Chapter 82 In the middle of winter, a hundred schools of thought discuss

Scholars in the academy are gradually getting busy these days, preparing for the upcoming discussion on the Dao by a hundred schools of thought.

This discussion of the Hundred Schools is the top priority of the Academy. At that time, there will be sects of all sizes tens of thousands of miles around to watch the gift giving, and they will still break their heads and rush to give gifts to the Academy. After all, they can enter the Academy to see the Hundred Schools. Talking about the Tao is a great affirmation of one's own sect, and later in this state, it can be regarded as a famous sect.

The hundred families in the Academy perform their own duties, the chef cooks, the restaurant brews wine, the Legalists inspect, the Confucian entertains guests, and the little old man of the inventor line really has nothing to do, so he is arranged to go to the gate behind the Shouxue Palace.

Without further ado, the old man called Chen Jiu to go, and told him to keep watch and not to commit any crimes, and he would be credited to his inventors at that time.

So Chen Jiu was wearing a cotton-padded jacket, carrying a jug of wine, and went to the back door of the school, sitting on the bottom step, leaning on the pillar of the back door, with his hands in his sleeves, drinking a sip of wine every once in a while .

Hundreds of schools of thought have not yet started, and there are very few visitors every day, and most of them do not go through the back door guarded by Chen Jiu. The disciples of the college also went to the main entrance guarded by the two Xiezhi to watch the excitement, so no one came to the back door.

So it was inevitable that Chen Jiu would feel a little lonely when he guarded the back door. Fortunately, he drank a few sips of wine, and once his body warmed up, he could lean on the pillar and sleep by himself.

It's just that he couldn't sleep like this every day, so he took a chessboard from the Taoist temple and played against himself. First, he took a step by himself, shouted a word of immortal hand, then ran to the opposite side with a small step, made a backhand move, and yelled to turn the world around.

Often at the end of the game, both sides have nothing to go, Chen Jiu can only regret, "It's only one step away!"

On the tower of the high school palace, there is a great Confucian who is in charge of staring at Chen Jiu. He is afraid that the disciple of the old sword god will make some kind of moth in this hundred schools of thought, and then the reputation of the school will be too damaged. up.

The big Confucian with the jade pendant hanging from his waist looked at Chen Jiu, and grinned, thinking that the disciple of the old sword god was really big-hearted, and even told him to guard the gate, he even started playing chess.

The Great Confucianism sighed, and after thinking about it, he felt that it was okay, as long as the young man didn't beat others with his hands, he would be fine, playing chess and using his brain, it's pretty good.

Miss Qinglie will also come to the back door to look for Chen Jiu when she is free, and bring him some snacks, such as melon seeds, peanuts and small pastries, which are all bought by Zhou Xian himself in the town at the foot of the mountain, which are more delicious than those sold in the academy. some.

Chen Jiu often plays chess with Miss Qinglie while knocking on melon seeds, but his stinky chess basket is no match for other girls, but the outcome of the two is still divided between 50 and 50, and even when Zhou Xian wins chess, he wins by a narrow margin. Let's talk about killing.

The Great Confucian standing on the top of the tower saw this scene with a strange expression on his face. If he remembers correctly, Zhou Xian seemed to be a national-level chess player when his old man was still alive. He used to play chess with others. Miss Qinglie He is also famous for his quickness and ruthlessness, and he is best at killing. He once had the feat of beating another national player with twenty steps.

Daru's expression became more and more strange. Such a fierce chess player, now she is now winning 50-50 points against this stinky chess player?

What about this nonsense?

Chen Jiu didn't know this, so even if he knew, he would only lament the girl's amazing chess skills, and she won by five or five points with him.

Zhou Xian and Chen Jiu sat on the stairs together. After playing a game of chess, they stood up, patted the sporadic snow stains on the buttocks of the cotton skirt, shook their little boots, put their hands on their hips, and twisted their waists to move around. , asked Chen Jiu with a smile.

"Is my dress nice?"

Chen Jiu was still pondering over the chess pieces on the chessboard, without raising his head, he replied, "It looks good."

Zhou Xian pouted, "You didn't even look at it."

Chen Jiu glanced at her very quickly, "It's pretty."

Miss Qinglie snorted, and walked in front of him, holding the chessboard with her little hand, "Am I better looking or the chess pieces are better looking?"

Chen Jiu raised his head and stared straight at the girl with a serious expression, and said in a deep voice: "It's needless to say..."

Zhou Xian looked forward to it.

Chen Jiu looked at the chess pieces again, and only left one sentence, "It must be a good-looking chess piece, and you can't take two steps by hand."

Zhou Xian twitched the corner of his mouth, and said with a sneer: "Oh, really, let's do it again then?"

Chen Jiu hurriedly agreed happily, "Success."

So he was killed in ten steps by Miss Qinglie.

Chen Jiu sat dumbfounded, remained silent for a long time, scratched his head and said, "Ah, this..."

Is this something wrong? Why is it different from the previous one?

Zhou Xian squinted his eyes and looked at him with a smile, "Why, is the chess piece still looking good now?"

Chen Jiu shook his head, "It's not nice."

