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A scholar with a head full of stars and frost brought a green-robed youth out of the school and to the archway. The most knowledgeable teacher in the town looked a little haggard. He pointed to a plaque above his head and said, "If you refuse to accept my kindness, how can you explain these four words?"

He looked up and said without hesitation, "Our Confucian school uses benevolent characters to teach our teachers. The four characters on the board are taken from 'The King shall not let the Master', which means that we, the scholars, should respect our teachers and teachers, but do not be modest in front of the righteousness and morality of the people."

Mr. Qi asked, "You don't have to be modest? So what if it's changed to 'can't'? "

The monk interrupted the teenager, "Strange? Why is it strange? You've grown up here since you were young, and you've never stepped out of the house. There's no comparison, so why do you say that? "

Zhao Yu said in a deep voice, "I have long since memorized the contents of those books of yours. The peach blossoms in Peach Blossom Lane are very different from the descriptions in the poems written on the books. Also, if you are teaching, why do you only teach three books, especially when you can read? What should we read after learning? Reading, and what for? Why does the book 'do business'? What do you mean, "the emperor is the head of the farmhouse", and "the son of the emperor"? What is' the son of heaven weighs on the heroes, and the article is taught to you '? "There were two kiln supervisors in succession. Although they never discussed matters of the court, the capital, or the world with others, but …"

The Confucian Scholar happily smiled and said, "That's enough. There's no point in speaking any further."

Zhao Yu immediately stopped talking.

Qi Jingchun called himself the Confucian scholar quietly said: "Zhao Yu, you need to be careful of your words in the future, and remember that disaster always comes from the mouth, so most Confucian sages keep their mouths shut. The gentleman above the sage speaks cautiously, like a bow, lest there be a flaw. As for saints, like the masters of the 72 academies … These people were just like the Taoists, Taoists, and the golden men of the buddhist faith. Their words were true, and their words were just as they were. This group of people and the experts from the hundreds of families, after reaching this realm, they were generally referred to as Earth Gods. It could be said that they stepped into this realm with one foot. However, all of these people are as powerful as dragons. Some of them are high up in the sky, like the idols in the temple. They are unreachable, and some are even so elusive that ordinary people can't find them. "

Zhao Yu listened in a daze, as if he was in the clouds.

Zhao Yu couldn't help but ask, "Mister, why are you saying these things today?"

The monk laughed: "You have a teacher, so naturally I have one too." And my husband. In short, I had thought that I would still be able to live for a few more decades. However, I suddenly realized that there were some people behind this and that they were not willing to wait any longer. So I can't take you out of town this time. You need to walk out yourself. Some harmless truths should be revealed to you. Just think of it as a story. "I just hope that you understand that no matter how 'blessed and blessed you are' by nature, you cannot become complacent and slack in front of others."

When the well water dropped, the locust leaves would leave the branches as a sign.

Qi Jingchun, a scholar, reminded him, "Zhao Yu, do you remember the locust leaf that I told you to keep?"

The young man nodded his head vigorously, "Put it together with the seal that Teacher gave you."

"Where in the world is the leaf so fresh and tender when it leaves the branch? Of the thousands of people in the town, there are only a handful who have received such blessings. We can always play around with the locust leaves and perhaps, there will be another lucky chance in the future. "

"In addition, all these years, I have been letting you do good deeds and forge good karma in this small town. No matter who you are, you must treat them with respect and with sincerity, and in the future, you will slowly understand the mystery behind this.

The youth noticed that there was a yellow bird resting on the stone beam. It would bounce and chirp occasionally.

The Confucian Scholar placed his hands behind his back and raised his head to look at the yellow bird with a solemn expression.

The youth didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

Qi Jingchun, the scholar, suddenly turned to look in the direction of Mud Bottle Lane, his brow furrowing even more.

The Confucian Scholar lightly sighed and said, "The hibernating insects will gradually hear the spring sounds and emerge from the ground. Just as a guest, sneaking around under the master's nose and doing such a devious trick, wasn't he being a little too conceited? Do you really think that you can do whatever you want here by relying on your own small bowl of water? "

"Sir?"

