Chapter 15: Unavoidable Sleeping in Class
"Mr. Mao Sui is in trouble!" Gongsun Long shook his head. The key to Guiguzi's strategy is strategy. If you want to be strategic, you must have enough venues and time to prepare.
The problem is that this is the Debate Hall, and the place is so small that it happens to be covered by the Mohist domain. There is no room for Guiguzi's swordsmanship to be performed, not to mention that Master Xiang should be one level higher than Mao Sui. Unless the contemporary Hengjian is also present, the combined efforts of Zongheng may be able to break the Mohist domain.
"This sword is struck for my last disciple. Live well, he will come to find you in person in the future!" Master Xiang turned around, put away the sword, and slowly walked back to his seat.
No one reacted, and no one saw Master Xiang take action, but after hearing Master Xiang's words, everyone looked at Mao Sui.
Mao Sui also felt a little puzzled. He examined himself and made sure that he was not injured. Then he looked up at Xiang Fuzi with even more confusion. As soon as he looked up, he saw a fist as big as a sandbag hitting his chest.
He punched out and retracted his fist in one smooth motion. Before Mao Sui could react, he was knocked out by the punch and crashed into Chu Nangong behind him. He was supported by Dongjun's palm and was able to stand steadily.
"Despicable!" Mao Sui cursed and spat out a mouthful of blood. He never expected that the dignified Prime Minister would be so unethical as to launch a sneak attack, and even made the move when Mao Sui was distracted. The timing was so accurate that he didn't even have a chance to draw his sword.
"Didn't the old ghost tell you that when facing the enemy, you should not believe even a single word they say? Young people are still too naive!" Mr. Xiang looked like a lonely master. He turned around and returned to his seat and winked at Jin Yao.
However, Mao Sui remained vigilant, fearing that the Prime Minister would do it again. He did not breathe a sigh of relief until the Prime Minister actually sat down. He sat back in his seat and swallowed the loss alone.
Han Fei, Li Si and Jin Yao all saw the Prime Minister's last look, and they all knew that the Prime Minister was venting his anger on Jin Yao.
"I'm so envious of having such a teacher!" Han Fei spoke unconsciously. Because of the hostility of his disciples, he was able to abandon all his face and rules to help his disciples vent their anger.
Li Si also nodded consciously. Who wouldn’t like such a teacher?
"Are you saying that I am not as good as your teacher?" Xunzi turned his head and glanced at Han Fei and Li Si. I'm still here, and you want to betray your teacher?
"Disciple dare not!" Han Fei and Li Si immediately shrank their heads like quails. How could they forget that the teacher was there too.
Jin Yao was touched because he was helped out by his hostility. But then he changed his mind and thought, this is how the Mo Bian lineage used their mouth sword. He learned something!
"Grandmaster!" The leaders of each of the Hundred Schools were all solemn. Although Master Xiang only threw one punch, the speed was something that only a grandmaster could do.
Even Guiguzi Zongheng's sword Mao Sui couldn't block it. If it were them, I'm afraid it would be the same.
The most crucial thing is that the Mohist school itself has a profound foundation and is the best in the world in terms of mechanical techniques. Now there is a martial arts master in charge. Anyone who faces the Mohist school must weigh his own strength.
Mao Sui also knew that even if he was prepared, he might not be able to block a punch from the master, so he did not continue to provoke him. Otherwise, he would be beaten to death in vain. The Jixia Academy never prohibited the death of people.
"From the moment Mao Sui listened to the words of that old fool Xiang Fuzi, he lost." Gongsun Long commented lightly .
Because of that sentence, Mao Sui focused all his attention and mind on the sword, and his mind was still wandering around the world. Even if Master Xiang had attacked a little slower, Mao Sui would only be focusing on the sword that Master Xiang had borrowed from him, and he still couldn't avoid getting hit by that punch.
"Are all Mohists like this?" Gongsun Linglong asked curiously.
"Of course not. This is only true for real enemies. I will not be surprised if the Mohist School uses any means to fight the enemy." Han Tan smiled. No matter what means a person who survived the battlefield used, they would not be surprised. Survival was the most important thing. And Master Xiang was the head of the Mo Bian lineage who had survived various battlefields.
"So, Mohist school and Guiguzi really have a grudge against each other?" Gongsun Linglong grasped the key point.
"Not sure, but the Mo Bian lineage must have a great hatred with Mao Sui!" Han Tan thought about it. Master Xiang can only represent the Mo Bian lineage and cannot represent the Mohist School. And Master Xiang's words and final action were obviously just to vent his anger for his disciple.
Therefore, the person who had a grudge against Mao Sui should be one of Master Xiang's disciples, and this was just a private grudge. Neither the Mohist School nor Guiguzi would make a big fuss about it.
This is also the reason why the other hundreds of families did not speak up to instigate or try to stop the fight. It is someone else's personal grudge, and the best option is to remain silent before understanding the specific reason.
Subsequently, hundreds of leaders of different schools of thought took the stage to present their own theories, and the fight between Xiang Fuzi and Mao Sui was just a small episode.
"Isn't it said to be a dispute over the nature of human nature within Confucianism? Why hasn't it started yet?" Jin Yao, who was bored, looked around and muttered.
Han Fei, Li Si and other scholars were different. Those who came on stage were all famous masters among the Hundred Schools of Thought. Ordinary people had the opportunity to listen to their lectures, so they all listened very seriously.
"The Jixia Academy is a place where hundreds of schools of thought contend with each other. This is the charm of the Jixia Academy. All scholars can learn about schools of thought other than their own here, and use them to collide with their own theories to give birth to more civilized theories." Han Fei answered casually, his mind still focused on the speeches of the giants of various schools.
Everyone knows that the Jixia Academy has been in decline since the time of King Min of Qi. Its current splendor is only a flash in the pan, and no one knows when it will appear again. Therefore, all the scholars concentrate on listening and enjoying it.
Jin Yao, who had ADHD, was a little restless to sit still, but the King of Qi, the Queen, and the bigwigs from various families were all there, so he couldn't leave the table or walk out.
As soon as the great masters of the hundred schools of thought began their speeches , the gate was blocked by the scholars who had rushed in, and he would be too conspicuous if he wanted to go out.
So, Jin Yao could only quietly retreat, lean against a pillar and close his eyes to take a nap, because he couldn't understand a lot of what these people said. It was like going back to the scene when the teacher was lecturing in school, and sleepiness crept up on him unconsciously.
"You scoundrel, you are ignorant and unlearned!" The only person present who paid attention to Jin Yao was the young Gongsun Linglong. She looked at Jin Yao's performance with even more contempt. He could actually sleep during such a grand event.
"Snore~Snore~" When Master Chu Nan of the Yin-Yang School was halfway through his speech on stage, a thunderous snoring sound came from behind a pillar, which sounded extremely harsh in the quiet academy.
Han Fei and Li Si looked around and didn't see Jin Yao. Then they looked at Jin Yao who was sleeping soundly behind the pillar. Cold sweat instantly broke out on their bodies. Snoring in such an occasion, let alone anything else, but the fact that he was inappropriate in front of the king was enough to make him suffer.
What's more, there are so many giants and scholars from various schools of thought around. However, asking them to wake up Jin Yao would implicate them all and make them the target of public gossip.
