Xia Xin felt a little itchy in a daze and couldn't help but sneeze.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Zhu Shuishui's little face that was so close to me.

This scared Xia Xin.

"What are you doing?"

Zhu Shuishui laughed and said, "Hahaha, Brother Ye Ming, you are a pig, you have been sleeping for so long."

“…”

Xia Xinyi looked up and found out from the fierce sunshine outside the window that it was almost noon.

"Have you been so long?"

Qian'er still didn't come.

She won't have any trouble.

Xia Xin was a little worried.

Zhu Shuishui looked at Xia Xin with a frown, "Brother Ye Ming, why don't you go to bed? You can catch a cold easily like this."

"No, I'm in good health recently."

"Do you hate A Shui?"

Zhu Shuishui had a completely crying expression.

Xia Xin almost blurted out, is my performance so obvious?

But when she saw Zhu Shuishui's pitiful little appearance, Xia Xin immediately felt soft-hearted, "Of course not. I read books too late last night and fell asleep on the table."

"is that so?"

Zhu Shuishui's little face was as fickle as the weather in June, and he immediately smiled happily, "I knew that Brother Ye Ming would hate A Shui."

Zhu Shuishui happily hugged Xia Xin's arm and said with a smile, "Ashui bought you your favorite meat bun."

Xia Xin found two large meat buns with incense on the desk and thanked him.

He was indeed hungry, so he picked it up and prepared to chew it.

But before I could bite this mouth, someone came to knock on the door.

When Xia Xin opened the door, he found that there were two men wearing Taoist clothes.

"Hello, does Ren Yeming live here?"

"I'm."

"Hello, my brother, I have a visit to the Dating Hall."

“…”

Xia Xin really wanted to ask, can you not go?

However, judging by the fierce look of the two, it is probably...

Of course not!

He has to go even if he goes today, and he has to go even if he doesn't.

Taoism is at least one of the hundreds of schools of thought and Confucianism. Yesterday, a group of people came to seek justice, but they were all left behind by him, a small novelist.

And, it's all one move.

This matter soon spread among the hundreds of schools.

Novelists are the worst in the world. Not only do they have no bases alone, but they don’t even have a few people. A group of people like Taoism cannot beat one person even if they are a great school.

This has made other schools laugh to death.

Naturally, the upper-class disciples of Taoism were also very unwilling to accept it. Whether Xia Xin agreed or not today, they would prove it to their Taoism.

This is also the reason why they chose the Palace of Discussion.

The Palace of Discussion is the most formal and advanced place for debates among hundreds of schools. They will put forward their own opinions, discuss with other schools, and also conduct martial arts discussions.

If it were an ordinary little thing, you wouldn't have chosen to be in such a high-end hall.

This matter has been officially escalated to the level of school warfare.

So, when Xia Xin walked into the Discussion Hall and saw that the hall was surrounded by people, he was also shocked.

What are you doing?

How many people do this take?

There are three dragon pillars on the left and right decibels in the Dialect Hall, and there are many people standing around the dragon pillars. At first glance, there are at least 200 people.

Most of them are Taoist people, but there are also people from other schools.

This can be seen from the costumes.

As Feng Shen’s handsome and extraordinary Xia Xin walked into the Palace of Discussion, his eyes naturally focused on him.

Isn’t it just a competition, I won that King Kong once? As for such a big battle?

Xia Xin vaguely heard the whispering people around him.

"It's him?"

"So handsome!"

"Are all novelists so handsome?"

"It seems that he is so weak that he is really defeating dozens of Taoist disciples alone, and it is all one move?"

"Taoism is so embarrassed this time."

“…”

Then a slender and handsome man came up and whispered Xia Xin, "Hello Brother Ye Ming."

"Hello."

Xia Xinhui punched him.

The man smiled and said, "I am Wang Qi, a Taoist. I heard that Brother Ye Ming is very good. He defeated several of my junior brothers yesterday. I am not talented. Today I will ask for advice."

Xia Xin smiled, but said in his heart, "Good guy, I've just pushed all the blame on me. I'll defeat your junior brother. Why don't you say that so many of you come here to cause trouble for me?"

To find fault, you have to give yourself an excuse to be open and upright.

"Master Wang Qi, you may not have figured out the matter. The beginning of the story was that a little brother Yang Gang from your Taoist school wanted to compete with me. I only had one move and luckily won him."

Xia Xin said it was right, it was indeed a trick.

He made a move, but the other party didn't even have a chance to make a move.

"Then your junior brothers insisted on questioning my martial arts skills, thinking that I was secretly damned and came to me for advice. I thought about it and agreed. There will be a victory or defeat in the competition. Winning and defeat are common in military affairs. I thought this matter should end here."

"I guess no one has questioned my martial arts skills now, and I have proved my innocence, so I don't think there is any need to continue competing."

Xia Xin usually doesn't speak much, but he feels that the matter is getting bigger and bigger, so he says it very appropriately.

First let the people present understand the whole story, and then tactfully state that they had no intention of fighting, hoping that it would end here.

But the other party won't agree.

As a Taoist sect, Wang Qi must seek justice for his junior brothers.

You can't be beaten down for nothing.

Wang Qi smiled, "Brother Ye Ming misunderstood. My junior brothers have already experienced your skills, so naturally there is no doubt about it anymore. But I am very curious. Most novelists value literature and neglect military affairs. They have made mediocre achievements in martial arts. Why did Brother Ye Ming learn such superb martial arts? I dare to ask who Ling Shi is."

"I have traveled all over the world, visited countries, and asked scholars from all over the world for advice. If you want to talk about my master, you might be a martial arts master all over the world."

If Wang Qi intends to trap Xia Xin, but Xia Xin does not make it.

Zhu Shuishui next to him said happily, "Brother Ye Ming is very powerful, right? He started traveling around the world very early to collect cultural attractions from all over the world. His martial arts are so good, Brother Wang, do you think so?"

"Of course," Wang Qi smiled at Zhu Shuishui, "Brother Ye Ming is the director of the hundreds of schools. He integrates himself into it. Of course, he is extremely talented. I also believe in Brother Ye Ming's strength. I am also very curious about the martial arts outside, so I want to ask Brother Ye Ming for a few tricks. We only do academic exchanges, stop when clicking, and never hurt people. What do you think?"

Xia Xin really wants to say, "If I say no, please let me go?"

...

...

Speaking of which, Yin Xiangqin lives on the second floor of the palace and is sitting in front of the dressing table and asking the maid to dress up. Suddenly, she found a bunch of people downstairs running towards the Discussion Hall, and they were muttering, "I've seen a good show, and I've seen a good show."

"Go quickly, go quickly."

"The novelist is a Taoist man."

"If you go late, you won't look down on me."

Yin Xiangqin's eyes that were as dreamy as a fantasy and charming as a charming person blinked, and followed the group of people downstairs' destination, a puzzled look.

The little mouth under the hazy veil opened lightly, and a tender voice that was charming and charming, "Xiao Lu, what's the situation downstairs, and who will Taoism discuss with?"

"I don't know, I sound like a novelist."
To be continued...