Chapter 395: Is This Confucian Cultivation?

Qi Xiong said fiercely, but Wu Shou beside him had no answer at all.

On the other side, the disciples stationed at Divine Sword Peak and Jade Maiden Peak brought back the injured Literature Academy Peak disciple with Li Dazui and a few others.

After all, he had suffered serious injuries and still needed a few days of rest.

Upon returning to the camp, he saw a huge spirit city in the distance, and this Literature Academy Peak disciple was stunned.

"Senior Brother, what is this..............."

I thought maybe the sect had issued some order; otherwise why would disciples from both peaks be mobilized together.

As for this, Li Dazui merely replied lightly.

"Oh, we are out for training."

Training?

Hearing this, the Literature Academy Peak disciple felt a bit dazed; he had gone out for training many times before, but he had never seen disciples from both peaks, tens of thousands together, go out for training.

Do you really call this training?

His expression was strange, and before he could speak, suddenly terrifying battle aftershocks emanated from the spirit city.

At that moment, the disciple felt even more odd; with both peaks' disciples present, could anyone still dare to attack here?

He turned his head suspiciously toward the calm Li Dazui and his group, while they seemed utterly unaffected by these battle aftershocks.

Walking unhurriedly into the spirit city, they chatted casually.

"Senior Brother and his wife have started again."

"After all, they haven't fought in several days."

From the aura of the battle aftershocks, Li Dazui and the others immediately knew it was Zhao Zhengping and Zhao Rou fighting again.

To this, they had long been accustomed and felt no surprise.

Indeed, at this moment above the kitchen courtyard, Zhao Zhengping and Zhao Rou were locked in battle.

Or rather, Zhao Rou wore a furious expression while Zhao Zhengping looked bewildered.

"Are you crazy?"

Blocking Zhao Rou's sword, Zhao Zhengping said angrily; Zhao Rou responded with a furious glare.

"Zhao Zhengping, today is the day we perish together."

"What the hell did I do."

Zhao Zhengping was genuinely puzzled; he had done nothing, woke up from sleep having only said one sentence, and this woman suddenly went berserk.

The matter goes back to half an hour earlier; Zhao Zhengping, who had toiled all night with Zhao Rou, had no energy to cultivate and fell into a deep sleep.

While sleeping, he had a dream and even talked in his sleep, which Zhao Rou happened to overhear.

"Rou sister, hahaha............."

"Haha, Rou sister............."

Seeing Zhao Zhengping talk in his sleep, Zhao Rou initially felt delighted, thinking Brother Ping held her in his heart, even dreaming of her.

Gently stroking Zhao Zhengping's cheek, suddenly not knowing what he dreamed, Zhao Zhengping jolted awake and shouted.

"Evil obstacle............."

Seeing this, Zhao Rou tried to comfort him, while Zhao Zhengping held Zhao Rou and said.

"Rou sister, you scared me to death; I dreamed you died and then turned into a fierce ghost............."

Hmm???

Zhao Rou, who had been happy, hearing this, froze instantly, staring blankly at Zhao Zhengping and said.

"So you just dreamed I died?"

"Yeah, I was heartbroken."

Heartbroken? Gritting her teeth, you were just laughing happily a moment ago.

The joy instantly turned to anger; without hesitation, given Zhao Rou's temper, she naturally drew her sword and attacked.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhengping also hastily dodged, and then the two engaged in battle.

In the kitchen below, Xu Jie and others watched the fierce fight between Zhao Zhengping and his wife, chatting casually.

"What caused this this time?"

"I don't know; they just started fighting."

"Let them be."

Before they would try to intervene, but now Xu Jie and the others said they had grown accustomed to it.

Just then, Li Dazui led the Literature Academy Peak disciple inside.

"Senior Brother."

"What's up?"

"This Literature Academy Peak junior encountered demonic cultivators, got injured, and will need a few days to recover."

"Just arrange a room for him."

This is trivial; seeing this, the Literature Academy Peak disciple also hurriedly bowed and saluted, respectfully addressing the group of inner disciples.

"Thank you, Senior Brother."

Meanwhile, Ye Zhangqing, looking at this Literature Academy Peak disciple, had a strange expression.

"You damn well say this is a Literature Academy Peak disciple? Isn't Literature Academy Peak for Confucian cultivators?"

"This guy's build is outrageous—over two meters tall, right? His arms are as thick as my thighs, right?"

"Are you sure this isn't a Dragon Elephant Peak disciple? But a Literature Academy Peak disciple?"

"No, speaking of Dragon Elephant Peak, when they don't activate the Nine Vaults Secret Law, they look more like Confucian cultivators."

"His whole body is muscle, wearing a beast-skin vest, his face rugged; you say this is a Literature Academy Peak disciple?"

Ye Zhangqing was a little stunned for a moment.

Only after that disciple left did Ye Zhangqing open his mouth to ask Xu Jie.

"Are all the disciples of Wen Yuan Peak like this?"

"Huh?"

At first he didn't react, but soon Xu Jie understood Ye Zhangqing's meaning and laughed.

"Don't look at how those Wen Yuan Peak disciples are ugly one by one, but they are all genuine Confucian cultivators who study the Analects and the Spring and Autumn; they excel at literary debate, and each of them has an incredibly sharp tongue."

"Huh???"

Listening to Xu Jie's introduction, Ye Zhangqing suddenly thought of a certain ancient ancestor from his past life, Kong Fuzi.

As an ancestor of scholars, Kong Fuzi seemed to be the same, traveling the feudal states and educating the world.

It is said that under his command there were three thousand little brothers...... no, disciples, they are disciples.

I too am possessed of great strength, able to lift the gate of a nation.

Right now, does Wen Yuan Peak seem somewhat like that?

Because scholars enjoy literary debate, one must therefore let the opponent calm down to listen to your speech, so.........

Glancing strangely at Xu Jie, Ye Zhangqing curled his lips and said.

"Third Shī xiōng thinks this is just a silver tongue?"

"Otherwise? Our Wen Yuan Peak has never lost in literary debates among Dongzhou's major academies; our eloquence is unmatched in Dongzhou, and every time we leave our opponents speechless."

"Are you sure they're speechless, or just afraid to speak?"

For a moment he still couldn't grasp the meaning of Ye Zhangqing's words.

Divine Sword Peak is still bustling, and near Yuan Mountain, Juexin and company have also brought a group of Putuo Temple disciples ahead of time.

As for coming to Yuan Mountain to station, the Putuo Temple disciples not only had no reluctance, but eagerly signed up, each one extremely excited.

Even fighting over a slot is not surprising at all.

You should know this is for the Dao Yi Sect to garrison; logically, the disciples ought to be resistant.

But who would have thought that these disciples would actually volunteer to come?

Even after being rejected by Juexin and others, they still wore a look of dejection.

In the end, the selected disciples were all as if injected with chicken blood.

Upon just arriving at Yuan Mountain, these disciples excitedly said.

"By the way, when are the people from the Dao Yi Sect coming?"

"The abbot said it'll be soon, just these few days."

"Haha, good, this time we must definitely have a taste of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall; the little monk's Golden Bell Cover has already reached great accomplishment."

"Da Cheng, you're talking nonsense; my Capture Dragon Hand has reached perfection, this meal will definitely have a bite for the little monk."