My wife is a sword god

The sound was made by the righteousness flowing into the chest, which was deafening.

This shout not only made the people in the Imperial College feel timid, but also made the people watching below the stage more confident and excited.

Some people even said: "It is worthy of Master Qin, the way of appearance is so unusual."

"That's right, the man from the Imperial College floated on the high platform, while Master Qin fell directly from the sky, which was not to suppress the other side!"

"Master Qin must have deliberately used this method to show that he can suppress the confidence of everyone in the Imperial College!" Some people speculated like this.

No, you think too much. Qin Feng on the Wenxin Stage naturally heard these words. On the surface, he was calm, but his inner drama was much more than he showed.

He has been in the Qin Mansion for three days, browsing the books in Tingyu Pavilion to enrich himself.

After breakfast this morning, he rushed to Haowenyuan.

But he never expected that there would be so many people coming here to watch the game, even five streets away were crowded with people.

In desperation, he returned to Qin's house and asked his wife to send him off.

While thinking about this, Liu Jianli also fell from a high altitude to the bottom of the Wenxin stage.

The graceful figure in white naturally attracted the attention of everyone present.

"Liu Jianli," everyone in the Imperial College said in a deep voice.

The prince in the carriage couldn't help but sigh: "The clouds think of clothes and the flowers think of beauty, the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is gorgeous. It is really appropriate to describe Liu Jianli at this time."

The three girls in the sedan chair heard this and felt uncomfortable.

When this beauty poem was first introduced to Fengtian City, it was a sensation in the brothel.

Many courtesans were guessing which talented man could have such a poetic talent.

Of course, they were also thinking about which woman in the world could be worthy of such a poem.

At this time, they heard the prince's words, although they felt uncomfortable, after all, how could a man praise other women in front of women, but the prince praised Liu Jianli, and they felt it was natural.

In the brothel, they were also well-known courtesans, but compared with Liu Jianli, they were somewhat dwarfed.

How dare a grain of rice compete with the bright moon.

They all looked out the window, looking at the black-clothed gentleman on the high platform. That man was Liu Jianli's husband?

What ability did he have to marry Liu Jianli?

On the Wenxin stage, the man from the Imperial College looked ugly. His appearance was inferior, and the opponent took the lead. He wanted to say some harsh words to save his face, but he glanced at the white-clothed figure under the stage.

The harsh words that came to his throat were swallowed back again. I'm afraid that the entire Imperial College combined is not as good as Liu Jianli alone.

He also complained in his heart: "Academic disputes are academic disputes. What kind of hero is it to bring my wife here to supervise the battle?"

"What is the first match?" Qin Feng asked lightly.

The man came back to his senses and said confidently: "By learning from the past and understanding the present, I have studied the history of Daqian for more than ten years, and I can recite the contents by heart. Today, I will compare the history of Daqian with you!"

Compare history?

Everyone in the audience looked at each other in surprise.

Qin Feng also showed a strange look.

A woman in the carriage asked curiously: "Sir, is this difficult?"

The prince thought: "It's just memorizing. For a literary saint, it's not difficult, because the prerequisite for becoming a literary saint is to memorize 10,000 volumes of books.

This so-called memorization naturally includes knowing the contents of the book by heart.

But people's energy is always limited, and it takes a long time to memorize 10,000 volumes of books.

And each literary saint asks for different directions, and naturally reads different books. I think the other party asked the literary saint about the more niche history, so he wants to use his strengths to attack others' weaknesses."

Another woman asked again: "The black-clothed young man on the stage , what is the reason for asking the sage of literature? "

The prince sighed: "Brother Qin's direction is more unconventional, he is asking about medical skills, of course, there may be some books of strange and clever skills. "

The charming woman heard this and covered her mouth and said: "In this way, won't he lose for sure?"

The woman on the side also added: "Yes, and he has to deal with more than one person. There are so many people in the Imperial College, and the directions of asking must be varied.

If everyone competes with Mr. Qin in the direction they are good at, won't the latter win a single game? "

The prince did not answer. He had already found out the reason for the academic dispute.

While admiring Qin Feng in his heart, he also felt that the other party was too reckless and did not think twice before acting.

"Anyway, let's see first," the prince said lightly, maybe there will be a miracle.

On the Wenxin stage, the man looked at the other party with complacency. Although the people of the Imperial College were arrogant, they were not the kind of vulgar and reckless men.

They had already found out the directions that Qin Feng was good at, one was medical skills and the other was craftsmanship.

In this case, as long as we compete with each other in other knowledge, this academic competition will definitely defeat the other party.

He thought he would see Qin Feng panicking, but the other party remained calm and even asked: "How to compare specifically?"

Let you pretend to be a man again. Answer: "It's simple. Daqian has been around for 2,400 years. Starting from the beginning of Daqian's establishment, any historical event can be used as a question.

We ask each other ten questions. Whoever answers more correctly will be the winner. How about it?"

Qin Feng pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."

"Okay, I'll go first!" The man didn't talk about martial arts, and took the lead in asking about a rather unpopular historical event. He wanted to take the lead and make Qin Feng lose face!

Over at the Imperial College, everyone fell into thinking when they heard this question.

Mojijiu smiled while stroking his beard, and said the answer to the question: "This question is indeed rare. It is worthy of being asked from the perspective of history. As a student who aspires to become a historian, if I hadn't happened to read that history book, I wouldn't have been able to answer it."

"Master Mo is so talented that it's hard to answer any question. But for this question, even if that guy tries hard, he probably won't be able to find the answer." Everyone patted the horses and stepped on Qin Feng.

Hearing this, Tang Fei smiled and nodded.

But then, Qin Feng spoke directly and gave the answer, which was exactly the same as what Mo Jijiu said!

The man on the platform was shocked. Isn't the other person good at medicine and craftsmanship? Why can such obscure history be known?

"No, he must have read this history book by chance. I don't need to panic at all." The man comforted himself in his heart.

But what happened next made everyone in the Imperial College unexpected. The man and Qin Feng asked each other ten questions, and all of them were answered correctly.

Even Mo Jijiu didn't know some of the unpopular knowledge.

"How is this possible? Is this person very familiar with history?"

"I wanted to disgrace him in the first game, but I didn't expect that we only got a draw."

All the people in the audience who were originally worried cheered for joy.

In the carriage, a woman asked in surprise: "Sir, is this person also very proficient in history?"

The prince smiled and said: "Brother Qin, you are always so unexpected."

The man on the stage gritted his teeth angrily, but that was the end of the matter. No matter how reluctant he was, he had no choice but to leave. After all, he had agreed to the ten questions before.

But at this moment, Qin Feng spoke again: "It would be too boring to end in a draw. How about we ask each other a question?"

Is there such a good thing?

The man was overjoyed in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm: "That's what I meant, and I won't bully you. You'll ask first this time."

"Okay." Qin Feng thought for a moment and then asked: "The first question you asked before was on which page and line of which history book?"

"What?" The man's eyes widened and he looked confused.