Martial: I Started The Technological Revolution In Ancient Times

Shangguan Qing'er looked at the poem indifferently and suddenly said, "Young Master Yun, this Little Master of Zhao family really makes people look at him in a new light."    

" Oh? You also said that his poems are very good?"    

" No. " Shangguan Qing'er shook her head and said, "I mean, he was kicked by me previously. He was punched by Young Master Yun again and now he looked like he was in pain. He probably has fractured bones. Even in this state, he can still write poems. This is truly admirable. "    

Xiao Yun said, "Oh, he does have some backbone, but that's also true. This scene... This poem was written in front of everyone, and it was exchanged for countless praises. It was probably the most glorious moment of his life! This was the only chance he had in his life, let alone breaking a few bones. Even if he died in the next moment, he would probably still persist and walk forward, right? It's really pitiful. I'm regretting using too much force on my fist just now. "    

The two of them sang together and ignored the others, causing everyone to be dumbstruck. As for the person involved, Little Master Zhao, he was so angry that he directly spat out a mouthful of blood. His body swayed twice and he fell down with a thump.    

But he had not fainted yet.    

Xiao Yun said again, "But his backbone is commendable. The poems are also wonderful, but his brain has some problems. Isn't the exam going to be a talk this time? Why did he write a poem? Wasn't this a question that couldn't be answered? Could it be that there was something wrong with this fellow's ears and he didn't hear the question clearly? Or is it that there's only one poem in his brain and he doesn't know how to write anything else?"    

" You! "    

Little Master Zhao was so angry that he couldn't breathe. He rolled his eyes and passed out.    

Zhao Fengxi immediately rushed forward and shouted, "Why are you so aggressive?!"    

Xiao Yun spread his hands and said, "I'm telling the truth. Why are you being so aggressive? And I don't understand. I don't understand how your brains grow. You were the ones who provoked me first. You insulted me on the street, and now you are declaring war on me. Now that you can't win, why are you saying that I'm overbearing? Heh! How ridiculous is that? A wise man doesn't need to hide anything. If it wasn't for the fact that the Zhao family had contributed to the Qin Country just now, he had earned the reputation of his ancestors. That punch just now... I would have killed him! You probably don't understand, why don't you go back and ask your family's guards? If my fist moves three inches upwards, do you think he'll still be alive?"    

"You!"    

"You what you?"    

"Me!"    

"I what me?" Xiao Yun snorted and said loudly, "Don't say anymore. Do you really think that all the talents in the world are idiots? What level is Little Master Zhao at? He can be ranked in the wine and flowers, but I'm afraid that the path of poetry is not good enough, right? On the other hand, you, the eldest son of the Zhao family, are unparalleled in poetry and painting. Everyone knew what level you were at, and this poem was actually made by him. Or was it made by you? Do you need me to say more? Now that Little Master Zhao had come to participate in the evaluation, it was for Prime Minister Lee to see. Now that he had cheated in his script, wouldn't he be lying to Prime Minister Lee? Do you think Prime Minister Lee is a fool? Can't you tell?"    

"You are slandering me!"    

"If the Zhao family had unparalleled power and influence, they could call a deer a horse and overturn right and wrong. I won't say a single word today, but... I don't think the Zhao family is like this, right?"    

One sentence could be said to be a heart attack.    

The scene turned cold once again.    

Zhao Fengxi's heart was beating wildly. His eyes were wide open as he stared at Xiao Yun in disbelief. He didn't know why Xiao Yun dared to speak such a heart attack. Could it be that Xiao Yun really had no scruples?    

He took a deep breath and immediately said, "At least my brother has written this poem. But you, Young Master Xiao, haven't written anything yet, right?"    

Everyone immediately had the mentality of watching a show.    

Someone even shouted, "That's right, Young Master Xiao, what you said is pretty good, but now that the question is in front of us, we haven't seen you move, right? You don't know how to do it?"    

"I'm afraid you only know how to talk, and you don't even know how to write, right?"    

"Aiyo, have you guys heard of it? Young Master Xiao has never been to the Student Overseer since he was young, and he has never learned from the teacher. I'm afraid he really doesn't know how to write!"    

With each word, the spittle condensed into a nail, stabbing into the person's body. It was painful.    

Prime Minister Lee looked over from the small window.    

"I really don't know if this child is a newborn calf or if he has something to rely on. It was common for drafts to happen among nobles. After all, it was a matter of evaluation. It is an indisputable fact that the main factor is family background and literature talent. However, there was no one like him who would point it out openly. Furthermore, Old Man Xiao had long requested this old man to give him a high grade evaluation. If the matter were to escalate too much... I'm afraid this old man will not be able to handle it."    

