Unparalleled Martial God

At this point, Chu Yang still hadn't fully understood the situation. He opened his folding fan and smiled elegantly, "Calm down, you must be patient with your studies. The one opposite you, who claims to be a scholar, can you please pay a little attention to your image?"    

    

Seeing Zhu Yu's extremely resentful gaze, Li Dazhuang couldn't help but glance at Chu Yang as he silently criticized him in his heart, "This fellow, he really can put on an act."    

    

People naturally despised Zhu Yu to the extreme. What kind of nonsense was Zhu Yu as a scholar? Not mentioning what he had done before, but with his current appearance, did he even look like a scholar at all?    

    

On the other hand, Liu Xunhuan was a proper scholar.    

    

"Brother Ma, forgive my stupidity, but can you tell me in detail about this' Book of Songs'?"    

    

Chu Yang cupped his fist at Ma Kongqun and Zhu Yu's explosive roar sounded out, "Lowly citizen, are you trying to stall for time? I don't have that much time to waste on a lowly person like you! "    

    

Ma KongQun didn't say anything and directly sent a strand of consciousness into Chu Yang's consciousness. Instantly, Chu Yang understood everything about the 'Book of Songs'.    

    

Aside from the 'Book of Songs', there were also the 'Classics of Words', 'Classic of Words', 'Classic of Painting', 'Classic of Zither', 'Book of Chess', etc. It was said that these were all civilizations from the previous era.    

    

The [Book of Songs] was similar to the imprint of a great emperor, and could be communicated and activated. The only difference was that the [Book of Songs] was written by a great number of poets, and not just one person's imprint.    

    

People can communicate with the Book of Songs based on their cultivation, and the Book of Songs can judge the quality of the poems. Over time, the Book of Songs will become the supreme authority of one of the Central State's poems.    

    

After Ma KongQun told Chu Yang about the 'Book of Songs', Chu Yang could communicate with it. However, it was impossible for him to communicate with the 'Book of Songs' in such a short period of time. The theory was simple, if the 'Book of Songs' was an emperor, then Chu Yang was just a small citizen. Even if he imagined the emperor giving him advice on how to govern a country, or teaching him a way, he would never be able to touch an emperor.    

    

The heck!    

    

The [Book of Songs] was the same in this aspect, so Chu Yang had to spend a lot of time and effort to communicate with the [Book of Songs], and only then could the [Book of Songs] appear.    

    

This process was just like how a small character, through continuous effort, gained fame or became an official of the imperial government. Only after reaching this stage would the emperor pay attention to his suggestion.    

    

Zhu Yu was deceiving Chu Yang for this point, even if he knew of the 'Book of Songs', it was impossible for the 'Book of Songs' to be revealed in an instant.    

    

"The eyes of the masses are bright. Is it really good to do this for the sake of ten thousand taels of silver?"    

    

Chu Yang was still calmly waving his fan, looking very refined and graceful.    

    

This time, his elegance was far too long. It was likely that his actions had surpassed the sum of his previous actions.    

    

"Hmph. I am only bullying you. What can you do?" Zhu Yu sneered, "Lowly citizen, this is the difference between you and me, do you understand?"    

    

He was outspoken and did not care about what others said. After all, he knew what was going on. Who didn't?    

    

Therefore, he simply wanted to make Chu Yang angry and sullen. Chu Yang's poem was clearly better and more shocking, but he still had to lose. If he were to be killed, he wouldn't be able to change anything.    

    

He, Zhu Yu, had lost face. Chu Yang was about to lose his life, and this was the price for offending him. No one could escape, they would all die without a burial place.