The young prince's eyes were dull, as if he couldn't believe that his brother actually slapped him in front of everyone.
Suddenly filled with shame and anger, he threw away the guards and ran out of the temple.
Ji Yao ignored his younger brother, but turned to the fat old man. He knelt on the ground with a "pop" sound and said, "Forgive me, ancestors. Ji Yao has been spoiled by her mother since she was a child. She doesn't understand the rules and speaks nonsense. Go back to Beijing and report to your father, and you will be severely punished!"
The fat old man put the willow branch back into the vase, waved his hand to signal Ji to shake it up, and said slowly and calmly: "I'm just a child, it's okay to speak nonsense. Adults should not follow suit, otherwise there will be no place in the world."
There seems to be some implicit meaning.
"Thank you ancestor for not punishing me. Ji Yao will remember his teachings."
The fat old man stared at Zhang Jian who was in a daze and said, "Mr. Fourth, is there something on your mind?"
Zhang Jian came back to his senses and said: "No, I just saw the clouds gathering, and suddenly remembered that there were still some clothes confiscated in the school, so I took a step forward." After saying that, he ignored everyone's reaction and left the temple gate.
Mo Qijia and Song Qian hurriedly followed. Although they wanted to watch the excitement, they couldn't even get down the mountain without their husband.
Liang Lusheng also caught up with Zhang Jian and said with a sweet smile: "I'm going to visit your teacher's school. I have a lot to say to you."
Zhang Jian nodded.
When Prince Daqing was about to stop him, Xu Lai said, "Let the princess go. With Mr. Fourth here, I think there will be nothing wrong with the princess."
Prince Daqing was helpless. He had no choice but to let her go.
"cough"
The fat old man coughed lightly and said to Xu Lai: "Zuzhou is the hometown of the two emperors Wen and Wu and the two ancestors Chen and Li. It is also the former site of the Dayu Dynasty. Our Dayan Dynasty has never thought of getting involved here for hundreds of years. We have always let nature take its own course. Development, occasional help, now you Daqing not only use the holy statue to impose a ban, but also open a school palace here to teach cultivation, do you want to include this place in Daqing?"
Xu Lai suddenly felt as if there was a small drum beating in his chest, and he was holding the roll of paper in his hand, sweating slightly. The other person was the last emperor of Da Yan and one of the top martial arts people, but he represented the entire world at this moment. Da Qing, unable to weaken his voice, still said: "Senior, Zuzhou is also the hometown of Confucius and Yafuzi, so you won't do anything random."
This sentence shows that this ancestral continent is also the hometown of Da Qing and Confucianism, not your family's place.
The fat old man first looked at Xu Lai meaningfully, and then suddenly smiled: "It seems that this ancestral continent has been closed for so many years and is about to be revealed to the world. Then dig it out and see what you can find."
After saying that, he turned to Hong Feiluan and said: "Preach the news to the world, and the Northern Ancestor Holy Continent will be released. All parties can come and seek the immortal fate like Ancestor Wenwu and Chen Li."
Xu Lai exclaimed: "Senior!"
The fat old man said sarcastically: "What? Are you only allowed to find fortune in the Kaixue Palace here?"
Xu Lai said sincerely: "Before I left, my master once told me that it is not just one family that is the only one, but one that works together with the big family."
"Forget it, I don't like to eat alone. It's still a worldly thing. It's better for people in the world to conspire. Don't blame me, old man. I'm afraid of being scolded. Otherwise, if someone rebels again, my family's wealth cannot help it." After saying that, the fat old man turned around and went up the stairs.
Xu Lai rushed forward and wanted to say something more, but Hong Feiluan stepped in front of him and said, "His Majesty the Emperor is going to rest. Brother Xu, it is best not to disturb him anymore."
Xu Lai had no choice but to give up.
Everyone in Da Yan dispersed one by one when they saw that their ancestors had finalized the decision.
The Daqing people followed closely and walked out of the temple gate. They looked up and saw a clear blue sky, with half a cloud anywhere.
