Login with GoogleChapter 92: The Discussion of Laws on Lisheng Peak!
Confucian cultivators can harness the aura from poetry and literature for their own use.
If you want to win, you can simply use the poetry and songs of ancient people to surpass Fang Lingqing . But relying on what others have done is never as good as doing it yourself. Only what you have control over is truly valuable!
She joined the debate competition not solely to win, but also to improve herself, challenge these top students, and become stronger.
Amidst the surprised looks of the crowd, Qiao Wan raised her sword.
The disciples of Lisheng Peak represent the above-average level among the younger generation in the cultivation world. They are the perfect test to measure one's own strength.
She wanted to see how much progress she had made in the time since she repaired her meridians, and how much she still had to improve compared to them.
Perhaps it was because she had developed a strong and resilient heart during her time in Kunshan, but honestly, Qiao Wan didn't care at all about being excluded from the circle of top students.
In her eyes, Fang Lingqing was like a shining little boss with a distinguished reputation.
The disciples of Lisheng Peak never imagined that Qiao Wan considered them as mere tools for leveling up and a target for testing her skills.
With a clear and melodious voice, the young man transformed the imagery of the poems into powerful attacks with each recitation.
Qiao Wan swung her sword while reciting poems.
The verses she spoke sounded strangely familiar.
If she hadn't misheard...
Jie Hongdan's mouth twitched.
Wasn't that the poem Fang Lingqing just recited?
With every line Fang Lingqing spoke, Qiao Wan echoed it with a solemn voice.
Flowers bloomed in the sky, creating a blooming waterfall, rushing towards Fang Lingqing.
"I won't copy poems from ancient times, I'll copy poems from contemporary writers! And even copy poems from enemies!"
The expressions on the faces of everyone watching on Lisheng Peak shifted collectively.
Could such a skillful move exist?!
As cultivators, they had been in many battles before, with dozens if not hundreds of opponents. They had encountered opponents who copied their poems directly, but no one had ever copied someone else's poems in this kind of martial arts gathering.
Most of them were scholars and they were proud of their own knowledge. Who would want to read someone else's poetry?
But now... the actions of the young boy... it's just too shameless.
The poems were copied and it caught Fang Lingqing off guard, disrupting the rhythm!
The sword light pierced through the falling flowers, heading straight for the youth.
Fang Lingqing clenched his teeth in frustration. So shameless!
Qiao Wan observed Fang Lingqing's reaction and looked at him sympathetically.
If you don't know how to be flexible, you're just being foolish.
The sword light changes unpredictably, but the strikes are anything but polite.
Quick!
So fast!
Although the young boy's cultivation was only at the foundation-building stage, his body techniques and martial skills were clean and efficient.
They only needed Fang Lingqing's rhythm to be disrupted, allowing them to seize the initiative.
The intertwining of their figures and the sword light was pleasing to the eye, evoking admiration.
After receiving guidance from the Demon Emperor himself in the demon realm, Qiao Wan had an advantage in her martial skills. Among her peers, her skills were considered quite good.
Qiao Wan glanced at the three disciples of the Mathematics Department who had different expressions on their faces, and couldn't help but smile with her arms crossed.
In a fight like this, who cares about fancy moves? As long as the techniques work, that's all that matters.
When it comes to battle, can we really expect our enemies to only use certain moves and not others?
This is Qi Feidao's way of doing things.
Because of this, the Mathematics Department, known for being free-spirited and practical, has always been despised by the other departments for being disciplined and proper.
Seeing Fang Lingqing's troubled expression, Qi Feidao rubbed his chin, interested in continuing to observe the changes on the formation board.
The six senior disciples of the other departments were just as amazed as the three disciples.
"Well..." Song Cuixue pondered, "Even so, we still won't be able to win."
Doing this would just be a way to buy time.
All eyes were on the young boy, Qiao Wan, as everyone wondered what he was planning to do.
In the battle against others, there is no distinction between superior and inferior moves.
A clear and gentle voice sounded.
Song Cuixue stared blankly at the female cultivator in front of him.
Bai Shanhu, a woman with a cold and snowy appearance, with her clothes fluttering without wind, her gaze fell on the jade ball, her tone indifferent.
"Elder martial sister... Bai Shanhu, elder martial sister," she actually admitted, admitting Lu Cixian's fighting style.
If we look at their strength alone, Song Cuixue counted on his fingers.
Bai Shanhu's cultivation level is even higher than senior martial brother Meng Canglang.
It's not easy to gain recognition from elder martial sister.
But thinking about it, it doesn't seem so strange. Elder martial sister values practicality the most, and does everything efficiently. This young man, Lu Cixian, has a similar style to elder martial sister. It's not surprising to earn her recognition.
However...
During elder martial sister's observation, why does Xie Xingzhi keep staring at her?