Lee Runzhi also smiled bitterly. He hurriedly said, "Father, why don't I leave now and pass this second stage first?"    

"No."    

Prime Minister Lee waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Let's take a look again."    

In the arena, Xiao Yun sneered and did not waver.    

He walked straight to the huge paper and waved his hand at the back. He said, "Qing'er, come here."    

“ Oh. "    

Shangguan Qing'er did not understand and approached the station.    

But at this moment.    

Xiao Yun's arm instantly drew a line and the short sword on Shangguan Qing'er's waist let out a dragon's roar.    

Swoosh! Swoosh!    

The short sword drew a sword flower in the air and swept across the paper. It drew a perfect arc in the air and returned to the sheath with a swoosh.    

Xiao Yun stretched out his hand.    

A piece of paper about a foot long was separated from the entire piece of paper and landed lightly on Xiao Yun's hand.    

The whole set of movements was as smooth as flowing water. Most people did not even see it clearly. They only felt a flash of the sword. As soon as the short sword came out, the paper was cut into a square.    

It was marvelous!    

It was easy to draw the sword.    

But what about returning the sword?    

With such speed, how precise must he be in order to make the short sword return to its sheath?    

"Alright!"    

Some people even couldn't help but shout 'good'. When they realized that everyone was looking at them, they immediately covered their mouths and lowered their heads.    

Xiao Yun also turned around and glared at that person. He muttered, "All of you aren't here to watch a circus on the heavenly bridge. What should I call you?"    

When that person heard this, he felt even more ashamed. He really wanted to find a gap on the ground and crawl in.    

Seeing this scene, Zhao Fengxi believed that only Xiao Yun could kill Little Master Zhao.    

This move... was simply a monster!    

It seemed that even those heroes in the martial arts world would find it difficult to do such a wonderful thing.    

Then, people couldn't help but think about it.    

Right now, there was a piece of paper in front of him. With a flash of the sword light, he had been slashed four times! What if there was a person in front of the sword light? !    

He wouldn't even have time to react before he would die cleanly, right?    

They couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.    

Especially those people who had previously provoked them. They trembled even more, and their bodies kept moving backward. They all retreated to the side of the wall, and if they kept moving back, they would be able to pierce through the wall!    

Shangguan Qing'er stared blankly at the short sword at her waist. Her eyes were about to pop out.    

After a while, she asked with a bitter face, "Young Master Yun, didn't you say that we should keep a low profile?"    

Xiao Yun said, "At home, we are family, so naturally we should keep a low profile. But when outside, why would we need to keep a low profile? I'm the dignified young master of Xiao family, do I need to keep a low profile? "    

" This... As long as you're happy."    

Shangguan Qing'er realized that all the rules were set by Xiao Yun. He would do whatever he said, and she could still argue with him. She was an idiot.    

Xiao Yun took the paper and walked to a table.    

There was an incense burner and fruits on the table.    

There was a portrait hanging on the wall. It should be a certain ancient scholar who paid respects to him as a teacher.    

He suddenly reached out and took a fruit. He wiped the fruit on his body twice and took a bite. When he found that it was not delicious, he threw it to the side.    

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he pushed the thing on the table to the side.    

The incense burner fell, and the fruits scattered. It was a mess.    

"You!"    

"Insolence is too great!"    

A few people couldn't help but shout out.    

Xiao Yun turned around to take a look.    

Then, they shut their mouths.    

They glared at the people beside them, as if the one who shouted was not them, but someone else, and they hated this kind of behavior!    

In their fear of saving themselves, everyone was somewhat quick-witted.    

"Hmph!"    

Xiao Yun coldly snorted and turned around. He laid the paper on top of it, then took out a brush and ink, drew a few strokes on it, and finished writing.    

He shook it and waited for the ink to dry. Then he walked in front of the paper and spat on it. He stuck his paper on top of the poem that Little Master Zhao had written.    

The paper was soft and sticky, and the saliva was very sticky.    

Then, he turned around and walked away with his hands behind his back. He found a chair and sat down. He was extremely self-satisfied, as if he had returned to his own home.    

The group of people were filled with curiosity and immediately surrounded him.    

When they first saw this "Ink Treasure," everyone was stunned.    

This word... was truly shocking!    

"My God, even if we catch a spider, dip it in ink, throw it on a piece of paper and let it climb around randomly, I'm afraid it's still better than this word, right?"    

"You're insulting a spider!"    

The others immediately echoed.