The Confucian Scholar waved his hand, indicating that this matter had nothing to do with the youth and only brought him to the last board.

As if suddenly hearing the sound of spring thunder, the teenager Zhao Yu stopped in his tracks all of a sudden, his eyes glazed over.

Not far away, there was a black-clothed young lady wearing a veil over her face. Her figure was well-proportioned, neither slim nor plump, and a snow-white sword with a scabbard hung around her waist along with a green scabbard and a narrow blade. She stood under the 'Qi Dashing Bull' sign with her arms crossed over her chest, and raised her head.

The monk was amused and coughed softly.

The youngster was dumbfounded. He didn't understand the teacher's' do not look 'reminder at all.

The Confucian Scholar smiled in his heart and did not utter a single word. Instead, he began to cough, no longer letting the youth by his side foolishly stare at the girl.

The young girl seemed to not have noticed the youth's gaze from beginning to end.

She seemed to especially appreciate the four big words, "Rushing Bull". Compared to the other three stately and solemn signboards, this signboard was written in the style of its own. It seemed to be filled with an aura of recklessness.

She likes it!

The young man suddenly woke up from his stupor. It turned out to be Mister patting him on the shoulder. He smiled and said, "Zhao Yu, it's time for you to go back to the school and carry your things home."

The youth's face was flushed red as he lowered his head and followed his teacher back to the school.

Only then did the young girl slowly loosen her grip on the saber hilt.

In the distance, the scholar joked, "Zhao Yu, Zhao Yu, I saved your life."

The youth said in shock, "Teacher?"

The Confucian Scholar hesitated for a moment, then said with a serious expression, "When you see her in the future, you must take a detour."

The cultured and refined scholar dressed in green clothes was somewhat surprised and also somewhat disappointed. "Teacher, why is this so?"

Qi Jingchun thought for a moment and said, "She is extremely sharp, she is destined to be a sheathless sword."

The youth wanted to say something but hesitated.

The middle-aged monk laughed and said, "Of course, if you just like people secretly, there's no way that Daofather Buddha can stop you. Even our greatest teacher, the one with the highest authority, only warned us not to speak, look, listen and move, never said a word of rudeness and nothing thought of it. "

At this moment, the youth suddenly seemed to be possessed by a ghost and loudly blurted out, "She smells very good!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the youth was stunned.

The scholar felt a slight headache, not because he was angry, but because the situation was rather tricky. He said in a deep voice, "Zhao You, turn around!"

The youth subconsciously turned his back to his teacher.

On the ground floor of the memorial archway, the girl turned her head, her killing intent soaring to the heavens.

First, her hands hung down, her thumbs resting on the hilt of her sword and the hilt of her knife.

She then started to run with small steps, after four or five steps, her hands and feet suddenly exerted force, the snow-white sword sheath's three feet long sword, the dark green sword sheath's thin and long blade, took the lead to pull out the sheath, moving towards the front diagonally. At the same time, her figure shot up, her hands quickly grabbed the sword, and without saying a word, she chopped down head first!

Between the girl in black and the pair in the town, the two arms that weren't thick and sturdy stretched out, bursting out with two bright crescent moons.

This was not a divine ability, nor was it an magical technique.

It was simply a quick word!

The Confucian Scholar's expression was leisurely and had no intention of dodging. He only lightly stomped his feet.

A ripple burst out.

In the next moment, the young girl's body tensed up and her killing intent intensified.

Not only did the originally unstoppable blade and sword miss nothing, she was now standing in the same place as when she had unsheathed her sword.

The Confucian Scholar smiled and said, "That's right, even lions fight rabbits with all their might. "However, having said that, this disciple of mine has indeed offended you. However, the punishment should not be death, no?"

The girl deliberately made her voice sound mature and dull. She slowly put the sword back into its sheath and took on the posture of holding a saber with one hand. She pointed the tip of the blade at the scholar. "Why do you 'feel' that this is your problem. I don't care."

