"Last night, the first snow fell in Jinxi, coinciding with the opening of the martial arts tournament. All of this is a good omen!"
As he spoke, he glanced at the audience and his gaze fell on Jing Zhe: "You may not know this, but today we have a talented official from Jingzhou in the audience, President Jing Zhe!"
Following his gaze, everyone looked at Jing Zhe.
Seeing Jing Zhe's handsome and dashing appearance, and hearing about his official status, most martial arts practitioners scoffed at him.
The male disciples from the four major sects who had witnessed Jing Zhe's interactions with their senior female disciples were particularly disdainful.
When Jing Ba singled him out, Jing Zhe knew it couldn't be anything good.
But with so many people looking over, he couldn't just cower in the dark, so he stood up with a smile and waved to everyone.
"Pooh!"
This immediately drew spitting from the crowd.
Jing Zhe paused for a moment, his expression somewhat amused, while some women from the four major sects looked extremely displeased upon seeing Jing Zhe humiliated.
Jing Zhe remained unmoved and smiled, saying, "I am thrilled to be here today to participate in the martial arts tournament and to see all of you heroes. I will not address you by your official titles, but only as a personal friend. If given the opportunity, I would also like to experience the atmosphere of the tournament myself!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the group burst into laughter.
At this moment, a young man with a sword at his waist and dressed in blue stepped forward: "Is this President Jing? The martial arts tournament is not some child's play you imagine. Feeling the atmosphere? Heh, those who practice martial arts have no eyes for swords and blades. President Jing, don't end up dying before you even feel the atmosphere. That would be a laughing stock, haha!"
Haha~
This remark drew laughter from everyone.
Jing Zhe glanced at him: "What this hero says makes sense. May I ask your esteemed name and which school you belong to?"
"I am Long Aodi from the Kunlun Sect!"
"..."
Hearing this name almost made Jing Zhe faint.
Others may be arrogant, but what do you have to be arrogant about on the ground?
"I've only heard of the Kunlun Mirror. The Kunlun Sect? Never heard of them."
"..."
Long Aodi's face turned bright red after hearing this.
Over the years, what he hated most was when people said they only knew about the Kunlun Mirror but not the Kunlun Sect. Didn't the Kunlun Sect deserve to have a name?
"Kunlun Prefecture contains Kunlun Mountain and Kunlun Lake. In the earliest days, two major sects arose simultaneously: Kunlun Mirror on Kunlun Mountain and Kunlun Sect by Kunlun Lake! Never heard of them? A bit arrogant, isn't it?"
Long Ao gave a cold laugh.
Jing Zhe waved his hands repeatedly: "I really haven't heard of it. Why did Kunlun Mirror become one of the four major sects when they were founded together, while Kunlun Sect is still unknown?"
"..."
This was a fact, and even though Long Aodi was unwilling, he had to admit it. So he snorted coldly, "Unknown? After this martial arts tournament, our Kunlun Sect will surely become famous throughout the world!"
"Huh, I understand now why the Kunlun Sect and the Kunlun Mirror are so different even though they are both in Kunlun County!"
Unable to contain his curiosity, Long Aodi asked, "Why?"
"Because the Kunlun Mirror is built against a mountain, and the mountain range is high and steep, the Kunlun Mirror is naturally as tough as the mountain. As for the Kunlun Sect, it's next to Kunlun Lake, right? There's a lot of water in the lake, so the Kunlun Sect is very watery!"
"..."
The double entendre almost infuriated Long Aodi.
"you--"
"Young Master Long, you're welcome."
Jing Zhe waved his hand, a cold smile playing on his lips.
Labor and management are seeking revenge, from morning till night!
How dare you provoke me! I'll have to deal with you!
When Long Aodi appeared, the people around him were all talking about it. Kunlun Sect was indeed a veteran, but it was neither the best nor the worst, always hovering in the middle, neither high nor low, in a very awkward position.
However, the Kunlun Sect members always considered themselves superior and felt superior to the smaller sects, which resulted in a situation where they were not recognized by the four major sects and disliked by the smaller sects.
So everyone was very happy to see him get his comeuppance.
...
"Ahem! Everyone, quiet down!"
Jing Ba waved his hand. He introduced Jing Zhe to everyone just to humiliate him, not to see him in the limelight.
So he said, "Although today is a martial arts tournament, I've heard that President Jing is also a talented man. Shouldn't we compose a poem for this occasion?"
Seeing that Jing Zhe was about to speak, he preemptively said, "We happen to have a talented scholar named Zhou in Jinxi City, but he can't compare to a great talent like President Jing from Jingzhou City! Otherwise, how about we have him compose a poem first to inspire others?"
"good!"
Although the people below were all roughnecks, wine, poetry, and swordsmanship have always been intertwined. Whether a swordsman can write poetry or not, he can at least listen to some, so he clapped and cheered.
News travels slowly through Jinxi City, and Jing Ba was unaware of Jing Zhe's strange and wonderful deeds in Jingzhou. Seeing his carefree and irresponsible demeanor, he naturally wouldn't take him for a true scholar.
Calling him a talented man is just a way to flatter him, and then having a talented man from Jinxi City write a poem that beats him would be a slap in the face.
"Young Master Zhou, please come up!"
Then, Jing Ba waved his hand, and a young man dressed in a magnificent robe, but with a bewildered look on his face, walked onto the stage. He was none other than Zhou Zhiwei, the talented scholar from Jinxi who had participated in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Gathering!
As soon as Zhou Zhiwei stepped onto the stage, the audience erupted in cheers!
Most of the cheering people were ordinary citizens of Jinxi City.
Jinxi is known as the "Capital of Medicine" and has the Tongtianque Pavilion as its centerpiece. In fact, the common people are not very interested in poetry, but that does not prevent them from knowing that Jinxi has a great talent who has won the first place in the poetry competition for many consecutive years, namely Zhou Zhiwei.
Without a doubt, when it comes to poetry alone, Zhou Zhiwei is the pride of Jinxi!
But today, Zhou Zhiwei was unusually different. He no longer had his usual radiant and confident appearance, but instead looked as listless as a frostbitten eggplant.
The moment Jing Zhe saw Zhou Zhiwei, he grinned, almost bursting into laughter.
If he couldn't figure out the reason behind Jing Ba's actions, then he would have lived in vain.
Could it be that he's planning to find Zhou Zhi to humiliate him in the future?
So silly, so naive...
"Young Master Zhou, next up is President Jing from Jingzhou, also a great talent! Young Master Zhou, show us your skills and let everyone see whether our Jinxi talent is stronger or the Jingzhou talent is more capable!"
What was originally a very ordinary sparring match became tense after Jing Ba deliberately added the specific distinctions of "Jinxi" and "Jingzhou." The people below cheered and felt a surge of regional pride: the Jinxi scholar must defeat the Jingzhou scholar!
This is exactly the effect Jing Ba wanted.
Threaten me with the Emperor's Sword?
Then I'll make you lose face in front of everyone!
The male disciples in those sects probably guessed that this young master Zhou Zhiwei's knowledge must surpass Jing Zhe's, otherwise Jing Ba would be so confident.
They naturally enjoyed seeing Jing Zhe get humiliated, especially in front of their senior sister (or younger sister). They tilted their heads to look, only to find that their senior sister (or younger sister) was laughing.
Gritting his teeth, he hoped even more that Jing Zhe would lose.
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