Prince Daqing said angrily: "That Zhang Laosi actually ran away after such a big event. Look at the sky. It doesn't look like it's going to rain!"
Xu Laixin straightened his robes and said casually, "Prince, why do you need to be angry? This matter has nothing to do with Mr. Fourth."
"But he is the fourth son of the Confucian sect after all!" the prince shouted angrily.
Xu Lai looked back at the third floor of Wenwu Temple and said calmly: "It won't be anymore soon."
The curtains in the temple are automatic when there is no wind.
…
Zhang Jian went all the way down the mountain and returned to the school. He found a book from the bookcase, then sat in front of the desk and read it quietly.
This made Mo Qijia and Song Qian confused. Weren't they just collecting clothes? Why were they reading a book?
Liang Lusheng walked in and out of the school but saw no one. She was a little bored and ran to Zhang Jian and said, "Sir, have you been teaching here all these years? It's too shabby. It's much worse than Xiaozhu Villa. Where are the students? Why are they missing? one person?"
Zhang Jian looked doting on his face and said softly: "Today is the autumn sun and there are no classes, so there is no one here."
"After the master left, the second master only read books all day, and no one taught me archery and calligraphy, so I went to Brother Fenglang's army. It was fun there." The girl held a brush in one hand and drew out of thin air.
Zhang Jian pretended to be angry and said: "Put down the pen, you little deer, you are still such a fool! The military camp is not a place to play! Besides, there are not many teachers in Nanxue Academy, how can we say that there are no teachers?"
The girl stuck out her tongue, put down the pen in her hand, and said in disgust: "Nan Xue is too noisy. Those people are surrounding me all day long. How can I have the time to study? The same goes for those teachers. Beware of the princess who talks a lot after being taught something! Princess, be careful! You won’t learn anything, it’s better to be at home in the army.”
Seeing that Zhang Jian was going to lecture as before, the girl rolled her eyes and said, "I met Uncle Gao before going out a few days ago."
Hearing the words "Uncle Gao", Zhang Jian was a little dazed. He seemed to be recalling some interesting things, and said with a smile: "Is he okay?"
The girl Liang Lusheng said: "It's very good. There are so many people who go to the Liyuan every day to watch Uncle Gao's play. They almost line up from Yongding Street to Changle Xianfang."
Zhang Jian lost his smile when he heard this and didn't know what he was thinking. He suddenly said to the girl who was still chattering: "Go with them to the village."
"Them?" Liang Lusheng turned to look at Mo Qijia Song Qian who was climbing on the door frame.
He turned around and sighed: "Forget it, I'd better go by myself and follow them. I'm afraid I'll accidentally kill them. Look at their looks."
"Don't talk nonsense. They are all good young people in the village. What are they doing to kill people?" Zhang Jian scolded.
Liang Lusheng realized that he had made a mistake, so he hurried out, fearing that Zhang Jian would preach again.
"Hey, princess, I know what's interesting!" Song Qian quickly chased Qianying.
Mo Qijia looked at Zhang Jian, then at the two people leaving, scratching his head anxiously.
Zhang Jiandao: "Go if you want to, don't mess around."
"Hey! Hello sir!" He chased after the two of them as if they were flying.
It was finally quiet.
Zhang Jian looked at the sky outside the window, thinking of what happened at the Wenwu Temple today, and couldn't help but said: "Brother, are you tired of waiting after all?"
At this time, footsteps sounded behind him. Zhang Jian thought it was Liang Lusheng and others leaving and returning, so he turned around and said, "Why..."
The voice paused.
It was a young man with a bulging belly, his eyes were red and he was standing at the door holding the corner of his clothes.
"How did you do this?" Zhang Jian asked, looking at the young man's bulging belly.
"I'm a little full from eating." The young man said truthfully.
"Then eat less from now on. Do you have anything to do with me?" Zhang Jian asked the young man to come in and sit down.
"Something's wrong."
"What's the matter?"
