The Scholarly Banquet was a banquet hosted by Emperor Wen for the Great Confucianism during Emperor Wen’s birthday.

This banquet could be regarded as the highest standard banquet amongst literary cultivators. The hope of many literary cultivators in their lifetime was to attend a Confucian banquet to prove that they had reached the peak of the literary dao.

Some said that there was no first place in literature and no second place in martial arts.

The people gathered at the Confucian banquet were all the great Confucians of the current dynasty, so it was inevitable that everyone would compete to learn literature.

Wen Xiu’s battle would not be as direct as Wu Xiu’s, but its intensity was no less intense.

After all, Martial Cultivators were still a little speechless, while Wen Xiu would often argue endlessly until the opponent was speechless.

Actually, between Wen Xiu and Wen Bing, Wen Bing was a rather subtle way of fighting. Everyone put forward a point of view to enter the argument, even if there is a win or lose, but ultimately can seek common ground while reserving differences.

But fighting is different.

Both sides stood under the Heaven Seeking Cauldron and lit up the Utmost Sacred Thread Incense.

Both sides were engaged in a literary battle with their own comprehension of the Wen Dao. The losers were likely to be like Wen Xiuzheng, where the Spiritual Palace of Divine Sense collapsed and inner demons appeared in their hearts.

Once such a situation occurred, even if the loser was able to reconstruct the Heavenly Origin Pill, he would no longer be able to open the Spirit Formation Sense Spirit Palace.

This time, when Long Qingtian attended the Confucian banquet, he not only fought against the Confucians at the banquet, but also destroyed Wen Xiuzheng’s Spiritual Palace of Divine Sense.

It had to be said that the amount of gold that Long Qingtian had obtained from the head of the Confucian Forest this time was extremely high. After all, the banquet for the head of the Confucian Forest was held every year, but the first-grade Great Confucianism was battled to the collapse of the Divine Sense Spirit Palace at the banquet. This kind of thing had never happened in the history of the Confucian Forest Banquet.

Although the Long Clan’s ancestral residence was in Jianghuai Province, Long Qingtian was still the current cabinet elder, so he rarely returned to Jianghuai Province.

This time, Long Qingtian had returned to Jianghuai Province specifically for the banquet of the head of the Confucian Forest.

This was precisely what Overlord Xichu said, “Wealth and honor do not return to the hometown, like brocade at night.”

Obviously, Long Qingtian did not like brocade night walking.

The banquet hosted by the Long Clan was very lively, and its influence had already covered the entire Jianghuai Province.

Such an important banquet was a symbol of status for the upper-class circles in Jianghuai Province.

However, the Long Clan’s banquet had only sent out a thousand invitations, so only a handful of people were destined to come to the banquet.

Right now, the time was almost up, and the banquet for the head of the scholarly faction was almost over because it also involved Long Qingtian’s sermon.

Jiang Feng dressed himself up in the Qing Shui Inn. Then, he walked out of his room and prepared to leave the inn to attend the banquet for the chief scholar of the Dragon Palace.

Jiang Feng had just arrived at the entrance of the Qingqian Inn when he saw Tan Mengfei standing at the entrance at first glance.

It was obvious that Tan Mengfei had been waiting for Jiang Feng at the entrance of the inn for a long time. Jiang Feng subconsciously turned around and muttered, “Hey? What am I planning to do? Have breakfast or have breakfast tea?”

As Jiang Feng spoke, he turned around. At this moment, Tan Mengfei shouted loudly, “Stop pretending. Don’t laugh at the Drunken Battlefield Lord. Gu Lai and the others will fight back.”

The entire Huailong Prefecture had already spread throughout yesterday. I really didn’t see that you were actually able to write such a poem. How disrespectful, Chief Jiang! ”

“Hahaha … You’re welcome, you’re welcome.”

Jiang Feng laughed and said to Tan Mengfei, “Since you know what I’m going to do, I won’t notify you anymore. There’s no need to wait for me to eat at noon today. See you later.”

Jiang Feng said as he prepared to leave, but Tan Mengfei pulled Jiang Feng back as expected.

“If you want to leave, there’s no way! You can go to the Dragon Clan’s Scholar Leader’s Banquet, but you have to take me with you.”

“There’s only one invitation. You can’t enter even if you go.”

“Nonsense, I’ve already asked. You can have a family member at the banquet.”

“Holy shit … you’re well prepared, but you’re not my family.” Jiang Feng said helplessly.

Tan Mengfei smiled coldly. She walked over and held Jiang Feng’s arm. “From now on, I, Tan Mengfei, am your family!”

“Easy, easy. You squeezed my arm. It hurts so much.”

Jiang Feng finally succumbed to Tan Mengfei’s obscene might. He brought Tan Mengfei to the Dragon Palace and successfully entered the Dragon Palace.

Just how big and dignified was the Dragon Palace? There is no need to repeat this.

Think about it, in the little Qingyuan Mansion, the mansion of a Vice Manor Master of Jianqing Martial House was already so big.

Then would the Long Clan’s mansion almost go anywhere else?

To put it bluntly, it would be more appropriate to say that a mansion like the Dragon’s Mansion or the Wen’s Mansion was a “mansion” rather than a “city”.

However, Jiang Feng did not see the entire Dragon Palace. After entering the gate of the Dragon Palace, Jiang Feng saw thousands of round tables neatly placed on a huge playground.

In the middle of these round tables was a circular platform. It was obvious that this circular platform was for Long Qingtian’s sermon.

At the entrance of the banquet, two rows of servants from the Dragon Palace were leading the guests to their seats.

