"My Central Plains culture is profound and profound. If this old senior doesn't mean it, it doesn't mean that everyone in Central Plains can't mean it, right?" The scholar in the crowd said with a smile, shaking a palm fan.

"Yes, yes, well said, our Han people have profound culture, which is not comparable to that of you vassal monks. I thought you would beat us Han people once, so you would be too early?" Everyone cheered in unison after hearing the scholar's words. Many people began to shout, and the thunderous shouts echoed in the huge Zhenwu Hall for a long time.

Xiao Yunze secretly felt funny: "It's necessary to do this. I just lost once. Besides, I don't know what others compare to. How do you know how to compare to culture? Feeling that your family culture doesn't cost money?"

The Tibetan monk finally won the victory and was secretly proud of everything. He didn't expect anyone to speak. He was shocked slightly. He moved his eyes from the crowd to the left and right, and swept to Xiao Yun and the scholar's face one by one. When he swept to Xiao Yun and the scholar's face, Xiao Yun felt that the Tibetan monk's eyes stayed for a while, and finally his eyes fell on the scholar's face. A pair of gloomy triangular eyes glared coldly on the scholar's face, obviously because he was blamed for meddling in other people's business. Xiao Yun looked at the scholar's sideways, but saw that the scholar didn't care at all, and he smiled with a paper fan, as if Maitreya Buddha turned around.

Everyone was still a little worried, but when they saw the scholar's happy look, their originally worried heart suddenly felt relieved, and the shouts were endless.

The disciple on the left side behind the Tibetan monk was a little overwhelmed and said, "It was obvious that you Han people lost and they were still cheating. Why did you Han people want to win more? This is under the feet of the emperor...?"

"What's wrong with the emperor's feet? The emperor's feet are also the place for us Han people. We must respect our Han people's laws?" I don't know who shouted in the crowd, and there was a lot of noise again.

Xiao Yun shook his head and said to himself: "I'm so embarrassed to say it. The territory has been occupied by others for more than a hundred years, and then I remembered that this territory belongs to him!"

The Tibetan monk kept squinting his eyes and looked calm, but when he heard the thunderous shouts of everyone, he opened his eyes slightly and stared at the scholar and said, "Since that's the case, what should we do as this gentleman said?"

The scholar was not polite at all. Seeing the monk talking to him, he waved his palm fan and was about to walk out of the crowd. The courage of the crowd respecting him, and he walked around the Tao and asked him to walk. The scholar bowed and thanked him while walking, with a very cool expression. Even though Xiao Yun was from the 21st century, he could not help but be slightly impressed by his figure and said to himself: "Is it a character?"

The scholar walked up to the Tibetan monk, stood face to face, folded the paper fan and clasped his fists and bowed, "The master is knowledgeable and talented, and he has the talent of the top scholar. In my opinion, since the master can win once, he will naturally win the second time. As the saying goes, everything is only three. If the master really has real talent and knowledge, how would he be afraid of only three or four Han people? Today, Han people in the world accumulate here, isn't it a witness to the master's talent and what does the master think?"

As soon as the scholar finished speaking, the disciple on the left side of the Tibetan monk said, "What if you lose and compete again? There are so many Han people. If everyone comes to compete, when will it be?"

The scholar seemed to have been prepared, and smiled and said, "It's okay, today the master also has three masters and apprentices. In my opinion, we mainly use the masters and apprentices. We Han people also choose three people to compete with the three, and win two games in three games. If the master is really knowledgeable and talented, he will beat the three of us...?"

"What if my master and apprentice win?"

The scholar smiled and said, "I admit that your Tibetan literature is much more powerful than my Han people?"

Everyone was very happy when they heard this. Everyone knew it very much. There were dozens of Han people present, and there were only three Tibetan monks. In terms of the number of people, Tibetan monks were at a disadvantage. Even if these three people were knowledgeable, they would definitely not be the opponent of dozens of people present. At that time, they would not be the opponent of dozens of people present. They would not be the disadvantage of either literary or military battles. Therefore, after hearing the scholar's words, everyone showed joy on their faces, and many people even shouted: "Yes, compare again, compare again!" For a while, the back hall and the front hall were full of voices, and there were few Tibetan monks, so the momentum was not as good as that.

The Tibetan monk came forward and his eyes never left him. He felt that the people in front of him were all very demeanor, speaking and courage. He was a little worried. He was familiar with the history books of Han people since he was a child. He knew that there were indeed some laity among the Han people who lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests. He was talented and knowledgeable. He rarely showed up in public, but once he came out, he had unique skills. Guiguzi, Huangshi Gong, Kong Ming, and Zhang Sanfeng were not comparable to anyone. He was quite hesitant for a moment.

The scholar seemed to see the Tibetan monk's concern and took the opportunity to say, "What does the master think?"

