Chapter 510: Heavenly White Jade Capital, Fifth Floor of Twelve Cities

The middle-aged man next to him raised the rod leisurely, and a crucian carp as thick as his arm was caught. The middle-aged man smiled, took the crucian carp off the hook, and wanted to put it in his fish basket, but at this moment his fish basket could not hold it, so he threw all the fish in the fish basket back into the pond.

"The art of counting can count the heavens and the earth, people and themselves, things and things, and the heart and the mind can count literature, and the face and the face can count martial arts. It is all-encompassing and can count everything, but you can't count yourself." The middle-aged man stroked the fish basket and spoke slowly, with a bit of casualness in his voice.

"Then Master Zhuang, can you calculate for Die Meng, when can Die Meng break through the literary giant?" The woman looked at the middle-aged man curiously and asked.

"When your love tribulation is gone, it's only a matter of time before you break through to become a literary giant. Just relax. Why should you be bound by the heaven and earth? The great way of heaven and earth is not as constrained as you think. No matter how far you go, you will eventually reach the end."

The woman frowned at the words of the middle-aged man. She looked at the middle-aged man in confusion. She wanted to ask something else, but she heard the voice of another young man not far away.

"Uncle Zhuang, long time no see. I just heard from Uncle Shi Yue that you were fishing here. I didn't expect to get a lot of fish."

The people who were fishing were Zhuang Ya and Zhuang Diemeng. They looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man in a blue and white gown walking towards them.

"Master, you are back."

Zhuang Ya had a smile on his face, as if he had expected Ci Song to return.

"Ci Song?!"

Zhuang Diemeng, who was standing aside, had a bit of surprise on her face. She heard from the uncles in the mansion that Ci Song went to the secret realm in the Great Zhou King City and it would take at least two years to come back. It has only been half a year. How come he suddenly came back?

"Long time no see, Miss Zhuang is still as elegant as ever." Ci Song smiled and greeted Zhuang Diemeng.

Zhuang Ya put down the fishing rod in the book, stood up from the chair, and then looked up and down at Ci Song, then smiled and said: "Master, I haven't seen you for half a year, and your cultivation has improved again. You can be admitted to the Imperial Academy in no time."

"It's still early for the Imperial Academy. Too many things have happened during this period. I want to take a good rest and lie down at home for a few days."

Ci Song said, and walked to Zhuang Ya's side. Seeing this, the servant next to him immediately moved a chair for Ci Song. Ci Song sat on the chair and closed his eyes.

"If you want to rest, you can go back to your own house. Why do you come here to find me?"

Zhuang Ya sat back on the chair, picked up the fishing rod, shook his head and smiled: "Let me guess, Master, do you want to ask the old Taoist for something?"

"Uncle Zhuang is really as good as a god. You can calculate everything." Ci Song replied with a smile, without opening his eyes.

"Master, you really flatter the old Taoist. What do you want the old Taoist to calculate?" Zhuang Ya asked.

"I'm not asking you to tell fortunes, I just want to ask about Baiyujing. Uncle Yue and the others said that they only saw it in books and have never been there in person. Uncle Yue said that you had been to Baiyujing when you were young, so I came to ask you." Ci Song slowly said his question.

"Baiyujing? That's not the legendary palace of the saints. It is a place built by many saints in imitation of the residence of immortals. It is built with talent on the outer heaven. It consists of five cities, twelve buildings and thirty-six heavenly palaces. The talent of literature and Taoism, the essence of the sun and the moon, and the literary fortune of heaven and earth are all gathered here. It is a blessed place on earth."

"Among them, the thirty-six heavenly palaces are the places where the semi-saints sleep. Many semi-saints who are about to fall choose to be sealed and fall into a long sleep in order to protect the Tianyuan Continent. When the Tianyuan Continent suffers a disaster, these semi-saints will be awakened and use the last afterglow of their lives to save the people of the world."

Zhuang Diemeng on the side said slowly, looking very knowledgeable.

"I have already found out these in the book. What I want to ask is the details." Ci Song said.

After hearing Ci Song's answer, Zhuang Diemeng looked confused and said, "Details? What details?"

"What you want to ask is the details of the Hundred Schools of Thought, right? After the death of Lord Shenlong, the War of Heaven and Man no longer exists. In order to ensure that the students of the Hundred Schools of Thought can communicate with each other, the First Master Hall decided to hold a competition in Baiyujing, named "The Hundred Schools of Thought". Is this what you want to ask?"

Zhuang Ya said, he picked up the fishing rod, put the bait on the hook, and threw it into the pond, and the hook was thrown into the pond again.

"It has to be Uncle Zhuang, who immediately understood what Ci Song wanted to ask." Ci Song smiled.

"The Hundred Schools of Thought? What is the Hundred Schools of Thought? Why don't I know?" Zhuang Diemeng looked at Zhuang Ya with a confused look, looking puzzled.

"It's just like the War of Heaven and Man, the students of the Hundred Schools of Thought gathered together to fight."

Ci Song's summary was extremely concise, and Zhuang Diemeng instantly understood what he meant.

"The location of the Hundred Schools of Thought Contest was chosen in one of the twelve towers in the five cities. The five cities are Yuncheng, Wucheng, Youcheng, Qingcheng, and Jincheng, and the twelve towers are Jinyu Tower, Xuantongyu Tower, Xianxian Tower, Yiqing Tower, Xinyue Tower, Qingyin Pavilion, Lingyun Pavilion, Guiyun Pavilion, Guyang Tower, Zhongling Tower, Wanshou Tower, and Huangjin Tower."

"Among them, Lingyun Pavilion is the main hall of the Master's Hall. I think the Master's Hall also attaches great importance to the Hundred Schools of Thought Contest, so it chose this place as the place for the competition."

Speaking of this, Zhuang Ya paused, suddenly thought of something, and continued: "The Master Chen you saw earlier, he is the master of the Master's Hall, and also the initiator of the Hundred Schools of Thought Contest. This person has a deep mind and is unfathomable. Young master, you must be careful of this person when you participate in the Hundred Schools of Thought Contest this time."

"Ci Song understands."

Ci Song nodded. Chen Xintong had previously broken into his home without permission and even pretended to be his father to test him. It was hard to imagine that the person who did such a thing was actually the master of the Hall of the Former Master.

"As for what I saw and heard about the Twelve Towers of the Five Cities, if we start talking, we can't finish it in one day. I will write it down and send it to the young master's study." Zhuang Ya said.

"Okay, thank you Uncle Zhuang." Ci Song responded, but his voice was not as strong as before.

Zhuang Ya turned his head and looked at Zhuang Diemeng, saying: "I will copy two copies and give one to you. You should read it carefully. It will be helpful to you in the future."

Hearing this, Zhuang Diemeng was very puzzled, "I want to read it too?"

"Well, if nothing unexpected happens, you should have a place in the Taoist disciples participating in the Hundred Schools of Thought this time." Zhuang Ya replied.

"I don't like reading. I'll wait until Ci Song finishes reading and then I'll listen to him tell me about it."

Speaking of this, Zhuang Diemeng looked up at Ci Song lying on the chair and shouted: "Ci Song, what do you think?"

"Ci Song? Ci Song?" Seeing that Ci Song didn't answer, Zhuang Diemeng continued.

"The young master should have fallen asleep. It seems that the young master must have experienced a lot of things during this period and hasn't had a good rest for a long time."

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