"Don't panic, don't die, the game will still be there."
Xin Zhuo was silent for a long time, smiled, and asked again: "When did Su Miaojin leave?"
"Oh! Thanks to Miss Su."
Han Qiniang's big eyes were bright, and her face was full of admiration: "Miss Su took care of the head master for eighteen days without covering her body, and she took care of her with great care. She just came down the mountain, and she left a note before leaving."
"If you are told to study more, that means being meticulous and meticulous."
Murong Xiu corrected Han Qiniang's wrong wording, took out the note on the side and handed it to Xin Zhuo, saying with emotion: "Who could have thought that Su Miaojin would be so powerful? And she would repay evil with kindness. She is indeed a lady of our country, with an extraordinary background, how can she be that insidious one? Comparable to the vicious nun princess?"
She completely forgot who instigated the boss to kill her in the first place.
Xin Zhuo coughed violently for a while, then took the note and saw only a row of beautiful small words on it: "The meridians are broken and there is nothing I can do. I hope you will cherish it and see you again when we have the opportunity!"
It doesn’t mean much, and it doesn’t even mention the three favors promised in advance, it’s just...
This kind of kindness is really unrequited, and even makes people ashamed of what they did in the first place.
"Help me up! Come down the mountain and give me a lift!"
Xin Zhuo coughed hard a few more times and sat up with difficulty.
"Master, your body..."
Cui Ying'er wanted to refuse sternly, but seeing Xin Zhuo's expression of no rebuttal, she had no choice but to sigh and help him up.
With Huang Dagui carrying Xin Zhuo on his back, the group hurried down the mountain.
When we arrived at the foot of the mountain, the morning light was rising, and the sky and earth were all gray. The magnificent carriage on the official road, surrounded by dozens of Nanli veterans, slowly drove away.
Xin Zhuo stubbornly got off Huang Dagui, staggered towards the carriage, and bowed seriously.
The carriage seemed to be aware of it and slowed down slightly. The curtain opened a corner, revealing a pretty face with a smile on the corner of the mouth, which was warm and sincere.
The carriage gradually moved away until it disappeared at the end of the official road with the yellowing mountain scenery in the morning light.
"Ahem..."
Xin Zhuo coughed violently until his face turned red and then turned white.
"The boss!"
Everyone quickly picked him up and hurried back to Fulong Village.
As soon as they entered the village, a group of people couldn't help but be startled and quickly blocked Xin Zhuo behind them.
There were only twenty people standing in the courtyard, all dressed in Qiugong Pavilion Confucian uniforms. They were Bai Xuanji, He Liansheng, Li Xiyue, Feng Sanbao and other students from Quanyi Kuishe.
Seeing everyone coming back, a group of students immediately bowed and saluted: "Master Xin! How are you doing?"
"Ahem...it's just useless...ahem..."
Xin Zhuo coughed again and looked weakly at the group of people, "Is something wrong?"
Bai Xuanji stepped forward worriedly and hesitated for a moment: "I have two things to do. One is to formally give Master Xiu..."
"Shuxiu" is a gift for formal apprenticeship. Although they have followed Xin Zhuo for a short time, they have benefited a lot from both "Tao Te Ching" and "Sun Tzu's Art of War". Xin Fuzi can definitely bear the word "teacher".
As he spoke, four students behind him were already carrying a large box and placing it aside.
"Secondly..." He Liansheng bowed and said, "We are here to bid farewell to Master Xin."
"You...are you all going to leave?" Xin Zhuo asked in surprise.
He Liansheng said with a heavy expression: "There is news from the capital that His Majesty is seriously ill. The masters said that things are over here. Qiugong Pavilion, including Shuiyue An, will all go to the capital in the next few days. Qiugong Pavilion will be merged into Qiu Shan Academy, Shui Yue'an The nunnery was merged into the Dafo Nunnery.
By then, I will wait for the third-year students to join the court as officials or join the army as generals, and the new students will go to Qiushui Academy to study, so..."
