Chapter 797: Scholar's backbone?

The Dongwen Academy made the first move. To this, the Wenxue Peak naturally could only choose that the people were more important; in any case, they definitely couldn't be the same as the Dongwen Academy.

And the other Confucian cultivators from other academies joined these two camps one after another.

This was all very normal. Every time the Dongwen Poetry Gathering reached the debate segment in previous years, it was basically a contest between the Dongwen Academy and the Dao Yi Sect's Wenxue Peak.

As for the other Confucian cultivators, they joined their camps and followed along to cheer.

As the words of this Dongwen Academy personal disciple fell, the Wenxue Peak side was not to be outdone, and Shen Xian stood up and said.

"A pack of lies."

"As the saying goes, water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. The people are the water, and the monarch is the boat. If there are no common people in this world, where would the country come from?"

"It's like, without parents, where would you come from? Don't tell me you popped out of a crack in a stone?"

"Shen Xian, what are you saying?"

"Just an analogy."

"Heh, a joke. The monarch is the head of the world; if there is no monarch, where would the people come from?"

"Oh, according to you, is it because you exist that your father and mother exist?"

"You, you, you..."

"Are you only recognizing your father and mother after you were born?"

"You're talking nonsense."

"Look, he's anxious."

"I..."

Originally, he was still interested, but as Shen Xian spoke, Ye Changqing felt that the flavor had become wrong again.

And this personal disciple of the Dongwen Academy was clearly a bit anxious, obviously falling into a disadvantage.

And Shen Xian gave a cold laugh. That's it?

Can't even control your own emotions, and you come to debate? You've read so many sage books in vain.

Afterward, the disciples of both sides went back and forth, speaking one after another. For a time, the scene was intense.

It's just that as they talked, are you sure this is a poetry gathering for scholars in the Eastern Continent? Or a bandit convention? ===== CHAPTER 798 =====