In the crowd, some people saw the hesitant look of the Tibetan monk. Now they were willing to miss the opportunity to humiliate and shouted: "If you want to compete, just compete quickly. If you don't compete, you will go to your hometown with your tail between your feet, right?"

The Tibetan monk finally seized such a good opportunity this time and defeated several Taoist Han people. He didn't want to suddenly jump out of such a Han people, and threatened to compete again. If he was really a paranormal, not only would he lose all the thin face he had won back, but he might even be criticized. How could my national teacher, the emperor of the dynasty, be ashamed of the Han people?

The disciple on the left side of the Tibetan monk looked at his master's face and suddenly stepped forward and said, "Master, don't be afraid. Most Han people are deceived and thieves in the world. With what the master learned in his heart, he will definitely win such thieves in the world."

This sentence was like a calming agent. The Tibetan monk was shocked and said, "Yes, most Han people were deceived and robbed people. I remember when I was a child, the teacher told me that during the Tang Dynasty, a man named Sima Chengzhen lived in Zhongnan Mountain south of the capital Chang'an for decades. He gave himself a separate name called Baiyun, indicating that he wanted to be noble and pure like Baiyun. Emperor Xuanzong of Tang knew about it and asked him to come out and do it.

He refused all the officials. So Emperor Xuanzong of Tang built a house for him and asked him to live in it and copy and correct the book "Laozi". Later, he completed this task and went to Chang'an to meet Emperor Xuanzong of Tang. He had met Emperor Xuanzong. He was planning to go back to Zhongnan Mountain, but he happened to meet Lu Zangyong, who had lived in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain and later became an official. After a few words, Lu Zang raised his hand and pointed to Zhongnan Mountain in the south. He joked to him: "There is indeed endless fun here."

It turned out that Lu Zangyong failed to seek an official in his early years, so he deliberately ran to Zhongnan Mountain to live in seclusion. Zhongnan Mountain was close to Chang'an, where he lived in seclusion, which was easy for the emperor to know and invite him to be an official. Soon, Lu Zangyong did indeed achieve his goal. Sima Chengzhen wanted to sarcastically sarcastically for his behavior, and responded: "Yes, in my opinion, it is indeed a 'shortcut' to be an official!" These so-called laity masters are just people who deceive the world and steal the reputation, so they are not afraid of it!"

Everyone looked at the scholar's expression, with some experience in their confidence, and saw that he was dressed in Confucian uniform. He was probably a person who reads poetry and books. If a Tibetan monk compares with him, he will definitely win with the Central Plains culture. The truth that he will never defeat him is yelling again. Everyone was angry. When they were happy, the shouting sounds were like thunder, and the sound shook the tiles.

Xiao Yun only felt that this place was comparing culture, which was almost the same as a slaughterhouse. He was not interested in these competitions, but first, he was quite curious about the scholar, and second, he vaguely felt that the Tibetan monk's origin was extraordinary, so he stood in the crowd and did not leave.

The Tibetan monk hesitated for a while, finally made up his mind, raised his head suddenly, shouted to the scholar, "It's like that, you win two games in three games! Today I want to see if you are the Han people or our Tibetan people are powerful!"

As soon as the master agreed, the disciple on the right immediately pulled the Tibetan monk and said, "Master, you have plotted against the Han people. Such Han people are the most helpless. They have already lost, but they have to compete again. If they win in a while, they will only compete again. If they lose, the dozens of people present will definitely compete again. But even if you have the talent of master, you will find it difficult to hold up the wheel battle of the Han people?"

As soon as these words were said, the Tibetan monk's face suddenly became extremely ugly, obviously agreeing with his disciple's words. This time he took advantage of the temple fair to visit Xiangshan Temple. He did not want to meet a few unreasonable stinky Taoist priests, and they were dragged to learn about literature and art. Now he finally won the stinky Taoist priests. If there was another round battle, it would be even more difficult to win such a Han convincing person.

Xiao Yun looked at it for a while and was indeed a little overwhelmed. Just as he was about to come forward to speak, he suddenly heard the scholar shaking the paper fan and laughing: "Master, please rest assured. Today, we are sincere in competing with literature and art. We have agreed to win two games in three games, and we are definitely not trying to win more. I hope the master will rest assured!"

Xiao Yun said to himself: "Damn, why did you steal my lines?"

Unexpectedly, the disciple on the right side of the Tibetan monk snorted coldly, "If the Han people took it as Mr. True, what would be the calculation of the first game just now?"

"This is easy to deal with. Since it is a three-game decision to win or lose, the old seniors' game is just a game that we lost. If we compete with the remaining two games, we will only win two games. The master only needs to win two games. With the head of the person, no one will cause trouble again?" These words were very generous and decent. Many people in the crowd shouted. As they shouted, many people turned their heads and looked into the crowd, trying to find which hero they were talking, but they saw that they were a young man who looked like a general, standing in the crowd holding hands and looking at the scholar.

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Chapter completed!