Noticing Xie Xingzhi's gaze, it always falls silently on Bai Shanhu.
Song Cuixue cautiously glanced at Xie Xingzhi.
Fang Lingqing, a proud disciple of the Chongde Ancient Garden, known for its ideals of "benevolence, righteousness, and propriety". Although the rhythm was briefly disrupted by Qiao Wan, it quickly readjusted and fought back for control!
While regaining the advantage, Fang Lingqing couldn't help but taunt, "What's the matter, Immortal Friend Lu? Not good at poetry?"
"In fact, you don't have to compose poetry yourself, reciting is enough."
Clap! Clap!
Each word spoken seemed to step on Qiao Wan's face, shining brightly. But Qiao Wan ignored it all and only had eyes for Fang Lingqing!
When it comes to Confucian martial arts, one stands firm while reciting elegant verses. Just a few words can defeat a hundred soldiers. It all seems graceful and composed. However, the young man's movements were too quick, quickly disrupting Fang Lingqing's rhythm and making it difficult to regain control!
Once the advantage is lost, it becomes difficult to seize it back!
The young man on the field didn't seem to have any intention of winning. He skillfully wielded his sword, engaging in a constant back-and-forth with Fang Lingqing, but didn't use any severe or deadly moves.
It looks like... are they practicing cultivation?
No, this is cultivation!!
Lu Cixian is using Fang Lingqing as a training partner!
The top students, who used to feel a bit superior, were all confused. After realizing this, they felt like their faces were slapped.
Ouch, it hurts.
Looking down on people, huh?
Others don't care at all. Not only do they not say anything, but they also hit you like punching a wooden stake.
Under Qiao Wan's swift and fierce attacks, Fang Lingqing started to get annoyed, and he blocked with his raised hand---
Bang!
Their arms collided.
Qiao Wan expressionlessly stepped back.
A sharp pain surged through him. One of his arms went numb after being elbowed by Qiao Wan.
"Physical cultivation?" Fang Lingqing frowned, enduring the pain, and took another half step back.
"Not reciting poetry, but debating is fine."
Fang Lingqing looked up, staring at Qiao Wan with a determined gaze. "I see that you have the lotus symbol on your body, immortal friend. May I ask, what is Buddhism?"
What is Buddhism?
Copying his poem, huh?!
But now, instead of reciting poetry, he came to debate!
At this very moment, in the Great Hall of Light.
At the same time Qiao Wan, as her true self, could naturally sense what was happening on Lisheng Peak, just like resizing a big hat to a small hat.
The Buddhist in front of her was clearly aware of the dispute on Lisheng Peak.
Don't forget that on her small hat with a swastika pattern, there was still a trace of the opponent's divine sense left.
The gaze of the Buddhist was calm, with a hint of dignity, similar to a teacher inspecting students' work with a poker face.
In her dream, whether she had really absorbed the teachings day and night would be seen now.
Qiao Wan felt a drop of cold sweat on her forehead.
What is a Buddha...
This question must be answered properly.
Focusing her mind on the small hat again, Qiao Wan looked at Fang Lingqing and said, "You are the Buddha."
As soon as the words fell, a golden and compassionate image of a Buddha slowly rose from behind Qiao Wan and pressed towards Fang Lingqing!
"Is the heart the Buddha?" Fang Lingqing, with no fear, sneered, "Do immortal friends always talk about this cliché?"
As the Buddha statue paused, Fang Lingqing stirred up chaos again, forcefully suppressing Qiao Wan halfway!
Taking advantage of your illness to take your life, Fang Lingqing spoke rapidly, striking while the iron was hot, "I ask you, if the heart is the Buddha, then which one is the Buddha?! You Buddhist cultivators, which Buddha do you truly believe in?!"
The battle of words and wits truly began!
With hands and legs swiftly colliding and separating, it became a blur of back and forth, indistinguishable between us.
And in the verbal confrontation, neither gave an inch, responding to each other's words.
The exchange of sword moves and flashing blades bewildered onlookers, rendering them speechless.
Qiao Wan remained composed as she lifted her gaze, "Then let me ask the immortal friend a question, which one is not the Buddha?"
Which one is not the Buddha?
Fang Lingqing's offensive paused, and his mind suddenly went blank.
Which one is not the Buddha?
Meng Canglang, who had silently watched the battle, widened his eyes in surprise for a moment.
The flying petals transformed into countless Buddha images in an instant.
In an instant, the thunder transformed into countless Buddha images.
Buddha images filled the sky and fell one by one.
On the square formation, the Buddha light shone brightly.
A sword swiftly and accurately stabbed into Fang Lingqing's shoulder.
As long as there is Buddha in the heart, Buddha is everywhere.
Whether it's thunder or falling flowers.
No matter what Fang Lingqing said, it was all Buddha!
