Chapter 687 I Think the Winner of This Battle of a Hundred Schools of Thought Is Ci Song, the Rules Are Clear

"Get up. This is not in the temple. You don't need to kneel to me. We still treat each other as master and disciple."

With that said, Ran Qiu took Chen Xintong's hands and helped him up.

"Yes, teacher."

Chen Xintong nodded slightly, showing a well-behaved look.

"Xintong, you have to understand that although the big families in Tianwaitian sometimes do things a little too much, they are still the descendants of my teacher and brothers after all. Sometimes, you have to be tolerant as much as you can, and don't make it too ugly. ”

Ran Qiu looked at Chen Xintong in front of him and persuaded him earnestly.

"Teacher, I will remember your teachings in my heart, but these people are too presumptuous. They openly questioned the rules of the Hundred Schools of Thought, and even wanted to use their power to force others to change the rules of the Illusionary World. If this matter spreads out, , Where is the majesty of a hundred schools of thought? Where is the majesty of my ancestor’s palace?”

Mentioning this matter, Chen Xintong's face showed a cold look again.

"Hey, Xintong, you have to understand that if the water is clear, there will be no fish. Sometimes, you still have to turn a blind eye to some things. Although my First Master Palace is aloof, it still has to be given to all the families in the world. Otherwise, how can we get them to do their best for us?" Ran Qiu sighed and said helplessly.

"Yes, teacher, Xintong understands."

Although she was a little dissatisfied, Chen Xintong still agreed.

Ran Qiu saw Chen Xintong's thoughts and didn't care. He just smiled and praised Chen Xintong, "But the magical world you created is really good. I just took a glance and got a general understanding of your divine world." The appearance of the pupil illusion world and the cultural rules contained in it are indeed very thoughtful. "

"Thank you for the compliment, teacher. The Divine Eye Illusion World is a place of trial. The exploration of the rules is part of the experience. If we tell them all the rules directly, the trial will be meaningless."

"This is very good."

Ran Qiu said with a smile, "However, you must also pay attention. After all, a trial is just a trial. Don't be too harsh. Give those juniors some opportunities when appropriate. Don't let the trial turn into a dead end, especially for you." In the final trial of the second ring, his shadow was used as the target for the students to defeat. Isn’t it too much?”

Chen Xintong understood what Ran Qiu meant, and then expressed her thoughts: "It is indeed difficult, but as you praised before, he is the most talented genius you have ever seen. That was the final test for him. Let all students see what a genius who can be praised by a holy master is like."

"If his kids beat him, that would be real."

Ran Qiu sighed, and then asked Chen Xintong again: "Are you sure that the orb is no longer in the child's hands?"

"Xintong used the pupil technique to explore the veins of the child's Dantian, but did not find the existence of the orb. At the same time, he also used the Wen Yun Bao Mirror to shine a ray of light on him."

Chen Xintong slowly told the result, "The child's literary fortune is indeed much more dazzling than others, especially the literary fortune of poetry, which has almost condensed into substance, like mountains and seas, but in Confucianism In terms of Taoism, there is no obvious literary fortune.”

Hearing this, Ran Qiu frowned slightly, "So, the orb is not on that child?"

"Xintong can confirm this." Chen Xintong nodded and said affirmatively.

Hearing this, Ran Qiu was silent for a moment, and then sighed, "Well, let's put this matter aside for the time being. Although the orb is precious, it is not indispensable. Now the Yin Yang family's Ascension Curse is becoming more and more refined and gradually becomes complete. When the curse is completed, At this time, it may be possible for the Half-Saints in the World to take a further step.”

"Teacher has a heart full of scholars from all over the world, and I admire him deeply." Chen Xintong heard the words and respectfully raised his hands.

"Xintong, do you have any promising descendants for this hundred schools of thought contend?" Ran Qiu seemed to have remembered something and asked Chen Xintong with a smile.

"Teacher, although the descendants of each school in this competition are all talented, in Xintong's view, the final champion will only appear among Cao Gongping, Yang Kelie, or Bai Ye. If it is Duanmu Qingcang's If you have cultivated the pupil of a saint to the subtle realm, you can also be among them," Chen Xintong replied slowly.

"Oh? Why three of them?"

Ran Qiu looked at Chen Xintong with interest, "Sui Baide's strength is not inferior to that of Bai Ye or Yang Ke Lie. He is only slightly inferior to Cao Gongping. Why is he not among them?"

"It's very simple. Sui Baide lacks a bit of luck."

Chen Xintong slowly gave her reasons, "Sui Baide, this child, is excellent in both talent and strength."

"Luck is such a mysterious thing. You once said that true geniuses grow up with great luck, but that child is only one step away from true success every time, so this is the reason why Xintong excludes him. ”

Hearing this, Ran Qiu nodded slightly. At their level, they tend to pay more attention to luck, literary luck and all kinds of ethereal things, while talent is not that important.

"Then let's make a bet. I haven't bet with anyone else in a thousand years."

When Chen Xintong heard this, he quickly raised his hands and said, "How dare Xintong make a bet with you."

"It's just a casual comment, there are no other bets."

Ran Qiu patted Chen Xintong's shoulder and looked outside the Master's Hall, "I think the winner of this battle of a hundred schools of thought is Ci Song."

When Chen Xintong heard Ran Qiu's answer, he was slightly stunned. He had never expected that his teacher valued Ci Song so much.

"Teacher, Ci Song is still young. If it were five years later, the first place in the battle of a hundred schools of thought would definitely be Ci Song. Now..."

Chen Xintong did not continue speaking, but his meaning was already very clear. He was not optimistic about Ci Song.

"This child is like his father. He can always create miracles. He is blessed by the true phoenix, inherited by the mirage dragon, and uses poetry in ink. He is already qualified to compete for the first place. Let's see how he will perform next."

"Yes, Saint Master."

. . .

Three days later, in the Shentong Fantasy Realm, Ci Song and his group had arrived at the western border of the barbarians. With Duanmu Qingcang's Saint's Eye leading the way, they did not encounter too many dangers along the way. Occasionally, they would take the initiative to kill some barbarian tribes with a small number of aliens to improve their scores.

That is, on the second day of their departure, Ci Song and his group received a message from other students. Those students from Tianwai Tian who died outside and did not enter the pass would be resurrected one day later at the place where they died, and the students from Tianguan and the secular world also thoroughly understood the resurrection rules of the Shentong Fantasy World.

All students who entered the temporary pass, no matter how they died, would be resurrected on the altar of the pass; and those who did not enter the temporary pass would be resurrected one day later at the place where they died.

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