As soon as Mr. Chongxuan said these words, the atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly changed.
Zhongxuan Mingguang's diligent squeezing of his legs could not help but slow down.
Chong Xuanzun was originally in a good mood.
Although it was said that Wang Yiwu and his father "joined forces" and destroyed his business in less than a year. It's really a headache.
But the good news that the guy sent back from Jianfeng Mountain in Xia Kingdom to congratulate Chongxuan Zun and Tianfu was still very mood-boosting.
Especially today, the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren are enjoying themselves and chatting about everyday things, which is a joy in life.
What a steal of half a day's leisure!
But what the old man said...
The only Ruan Jianzheng who could be on friendly terms with Bowang Hou could only be Qintian Jianzheng Ruan Yuan.
The famous Star Observation Tower, the tallest building in Linzi, is the territory of Qintian Prison. Every day when the morning bell of Ziji Palace rings, it is rang by someone from Qintian Prison.
For many people, this is an extremely mysterious yamen. It is true that they are not very involved in political affairs.
But those who truly have weight will naturally know the weight of Qin Tian Jian.
But then again, Qin Tianjian's status is transcendent, and the supervisor Ruan Yuan is not accessible to ordinary people. If it weren't for Mr. Chongxuan's military career and his high moral standing, the descendants of the family might not have had the opportunity to "mentor" Ruan Yuan's daughter.
But even though it is an "opportunity", not everyone wants it.
At that time, Chong Xuanzun was sitting lazily on the stone steps, with his left hand on his left knee, holding a volume of books, and hanging it gently. I could hear the gossip between my father and my grandfather. He put his right elbow on his right knee, supported his sharp chin, and looked at the sky in the distance.
Hearing this sentence suddenly, he just twitched the corner of his mouth and chuckled: "Ruan Jianzheng can't teach well. I guess he is hopelessly stupid. My grandson, it is better not to waste your efforts in vain."
Chongxuan Mingguang's hand became even slower...
Although he often thinks a little simplistically, he is not a fool. Especially in the past sixty years of life, I have been taught almost all by the old man, and I am still very proficient in the art of observing words and emotions.
The atmosphere right now is very dangerous...
The old man didn't show any expression, he just said lightly: "The rules handed down from our ancestors. Even if our descendants are more promising, they should respect them."
"Grandpa." Zhong Xuanzun withdrew his gaze, moved his elbows that were resting on his knees, and turned the book around in his left hand.
He smiled in the sunshine: "Actually, I have never quite understood, what are the rules?"
"Rules are a tool for drawing circles. Rules are a tool for drawing squares. How can these two tools become 'rules' that must be followed by everyone?"
"Who made the rules? Does that person have to be right? Do his rules really draw circles, and do his moments really draw squares?"
"The geniuses of all generations have passed away! Each generation has its own style, and each generation has its own rules."
"As long as I am strong enough, I am stronger than anything else. One day I can also say..."
He held the book in his left hand, drew a circle in the air, and said with a smile: "This is the square."
The courtyard in Bowanghou Mansion was not very quiet at this time.
Those who served had children, those who walked around still walked around, those who pruned flowers and grass, still pruned flowers and grass, in short, they all had their own things, and they didn't seem to hear what the master was saying.
But the atmosphere finally became somewhat solid.
Chongxuan Yunbo spent his life as a soldier and gained great prestige in the military. Even the military god Jiang Mengxiong had to respect him a bit.
Going forward, he supported the family, and going forward, he taught outstanding children. After Chongxuan Mingtu refused to lead the army, in order to regain the trust of Emperor Qi, he put on his old armor again, and with a body that was no longer in peak condition, he fought for the country and fought on the battlefield of Qi Xia.
Looking at the entire Qi country, there are not many people who can compare with his qualifications.
Within the Chongxuan family, he also sticks to his word. What is said is what is said.
But Chong Xuanzun was obviously too opinionated.
As a responsible and responsible father, as well as a smart and filial son, Chongxuan Mingguang had dual identities. Naturally, he could not remain silent in this situation.
He must maintain the stability within the Chongxuan family, eliminate the atmosphere of conflict between the grandfather and grandson, and push the Chongxuan family towards a longer and brighter future, so that he can have more fun... I'm going too far.
Anyway, he has to step forward.
"Ahem." Zhongxuan Mingguang cleared his throat: "Let me say a few words about this..."
Mr. Chongxuan suddenly stood up from the recliner, almost causing Chongxuan Mingguang, who was sitting on the horse, to fall.
Staring at Chongxuan Mingguang, the old lion still looked majestic in his old age.
"Knead, pinch, pinch, I don't have any strength at all, pinch my ass! I want you to eat less? I have given birth to four sons, but you are the only one who is a loser!"
He just cursed, flicked his sleeves, and strode away angrily.
Zhongxuan Mingguang blinked his eyes, looked at the old man's back with some grievance, and then turned to look at his promising son.
Chong Xuanzun silently unfolded the book, stood it up, and covered his face.
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Knowing how precious this time is, no acquaintances or friends, including Zheng Shangming, came to disturb her. Even people like Yan Fu, who are particularly close to him, do not have to treat him every once in a while.
Jiang Wang devoted himself to practice until the sixth day after the Master's Ceremony.
That is the time to go to Dianjiangtai.
The general station is in the west of the city.
In the past, when going on an expedition, the commander would set up his formation at this point, hence the name.
Under the general stage, there is a huge school field.
All the elite troops of Qi State, including those that have perished, were reviewed here. That's why the place is in a state of intense slaughter and the evil spirit of the army cannot be dissipated at all.
Standing on the stage and looking out, you can completely imagine the scene of soldiers arraying and flags flying in the sky. The strong aura of military evil can also easily make people feel the atmosphere of the battlefield.
Jiang Wang had been on the battlefield, so he would not feel uncomfortable in this place.
As for Ji Zhaonan of the Silver Armor Frost Spear, he is like a fish in water here, very natural.
In comparison, Chong Xuanzun, who is fluttering in white, seems to be unfit here, but in fact he is not awkward at all. On the contrary, there is a sense of calmness in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The shape of this platform is very simple. It can be said that it is just an uncovered high platform without even a fence.
Only the various sword marks, knife marks, and gun marks on the stage are profound - it is said that many famous generals from Qi State have performed martial arts on this stage, so these marks are left behind.
As the years pass, time wears away all charm.
However, the direction, intensity, and subtleties of these traces left at that time can be slightly restored based on one's own understanding.
Jiang Wang, Ji Zhaonan, and Chong Xuanzun really had nothing to talk about among themselves. Not even together.
They simply took their sides on the stage, admiring the imprints, and tried to restore the scenes of famous generals performing martial arts in their minds.
When the court official Yi Xingchen came over after the court meeting, he saw such a scene——
Three people stand with their backs to each other in a triangle.
Ji Zhaonan stood upright, staring at the ground. The spear named Shaohua in his hand trembled slightly. There was no sound or strong wind. He seemed to be fighting with those famous generals in his mind.
Chongxuan Zun stood with his hands behind his back, looking attentively.
There is also the ginger green sheep, squatting on the ground, feeling the traces of martial arts with his fingertips like an old farmer checking the soil.
