In the early morning, the first ray of sunshine shines on the Lanxian Pavilion courtyard.
Master Xing had already walked into the hall carrying a small basket and wearing a decent Confucian shirt.
He is a member of the Ministry of Rites, Wailang, and a priest of the "Guoziyuan", the emperor's royal academy. He is a fourth-rank official, highly respected and knowledgeable.
He and his colleagues were invited into the Jiang family to educate the two descendants of the Jiang family for seven days. He chose the eldest son who had returned home from exile. Money was the second most important thing. Teaching people from waste to become talents and achieving temporary fame was the most important.
Although the prince did not agree with him these past seven days, he felt that with his talents and learning, he would eventually influence this scoundrel.
After entering the main hall, the prince was sitting upright and waiting. Satisfied, he sat down under the bookcase, took out the book and started to explain. Then he glanced at the prince, who still ignored him and seemed to be writing something, as usual. .
Master Xing shook his head and explained the scriptures from the shallower to the deeper.
After a while, the prince took out two letters and handed them to the maid not far away. The maid hurried out and he suddenly looked over: "I want to ask you a question, sir!"
Come and try it quickly. 】
Master Xing put down the book with a solemn face, thinking that the opportunity had come, stroking his beard and smiling slightly: "Your Majesty, please ask!"
Xin Zhuo thought about it: "If I have a grudge against two people and I want to write to them, how should I write it?"
"Have you ever thought about why the prince has enmity with two people? The enmity with one person may be due to that person's fault. If he has enmity with two people, is it because the prince also has something wrong?"
Master Xing took the matter seriously, and his thinking was no longer directed at the issue of the crown prince itself.
Xin Zhuo laughed and said: "One day these two people got sick and splashed shit all over me. Is it also my fault?"
"Well..." Master Xing was silent for a moment and continued to stroke his beard: "I think that although this matter is offensive and indeed a bit bad, but if the prince is generous, turns the hostility into friendship, repays the grudge with kindness, and makes the two of them feel grateful, wouldn't it be more Can it reflect the demeanor of a superior person and spread a good reputation for a while?"
Xin Zhuo said: "First of all, I don't want a good reputation, and secondly, they won't be grateful!"
Master Xing frowned: "I'm just curious, why did those two people splash the prince's dirty things all over him?"
Xin Zhuo said: "I told you, they are crazy!"
Master Xing sighed: "Why can't the prince not care about mediocrity, keep himself clean, and be arrogant in the world?"
Xin Zhuo said: "I can't do it, I want to fuck them!"
Master Xing frowned and his thoughts were a little confused: "When will the enemy retaliate? If the enemy avenges the enemy, won't there be more and more enemies in the future, which will be detrimental to oneself?"
Xin Zhuo waved his hand nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, the strong are always alone!"
"Strong man..." Master Xing looked him up and down, "I still think this is not allowed..."
Xin Zhuo interrupted: "Sir, you might as well think about it from another angle. If I don't relieve my anger, I will feel depressed and do irrational things. If I am irrational, the Jiang family will not be peaceful. The Jiang family will not be peaceful. Maybe the thirty people on the border The Qin army in Wanxi was also uneasy.
Then it caused a tremor in the court. When the court was shaken, the Great Zhou Dynasty was also in chaos. The chaos in the Great Zhou Dynasty would cause unrest in all the countries in the four directions, and there might be a war! In the end, the entire world rioted, causing the universe to explode, destroying humanity, and turning it into nothingness! "
"Ah this..." Master Xing's body trembled and his eyes widened.
Xin Zhuo concluded: "It is said that a cook who does not want to be a tailor is not a good soldier. Don't you understand the truth?"
Master Xing stroked his beard very quickly: "I have to stroke it!"
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The midday sun shines on the huge Buddha statue in the Great Buddha Temple, exuding a golden aftertaste, as if the entire Buddhist Temple is shrouded in sacred Buddha light.
In the secluded side hall, the old Soul Slayer Master slowly opened the letter. Furukawa Muha's old eyes widened a little, and he saw a line of words written on it:
"Ling-destroying old bald donkey, look at the sword! I knew you were having an affair with Dongfang Old Ghost. You two have a strong love for each other, and everyone knows it! Did Dongfang Old Ghost say that to you: Dear Master, just obey Is this my father?"
