Sword of Coming

Leaving the narrow and dark Mud Bottle Alley, walking in the broad and bright Erlang Alley, the young man with smart eyebrows walked lightly, his big sleeves swayed, and in his hand was the couplet stolen from the wall of Mud Bottle Alley.

A tall man who was supposed to appear at the Supervisory Government Office was standing outside the door. He had been waiting for a long time. He closed his eyes and held his breath in concentration. After hearing the footsteps, he opened his eyes and saw the familiar yet unfamiliar young man and hurriedly He turned sideways, stood with his hands tied, and said respectfully: "Sir."

The young man hummed, handed the couplet to Wu Yuan, took out the key and opened the door. Just as he was about to cross the threshold, he suddenly took a step back and closed the two courtyard doors again.

Wu Yuan almost bumped into her husband's back. The parent officer of Longquan County quickly took a few steps back, a little surprised by his behavior.

The young man named Cui Cheng folded his sleeves and pursed his lips towards the two painted door gods. "Your father-in-law's ancestor is hanging here, majestic, right?"

This extremely awkward statement gave Wu Yuan a headache.

Although he didn't get along with his father-in-law, who held the title of Shangzhu Kingdom, he really hit it off with his unmarried daughter-in-law. They were a well-known couple in the capital, especially a handsome and unrestrained Han clan member. The scholar, who read poetry and books, rushed to the capital. He failed in the imperial examination, but won the heart of a beautiful woman. Although everyone was not optimistic about this marriage, he became the direct disciple of the Grand Master of Da Li in one fell swoop. So much so that His Majesty the Emperor was alarmed, and he ordered to summon Wu Yuan to Yangzhengzhai.

After that, the future father-in-law turned a blind eye to Wu Yuan and stopped threatening his daughter to break Wu Yuan's legs.

Cui Chen crossed the threshold and said casually: "I have been thinking about a question. Is there any chance that our Confucian vows of 'sincerely believe in clear principles, respect virtue and reward merit, and uphold the rule of the world' can be realized."

Wu Yuan asked softly: "Have you figured out the answer, sir?"

Cui Yi curled his lips and said, "It's difficult."

Wu Yuan was speechless.

Cui Chan asked with a smile: "Do you think it's nonsense to ask?"

Wu Yuan answered honestly: "Some."

It was probably a conversation between teachers and students. They were always so candid. Cui Chan was not angry. He just glanced sideways at Wu Yuan and said regretfully: "For many things in the world, the precious thing is not the result, but the process."

Wu Yuan plucked up the courage and asked, "Sir, can you give me an example?"

Cui Cheng led Wu Yuan to the large red lacquer table under the plaque in the main hall, and said: "For example, you and the daughter of Yuan Shangzhu's country are now in love, lingering, and happy for several days just holding hands, but when you wait One day you will finally marry her to the matchmaker, and after getting into bed and having a fight with the gods, you will soon feel disappointed, it turns out that's all it is."

Wu Yuan bared her teeth and couldn't answer the words.

Cui Yu motioned to Wu Yuan to find a seat and sit down. He continued to stand and looked up at the plaque and said, "But will you give up the opportunity to make love with the eldest lady of the Yuan family because of this boring result? Obviously not. Yes."

Cui Chang himself felt that this statement was not very popular, "Then let me put it another way. For example, in cultivation, ordinary Qi practitioners must aim to be in the middle five realms. Those with more geniuses will choose to go to the upper five realms. Another example is to be an official and have little ambition. If you want to be a top-notch person, it will be fine. If you have a big ambition, you want to be a prince of yellow and purple. And during the long mountaineering journey, many people will keep raising their heads and staring at the scenery at the top of the mountain. The trees around them are lush and the spring flowers are blooming under their feet. They are all looking at Those who cannot see it will not stop to appreciate it even if they see it, which is a waste of the saint’s sincere teachings. There is great beauty in heaven and earth without mentioning it.”

Wu Yuan fell into deep thought.

Cui Chan suddenly burst out laughing, "Do you even believe this nonsense? The most meaningless thing in the world is truth."

Wu Yuan said helplessly: "In the past, I would not have thought deeply about this issue, but this time my husband changed his 'outfit' when he left the country, and then he came to this town to meet his old friends inexplicably. The student is really worried I can’t eat it for sure.”

After Cui Chan laughed, he lazily leaned back on the large chair, "Having said that, these great principles are not all nonsense. Although I emphasize work over knowledge, it does not mean that knowledge does not need to be treated with care. , To put it most honestly, ordinary people are not qualified to talk about talent or not if they don’t work hard and exert all their efforts to accomplish something.”

Cui Han tapped the handle of the chair with one finger, his face was calm and calm, and he smiled: "Only those who work hard will have desperate thoughts about truly talented people. At that time, they will wake up and stay." With tears I told myself that I was really not as good as that genius."