"I want to practice with you!"
"Why?"
"Sir, do you know that I am possessed of evil spirits?"
Zhang Jian was startled, then nodded.
"Do you know that the stone wall monkey demon is causing trouble?" Qin Xian continued to ask.
Zhang Jian still nodded.
"I want to kill it!"
There was a sudden silence in the room.
After a long time, Zhang Jian stood up and walked to the young man, patted his shoulder gently, took a deep breath, bent down slightly, stretched out his hand to hold the young man's shoulder, and said warmly: "Go back."
Qin Xian looked up at Zhang Jian: "Sir, why?"
Zhang Jian smiled bitterly and said: "I can't kill you, so how can I teach you to kill him?"
"I can practice until I surpass Mr. Xian before I kill him!" Qin Xian's eyes were full of perseverance.
"No! Confucianism teaches all sentient beings, benevolence and etiquette come first, but I know that you are practicing to kill people, and I still teach you? What kind of gentleman do you think you are!" Zhang Jian objected.
"Didn't Mr. teach me how to kill people?" Qin Xian's voice was not loud, but it resounded throughout the school.
Zhang Jian took a deep look at Qin Xian, turned back to the chair and sat down.
"Continue." Zhang Jian said solemnly.
"My teacher taught me that I should do my own thing by myself and not rely on others, so I killed Uncle Gu. Uncle Gu once said that the most dangerous thing in the world is people's words. Although I haven't read many books, I also know that people's words can be valuable. The word "fear" means that I am now known as ungrateful and unfilial as my maid, and I have two lives under my control. Now I have nothing to be afraid of, even if I dare to change the world!" Qin Xian said calmly.
"Listen to what you said, do you want to carry out the public opinion? Can you really do it? Do you know that your mother wants you to become a teacher, and such a person cannot be a teacher." There was no sadness in Zhang Jian's voice. happiness.
"Yes, I am worthy of the fact that they are the only ones..." Qin Xian said firmly, but what she did not say later was: only mother, An An.
Seeing that Zhang Jian stopped talking, Qin Xian said again: "Sir!"
"Um?"
"Which gentleman teaches killing?"
"..."
Zhang Jian was really surprised. What this kid meant was that I taught him to kill people no matter what the purpose was, but it was against Confucianism. If I can be a teacher, why can't he?
While Zhang Jian was horrified by the young man's remarks, he laughed angrily and said, "Are you saying I'm not worthy of being this gentleman?"
"I don't dare." Qin Xian replied.
"Didn't you say that there is nothing you dare not do now?" Zhang Jian's words were thorny.
"I don't mean to be afraid of difficulties, not to disrespect the elders." Qin Xian said seriously.
Zhang Jian pondered.
After a long time, he said: "I still don't want to accept you. Have you ever heard that the teachings are different and we don't want to conspire with each other?"
Qin Xian shook her head.
"What you said makes sense, and your mother also entrusted it to me. If you hadn't said what you said today, I would have looked for you to study in my school someday. But now, I have changed my mind. Not only can I not accept you, I will also tell the Confucian sect in the world that they cannot accept you, and even if you want to join another sect for practice, I will stop you!" Zhang Jian stared at Qin Xian's eyes, his expression solemn and as hard as iron.
After Qin Xian heard this, her lips trembled slightly: "Sir!"
"You can go and live in the back of the house. Warm clothes and good food are all you need. Dining and drinking are not suitable for you." Zhang Jian turned away and stopped looking at Qin Xian.
When Qin Xian heard this, she stopped talking and fell into a silence as deep as the night.
"Stab"
Qin Xian's clothes were torn by herself.
Zhang Jian was unmoved.
Qin Xian tightly grasped the piece of clothing that had been torn off by herself, clasped her fists at the gentleman who had his back turned to her and said, "Sir, take your leave."
The young man turned and left.
At this time, in this evening, the thunder of "bang", "bang" and "bang" shook the sky that was clear just now, as if the whole world was trembling.
