"You call that 'debating the scriptures'?!"
When Jiang Wang turned back on horseback, he saw a young scholar with one large eye and one small eye.
The man was walking over from the golden distance, dressed in a Confucian robe with a book chest on his back—the very image of a traveling Confucian scholar. He stared at Jiang Wang with a deeply furrowed brow.
When Gui met Kui, it was truly rather awkward.
Fortunately, Jiang Wang wore a cloak, so no one could see his expression. He gave a cold snort at once, haughtily turned his horse away, and rode off to show that he could not be bothered to argue with this man.
"Hey!" The man flashed forward and blocked the horse's path. "Don't leave! Weren't you all fired up just now, fooling that young girl? Didn't you want to debate the scriptures? I'll debate with you!"
With a mocking smile, he said, "But first, I'll teach you what 'debating the scriptures' actually means!"
Thinking it over, Jiang Wang felt that he had not fooled that young girl at all—he had been very serious about "debating the scriptures." But this fellow's sense of justice was simply overflowing, so Jiang Wang let him have his way.
Without a word, he continued turning his horse around.
The scholar flashed again and blocked the horse's path, half-smiling. "We Confucian scholars should never fear a friendly exchange when traveling abroad. Why are you always trying to leave? Which academy are you from, sir? Which great Confucian taught you? And which classic is your foundational text?"
What foundational text? He did not understand a word of it.
Jiang Wang was thoroughly annoyed and blurted out, "I'm from Green Cliff Academy, all right? I don't have time to deal with you today. Farewell!"
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