Wu Yuan smiled and said: "In Go, all the national players in Dongbaopingzhou and Qi Daizhao must have this mentality when facing Sir."

Cui Chen twitched his lips, "But when it comes to some things, even geniuses like me, sir, will look at certain people in the same way."

Wu Yuan shook his head and said, "The students don't believe it!"

Cui Zhang stretched out his finger, tapped the righteous supervisor, and said with a smile: "Master Xiao Wu, this provoking method is used poorly."

Wu Yuan laughed loudly, cupped his fists and bowed, begging for mercy: "Sir, your eyes are as bright as a torch."

From the corner of Wu Yuan's eyes, a dull boy with crystal-clear skin passed by from time to time. He was dull and dull, with empty eyes. He was sitting on a small bench next to the patio not far away. He put his hands gently on his knees and raised his head slightly. , the posture is like sitting in a well and looking at the sky.

In fact, Wu Yuan felt uncomfortable when she saw him when she entered the room just now, but since the husband didn't want to take the initiative to speak, it was hard for him to ask anything.

Wu Yuan looked at the Spring Festival couplets on the table, took one back and looked at it carefully, then raised her head and asked, "Sir, who wrote this couplet? This person is very interesting."

Cui Yi yawned and changed to a more lazy and comfortable posture and huddled in the chair, "For the time being, it will still be called Song Jixin, but it is estimated that in a few years, it will be changed back to the one that was crossed out in the Zongren Mansion file. Old name, Song Mu."

Wu Yuan immediately felt that this fluttering couplet was very hot.

He couldn't help but ask: "What do you want with these Spring Festival couplets, sir?"

Cui Chan said with a smile: "I'll give your precious senior brother some experience, so he won't always say that I rely on my age to be able to write better than him. Now it's better. This couplet was written by his fellow brother. I I don’t believe what excuses he can find.”

Wu Yuan thought for a while, held back her smile, and said softly: "For example, Song Jixin was in the countryside and had nothing to do all day long. He only focused on practicing calligraphy. So diligence can make up for his laziness, so his handwriting will be better?"

Cui Yi looked surprised, "Is this okay?"

Wu Yuan smiled and nodded, "Senior Brother, I can do it."

Cui Chan shook his head and said: "I have said a thousand words and ten thousand, but the beatings are still too few. The rules are always followed by sticks."

Wu Yuan put the Spring Festival couplets back on the table and said casually: "Sir, your husband must have very strict rules."

Wu Yuan never knew where his husband learned from, and he didn't even know the general cultural context. I'm afraid there are only a handful of people in the entire Da Li who know this.

Cui Chan suddenly sat up slightly and said, "That's wrong. My husband taught me the same thing as I taught you. That's why my husband taught a student like me who forgets his ancestors and forgets his roots. Well, he also deceives his teacher." Destroy the ancestors.”

Wu Yuan thought she heard wrongly.

Cui Chen said calmly: "You heard that right."

Cui Zhang stretched his waist and said, "When I was studying, I was not as radical as I am now. I only dared to propose the idea of ​​'learning and meritorious service, both', and my husband rewarded me with the words 'the chief culprit of the world's decline'." "

Cui Chan sat up straighter and straighter, looking directly into the eyes of his students across from him, "Do you know what is the most irritating thing? It was my husband who interrupted me before I could finish talking about the topic. He always said The gentleman who is famous for his rigorous scholarship is not even willing to think about this problem for one more day. He doesn't even have an hour or a stick of incense, so he just throws those eight words at me. I have a junior brother who always asks my husband questions about classics. "My husband must teach me carefully every time like a long exam, lest there be any deviation. On one of these occasions, do you know how long my husband thought about it before giving his answer?"

Cui Chang stretched out a finger.

Wu Yuan thought as much as possible and said tentatively: "A month?"

At this moment, Grand Master Dali, who appeared as a handsome young man, had an extremely strange expression on his face. He seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and crying but not crying. "Ten years."

Wu Yuan swallowed and did not dare to say another word.

Cui Han exhaled heavily and laughed at himself: "Old friends, stories, old papers, it doesn't matter anymore. What's more, if it doesn't matter, so what?"

Cui Yi stood up, put away the rare complex emotions, and said to Wu Yuan: "I asked you to come here today because I want you to meet someone. I will do something first, and you go and wait at the door."

Wu Yuan stood up and left as if he had been granted amnesty.

Cui Han walked up to the delicate-looking young man with dementia, squatted down behind him, and rubbed his chin, as if looking for flaws.

In the dusk, Wu Yuan walked into the lobby with a man wearing a bamboo hat. Only then did Cui Han stand up and said to the two of them: "You are my friend, sit down wherever you want."