Jiang Feng and Tan Mengfei were actually led to the nearest place to the circular platform.

Jiang Feng had just sat down when someone at the table next to him greeted him, “Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang!”

Jiang Feng turned around doubtfully. He immediately recognized that this person was Qian Libai, the commander of the Jianghuai Province Military Aircraft Manor.

Jiang Feng stood up and cupped his fists at Qian Libai, “Lord Qian.”

“Aiya, what’s your name, Lord Qian? Just call me Brother Qian. I really like your poem from yesterday. I’ve already sent someone to frame it and put it in the main hall of my house, but there’s a problem now.”

“Ah? What’s the problem?” Jiang Feng asked doubtfully.

Qian Libai grinned at his snow-white teeth and chuckled, “Right now, the problem is that my Military Aircraft Manor still lacks a poem that is as powerful as that one. It was not easy for us to meet again today. Do you think you’re implicated?”

“This fellow” Jiang Feng was speechless towards Qian Libai. This fellow was simply a bunch of roller blades. There was really nothing anyone could do about it.

However, Jiang Feng still had a flattered expression on his face. “It’s a great honor for a student to be so kind as Lord Qian. If Lord Qian doesn’t dislike it, the student will write another poem for Lord Qian.”

“Alright, alright, alright. Someone, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, serve me.”

Qian Libai’s loud voice, like a broken gong, attracted the attention of almost everyone at the banquet. Everyone was paying attention to Qian Libai as well as Jiang Feng.

Some people didn’t know where Jiang Feng came from, so they secretly asked these people around them.

Slowly, what happened to Jiang Feng yesterday spread throughout the banquet.

The servants of the Long Clan brought pen, ink, paper, and inkstone for Jiang Feng. Qian Libai personally pushed open the fruits and tea on the table for Jiang Feng, and then helped Jiang Feng pave the Spirit Proclamation Paper.

Jiang Feng picked up his pen and thought for a while, then began to write on the rice paper.

Ze Country’s River Mountain Battle Diagram,

Living people He Ji Le Qiao Su.

With Lord Grim’s words,

One of his merits was ten thousand bones withered.

After Jiang Feng finished writing this poem, he picked up his pen. Qian Libai’s expression, which was originally filled with excitement, instantly froze.

What do you mean by “sealing the duke by Lord Grim’s words”? To put it bluntly, “Please don’t bring up the matter of the Marquis anymore.”

Jiang Feng’s current “you” was clearly referring to Qian Libai.

The corner of Qian Libai’s mouth twitched before he cupped his fists and bowed deeply to Jiang Feng.

“Brother Jiang, you’re right, a work into ten thousand bone withered, we lead the troops to fight people always feel credit is their own, so all day long show off.

But we have all forgotten that it is the soldiers who died on the battlefield that made us glorious. ”

After Qian Libai finished speaking, he shouted, “Someone, put away the word Brother Jiang.”

Soon, a deputy general brought by Qian Libai carefully put away Jiang Feng’s poem. At this moment, Long Jiu, the housekeeper of the Dragon Manor, shouted, “The old master of the Long family is here!”

Today, Long Qingtian was the main character, so with Long Jiu’s shout, almost everyone turned their gazes to Long Qingtian.

Long Qingtian stepped onto the platform under everyone’s gaze. He said loudly to everyone, “I am grateful …”

Long Qingtian opened his mouth and said a long series of polite introductory remarks. These were all empty words and cliches, and there was no point in repeating them.

Jiang Feng was drowsy after hearing Long Qingtian’s words, until Long Qingtian said, “Now, let’s invite Jiang Tianliu and Young Master Jiang onto the stage!”

Jiang Feng’s spirits lifted, and he immediately stood up.

Jiang Feng clasped his fists and bowed to Long Qingtian after he stepped onto the stage.

Long Qingtian kindly asked, “Young Master Jiang, when you were studying, did you have anything you didn’t understand that you wanted to ask this old man?”

Jiang Feng smiled and nodded, “The elder of the Dragon Pavilion is here. This junior has something to ask.”

“Oh? Young Master Jiang, please speak.”

“Elder Long Ge, what is the Righteous Dao?”

After Jiang Feng asked this question, Long Qingtian smiled.

Long Qingtian nodded his head in satisfaction. He praised Jiang Feng first, “Young Master Jiang, you asked a good question. What is the Righteous Dao?”

“From my point of view, the Righteous path is divided into eight. They are the Righteous Views, the Righteous Thoughts, the Righteous Words, the Righteous Karma, the Righteous Fate, the Righteous God, the Righteous

The so-called right view, that is, the correct view … ”

Long Qingtian was obviously prepared for this topic. He spoke with confidence, and the guests below listened with great interest.

Along with Long Qingtian’s occasional witty remarks, these guests would also nod and applaud.

However, when Long Qingtian said “righteous fate”, Jiang Feng suddenly laughed, and laughed out loud.

Jiang Feng chose to laugh out loud at a time when everyone was at their quietest. As a result, Long Qingtian’s sermon was interrupted by Jiang Feng.

Long Qingtian frowned slightly and relaxed. He looked at Jiang Feng and asked, “Young Master Jiang, do you seem to have a different opinion of what this old man said?”

Jiang Feng smiled faintly and shook his head with a face of disappointment, “I thought that the head of the scholarly circle would have something shocking to say. I didn’t expect that he would have such a shallow knowledge of the word ‘Righteous Dao’.”

Jiang Feng’s words caused an uproar at the banquet …