Chapter 164: Such a mentality will definitely defeat the great scholar!

“Are you the Imperial College’s chief academic officer?”

Jia Cong, the incarnation of divine power, looked indifferent.

But Shang Qiming felt as if a mountain was approaching him, and cold sweat had already soaked his back.

He shuddered and bowed.

“Your humble servant Shang Qiming pays respect to the Marquis!”

“Do you know who he is?”

Jia Cong pointed at Jia Lan.

“I know, I know. It’s Master Lan from the Marquis’s mansion.”

“Do you know who his grandfather is?”

“Yes… it’s my predecessor, Li Jijiu.”

Shang Qiming was sweating profusely, but he didn’t even dare to wipe it off. He answered tremblingly.

“You are far inferior to Li Jijiu. If he were here today, this would never have happened.”

“Go away!”

Jia Cong had already seen that Shang Qiming was not the mastermind, he just oversaw it, and he made a light comment.

The divine hand pushed aside the famous scholar in the capital.

“Lan’er, who asked you to go home for a rest before?”

With such a big commotion happening here, most of the teachers and students in the Imperial College were already standing not far away, watching.

It was seen that Shang Qiming, the usually highly respected chief priest, was captured like a fragile child by Jia Cong’s incarnation of divine power.

He was immediately terrified and dared not speak.

“To answer Uncle San, it’s Ouyang Xuezheng!”

Jia Lan pointed at a thin middle-aged scholar who was watching not far away.

The latter’s face changed and he looked aside hurriedly.

An official with slightly gray hair, a fat body, and looked to be about sixty years old.

“Tao Siye…”

Before he could finish his words, a sword energy flew past.

The head that shot up into the sky frightened the surrounding students so much that they retreated in fear.

“The school principal? The one who enforces the school rules, examines and teaches, and is a role model for the teachers. Such a person…”

“No wonder the Imperial College was suppressed by the White Deer Academy and couldn’t raise its head. It hasn’t produced a top-ranking Jinshi in five consecutive imperial examinations.”

Killing the principal of the Imperial College, who was equivalent to the dean of education in later generations, was as easy as crushing an ant.

Jia Cong pointed to the person who had just asked for help from the Imperial College student.

“Who are you?”

The latter’s calves were trembling.

“Reply… reply to the Marquis’s words.”

“I am Ouyang Zhaohua, the director of the Imperial College. I am Jing Zhuo… In terms of relationship with the Jia family, I am…”

Before Ouyang Zhaohua could finish his words, sword energy flew past.

With fear on his fat face, he followed directly in the footsteps of the former Imperial College principal.

“I asked you your name because I wanted to see who else was planning this…”

Jia Cong said indifferently.

look around.

He killed several people in a row, and blood was all over the ground.

No one, including the chief priest Shang Qiming, dared to look Jia Cong in the eye.

Finally, his gaze fell on the trembling Liu Rui.

“Since you are of royal blood, I will not kill you!”

“If you dare to practice and enter the country in the future, I will destroy your cultivation every time you enter the country!”

“roll!”

As he spoke, divine power evolved.

In Liu Rui’s vision, the scene in front of him turned into a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Countless skeletons and corpses were floating around, and endless evil spirits were wailing in the sky, it was as terrifying as the endless hell.

And Jia Cong is the terrifying demon standing in the sky.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

After a few screams of terror, Liu Rui fainted.

Since he wanted to plot against Jia Lanwen, he wanted to obscure his spirit and block his cultivation.

Jia Cong then used the same method to treat the other party in his own way.

From then on, every time Liu Rui fell asleep, he would dream of such a terrifying scene.

…After doing all this, Jia Cong stretched out his hand.

A stream of light flew out from Marquis Jing’an’s Mansion and fell into the hands of the incarnation of divine power.

The divine light dissipated, revealing a cultural treasure in the shape of an inkstone.

It was the Zongqiu Inkstone, a treasure of great scholarly treasure, that Jia Cong obtained from Jiangnan.