The young girl took a step forward, "What I do is my business. Of course, you can. "Look!"

He fiercely charged forward.

The ground she stepped on immediately caved in, creating two small holes.

With one hand behind his back, the scholar placed his other hand in front of his chest and smiled, "Only speed cannot break a warrior's martial arts. It was a pity that even though this region of the world was on the verge of collapse, as long as ten Earth Gods joined hands to break through the formation before that, they would only be an ant trying to shake a large tree. What about you?

The next moment, the girl appeared about ten steps away from the scholar.

She thought for a moment, then closed her eyes.

The Confucian Scholar shook his head and laughed, "This is not what you think it is. This world is similar to the Buddhist dimension. Here, I am …"

"Huh?"

He suddenly exclaimed in surprise and stopped talking. In a flash, he arrived beside the young girl and probed what happened. His two fingers gently held onto the tip of the blade.

He asked, "Who taught you saber arts and sword arts?"

The young girl did not open her eyes. Her left hand gripped the sword hilt that had just returned to its sheath. A streak of cold light swept across the monk's waist, attempting to cut it in half.

The Confucian Scholar with two fingers on the tip of his blade lightly shouted, "Retreat!"

Dust flew into the air as the ground rumbled. A moment later, the figure of a young girl wearing a hat appeared. She stood with her feet firmly planted on the ground. A ravine appeared in front of her, as if it had been plowed.

The young girl's hands were badly mutilated.

The blade was unsheathed and the sword was unsheathed, but she had fallen to the point of being snatched away by an empty-handed person.

Furthermore, she was well aware that the enemy had always been suppressing his strength and cultivation level to the same realm as her, in addition to the 'structure' of this world.

This technique was inferior to his opponent's.

It was not because his cultivation was lacking.

She seemed to be on the verge of going berserk.

It was likely that the young girl herself did not realize that the light around her had become distorted.

In the end, this school teacher was the most reasonable person. He kindly advised, "For the time being, it's best if you don't compare yourself with me. It might hinder your mind on the path of martial arts. "To ascend to the peak of martial dao is of utmost importance, step by step."

At this moment, his appearance was somewhat strange. He held the sword's tip in one hand and the sword's body in the other.

He suddenly started laughing and imitated the young girl's tone. "Are you going to listen or not? It's your freedom. If you aren't going to talk, it's my business."

The girl was silent for a moment before she said in a low voice: "Yes!"

The Confucian Scholar smiled and nodded his head. He was not a domineering and arrogant girl. This was good. He gently tossed the blade to the girl and said, "I'll return it to you first."

He lowered his head to look at the sword at the tip of his fingers, slightly trembling.

The voice of the young phoenix was as clear as the old phoenix.

The scholar said with regret, "The quality of this sword is not bad, but it is still far from the top. As a result, it can only bear the weight of two words at most, and that's barely enough. Otherwise, with your aptitude and Innate Ability, not only would you not take all four of these words, you would definitely have more than enough …"

As he sighed, he raised his hand and shouted, "Giddy!"

Two dazzling lights flew out from the "Qi Rush Into the Bull" plaque.

The Confucian Scholar flicked his sleeve and patted it twice, sending it flying into the sword.

On the plaque, the word "Qi" and "Niu" were written in calligraphy, but the momentum was still there.

The two words "charge" and "fight" were like those of an old man on his sickly bed. After the last rays of light faded away, he had finally completely lost his spirit.

The scholar carelessly flicked his wrist, and in the blink of an eye, the long sword returned to its owner's sheath. Because it was returned to its sheath, for the time being no one knew.

The next scene shocked even Qi Jingchun, who had experienced many vicissitudes of life.

The young girl slowly removed her sword scabbard and casually threw it, slanting the nail into the dirt. After the veil fell, her eyes were firm and she said, "This is not the path of the sword that I pursue."

