105 Debates with Private Messages (2/2)
So today he answered it in this way:
”There's no need to argue about the lotus and the grass. But what I want to say is that if there is a unique genius in the world, then this genius can only be me rather than you. Because only I'm qualified to become the only one. Thus there is a question. Since you said that Haotian master would only pity the true genius, why can't I cultivate as the real one?”
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West Hill Divine Kingdom, which had the most believers, Supermundane Experts, wealth, and power in the world, naturally had a lot of geniuses and talents who silently cultivated before the Seven Tomes of Arcane.
The Academy in the Tang Empire, which had the most respected status, the greatest number of hermits, and a character like the Headmaster of the Academy, naturally had a lot of geniuses and wise people, who calmly spent the days behind a few statues on the Second Floor.
With a just short sixteen-year life, Chen Pipi had been studying in the two places for years and had long been recognized as the world's most outstanding genius from the teachers' attitudes and in the students' eyes. Even if he met the other two people from the Unknown Place, he was also proud enough to take his usual attitude and his confident messages for granted. Because he thought that it only elaborated a simple fact.
Now he finally met a guy prouder and more confident than him.
The problem was that in Chen Pipi's view, that guy who called himself the only genius was just a poor person who was ignorant about cultivation and had no acupoint but only some perseverance and clever ideas... Well, Chen Pipi recognized that the guy could be regarded as both intelligent and resolute, but how could the guy compete with him for the genius title?
Furious, Chen Pipi left a question in the message for Ning Que under the dim starlight through the clouds, accompanied by the angry cicadas beside the window:
”You used Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong to deconstruct the words. In this stupid way of reading the book and forgetting the words' meanings, you might have already hurt the heart and lungs when reading the book about Haoran Sword. Then I'll ask you how to treat the heart and lungs injury. Don't mention the heavy medicine like grass seed. I only ask you how to cook and eat mugworts and felon herbs, and how to deal with angelica roots and ginkgos. Slice or grind them? How many doses of red ginseng and brown sugar? How to mix them? When to add Chinese olives and sweet wormwoods? Answer me now!”
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”Mugworts and felon herbs? Angelica roots and ginkgos? Red ginseng and brown sugar? Chinese olives and sweet wormwoods?”
Looking at those scrawled messages on the paper, Ning Que imagined the mad appearance of that man, who must be very young, and could not help but raise his eyebrows, thinking it was really interesting.
It was not surprising that the guy left questions to test him. But to his surprise, the questions left by that guy had nothing to do with the six subjects of cultivation—such as how many sword meanings could be read by the method of Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong—but were actually questions about the approaches of medicine.
Instantly, he understood his opponent's intention. That guy regarded himself as a unique genius on cultivation. So it was naturally kind of unfair if he used the questions on cultivation to test others. Thus, he simply chose the questions that had nothing to do with the six subjects of cultivation, but on how to choose, cook, and take the traditional Chinese medicine.
His opponent's choice for this topic was very clear, for he was very proud—the so-called genius was a versatile person. If it was unfair to use the cultivation questions for a test, then he just had to use the problems that the opponent had already met.
”What an extremely proud guy.”
Ning Que shook his head with a smile and then suddenly stopped smiling, for he really did not know how to solve this problem or how to deal with those familiar drugs to cure his own lung injury. The doctor in Chang'an had received Sangsang's 20 taels of silver, but only told him to have a good rest. Although he had the habit of herbal healing treatment in Min Mountain, he really did not know how to cure this lung injury or use these drugs.
If someone was not competitive in his daily life, then he might not think that was worth doing. Have you seen the lad Wang Bo argue with his contemporaries about the writing methods? Have you seen Lin Zhiying at the age of 17 compete with students in Hua Gang art school? But if the lad Wang Bo met Gan Luo, or Lin Zhiying at the age of 17 met Sun Yaowei...
Ning Que now encountered a proud guy who proclaimed himself to be a genius and was also likely to be a true genius. Of course, he wanted to argue with his opponent. But unfortunately, he really did not know how to answer this question.
”I really can't answer your questions.” He wrote on the paper with shame.
Then he lifted up his eyebrows a bit, with a few shining freckles on his face, and tightened his right hand holding the brush, freely writing on the paper: ”But for fairness, I have a question to test you. Can you answer it?”
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