Mr. Ji Fu was so angry that his eyes went dark, and the master and his disciple broke out into a fierce battle again.

It was getting close to evening.

Outside the Kaifeng Prefecture School, in front of the debate platform, a notice was posted.

Tomorrow at noon, Cui Xian will take the stage here to debate the scriptures!

The publication of this notice instantly elevated the status of the Bianliang Gazette and made it the "authoritative official gazetteer".

People all over the city were looting.

Even when it was dark, there were still large numbers of readers lining the streets, eagerly waiting for more copies of the official bulletin.

Old Cui stood in her own printing house, her face flushed with optimism: "Print for me, print more! When you go to sell court newspapers, ask the customers if they need help mailing them!"

"We also accept the job of mailing official newspapers! As long as you are willing to pay, we can deliver them all over Daliang!"

This night was destined to be a restless night.

Except in Zhuangyuan Lane, Cui Xian himself slept soundly.

Chen, Cui Zhongyuan and other members of the Cui family were worried about Xian'er's debate tomorrow and were on edge.

The little kids were so excited that they couldn't sleep because they would finally get to meet Master Cui tomorrow.

Mr. Ji Fu was still arguing with his apprentice, questioning him whether he had a second, better identity.

If not, keep hitting until there is one.

For the one hundred and eighth time, his apprentice had the urge to betray his master.

Outside Kaifeng Prefecture School, on both sides of the street, the owners of some restaurants, teahouses, and eateries were grinning so hard that their faces were almost broken.

All the shops on both sides of the street are brightly lit.

A large number of scholars or servants of noble families came early to reserve seats.

Even the boats on the distant Bian River had to be booked in advance at a premium!

Praise the little prodigy Choi Hyeon!

And many more literati and poets who came from all over Daliang were worried about the little prodigy.

Some had bad intentions and hoped that this little prodigy, who had not been seen for five years, would really run out of ideas.

In order to cope with this grand debate event, all the officials from Kaifeng County and Prefecture Yamen went out and prepared for it in advance.

Because many scholars, especially the "true fans" of Jia Shao and Cui Xian, came to the debate platform overnight!

The two sides fought fiercely over two nursery rhymes.

They stood on both sides of the debate platform, accusing and insulting each other and reciting nursery rhymes.

The exaggerated and outrageous scene even alarmed the Kaifeng County magistrate and the prefect.

The two adults stood outside the yamen, yawning, and watched from afar the two groups of people arguing with each other. They felt very headache and amazed.

Kaifeng hasn’t been this lively for many years.

No matter who wins or loses in this debate, it is a good thing for Kaifeng!

This long night was finally passed in the quarrel between Cui Xian and Jia Shao's fans.

When the first ray of morning light appears.

Yan Siyuan, Qi Huaiming and others stood on the left side of the debate platform, their faces full of fatigue and even a little fear.

Right side.

Pei Jian stood on his horse alone, looking very imposing, his voice still loud and clear: "One day his body will be exposed outside the Confucian Temple, crows will peck at his eyes and dogs will eat his brain!"

"Dog eats brain! Dog eats brain!"

He quarreled for the entire night, but he showed no sign of fatigue. Instead, he became more and more courageous.

The anti-Xian alliance was defeated completely.

Cui Xian’s fans looked at Pei Jian with admiration, at his lonely and proud back.

In response, Pei Jian proudly said, don't ask -

Asking is what the big brother should do!

July 8th.

After a good sleep, Cui Xian leisurely washed and had breakfast in the morning.

Then he took a carriage, left Zhuangyuan Lane, and went to pick up his teacher, Mr. Dong Lai.

Seeing his apprentice wearing a red dress, Mr. Donglai was very satisfied and said with a smile: "Five years ago, the little prodigy Cui Xian wore a red dress and declared war on the literati and literary world at the Nanyang Palace."

"Five years later, the young man in red, Cui Xian, stepped onto the debate platform to fulfill his promise."

"Very good, very good!"

"It's time for the Daliang literary world to take a look at my Donglai apprentice."

Cui Xian smiled and helped the teacher onto the carriage, teasing, "Hearing what you said, I must not embarrass you today."

Mr. Dong Lai laughed along, and his eyes were full of pride as he looked at his apprentice.

How could it be shameful for him to have such an outstanding disciple?