Chapter 118: Prince Ning raids the courtyard at night, Ying Wuji hides in the closet
mad!
Isn’t this too crazy?
No one expected that Ying Wuji not only did not fear the battle, but instead scolded everyone present.
What?
Bai Xiaosheng said you are number one, do you really think you are number one?
But looking at the two conditions proposed, there seems to be nothing wrong with them.
After all, Ying Wuji actually killed more than a dozen masters in the Fetal Transformation Realm. Even though most people believed that these masters had been ambushed by Ji Su in advance, that was a delayed attack. Who among the ordinary cultivators who had not yet entered the Fetal Transformation Realm could hold out for half an hour against so many masters?
The non-offensive sword technique is indeed one of the reasons, but the non-offensive sword technique is not the kind of sword technique that can be learned casually!
As for those who heard the other rumor, they had a different understanding of Ying Wuji's strength.
They had already reached a consensus that if they wanted to defeat Ying Wuji, they had to at least reach the third level, the eleventh level, and be extremely good at fighting. Perhaps only if one of their spirit, energy, and spirit broke through to the twelfth level would it be possible to suppress him.
However, there are quite a few geniuses who came this time. Those who dare to challenge at the door of the bookstore have at least the third and eleventh levels of cultivation.
But where can I find more than a dozen people in the Fetal Transformation Realm to practice with me?
Could it be that Chengdu had to find the Wei family and ask them to provide a dozen retainers and guards in the Fetal Transformation Realm for him to kill?
This request is somewhat annoying.
If physical fighting doesn't work, then we can only fight with writing. There's nothing wrong with the requirement to come up with a topic before the competition.
But it’s still crazy!
It's impossible that with so many people like us, we can't even solve one problem, right?
So everyone swarmed to the paper pasted next to the gate. After reading it, many of them began to count on their fingers, but they couldn't figure it out no matter how hard they counted. Their faces turned grim, as if their whole bodies were itchy and they couldn't move.
After a full quarter of an hour, no one came into the bookstore.
The waiter smiled and said, "Please go back, everyone! My master doesn't play with fools!"
The crowd suddenly became noisy, and many people were cursing Ying Wuji.
But when I was faced with this question, I always felt a little unconfident.
Some of them left cursing, but the other part stayed in front of the question, continuing to think about it with a confused look on their faces.
Tian Wenjing sneered: "Wei Meng! It seems that your move is not very difficult to deal with!"
"snort!"
Wei Meng snorted and said nothing.
Mi Xingli was quite curious: "What kind of questions did Ying Wuji set that made them so difficult? Was it the Four Books and Five Classics, poetry, or mathematics?"
"I'll have someone copy it over right away!"
Wei Mengchong waved to his men, and they hurried downstairs.
After a while, he came back with a copy of the questions.
It was spread on the table and several people gathered around.
"There are three guests staying at the inn. They have occupied three rooms. Each room costs ten taels of silver. A total of thirty taels was paid to the boss."
"Oh? It's a math problem!"
Mi Xingli narrowed her eyes. Although she studied under the Legalists, she was also quite interested in mathematics.
It’s just a math problem. It’s neither chickens and rabbits in the same cage nor the Pythagorean theorem. It looks like a simple addition. How could it stump so many people?
She continued to look down.
"The next day, the boss thought that 25 taels would be enough for three guest rooms, so he asked the waiter to return 5 taels."
"As a result, the waiter was greedy and only refunded one tael to each of the three customers, while he embezzled two taels for himself."
"In this way, it is equivalent to each person paying nine taels, which adds up to twenty-seven taels."
"Add the two taels that the waiter embezzled, and the total is twenty-nine taels."
"So, where did the remaining one or two taels of silver go?"
“Ah, this…”
When everyone was reciting the last part, they were all stunned.
yes?
Where did the last ounce of silver go?
The six arts of a gentleman are rites, music, charioteering, archery, calligraphy and mathematics. Under the Zhou rites, most nobles had been exposed to mathematics, so this question seemed simple no matter how they looked at it.
But I don't know why, it just feels wrong.
Gradually, their expressions became the same as those of the people below.
Damn it, why can’t I even figure out such a simple math problem?
Am I a fool too?
“Puff!”
Mi Xingli suddenly laughed out loud: "Xiang Ding! Your evaluation of Ying Wuji just now is indeed correct. This person is a smart man, but he is only clever in a small way. Faced with such a thing, he neither chose the kingly way nor the hegemonic way, but chose the treacherous way. It's a pity for such a person not to join a famous family."
Xiang Ding was stunned for a moment: "Young lady, have you figured it out?"
"Calculate?"
Mi Xingli smiled and said, "Why do we need to calculate? This is not a math problem, it's just a trick. Speaking of which, this person is quite interesting. He actually thought of using this little trick to resolve the Wei family's shady means. This matter is done, let's go!"
After saying that, he stood up.
Xiang Ding asked curiously, "Young lady! Since you saw through his tricks in just a quarter of an hour, why don't you go and have a fight with him?"
Mi Xingli asked back: "If we have different philosophies, why is there any need to compete with each other? Let's go!"
"good!"
Although Xiang Ding was troubled by this question, he didn't want to compete for victory, so he just followed and left.
Tian Wenjing also stood up and smiled coldly: "In fact, I have seen through it a long time ago. It's really boring. I'm leaving first!"
After saying that, he left the private room.
Wei Meng couldn't help but curse inwardly: "You saw through it a long time ago? You saw through it!"
However, he did not expect that Pingling Jun had to use favors and pay a high price to bribe Bai Xiaosheng.
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