As the news that the second Baijia Forum was about to be held spread, the debate trend of Yitong Academy suddenly flourished, and countless students spontaneously launched debates without distinction between location and topics. Almost all corners of the Academy could hear aloud.

Yao Ruoyu, wearing a human skin mask, walked through several teaching buildings and finally came to Yuanyang Lake on the east side of the school. This pure land where most men and women used to write poems, is now falling into the debate. Countless groups of men and women are talking and talking here. The lively and lively, but the elegant atmosphere of the past has disappeared.

Yao Ruoyu, whose pseudonym "Lu Xun", was sitting next to four young men and women at this time, listening to the four people debated against the "civilian and military dispute".

"Military generals conquer the world, and literati rule the world. This is an unchanging law since ancient times. Now, I am a big scholar and a big scholar. I don't need to worry about military disasters in the short term. Naturally, I need to emphasize literature and suppress military affairs."

"Otherwise, although my Dawen is prosperous on the surface, there are wild people in the north and south eyeing me. Although the Song Dynasty in the east is my Dawen ruler, it is said that if we are lying beside the bed, how can we let others snore? Who knows when they will have thoughts about us? If we don't have heavy troops, how can we defend the enemy in the future?"

"I wonder if the sentence 'the general will not accept foreign military orders', Brother Chen has heard of it? These six commanders led their troops to take charge. Once they have their own troops, it would be like the separatist situation of the princes ignoring the upper country on weekends. How can they solve it then?"

"So, in Brother Liu's opinion, how can this be resolved?"

"Simple! Change the commander once a year, change the town general every six months, and change the battalion general once a month. This will ensure that the generals cannot control military power for a long time, and also prevent them from turning the national army into a private army."

Hearing this, Yao Ruoyu couldn't bear it and burst out laughing. The man who spoke before suddenly felt dissatisfied and said unhappy: "Is this brother ridiculed me?"

Waving his hand, Yao Ruoyu smiled and said, "No."

"Since it's a debate, everyone can speak freely. Why should Brother Liu be angry?" Another young scholar nodded at Yao Ruoyu with a smile and said, "If this brother has any ideas, please speak frankly."

After pursing his lips, Yao Ruoyu smiled and said, "What do you think, the iron-killed camp and the flowing general, do you know what consequences will be?"

The few people were stunned when they heard this. The scholar named Liu frowned and said, "Of course, he can reduce his control over the army and prevent them from separatist and rebelling."

Shaking his head, Yao Ruoyu looked at the other three people. The scholar surnamed Chen seemed to have thought of something and hesitated: "In this way, I am afraid that the combat effectiveness of the army will be greatly reduced..."

With his hands spread out, Yao Ruoyu smiled and said, "Authentic, my Dawen has a Sichuan and Chongqing team. We can attack and retreat and defend. We do not need to worry about foreign military disasters in the short term, but sooner or later we will face the attacks of the Southern Barbarians and Mongolia. If our Dawen army has weak combat power at that time, how can we resist their offensive?"

"So the prince has not planned to maintain his health in the past two years, but continues to be strong and powerful?"

Suddenly, a man asked softly from the side. Yao Ruoyu looked back and raised his eyebrows when he saw the visitor, and then laughed: "What is military and military force? I, Dawen, have built a school in recent years and recruited hundreds of masters to teach in Sichuan and Chongqing. Didn't Brother Li see it?"

"This is a disaster for the country," the visitor said indifferently, "Don't respect Confucianism, but praise the competition of hundreds of schools, will only shake the foundation of the country."

With his fingers gently shaking, Yao Ruoyu sneered: "Why must we respect Confucianism?"

"Since the Han Dynasty, kings of all dynasties have emphasized Confucianism and promoted Confucianism, and they have created countless prosperous dynasties..."

Before the visitor finished speaking, Yao Ruoyu laughed and said, "Why is the Han Dynasty now disappearing and the Song Dynasty is in power?"

Before the man could refute, Yao Ruoyu smiled again: "Confucianism, what is Confucianism? What does human needs mean? Does Brother Li think that the current Confucian teachings are what people need?"

The visitor said angrily: "Isn't it? With the efforts of my 3,000 Confucian scholars, my Song Dynasty ranked first among the major dynasties in China. Both military, financial and national strength are the best in the world. Can't it prove the importance of my Confucianism?"

"Is that so? Then why are there still countless poor people in the Song Dynasty? There are still countless refugees displaced?" His eyes were slightly sharp, and Yao Ruoyu sneered, "In order to seek personal gain, he does not hesitate to harm the other side, and the officials and bandits collude. Is there still fewer such things on the table of your Minister of Justice?"

Without listening to the two people's arguments carefully, the men and women around were all looking at Yao Ruoyu in shock, because if they heard it correctly, the person who came just called him "Prince" and there seemed to be only one person in the entire Dawen City-Country who was qualified to be called "Prince".

"Your Highness King Wen!" The four male and female students stood up in a hurry and bowed.

With a cold face, Yao Ruoyu waved his hand to signal the four of them not to be polite. He stood up and looked at the visitor, and said coldly: "I remember that the top scholar was not an official in the Ministry of Rites? Why do I have time to come to my big article? The Baijia Forum will be held for two or three months. Is it too early?"

The visitor is handsome, wearing a white dress, carrying a sword of Confucianism's treasure, and his temperament is as transcendent as an exiled immortal. He is Li Yuezhou, the successor of Confucian Confucius's direct lineage.

Looking at the four people next to him, Li Yuezhou said calmly: "I have something to say to the prince."

Yao Ruoyu raised his eyebrows and looked at the scrupulous look.

Li Yuezhou frowned slightly, suppressed his anger, and whispered: "Can you borrow a step to speak?"