The old hand was shaking rapidly. She had not been angry for a long time, but her disciple was arrested, and now the other party sent such a vulgar letter. The Clay Bodhisattva still has three points of fire nature.
He couldn't help but threw it aside: "Ignorant child! How can I spare you!"
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Qiufeng Academy has nearly a hundred pavilions and pavilions, which have an antique charm, but today the students in broad robes and Confucian shirts are walking around in a hurry, seeming to have something on their mind.
In a remote pavilion, sitting cross-legged behind a bookcase, Mr. Dongfang, wearing a washed white robe, silver hair, and boring old hands, looked like a country farmer. At this moment, he also opened the letter:
"Old ghost from the East, a brilliant man! Old thief with a green beard! You will return under the Nine Springs soon. How can you see your ancestors? You are narrow-minded, and you are in vain to be a master. You pretend to teach, but you have no capacity for others, and you are shameless. How dare you pretend to be a master in front of me because you don’t know how to hide yourself and shrink your head, just trying to get food and clothing. Now I will capture your disciples, women will take turns, and men will be abolished. From now on, I will shave your beard and hair, and let the world see that you are such an old man. The ugly face of a common man!"
Mr. Dongfang put down the letter, his face still had a look of indifference, but his right hand was slightly shaking unnoticeably.
"Master, what's the matter?"
Two people were sitting below.
There is a 20-year-old female member with a young man's bun and a dashing appearance, and a male member who is majestic and tall.
Mu Qing'er and Linghu Yi are third-year students of Qiufeng Academy. Among the three thousand students in the academy, they are ranked among the top ten. They became disciples of Mr. Dongfang half a year ago. They are both extremely talented people.
Mr. Dongfang handed over the letter: "As you just guessed!"
Mu Qing'er took it, glanced at it casually, and couldn't help but angrily yelled: "This eldest son of the Jiang family is so evil, do you really think that the Jiang family is omnipotent?"
Linghu Yi also frowned and said in a deep voice: "At the feet of the emperor, there is a powerful place in the capital. This Prince Jiang has no laws and must be beaten! This letter is full of vulgarity and the meaning of the words is messy. It is the words of a child in the market. Sir, Please take it seriously!"
Mr. Dongfang smiled slightly and said with an indifferent expression: "It doesn't matter, he just fell behind. I think highly of him!"
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"I got a bad grade, but I'm happy! It's worth a thousand dollars to be happy! I wonder if Mr. Xing has ever been happy?"
In "Lanxian Pavilion", Xin Zhuo curiously asked Mr. Xing who had turned pale.
"I'm not happy! That's the end of today's teaching!"
Master Xing threw down his sleeves angrily, stood up and left, but his figure looked a little more depressed.
"Sir, walk slowly!"
Xin Zhuo smiled and continued to play with the two small swords in his hands. They were the "born elite soldiers" of the young master of the Jiang family who were looking for Chan Yi to come.
Breaking through to the Little Grand Master realm was about making "Elite Soldiers of Destiny", but he had no clue at all. He looked at the two girls Ying Jianying and Sai Qingzhu opposite who were in a daze: "How are things like Elite Soldiers of Destiny made?"
Ying Jianying cupped her fists and said, "It depends on what kind of materials the prince needs, how much zhenqi and how much strength he needs to refine them properly!"
Xin Zhuo thought for a while and said: "If it is Shinto Zhenqi, any type of condensed weapons can be used?"
Sai Qingzhu's hole shrank and his body became a little stiff.
Ying Jianying frowned and said: "The true energy of the Shinto seems to be able to seize thousands of soldiers in the world, but... the prince said that any number of soldiers can be condensed, which is unrealistic.
A warrior's habits of mind and weapons will leave their mark on the upper, middle and lower dantian palaces, and they will be transferred from Yuanchen Palace as if they were born. That's why there are sword cultivators, sword cultivators, spear cultivators and so on in the world.
There are rules in the world. One person cannot do everything in condensing weapons. If a sword cultivator turns to sword cultivator, he will probably waste a long time and his martial arts realm will stagnate! "
Xin Zhuo frowned, his thoughts were changing all the time. Although the weapon he was currently using was a gun, it didn't seem to have a fixed form of condensing weapons. It seemed that all kinds of weapons in the world could be used.
Am I a monster?
