Chapter 883 Sword Sect, Nine Abyss Famous Sword
The old scholar looked at Mo Cheng in surprise. He didn't expect that he could write such poems at such an age.
At the same time, he secretly sighed in his heart that from what the poem showed, Mo Cheng also had an unforgettable emotional experience, but it was a pity that it did not end well.
From what the old scholar knew, Mo Cheng was already able to control the thunder at such a young age. His talent could be said to be a genius of his generation. However, Mo Cheng did not have the slightest aura of thunder that could kill and destroy everything.
Thinking of this, the old scholar couldn't help but shook his head.
He had enough talent to conquer the world, but was trapped by love. What a pity.
From this poem, we can see that Mo Cheng's knowledge is definitely not as high as others say. People with less knowledge cannot even imagine such a sad and sad love.
Glancing at Mo Cheng, the old scholar smiled and said, "He is indeed Wei Yi's disciple. He is almost the same as him."
No one knew what he was saying, but the teachers and gentlemen who were judging the case with the old scholar knew what he was talking about.
The same genius, the same Taoist and Confucian cultivation, and the same...
Trapped by love.
The old scholar shook his head and asked another question, "I heard that the sword you carry is the Flowing Water, one of the Nine Abyss Famous Swords?"
Mo Cheng didn't say anything, but took out the Liushui Sword and presented it to him with both hands.
The old scholar picked up the Flowing Water Sword and pulled out a section from the scabbard. "The sword light is gentle and crystal clear, sharp but not sharp, it is indeed the Flowing Water Sword."
The old scholar returned the Flowing Water Sword to Mo Cheng and said, "Do you know what the Nine Abysses means?"
This was already considered a test of academic knowledge, and Mo Cheng didn't know if this was considered part of the [Poetry Championship], but in front of so many people, especially with the referee asking the question, Mo Cheng couldn't just ignore it.
Fortunately, Mo Cheng really knew what [Jiuyuan] represented.
"The Pan of the Niuxuan River is the abyss, the Pan of the Still Water is the abyss, the Pan of the Flowing Water is the abyss, the Pan of the Flooding Water is the abyss, the Pan of the Wo River is the abyss, the Pan of the Wei River is the abyss, the Pan of the Yong River is the abyss, the Pan of the Wei River is the abyss, and the Pan of the Fei River is the abyss. These are the Nine Abysses."
The old scholar smiled and nodded, "There are nine [Nine Abyss Swords] in total. They were once the treasures of the ancient great sect [Sword Sect]. According to legend, whoever collects all the [Nine Abyss Swords] can obtain the ruins of the [Sword Sect] and inherit everything left by the [Sword Sect]. But within three thousand years, the person who collected the most [Nine Abyss Swords] only got five, and then he died in a life-and-death duel due to the sword energy breaking his body."
"In the next thousand years, if someone collects more than three of the Nine Abyss Swords, they will be in trouble. It is said that the Nine Abyss Swords carry the fierce aura of the Sword Sect's destruction. If someone keeps multiple Nine Abyss Swords for a long time, they will suffer the disaster when the Sword Sect was destroyed."
Mo Cheng took a look at the Liushui Sword in his hand. He didn't expect that the sword in his hand had such an origin, but he didn't want to explore it.
Firstly, this sword has to be returned to someone else, and secondly, this thing cannot be converted into equipment.
And most importantly, if the so-called evil disaster appeared around him, Mo Cheng would definitely welcome it.
This is a source of experience points.
After the old scholar finished speaking, he asked again: "I heard that you have good military strategy, do you know how to use troops?"
Now not only the other students, but even Mo Cheng could hear that this was not a test at all, but a serious teaching and answering of questions.
The old scholar is giving a lecture.
Mo Cheng reacted , straightened his clothes subconsciously, and then bowed.
Seeing this, the old scholar smiled and said, "You are a man who knows etiquette. Please sit down."
Mo Cheng bowed again, sat down and thought carefully before answering cautiously, "Attacking the city is inferior, attacking the heart is superior."
He didn't know much about military tactics. Even among the Thirty-Six Stratagems, he only knew the most widely circulated ones, so he had to be careful when answering.
Mo Cheng didn't know why the [Poetry Competition] turned into a question-and-answer session and a class, but it was obvious that the old scholar who was the referee had this power, so even if Mo Cheng had no experience in this area, he could only accompany the other party and wait for him to be happy.
"What's the point of attacking a city? What's the point of attacking the heart?"
The old scholar continued to ask questions. At this time, the teacher beside him coughed twice, "Ahem, Mr. Dao Chong, please stop for a moment. Today is the day of the poetry meeting..."
The teacher signaled to the old scholar with his eyes, indicating that today was not a day for class and he should not disturb others' interest in class on such a holiday.
At the same time, the Master looked at Mo Cheng and Shen Xueqi beside him, "Don't be so unromantic at this time. Today is a poetry gathering, a poetry gathering!"
The teacher's reminder immediately made the old scholar react. The Baigu Poetry Meeting is not only a festival event, but also an annual large-scale blind date event. Countless men and women meet here and then decide to spend their lives together.
Today is indeed not a good day for class, but the old scholar snorted: "It's too late to go back to the flowers, you might as well listen to my lecture."
Although he said this, Mr. Dao Chong had no intention of continuing the lecture. He waved his hand at Mo Cheng and said, "Today is a poetry gathering, so go and have fun. When you have time, come to the Shangyu Academy in the city to find me. Let's see how much Wei Yi has learned now, after leaving the academy for many years."
Mo Cheng could now understand that Mr. Dao Chong must have some old ties with Taoist Wei Yi, and the questions and answers just now were probably intended as a test.
Mo Cheng bowed again and took Shen Xueqi away. After the two left, Mr. Dao Chong looked at the teacher beside him with a smile, "I wanted to embarrass Wei Yi's disciple, but he made me famous. How do you feel?"
From Mr. Dao Chong's perspective, that poem will undoubtedly be sung all over the country from today on.
He also happened to know that the question that Mo Cheng had just drawn had been tampered with.
The Master shook his head and sighed, "I wanted to embarrass that kid, but I didn't expect..."
"Isn't it just that Wei Yi pushed me into the lake and I drank a bellyful of water? Why do you have to hold such a grudge against me?"
The master rolled his eyes. "Being thrown into the lake is because of inferior skills. I have nothing to say. But Mr. Dao Chong also knows that my cousin has not married yet. The reason is that Wei Yi has something to do with it."
"Forget it. I can't find him. It's not gentlemanly to make things difficult for his disciples." As he said that, the teacher laughed out loud, as if he had thought of something funny. "But I do want to know, if those people knew that Wei Yi's disciples were traveling for study, I wonder what they would do."
"Mo Cheng is not bad at learning, but I'm afraid those people are not looking for Mo Cheng to test his knowledge."
Mr. Dao Chong squinted his eyes and smiled, as if he was watching a good show, "The romantic debts of Wei Yi in the past."
The Master also added at the right time, "As far as I know, Suzaku Youji left Chilian Mountain some time ago."