Shrugging, Yao Ruoyu waved to the four students beside him, took Li Yuezhou away from Yuanyang Lake, walked slowly along the lake-shaped greenway, and soon arrived at the entrance of the doctoral building.

Standing in front of the steps outside the door, Yao Ruoyu turned around and looked at Li Yuezhou, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's talk."

Unexpectedly, Yao Ruoyu had no intention of letting him enter the door. Li Yuezhou frowned and said, "Is this the prince's way of treating guests?"

Yao Ruoyu spread his hands and laughed: "Brother Li said that it was hospitality. Brother Li came in a fierce manner. I didn't know that he thought it was the enemy who came to the door. How dare I let Brother Li enter? After all, there are still a lot of valuable things inside. If it is broken, I'm afraid that Brother Li's salary will not be able to afford it?"

Li Yuezhou was a gentleman who was a gentleman since his debut, and he had been in contact with important officials since his debut. He was also a child of officials. He was well-educated, polite and humble. He had never had a person like Yao Ruoyu who had a slutty face. He was so angry that his face turned blue. It took him a long time to recite the Heart Sutra silently to suppress his anger.

After breathing slowly several times, Li Yuezhou calmed down and said solemnly: "Li asked King Wen for advice on behalf of my Confucianism, how can he give up and continue to hold the Hundred Schools Forum?"

"Oh?" Yao Ruoyu looked at him with interest and said with a smile, "So are you scared?"

"The prince is shaveting my Song Dynasty's flesh and blood!"

His eyes turned cold, and the sword hilt exposed behind Li Yuezhou's left shoulder trembled slightly, and bursts of sword sounds came: "The theory of hundreds of schools attracts a large number of literati to Sichuan and Chongqing. If you come to you, a group of essays, and I will be a group of less than the Song Dynasty. Do you know the consequences of your doing this?"

Yao Ruoyu smiled and said, "The consequence is that from now on, the Song Dynasty will be your Confucianism. Without people from other schools, you can do whatever you want. Isn't it just right for you to do whatever you want?"

"Your Majesty is really kind," Li Yuezhou laughed anxiously, "Do you think doing this will shake the foundation of my Confucianism? My Confucianism is the school of God's choice to support the dragon. If you do this, you will only become the biggest Confucian enemy of my Confucianism in more than a thousand years!"

"My enemy? I like this title, it's very cool."

As he smacked his lips, Yao Ruoyu's smile slowly restrained, and a pressure rose from his body, causing Li Yuezhou's eyes to twitch slightly.

"When the King of Shu wanted to seize the foundation of Sichuan and Shu, it was your Confucian school who took the lead in responding and took the lead in targeting me."

"So, either you bow your head and admit your mistake first, or you and I will continue to fight to the death."

Li Yuezhou's face turned pale and said angrily: "You are alive and dead? Do you think you are the one who is a great city-state, and you are qualified to fight with my Confucian school to the death?"

"Try it!" Yao Ruoyu shrugged and said with a smile, "My foundation of my great literature has never been your Confucian school, but the millions of people from Sichuan and Chongqing. Your Confucian school may be able to turn the world in the Song Dynasty, but in my great literature... I'm sorry, you're just a fool!"

Hearing the last five words, Li Yuezhou suddenly shouted angrily. The Taixue sword behind him was unsheathed for half a foot. The dense golden ancient seal script appeared out of nowhere around him. Accompanied by the surging righteousness, it turned into a majestic momentum that soared into the sky, and was about to block the heaven and earth.

"This is Dawen."

A chuckle came from his mouth, Yao Ruoyu's eyes were slightly sharp, and the righteous spirit that had been scattered before had collapsed. Li Yuezhou's face turned red, and he took a few steps in a mess, and he spewed out a stream of blood when he opened his mouth.

Although Li Yuezhou had already entered the seventh realm with half his foot, which was almost the same as Yao Ruoyu's current skill, but the realm of the two was very different. Yao Ruoyu had just thought that he crushed Li Yuezhou's Haoran righteousness with the blessing of golden ancient seal.

Under the pressure of a majestic sword, Li Yuezhou raised his hand and wiped away the blood at the corners of his lips, gritted his teeth and said, "Li remembers what he gave today and will definitely return it twice in the future."

"Li Yuezhou, don't force me to kill you!" He narrowed his eyes slightly, and Yao Ruoyu looked at him with a smile, "What do you think I killed you, your Confucian Sect can do me? Mongolia, the Southern Barbarians are eyeing me, and the power of the Song Dynasty has not yet recovered. Do you think the Song Dynasty will attack my Dawen City-National City-Nation for you alone?"

Even though Li Yuezhou had always been modest and polite, his chest almost exploded at this time, but was frightened by the sharp sword that had covered him at that moment. He finally suppressed the anger that was about to blurt out, and turned his head away with a big sleeve.

Seeing Li Yuezhou disappear at the end of the street, Yao Ruoyu suddenly looked up and saw that after using the end of the sword as a medium, he could clearly see the phantoms of broken golden ancient seals, which were left behind after being crushed by himself.

With a thought, the end sword domain quietly unfolded, swallowing all the fine ancient seal phantoms, turning them into wisps of light golden spiritual light and quietly sank into the spiritual sea at his heart and soul.

"It is worthy of being the personal legend of Confucius. The golden ancient seal is blessed with several times more righteousness than Zhao Tianjiao's."

Feeling the ancient seal imprint written by Kong Sheng himself, Yao Ruoyu smiled a little, because he thought of the idea when he studied the method of the Confucian Haoran Zhengqi because he re-educated the five realms, and that... a method that was enough to cut off the foundation of the Confucian school for more than a thousand years!
Chapter completed!