"Of course!"
Zhai Yun smiled. Of course one should stick to one's ideals, but one should not be too pedantic.
Wu Dan couldn't hold it in any longer and trotted all the way to his seat.
Looking at the table full of delicacies, the two Mohist friends' eyes began to shine, but it was a pity that the etiquette had not yet been completed and they could not eat yet.
Ying Wuji and Zhao Ning also sat down next to each other. These seats were arranged by the clan members. There was nothing wrong with going through the back door and sitting with acquaintances.
The view from this place is quite good, and you will be able to see clearly when the collections of the Hundreds of Art Museums are on display.
And it seems like it’s not bad to listen to the big guys bragging.
"Brother Ying!"
A familiar voice reached Ying Wuji's ears.
Ying Wuji turned around and saw Mi Xingli sitting at the back left. She looked quite natural, but her slightly furrowed brows showed that she was not in a very good mood.
He was about to ask something in a low voice.
"You don't have to answer!"
Mi Xingli's lips moved, and her voice was clearly heard by Ying Wuji: "There are more than 20 members of the Mi clan in our Chu Embassy just now, and there are seven people who are at the third level and above. They all felt the locked aura. Do you feel it? If you do, extend one finger on your right hand; if not, extend two."
Forcing the sound into a line, right?
This can be considered a yellow-level technique. It does not have much killing power, but it is quite practical.
It is just too rare and too difficult to practice, so not many people have mastered it.
It’s just unfortunate that Ying Wuji had heard about it from Lin Tieniu.
"have!"
Ying Wuji answered directly, his voice carrying a hint of resentment: "That old bastard Nangong Ling is probably really going to make a move. Just now, a friend of mine from the Zhao family who was hiding in the dark said that all the Zhao family members present who have reached the third level and the eleventh level have noticed it. But those who have reached the fetal transformation level and above have not noticed it. What about you?"
This was indeed the message that Zhao Xin secretly conveyed to him and Zhao Ning.
Mi Xingli was a little surprised. She didn't expect Ying Wuji to know this technique. She continued, "Yes! But what's the reason?"
Ying Wuji pretended to be thinking: "The King of Zhou dreamed of being assassinated, but he didn't know who was assassinated, but he only knew that it was a descendant of Zhuanxu. He didn't miss anyone above the fetal transformation stage, does it mean that this person's spiritual fetus is of a very high grade, and those who meet the conditions in the world do not meet the image in the dream.
Therefore, those who have the potential to break through to the high-grade spiritual fetus are the ones he suspects.
I heard that the young lady has broken through the twelfth level of Concentration Spirit, and seems to have gained good luck.
Young lady, you must be careful!"
Mi Xingli: "..."
That makes sense!
Although Ying Wuji was a little bit hindered by his cleverness, his talent was really quick. He thought of so many things in just one hour.
And these things seemed quite reasonable to her.
Is it really true that... I am the only one being targeted?
So is it really possible to enter this tomb of bandits?
Although her expression remained unchanged, her delicate hands on her knees clenched subconsciously.
You can see it.
She is emo.
Ying Wuji felt that he had gone too far, so he stopped talking and waited until the guilt in his heart was alleviated before continuing to fool her.
"You said he was the best in Chu State, but I didn't expect he has no experience at all."
A voice with deep contempt said: "Just seeing four masters of the Enlightenment Realm appear, some people were so scared that they couldn't speak the whole time, and their faces were as stinky as if they had just been fished out of a toilet."
The person who made this voice was none other than Tian Wenjing of Qi.
The person he mocked was Xiang Ding. These two geniuses of the Chu State had been silent since Nangong Ling's test. Xiang Ding was young and energetic, and he could not really control his expression.
Xiang Ding snorted coldly. His mind was now filled with thoughts on how to deal with Nangong Ling. He was too lazy to pay attention to such a noisy person.
I couldn't help but feel a little complaining in my heart. This position is indeed good, with the best view, and it should indeed be allocated to the most outstanding young people.
But this Tian Wenjing...why was he also arranged here?
Just because his wild father is Tian Weihou?
"Since everyone has taken their seats, the banquet will officially begin. I would like to offer a toast to everyone!"
While everyone was chatting, the pre-banquet etiquette had ended.
Zhao Ji stood up and raised the wine cup to everyone present. On the high platform, Jiang Taiyuan sat in his deputy seat, and the four masters sat on both sides.
Everyone stood up to toast, and after one glass of wine was drunk, the banquet officially began.
All the Mohists present were a little impatient.
It was okay for high-level Mohists like Zhai Yun who could have a good meal from time to time, and their eating manners were relatively elegant. However, those low-level Mohists who had never seen the world and the young man like Wu Dan who had suffered for a few days all seemed to be wolfing down their food.
"laugh……"
Tian Wenjing sneered, but didn't say much.
After all, the Mohists were quite united, and he had been beaten many times in the past for mocking the Mohists.
Especially now that he is in Li State, no one will support him if he gets beaten.
The banquet was almost halfway through.
Zhao Ji smiled and asked, "It is said that in recent years, many talented people have emerged in each of the Hundred Schools, adding a lot of color to their respective schools. The Hundred Schools Festival has always had the tradition of each school displaying its achievements. I wonder if I can have the honor to see it!"
"Of course!"
The masters of Confucianism, Mohism and Legalism smiled at each other, but their smiles were somewhat sharp.
For smaller schools, the Hundred Schools Gathering is just a simple exchange.
But for a university school like theirs, there is no lack of a desire to compete with each other.
Although the official start of the Hundred Schools of Thought Gathering is three days later, today's banquet for all philosophers can be regarded as a prelude, so there is no reason to be stage-frightened.
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