Now that the “Zhou Gong Bamboo Slips” have been separated from it, it is just an ordinary cultural treasure of a great scholar, and is no longer important to Jia Cong given his strength.

“Lan’er, this is the Zongqiu Inkstone, a great scholar’s treasure that I seized in Jiangnan. Do you have the confidence to protect it in the hands of someone your age?”

Holding the precious inkstone, Jia Cong asked Jia Lan.

An ordinary five-year-old child would have fainted from fear when seeing the corpses and blood on the ground in front of him.

But at this moment, Jia Lan was not afraid at all.

Instead, he was filled with excitement and looked at Jia Cong with admiration.

He straightened his back.

“My nephew will definitely protect this treasure!”

“Well, you are worthy of being my Jia Cong’s nephew.”

Jia Cong nodded approvingly.

A great scholar’s literary treasure, even if worn on the body, can subtly influence one’s learning of Confucianism and Taoism much faster than that of ordinary people.

Not to mention that Jia Lan himself has the talent for literary talent at the age of five.

The most important thing is this kind of spirit.

No matter what kind of spiritual practice, one cannot avoid cultivating the mind.

Talent, character, and resources all come together.

In the future, he will at least be a great scholar of the fourth realm!

“I am Jia Cong, Marquis of Jing’an!”

“My nephew Jia Lan has a literary talent at the age of five. Anyone of the same age who can defeat him can take away the great scholar’s treasure, the Prisoner’s Inkstone!”

Jia Cong used his divine power to transmit the message to the capital, which was like rumbling thunder!

In an instant, the capital city was boiling!

Such a big commotion in the Imperial College had already attracted the attention of the masters in the capital.

I don’t know how many powerful families have already started investigating.

In the Cabinet
“A great scholar’s treasure, Marquis Jing’an has such a great hand!”

The brush in Lord Li’s hand trembled slightly, and a black ink spot instantly appeared on a memorial on the table.

A great scholar’s literary treasure!

The fourth realm’s great scholars subtly instill literary and Taoist talents into one’s creation.

Different from the great scholar Wenbao.

After all, the number of cultural relics of great scholars is not too many, but not too few either.

Almost every family of the rich and powerful in Shenjing can produce one or two treasures.

But Hongru Wenbao…

In the hands of a great scholar, this trump card can help the weak defeat the strong at a critical moment.

It is more precious than the six-refined magic weapon, but it was given to a five-year-old child at home.

Even the royal family doesn’t have such a grand plan.

“The fifth-year-old’s literary talent…”

“Starting from the second Duke Ning and Duke Rong, the Jia family has good luck!”

Elder Hua, on the side, focused his attention on Jia Lan’s talent.

As for what Jia Cong said about a person of the same age defeating Jia Lan and taking away the Zongqiu Inkstone, a great scholar’s treasure.

Not to mention Jia Lan’s talent, how many of his peers can surpass him?

Even if we really win, who would dare to seize the treasure?
Haven’t you seen the huge Bailu Academy collapse?

The wealthy families in the ten prefectures of Jiangnan were severely plowed!
Prince Beijing’s Palace was uprooted!
The Korean royal family, which established the country earlier than Daqian, now has only one relative left, and he is only able to survive by relying on the title of Emperor Shunde Anminghou.

He stayed in the small courtyard of the Honglu Temple all day long and did not even dare to go back to the marquis’ mansion awarded by Emperor Shunde.

They are all as smart as human beings.

Jia Cong announced the return to the capital to encourage Jia Lan to practice hard and not be caught up by his peers.

Secondly, it is a more practical deterrent warning.

If Jia Lan is touched, Bailu Academy, Prince Beijing’s Palace and the Korean royal family will serve as lessons for us!
“What a pity! If I had known earlier that there was such a talent in the Jia family, I would have accepted him as my disciple…”

After thinking about the cause and effect clearly, Lord Hua shook his head and couldn’t help but sigh.

At this moment in the city of Shenjing, most of the great scholars who had achieved success in Confucianism and Taoism had the same idea.

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(End of this chapter)