The girl smiled again: "Another game?"

Chen Jiu waved his hand, "I won't come, it's windy today, so I cover my eyes so I can't see the chess pieces clearly."

Miss Qinglie is happier the more she smiles.

Chen Jiu was there wondering why he was suddenly killed in seconds. He had just warmed up and was about to fight fiercely, but he was gone before he became fierce.

He took a sip of wine in frustration, leaned against the pillar, and glanced at Zhou Xian resentfully.

Miss Qinglie's pretty face was flushed by his two eyes, and her heart was pounding. It was Chen Jiu's pale gold and green eyes that were so lethal to the woman who fell in love with him that Zhou Xian didn't dare to look at him. In a panic, he said that he had gone to study, so he pressed down on the hem of his skirt and ran away in small steps.

Chen Jiu stayed at the back door, feeling very bored, so he put the melon seed shells together, fell asleep and counted them, and finally got bored, fell down on the stone ladder, and opened his mouth to catch the wind and snow.

He took a mouthful of wind, and another mouthful of snow, and the next day, Chen Jiuya was froze.

Perhaps the Academy was bored watching Chen Jiu guarding the back door alone, so he sent a military disciple to guard the door. He was a young man with a shaved head. Chen Jiu guarded the left pillar, and he guarded the right pillar.

The bald boy stood upright beside the pillar with a serious and meticulous expression.

Chen Jiu sat aside, drank some wine, and asked him to have a sip too.

The boy shook his head and looked straight ahead.

At the back door, just as the discussion of the Taoism was about to start, someone finally came, a group of monks, led by two old men, followed by three men and two women, walking slowly, with a solemn look.

Chen Jiu stretched out his hand to block it, sat on the stone ladder, and shouted, "Who is here?"

The two leading elders were stunned for a moment, and then they said to Chen Jiu with a flattering smile: "Sir, we are monks of the Huaxing Sect in Beiquan Mountain. I hope Mr. Xiao is not to blame."

After the old man finished speaking, he took out a few coins with the bull's head on them from the storage treasure and handed them to Chen Jiu.

Chen Jiu doesn't care whether you are polite or not, you can give me what you want, and it doesn't violate your conscience anyway.

The great Confucianists at the top of the tower are in a hurry. You, a Taoist disciple, received the coins, and the ones who will be cast aside afterwards are our scholars in the palace, absolutely not.

He came to Chen Jiu's side in an instant and coughed lightly.

When the old man saw this middle-aged man in Confucian shirt who was wearing a jade pendant and was not bothered by looking at him, he hurriedly collected the coins and bowed to the great Confucian, "See you sir."

After that, both men and women bow to each other.

Daru waved his hands, "You go in."

The old man hastily bowed again, "Thank you sir."

A group of people hurried into the academy.

The bald boy was still looking at the distance meticulously.

Daru looked at him with complicated eyes, and shook his head, why did the patriarch of the military family accept such a foolish apprentice.

He looked at Chen Jiu again, and said seriously: "When guarding the gate, you are not allowed to accept other people's money. This is the rule, do you understand?"

Chen Jiu nodded.

Later, another group of monks also came to the academy for the first time. When they saw Chen Jiu, they were even more exaggerated than the previous team of monks, and offered him a large sum of money.

Chen Jiu quickly waved his hand.

The leader looked very embarrassed, with coins in his hand, he didn't know what to do.

Chen Jiu thought that it would be bad to hurt his heart if he was so enthusiastic, so he suggested: "I can't collect money, why don't you give me some magic weapon?"

The leader's expression was shocked, and he quickly said yes, the magic weapon was taken out as if he didn't want money.

Daru sat on the top of the tower, his face turned green, he hurriedly stopped the two of them, asked the team of monks to go in, took a deep look at Chen Jiu, and sighed.

"Perhaps allowing you to enter and leave the academy is the biggest hidden danger of discussing the Dao of a hundred schools of thought."

Chen Jiu frowned, "Is it not enough for me to entertain people so enthusiastically?"

Daru pointed at him, "Enthusiasm? You almost stuck your head into someone else's magic weapon, is it also enthusiasm?"

Chen Jiu nodded, "Otherwise?"

The Confucian raised his hand, "Then if I give you a slap now, does it count as enthusiasm?"

"Oh, really? Then how about I give you a slap?" The red-faced Taoist sat on the top of the stone ladder, looking down at the great Confucianism below.

Daru's expression was as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit, and his figure disappeared in an instant, because he was really afraid of being slapped by the old sword god.

The red-faced Taoist looked at Chen Jiu, and said angrily: "Scholars care about face the most. If you help someone watch the door, don't collect things, so as to save those old Confucian scholars from complaining bitterly in front of me in the future."

Chen Jiu nodded, "No, no matter how enthusiastic they are, they will never accept it."

The red-faced Taoist said again: "If you get angry, you can tell your senior brother Tao Li. If your senior brother can't understand it, then come to me and I will explain it in person."

As long as there is nothing wrong with the Taoist old sword god lineage, it will be unbearable at all.

The wind and snow swept away, and the red-faced Taoist disappeared again.