Chapter 127: A competition of misery? With Confucianism as the soul, Mohism as the bones, cultivate one's mind with Taoism, and bring peace to the world with military force!
A piece of jade soap in exchange for a wisp of divine thought.
This bet seems to be a sure win.
However, Zhao Ji's decision was unanimously opposed by all the teachers.
"Your Majesty, no!"
"How can such a person, who teaches me demons, be qualified to deduce the general trend of the world?"
"If she really pushed me into this..."
This decision caused an uproar not only among a few teachers, but also among hundreds of students.
Opposition voices continued one after another.
The reason is simple. This event is a grand gathering of students from hundreds of schools who care about the world, and only elite students can participate in the deduction.
Why do you think you are the demon I taught?
Of course, they are more afraid that "Qingshu"'s deduction will be successful.
If my teaching is successful, then what are these students from hundreds of schools of thought?
Even Qingshu was stunned for a while.
Then he laughed loudly and stared at Zhao Ji with burning eyes: "Your Majesty King Li! Are you serious?"
Zhao Ji laughed loudly: "My words are as good as gold, why can't I keep them true?"
"His Majesty!"
"Your Majesty, you can't do that!"
"Your Majesty! Don't be deceived by this demon!"
Several teachers stood up at the same time, their eagerness evident in their words.
Zhao Ji smiled and comforted them: "Don't worry, masters. I have something to ask you!"
The teachers looked at each other, and although they were a little embarrassed, they still made a gesture of invitation.
Zhao Ji smiled slightly: "If you think that my teachings can really bring peace to the world, then if you teach people for me, are you still a demon?"
"this……"
Everyone looked at each other and opened their mouths again and again, but no one could say anything to refute.
If the world can really be governed by peace, then it is not a bad thing for our sect to be called the Royal Sect. How can it still be regarded as a demon?
Zhao Ji asked again: "Do you think that the teachings I teach are better than the teachings of the saints?"
"How is that possible!"
"How can the method of deceiving people that I taught you be better than Confucianism?"
"Teaching for me is bullshit!"
Several teachers felt extremely humiliated, especially Le Li, who was so angry that he burst into swearing.
Zhao Ji laughed loudly and looked down at Qing Shu: "These monsters keep saying that they are the orthodox of Yang Zhu, and they think that the world will be peaceful after our teachings spread all over the world. Little do they know that they are just clowns in your eyes. Today, I will let them see how crude and ridiculous the supreme teachings in their eyes are!"
The teachers looked at each other and finally chose to remain silent.
Qingshu smiled.
The smile is wanton and wild.
Today's situation surprised her.
When she found that her true energy and spiritual thoughts were all tightly blocked, she was extremely panicked.
The grand gathering of hundreds of schools that he thought he could easily control turned out to be a large trap set up in advance by Zhao Ji.
I didn't expect that Zhao Ji's formation skills had reached such a high level that he could actually use the power of the Jiuzhou Copying Scroll and the formation to suppress his magical powers into this state.
Ten strands of divine thoughts were too much to bear even for a powerful person like her who had reached the divine enlightenment realm.
But she didn't expect that Zhao Ji was so arrogant as to allow her to deduce it ten times.
Ten times!
As long as it succeeds once, it is worth it to explode ten strands of divine consciousness.
The doctrines I teach cannot possibly go wrong!
She looked up to the sky and laughed: "Oh? I never thought that the doctrine I taught would be so despised by your majesty. However, the result may not be what your majesty wants. I really can't think of it. If everyone does not harm the world, and everyone does not benefit the world, how can the world not be governed!"
After hearing her say this, all the students present showed worried expressions.
But at this moment, a voice came from afar.
"The last person who said this was the teacher of the Mo family, and his face is still swollen!"
Qing Shu: “…”
Everyone: “…”
Wu asked: "???"
The Mohist master subconsciously touched his face and thought it was a lie, it wasn't swollen at all.
He couldn't bear it any longer, pointed at Ying Wuji and said, "You are such a bad talker, don't leave after the event is over, come to the Mozhe Guild with me and have a heart-to-heart talk."
"Then I'd rather obey you than be disrespectful!"
Ying Wuji curled his lips and took it directly.
He knew before that scholars looked down on each other, so many students from various schools of thought competed with each other openly or secretly.
But it was not until today that he discovered that almost every student was so confident in his own school that he was almost blindly confident.
What?
If Mozi's philosophy were the king's philosophy, wouldn't the world be in peace?
This guy who teaches me is also a joke...he is completely brainwashed.
It would be a pity not to do MLM!
Seeing this scene, Zhao Ji couldn't help but look at Ying Wuji once more: "Wuji! You guessed twice before, why not guess this time too."
"No guessing!"
Ying Wuji curled his lips and said, "This kind of idiot with underdeveloped cerebellum can hardly cure athlete's foot, let alone rule the world? Guessing this stuff is a waste of time. If I use this energy, I might as well write another piece of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. It's more reliable to rule the world according to this ghost play!"
As soon as these words were spoken, there was a burst of laughter in front of Chongli Palace.
I didn’t expect Ying Wuji’s words could be so vicious.
After hearing Ying Wuji's speculation that the Mohist school would fail, many Mohists felt a little unhappy.
But when I heard him scolding me, all the anger I had been holding in was gone.
Amid the laughter, Qing Shu's face looked extremely ugly. He looked at Ying Wuji several times in anger, but he felt that it was too undignified to get angry with a junior, so he snorted coldly and went straight to the platform.
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