"Get pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"
Regardless of the objections of Cui Ying'er and others, Xin Zhuo struggled down. Although his meridians were severed and his body was extremely weak, he could barely move his limbs.
Murong Xiu and Han Qiniang didn't know why, so they quickly moved tables and chairs and took out pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
Under the curious eyes of all the students and bandits, Xin Zhuo sat down with difficulty, coughed heavily for a while, dipped his brush in ink, and wrote quickly.
Bai Xuanji and others were puzzled and subconsciously moved closer to take a look. After this look, they could no longer move their eyes. They looked nervous, excited, and excited at the same time.
What was on the paper was the remaining volume of "Sun Tzu's Art of War".
"Ahem..."
Xin Zhuo coughed again, and the cough was heart-stopping.
"Master, you can't write anymore! Your body..." Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang stopped her immediately.
Bai Xuanji and others also wanted to stop him, but they had expectations and didn't know what to do.
Xin Zhuo pushed Cui Ying'er away with all his strength, ignored them, and continued writing furiously.
One page, two pages, three pages...
One hour, two hours...
By dusk, nearly a hundred pages had been written, the brush was frayed three times, the ink was almost finished, and Xin Zhuo's face was frighteningly white.
Cui Ying'er's group and all the students in Yikui House stayed with him for almost a day.
At this moment, the remaining contents of the "Tao Te Ching" and the remaining contents of "Sun Tzu's Art of War", including the entire "Thirty-Six Strategies", as long as they are still remembered, have been written down.
"puff--"
Xin Zhuo wrote the last word, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the thick folded paper red. Although it did not affect the viewing, it was extremely eye-catching and desolate.
"The boss!"
"Master!"
People in the courtyard rushed forward.
Xin Zhuo waved his hand to stop him and looked at the twenty members of Yikuishe: "In addition, "Thirty-Six Stratagems" and three articles on the art of war, you can copy and read each other, and understand carefully, it will be enough for you in the future. Anyone who is superior to others can be the superior, no matter whether he governs the world, marches to fight, or gallops on the battlefield, it is no problem at all.
Ahem, cough, cough... This is my life's work. I only pass it on to you twenty people. It has nothing to do with Qiugong Pavilion. Ahem, you are not allowed to pass on the twenty-one person. After remembering it, destroy the original manuscript. Can you do it? ? "
"Follow the teachings!"
Everyone looked at the man in front of them who was extremely weak, but suddenly exuded an incomparably powerful aura. Their hearts were not only awe-inspiring but also moved.
The urgent letter for serious illness, entrusted with the three classics that can cure the world, the dazzling blood that cannot be washed away from the original text, all affects their nerves.
Master Xin’s talent is unparalleled and unparalleled!
Unforgettable in this life!
The sentient beings saluted again, their eyes already red.
"Okay, okay, poof -"
Xin Zhuo spurted out a mouthful of old blood again, then fell on his back and fainted.
"Master!"
The expressions of all the members changed and they stepped forward again.
At this moment, dull bells sounded from the east and west directions at the same time, one after another, non-stop.
A group of students subconsciously stopped and listened, their expressions changing dramatically.
"I'm afraid the news will come that His Majesty has passed away!"
He Liansheng's face turned extremely ugly. He immediately picked up the blood-stained manuscript respectfully, looked at the fainting Xin Zhuo, and said to Cui Ying'er and the others: "I'm about to leave. I don't dare to forget Master's teachings. You guys take good care of Master." !”
…
All the sentient beings have left.
The bells continued to ring in the distance.
Xin Zhuo, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and immediately called out to Wangyuejing.
That's right, even if his meridians are temporarily cut off and he can't use his martial arts, Wang Yuejing can still use it.
Looking at the "xxxx" medical skills in the well, and the debts of the twenty students soaring to fifty to one hundred, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he murmured:
"As the dog said, the seed has been planted. If I dare to kill the emperor, I, Xin Zhuo, will definitely kill Shuiyue Temple and Qiugong Pavilion in my lifetime, and sacrifice the world's warriors as their souls. And you, this bullshit Zhou Jiangshan, please tell me some truth!"
