roccoschili Chapter 1441: 113: Snow and Wind Fill the Sky
Chapter 1441: 113: Snow and Wind Fill the Sky
Chapter 1441: Chapter 113: Snow and Wind Fill the Sky“You call this ‘debating the scriptures’?!”
Jiang Wang glanced back while on horseback and saw a young scholar with a pair of uneven eyes.
This person came from afar, dressed in Confucian robes and carrying a book box, looking very much the part of a traveling Confucian scholar, and was frowning at him.
Li Gui meets Li Kui, it’s truly embarrassing.
Luckily, Jiang Wang had a cloak on, so there was no fear of showing his expression. He snorted coldly and arrogantly spurred his horse onward, showing his disdain for arguing with this person.
“Hey!” The person shimmered their figure, blocking the path in front of his horse: “Don’t leave, didn’t you enjoy teasing the young girl just now? You’re supposed to be debating the scriptures, so why not debate with me!”
His face bore a mocking smile: “But first, I need to teach you what ‘debating the scriptures’ really means!”
Jiang Wang thought about how he hadn’t really teased the young girl—it was a serious ‘scriptural debate’, but the other party’s sense of justice was overbearing, so he let it be.
Without speaking, he continued to spur the horse and turned.
The scholar’s figure shimmered again and blocked the path in front of the horse, smirking: “We scholars should be unafraid to learn through competition when traveling. Why do you keep wanting to leave? From which academy do you hail? Under which great scholar have you studied? Which scripture are you proficient in?”
What scripture was being referred to, he couldn’t understand.
Jiang Wang was frustrated beyond measure and casually said, “I’m from Qingya Academy, alright? No time to argue with you today, goodbye!”
“Oh~ what a coincidence!” The scholar said proudly: “I’m Fang Zongwen, a disciple of Qingya Academy! Perhaps you could remove your cloak, so we brothers can recognize each other?”
He emphasized the word “brothers,” clearly believing Jiang Wang to be a nefarious person tarnishing the name of disciples of the Confucianist Gate, and he reached to remove the cloak.
Jiang Wang drove the horse back a few steps: “Fellow Daoist, if we’re talking, let’s talk without physical hands!”
“Ha! Now it’s ‘Fellow Daoist’? At least call me ‘benevolent brother’ or something to make it look better.” Fang Zongwen advanced aggressively: “Not willing to remove the cloak, are you not wanting to be seen? What kind of demon or ghost pretends to be a Confucianist disciple!”
Jiang Wang couldn’t out-talk him and started rolling up his sleeves: “Are you really challenging me to a debate?”
“Ha, why?” Fang Zongwen also rolled up his sleeves forcefully and sneered: “Can’t talk it out, so you’re resorting to fist-fighting? Hiding a guilty conscience? Do you know what the six arts of a gentleman are… ah!”
In the midst of speaking, his right eye took a punch.
Bam!
Followed by his left eye.
When both eyes went black, he received a punch to the abdomen, arching his entire body on the ground as if the whole world was bending, then got hit with an uppercut to the jaw, and the world became flat again…
After a good deal of thumping and clashing.
Fang Zongwen lay on the grass with a bruised and swollen face, looking blankly at the sky. His book box was completely dismantled, and books were scattered all around.
Among them was a copy of “Spring and Autumn Praises,” precisely the book Jiang Wang hadn’t managed to buy, so he picked it up on a whim.
And casually said, “Junior, it’s the senior who won the scripture debate, so you likely have nothing to say. Let me borrow a book, I’ll return it after reading.”
These prints were readily available and did not involve any cultivation knowledge, not being valuable.
Fang Zongwen said nothing, but appeared to acquiesce.
Jiang Wang nodded in satisfaction and flew back onto his horse, heading straight east.
He hadn’t struck hard, though Fang Zongwen looked miserable—it was merely a matter of minor injuries that he’d recover from soon. Lying there now was purely a matter of pride.
Returning the book was easy enough, since Fang Zongwen was also a Qingya Academy disciple, he’d just give it back to Xu Xiangqian later.
