deep understanding of the classics is also a measure of a scholar's ability.
Wang Xiaoyang's expression also changed slightly. He came here to help the demon race gather intelligence. As a traitorous scholar, as long as he didn't use the power of his book, he wouldn't be any different from others.
However, he never expected that he would encounter his enemy today.
Currently, he merely holds the literary rank of a Juren (a successful candidate in the imperial examinations), making him worlds apart from Li Jianchen before him.
"All of you, charge! Kill them! There will be a great reward!"
A moment later, a glint of madness flashed in Wang Xiaoyang's eyes, and then he waved his hand, seemingly trying to retreat.
"The Book of Changes says: 'Crush its strong points, seize its leader, and dismantle its body. Dragons fight in the wild, but their path is exhausted. Therefore, to capture a thief, first capture the king.' I will capture and kill this ghostly scholar, and these bandits will be yours for now."
Just as Wang Xiaoyang was about to rush into the bandit crowd to escape after finishing the poem, Li Jianchen narrowed his eyes, turned his head and gave Ye Ru a word of advice. His body disappeared instantly, leaving only a phoenix phantom. The next moment, Li Jianchen's sword, carrying a sharp whooshing sound, fiercely stabbed at the former's book.
Upon seeing the emerging phantom, Wang Xiaoyang was terrified. He never expected that even with the speed of a Juren (a successful candidate in the provincial civil service examination), he still couldn't outrun the speed of this Jinshi (a successful candidate in the imperial examination).
"Be careful, Special Envoy!"
Seeing the bandits surrounding the three of them, Ye Ru shouted loudly, then turned his head to look at Kong Hexuan, whose talent had almost completely faded.
Wang Hu also woke up at this moment. When he saw the thin but extremely upright young man standing in front of him, he couldn't help but feel worried:
"Ye Xingjun, be careful!"
Ye Ru waved his sleeve, and three Grade 3 literary treasures appeared, along with the Wolf Wind Brush in his hand. He then used the "One Stroke to Write" technique to quickly write on the paper:
"When autumn comes on the ninth day of the ninth month, my flowers will bloom and all others will wither."
As soon as the poem was completed, the surrounding air suddenly became extremely cold, and a sense of desolation filled the air. Then, a golden chrysanthemum stood proudly against the frost in front of Ye Ru, and the countless flowers formed by the condensation of talent around it were all stained with frost, forming frost flower blades.
Each of these frost-covered blades is exceptionally cold and menacing.
When Kong Hexuan and the bandits saw these Frost Flower Blades, they naturally understood the power contained within them, and their expressions immediately changed.
"Charge, everyone!"
The bandit leader was also a student. When he sensed the terror of those frost-covered blades, he knew that if he were to compose a poem, almost half of the people present would die.
Seeing this, the bandits' eyes turned even redder, and they brandished their weapons and charged towards Ye Ru. Kong Hexuan and Wang Hu couldn't help but become even more worried.
If the poem is finished, all will be well; if it is not, the three of them will surely be hacked to death!
"Go to hell!"
At this moment, the bandit leader wrote a battle poem for children, and the two feet of talent summoned by the poem transformed into a long sword, which he gripped tightly in his hand and blasted at Ye Ru with lightning speed.
"not good!"
Kong Hexuan and Wang Hu stared wide-eyed at the sight and wanted to help Ye Ru, but at that moment the bandit's sword was less than an inch away from Ye Ru.
"The fragrance of incense fills Chang'an, and the whole city is adorned with golden armor."
In the blink of an eye, Ye Ru wrote a poem, his four feet of talent bursting forth, a battle poem that astonished the saints. At the same time, from beneath Ye Ru's feet, a circular magic array carrying a hallucinogenic fragrance suddenly appeared, and those frost flower blades also shot out in all directions in an instant.
The longsword formed from talent collided with one of the flower blades, instantly slicing the longsword into pieces, while the flower blade, dripping with blood, pierced directly through the body of the young bandit.
puff!
Blood gushed out, and the young bandit was sent flying backward, finally crashing into a stone wall, his head exploding.
With just a single flower blade, a young scholar was killed instantly. This scene sent a chill down the spines of the bandits, and without the slightest hesitation, they fled in disarray down the mountain.
However, the next moment their faces stiffened, because they realized that after inhaling the intoxicating fragrance, they felt a sense of powerlessness.
At that moment, those frost-covered blades swept in, rapidly magnifying in their pupils.
"what!"
"what!"
Without exception, all the fleeing bandits were struck by those frost-covered blades, letting out a shrill scream before dying on the spot.
This scene made Kong Hexuan and Wang Hu swallow hard, and then stare at Ye Ru in disbelief. If this kind of battle poem were used in a battle between two armies, it could probably turn the tide of the battle in an instant.
One muffled thud after another echoed across Hengshan. As the last bandit fell, the frost-covered blades gradually dissipated, eventually turning into energy and disappearing into the world.
"Where is that ghost scholar?"
At this moment, Kong Hexuan discovered that Wang Xiaoyang had already disappeared.
"Don't worry, with that special envoy who passed the imperial examination in charge, Wang Xiaoyang's talent and literary rank are enough to ensure his success."
Ye Ru shook his head, then said to Wang Hu and Kong Hexuan:
"Come here, I'll help you heal your wounds."
Ye Ru pulled the two closer, softly reciting the *Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases*. Streams of green, life-giving energy emanated from his mouth, transforming into vital force that flowed into their bodies. Ye Ru had only recently grasped the pulse-balancing method of the *Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases*, and couldn't perform miraculous cures. He recited it three times before the injuries in the two bodies were fully healed.
At this moment, a figure dressed in the robes of a scholar fell from the sky and landed in front of Ye Ru and his two companions. This person was none other than Wang Xiaoyang, who had previously recited the poem of swift movement and fled.
At this moment, Wang Xiaoyang was lifeless, his face contorted in a terrifying grimace, as if he had died with his eyes wide open in disbelief. In front of him was a jade pendant, which emitted a radiant light, prompting Ye Ru to walk over and pick it up.
Ye Ru stared blankly at the jade pendant in his hand. A sense of déjà vu welled up in his heart, causing his body to stiffen instantly.
At the same time, a jade pendant that seemed familiar in his memory surfaced in his mind, and he murmured out the words with difficulty:
"This is... Father's jade pendant?"