The Confucian Scholar glanced at the sword that the girl had abandoned. Deep in his heart, he felt a heaviness that he had not felt in a long time. He could not help but ask a question that had lost his identity, "Do you know who I am?"

The girl nodded, then shook her head, "I heard that every sixty years, there would be a Saint from the Three Churches who would come here to manage the operation of the great formation. It's been thousands of years since then, and from time to time, when someone goes out from here, they either have some treasure or their cultivation will increase by leaps and bounds. When I saw you, I was already certain of your identity. Otherwise, if I had acted then, I wouldn't have been so direct. "

Qi Jingchun asked again, "Then do you know what you just gave up?"

The young girl remained silent.

The sword in the scabbard on the ground trembled incessantly, like a devastatingly beautiful woman wailing in grief, begging her lover to change his mind.

The young man had already secretly turned his head and carefully looked at the girl in the distance.

It was impossible for him to forcefully give the sword that contained a huge amount of Qi to the girl. In the end, he could only remind her, "Miss, you had better put away that sword. Next up, the town would be very different … It was peaceful. Having one more thing to protect yourself is a good thing after all. "

The young girl didn't say anything as she turned around and left.

He was still unwilling to bring the sword with him.

He waved his sleeve and stabbed the sword into the top of a memorial archway stone pillar. If someone forcefully pulled it out, it would definitely alarm the person sitting in the center, just like how the "teacher storytelling" had acted once or twice, both times not escaping the attention of this teacher in the distance.

He personally sent Zhao Yu all the way from the school to the Zhao Family Mansion on Fu Lu Street. Every time he took a step forward, some of the hidden places in the tall mansions on both sides of the street would flash and disappear in a flash.

Qi Jingchun whispered, "Strange, where did this little girl come from? Could it be that he is a disciple of an immortal family that is not from this continent? "

After he returned to the school, he sat down in front of the desk and placed a jade scroll about one foot two inches long. There were four mountains carved into the four corners of the table.

In accordance with the Confucianism system of etiquette, originally there was only one country, the Son of Heaven, who could control the Gui.

The significance of this town was evident.

Turning it over, there were only a few words engraved on the back of the jade scroll.

The handwriting was precise and unique.

The bones were extremely strong and the divine will was extremely long.

On the desk, there was a secret letter that had just arrived.

With reddened eyes, the scholar with white temples said, "Sir, this student is incompetent. I can only watch on helplessly as you are humiliated to this extent …"

The Confucian Scholar looked out the window, but there was not much sadness or joy, only a somewhat lonely expression.

— —

When Song took something out of the inner room and placed it on the table, Nanhua could not conceal the ecstasy on his face.

An unremarkable small pot, the bottom of the pot signed "Mountain Demon."

Song Jianfeng folded his hands on the table. He leaned forward and asked with a smile, "How much is this pot worth?"

With great difficulty, the young master of the Old Dragon City withdrew his gaze from the small pot. He raised his head and said honestly, "It's not even worth a single silver tael to be sold in the mortal empire. However, if I am to sell it, I will be able to buy a city. "

"Tens of thousands?"

Nanhua extended three fingers.

Song Jiancai made an 'oh' sound and pouted, "So it's three hundred thousand."

Nanhua gaped for a moment, then burst out laughing.

He had originally thought that Song Jufeng would talk about thirty thousand.

— —

On the other side of Apricot Flower Lane, a stiff man was squatting beside a locked well, staring at the chain that had been tied to the base of the cart.

It was like trying to figure out how to move it.

— —

The girl in black with a cold temperament was walking around the town aimlessly. At this moment, only her green scabbard and narrow blade were hanging in the air, and her hands were only tied up with a piece of cloth.

When she had just entered an unknown alley.

With a whoosh, something broke through the air and arrived. It then obediently stopped behind the girl, letting out a buzzing sound.

The girl frowned and without turning her head, a word came out from between her teeth, "Scram!"

Another swish.

The "flying sword" that had come out of its scabbard and was now flying back into its scabbard was truly frightened.

Proud girl.

A well-behaved flying sword.