The outcome was almost without suspense.
By using Buddha in every situation, they faced the hidden dangers in this poetry...
On Lisheng Peak, inside and outside the jade ball, everyone was shocked!
Xie Xingzhi's hand, which was hanging in his sleeve, moved and he solemnly said, "Good."
Just understanding the intentions of the three teachings is not enough. Only by truly integrating and applying them can one become a true Confucianist, Buddhist, and Daoist practitioner!
A streak of blood flowed down Qiao Wan's mouth, and she wiped the blood off the sword.
Clang—
With a flick of her finger, the sword made a crisp sound.
Qiao Wan looked expressionlessly at the disbelieving and bewildered Fang Lingqing in front of her.
"You're being silly, aren't you? Have you ever fought with someone at school, and got the wrong idea?"
Fang Lingqing stared wide-eyed, feeling both embarrassed and angry, wanting to attack again.
Just at that moment, a figure swiftly flew into the formation.
Qiao Wan looked up and only saw a glimpse of a dazzling white figure.
Another figure quickly followed.
A female cultivator, draped in a cloak and looking like a fairy, descended gracefully. With a wave of her hand, she effortlessly deflected the young man's attack.
Fang Lingqing abruptly stopped.
His face turned pale, filled with nervousness. "E-elder martial sister..."
Before he could finish his words, Bai Shanhu's sidelong glance silenced him.
Bai Shanhu intercepted Fang Lingqing's movement.
Qi Feidao stopped Qiao Wan from making a move.
Boom-
A surge of spiritual energy emanated from the young man, spreading outwards.
Qi Feidao stood between the two, perfectly blocking Qiao Wan's attack. He smiled and said, "Let's have a friendly competition without causing any harm."
Qiao Wan's gaze fell upon the untidy young man.
In order to stop her from approaching Fang Lingqing, Qi Feidao had clearly taken precautions. His entire body was on alert, watching every move with eyes that seemed to see through every little change and mistake, analyzing with precision.
Is this a scholar from the Mathematics Department?
Throughout history, anything related to numbers has always been a powerful weapon.
Qi Feidao is very strong.
Unlike the feeling Jia Yin gave her, who could make her feel as weak as a tiny insect in front of a tree, this Confucian scholar was different.
Although he was stronger than Fang Lingqing and several times stronger than her, the strength that Qiao Wan felt from him was surpassing. As long as she worked hard enough, she believed that one day she could reach the level of Qi Feidao too!
But for now, she couldn't defeat him.
Since it wasn't a life-or-death duel and Qiao Wan wasn't one to waste words, she decisively collected the Buddhist light.
As the Buddhist light dispersed, small flowers capable of cutting throats fluttered down gracefully.
Bai Shanhu raised her sleeve in an attempt to prevent any of the inconsiderate flowers from landing on her beautiful face.
Bai Shanhu had not even made a move when two figures rushed out ahead.
One was a streak of sword light.
Xie Xingzhi unsheathed his mysterious iron sword behind him, and a swift slash of sword light quickly cut through the falling flowers.
The other was a beam of Buddha's light.
Qiao Wan, who had not had time to fully retract the Buddha's light, was closer to Bai Shanhu and a step faster since she was inside the formation.
A golden Buddha statue, seated in a lotus position, made a hand gesture and skillfully caught the falling flowers in its palm, just in time before the sword light could reach the female cultivator.
The swift sword light was a step too slow and was squeezed out by the Buddha statue, missing the female cultivator.
In ancient times, they offered flowers to Buddhas, now they offered Buddhas to flowers.
A golden Buddha offering flowers.
How romantic it was.
Bai Shanhu was taken aback and couldn't help but glance in the direction of Qiao Wan, even though she had a cold and indifferent heart.
The young man was handsome and dignified, like a person who had been rinsed with ice and snow.
The woman was even more resilient, as if she had challenged the frost.
Both of them had the same calm and indifferent expression, and from several yards away, they met eyes and locked gazes.
The whole place suddenly fell silent!
The six closest senior disciples to Xie Xingzhi were the first to sense that something was wrong!
The swordlight was squeezed out.
The man frowned, and the surroundings were frozen and covered in snow for miles and miles!
Song Cuixue shivered.
He boasted about being stylish, able to accurately sniff out gossip and keenly spot signs of dishonesty.
Lone Sword Xie Xingzhi, who had experienced six romances, seemed to have a faint fondness for his elder martial sister.
So this young man...
If they weren't mistaken, this young man was being attentive to the elder martial sister, the girl that Xie Xingzhi had his eye on, right?
Who does he think he is, daring to snatch a woman from Lone Sword Xie Xingzhi!
Song Cuixue paused, feeling as if a thunderbolt was about to strike him, almost losing control as he lunged forward.
Darn it! A love rival!