Reading books, riding horses, beating people.
Life truly is carefree!
“Sky Mirror,” also known as “Divine Mirror Lake,” is the center of the entire eastern grassland. Mugu’s Supreme Royal Court stands beside the Sky Mirror.
Jiang Wang departed from the Wash Moon Bamboo Forest and first entered the southwest grassland, requiring him to now travel east.
Speaking of which, the war between Mu Sheng countries ahead seemed to have not yet affected the grassland at all, with grasslanders living peacefully. In some ways, this reflects the power disparity between the two nations.
It likely awaits Jinguo truly deploying troops before the boundless grasslands become tense.
And how many forces Jing Country can commit to Sheng Country will heavily depend on Qi Country’s stance…
Jiang Wang brushed these thoughts aside and continued to race onward.
On the way, he passed the home of the young girl with little freckles—it’s quite a large yurt. In the tribe, it seemed conspicuous, indicating her family’s decent status, ranked among the top.
At that moment, the nomadic girl was brushing a horse outside the yurt, her eyes filled with eagerness as she watched the chestnut horse gallop by.
Still, since their earlier “transaction” failed, she didn’t try saying anything now.
No thoughts of rallying the tribe for plundering either, despite many young men being at home who could deliver a lesson to someone…
The grassland people are straightforward; they speak when they like, say what they want. Yet grasslanders also have their own rules.
Lawless plundering is done by horse bandits, not children of the God of Cangtu.
Galloping across the grassland feels exhilarating.
Miles of clear skies, a golden panorama, with a mood that matches.
Jiang Wang was musing about the matters after meeting Zhao Rucheng and Uncle Deng, a smile on his face when suddenly his vision darkened, and the entire sky dimmed!
In an instant, frost clouds loomed overhead, and snow began to fall in the next—
The temperature plummeted.
At the same time, a roaring sound shook the world.
In the distance, endless whiteness stretched, making it difficult to see any fingers when reaching out, as the falling snow was swept by a fierce wind, howling its approach.
White Wind!
“White Wind,” a condition in winter where a gale drives snow to sweep over the earth.
The most feared disaster among the nomads.
Yet now it’s autumn, how can there be White Wind?
And the snow falls so abruptly, with wind howling so suddenly!
His chestnut horse shivered with fear, its mane previously flowing proudly, now kneeling on the ground, cowed by nature’s might.
Jiang Wang lifted it up, turned, and flew swiftly.
This sudden appearance of White Wind must have a cause.
Strong figures exist on the grassland, and Jiang Wang, in disguise, did not wish to provoke trouble.
Yet the small tribe he just passed, with no transcendent power among them, clearly won’t withstand such sudden White Wind.
He couldn’t turn a blind eye, as circumstances allowed.
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Uyan Nazhu was the clan leader’s direct daughter from the Cha Ha Tribe, their subdivision belonging to the Hu E Lian Tribe.
Above Hu E Lian is the Tu Family, the most noble True Blood tribe on the grassland.
She was properly brushing her horse, planning to continue feeding the cows afterward.
All these are her cows, her horses, her dowry, which she had to tend carefully.
But suddenly, the sky turned dark, and everywhere was covered in white!
How could she not know that the White Wind had arrived!
Yet White Wind only appeared in winter, and in her memory, appeared in autumn for the first time, completely without warning.
Moreover, usually before White Wind, cultivators from the Supreme Royal Court would provide advance notice so they could properly safeguard cows and sheep.
Uyan Nazhu froze before the yurt, immobile, her heart chilled like ice.
The cows, gone; the sheep, gone; her dowry, gone; the tribe, gone!
In utter terror and helplessness, she suddenly saw a figure holding a chestnut horse descending from the sky, blocking the airborne snowstorm!
The person was actually holding a horse.
It was that strange man dropping bookish words earlier.
Upon seeing him now, he placed the chestnut horse behind him, extended an arm and palm forward—
The soaring snowstorm halted for him!