Chapter 29 Identity Exposed
"I don't know how many hardships you've gone through, but you've taken the wrong path. I don't want to see you go all the way. Please give me some advice!"
Just when everyone thought that the Confucian disciple would not go up again, a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in dark green brocade clothes and holding a bronze sword, slowly walked onto the debate stage.
"Fuxi, Funian, please give me some advice, junior brother!" Fu Nian said seriously, holding the sword.
He was a disciple of a neutral faction. However, Confucianism would never allow an outstanding disciple to go astray. Therefore, even though it was known that the disciple had excusable circumstances, they had to step forward and help the disciple correct his mistakes.
"Fu Nian!" Jin Yao looked at the young Fu Nian and was a little surprised. This was the future leader of Confucianism, the big boss of Confucianism who could suppress Yan Lu and Zhang Liang.
"Please!" Jin Yao didn't dare to be careless anymore and took Ling Xu back.
"clang~" Fu Nian slowly extended a sword, impartial, dignified and upright.
Jin Yao's eyes were dignified. Although this sword seemed very slow, it had actually blocked his other routes of retreat with its momentum, so he had no choice but to meet this sword.
This is also the first peer Jin Yao has met who can suppress his aura.
Dang~dang~dang~
In a flash, swords collided, and the figures of the two people could no longer be seen in the field, only the scattered sword energy was flying.
"I have really lived a dog's life!" Hundreds of scholars all around looked at the two people fighting on the field. Is this the foundation of the world's famous schools? A young boy has the strength of a second-rate top master.
"Junior brother, if you only use this sword again, you will lose!" After Fu Nian and Jin Yao attacked, they each took a few steps back. Fu Nian looked at Jin Yao and said.
Their fight was very brief, but they exchanged no less than dozens of sword strikes. However, Fu Nian frowned, wondering why this junior brother only used the first sword of the courtesy sword. Moreover, several times, he clearly saw Jin Yao's sword moves changing, but he stopped abruptly.
What was he hiding, what was he afraid of, and why did he only strike with one sword? Fu Nian couldn't figure it out.
Jin Yao was helpless. He wanted to draw his sword, but there were too many masters present. Once he used Mozi's sword technique, he would be completely exposed.
"I only know this sword!" Jin Yao put the sword back into the sheath and said helplessly.
"Junior brother, do you think you will believe it?" Fu Nian didn't believe it. How could he only know one sword skill after subconsciously changing his sword moves and techniques so many times?
After saying that, Fu Nian once again thrust out a sword in an ordinary manner, and instantly pressed forward with his body, forcing Jin Yao to draw his sword.
"Draw the sword, draw the sword, draw the sword!" Fu Nian took advantage of the situation and showed no mercy. Seeing that Jin Yao had always resisted with courtesy before force, he angrily increased the speed of his sword, forcing Jin Yao to use other sword moves.
"Does he really only know one sword?" Xunzi hesitated. Being forced to this point by Fu Nian, he only used courtesy before force and did not use other courtesy and sword techniques. Doesn't that mean he only knows one sword?
"Dang~" There was another sound of swords clashing, but the winner had already been decided. A bronze sword was shaken high into the air, and on the field, Jin Yao and Fu Nian stood face to face, and then watched Jin Yao slowly put Ling Xu horizontally in front of his chest and put the sword back into the sheath.
"What a fast sword!" Fu Nian looked at his empty hands, then turned to look at his left shoulder. A sharp sword mark had cut through his sleeve.
"What is the name of this sword?" Fu Nian asked. The sword was too fast, so fast that he couldn't react before his sword was knocked away, and then his left arm was cut by the opponent's sword.
Fu Nian knew very well that the sword was originally intended to stab his heart. At the last moment, Jin Yao forcibly reversed the force of the sword and only cut his left arm.
"That's not swordsmanship!" The head of the Fu family walked up nervously and checked Fu Nian's injuries. He was relieved to see that he was fine. This was a disciple that their Fu family had put all their efforts to train, and in the future he would challenge the various Confucian schools.
"Thank you, nephew, for showing mercy. If I am not mistaken, that sword should be a spear technique!" The head of the Fu family looked at Jin Yao and asked.
Just when Fu Nian launched a fierce attack, Jin Yao could only retreat step by step and block left and right, but suddenly he grasped the sword with both hands and suddenly used force to shake Fu Nian's sword away. At an incredible angle, Ling Xu turned back along his shoulder and pierced Fu Nian's left arm with a sword.
"Spearmanship, the counter-attack!" Jin Yao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The counter-attack, the spear's return to kill, also directly stabs the enemy's vitals. Because in a split second, no one can confirm the return of the stab, so everyone will stab subconsciously based on feeling.
After Jin Yao stabbed out, he realized that it was not a life-and-death fight, so he forcibly changed the direction and stabbed Fu Nian's left arm, but the price he paid was the reverse flow of his blood and a twisted waist!
Fu Nian and the head of the Fu family bowed and left the debate stage.
"His waist is injured!" Many masters present saw that Jin Yao's forcible deflection of the sword not only caused him some internal injuries, but the most serious thing was that the sword twisted his waist, which is extremely fatal in a fight.
The waist is the hub for people to exert and store force. Once the waist is injured, many moves will be difficult to perform, and even if they can be performed, there will be a certain delay.
"He is a disciple of Mohism!" Chunyu Yue stood up angrily, looked at Xunzi, and then looked at Jin Yao.
It was impossible for the head of the Fu family not to see that when Jin Yao held the sword , the internal energy he was circulating did not converge. The internal energy that was as black as ink and had white entanglements was only from the Mo family, nothing else. It was just that the Fu family owed Jin Yao a favor and did not say it out loud.
However, as a conservative of the established school, how could Chunyu Yue tolerate a disciple from another school talking freely in their Confucian debate, lecturing on Confucian classics and disrupting the debate?
"It's over!" Jin Yao held his waist. He was still hoping for a lucky break when he drew the sword. Now it seems that he had underestimated these great Confucian scholars.
"Master Prime Minister, Xun Kuang, what do you want to do?" Chunyu Yue was too proud of his status to bother with Jin Yao. He turned around and looked at Xun Kuang and Master Prime Minister who were getting up to leave, and shouted.
Jin Yao also followed Chunyu Yue's gaze and looked at his teacher. He suddenly felt terrible. You are my teacher, and you want to run away without caring about your disciple's life or death.
Seeing that he had not escaped, Mr. Xiang sat back in his seat awkwardly. Eyes look at the nose, nose looks at the heart. As long as I am thick-skinned enough, others will be embarrassed.
Seeing Master Xiang's look, Chunyu Yue turned his gaze to Xunzi, waiting for him to give a satisfactory answer. What was the purpose of sending a disciple of Mohism to fight against Confucianism?
"Mr. Chunyu, have you forgotten that when discussing politics, one should not destroy the heart?" Xunzi was not in a hurry and continued to speak slowly.
"Zi Yao studied under the Mohist school and also took classes under my tutelage. When did the Jixia Academy ban his family from participating in debates? Is this what Mr. Chunyu thinks of Confucianism? Or does Confucianism have to work behind closed doors and not listen to what others say?" Xunzi slowly stood up, brought Jin Yao to his side, and walked towards the three great Confucian masters of the neutral school, Zuoqiu, Gongyang, and Fu.