After the man sat down, he gently took off his hat, revealing a handsome but sickly pale face. The whole person was in extremely bad spirits, as if he was seriously injured, coughing constantly, and exuding a faint smell of blood.

Wu Yuan's face was solemn: "Emperor Cui Ming of Guanhu Academy?!"

Then Wu Yuan quickly looked at her husband.

Cui Cheng, Cui Minghuang. Dali Imperial Master, Guanhu Academy.

Could it be?

Wu Yuan's scalp was numb, her heart was shaking, and she began to worry about whether she could leave the house alive.

When he kills people, his motto is to follow the rules.

But the problem is that almost none of the Qi practitioners in the Great Li Dynasty can understand Mr.'s rules.

Even a direct disciple like Wu Yuan never dared to think that he truly understood his master's thoughts.

Cui Yi moved a chair to the dull boy's side, with his back to Wu Yuan and Cui Minghuang, and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, one is a family member that I rarely admire, and the other is a proud disciple who is expected to inherit my mantle, so You two don’t have to guess, you can think about the bright side of things.”

Wu Yuan plucked up the courage and asked, "Sir, is he from the Cui family?"

Cui Chan ignored it.

Cui Minghuang smiled bitterly and said: "My uncle was expelled from the clan by the Cui family a long time ago. He also ordered that he would live in different ancestral halls and die in the same grave."

Wu Yuan's face looked uncertain.

Cui Han, who never looked back, smiled and said: "Don't worry, our wise and mighty Emperor knew these dirty things from the beginning. By the way, Cui Minghuang, if Wu Yuan has any questions next, you know everything. I can’t say enough.”

Wu Yuan suddenly thought and asked the biggest question directly, "Is the death of Qi Jingchun the work of Mr. Qi Jingchun?"

Cui Chen didn't want to speak.

Cui Minghuang's face remained normal and he replied: "Qi Jingchun had received a secret letter before, from Shanya Academy. The person who wrote the letter told Qi Jingchun that their gentleman who was imprisoned in the merit forest of a certain academy was really dead. "

Wu Yuan frowned. This was a huge secret that he had never heard of. It was estimated that only the leaders of the Three Confucian University Palaces and the Seventy-Two Colleges were qualified to know the inside story. But Wu Yuan, like many other scholars from aristocratic families, had heard of most of the rumors.

However, in just a few hundred years, the statue of the fourth deity enshrined in the Confucian Confucian Temple was first removed from the position of literary sage and moved to the list of seventy-two sages accompanying sacrifices, and then moved back from the position of accompanying the first sage. , until the bottom, in the spring of this year, it was completely moved out of the Confucian Temple. Not only that, someone tried to secretly enshrine it in a Taoist temple, but was discovered, and was eventually pushed down and beaten to pieces by a group of so-called ignorant people. The saint's life-long effort, the classic articles written by him are forbidden to be destroyed, the legal policies he implemented were all overturned by the major dynasties, and the names were deleted from the official history.

First, the rivers began to sink, then the mountains began to fade, crumbling, and finally, overnight, the mud fell into the sea, making no sound.

Cui Minghuang recounted an astonishing conspiracy, "The Cliff Academy has now been removed from its status as the Seventy-Two Academy. Although you, Dali, are unwilling to do so, after all, Qi Jingchun and the Academy are very important in educating the people and helping them." Da Li got rid of his status as a barbarian in the north and took the greatest credit. Moreover, without the academy to attract the Northern elites of Dongbaopingzhou, Da Li's civil service system will inevitably suffer a huge impact. However, the general trend is that Da Li will not be able to control the situation with one arm. The emperor would not be so stupid as to provoke so many extremely tyrannical forces from the mountains and below just for the sake of Qi Jingchun."

"Since foreign aid is no longer reliable, then after Qi Jingchun received the letter, how to single-handedly protect Shanya Academy from being cancelled? This huge problem was placed on Qi Jingchun's desk along with the secret letter."

"But he knew very well that once the Jiazi period was over and he walked out of the Lizhu Cave, his dormant and forbearing here, and the shocking truth that his realm did not fall but rose, would inevitably attract the attention of some big figures within Confucianism. Greater suppression. Of course, not only Confucianism, Taoism, but also some big figures from other schools of thought will also be ready to take action. After all, after finally suppressing the old one, it would be ridiculous to have a new one."

Cui Minghuang showed a smile and subconsciously looked at the family senior, Cui Chan, who was still staring at the young man.

Cui Minghuang's eyes were full of admiration, and he said: "At this time, Ruan Qiong's early appearance has become a decisive move. It completely cuts off the most likely escape route for Qi Jingchun."

Cui Chan had stood up at some point and was gently opening the boy's eyes with his fingers. After hearing Cui Minghuang's words, he murmured: "Where's the wine? When I passed by the wine shop just now, I should have bought a few bottles."

Cui Minghuang saw that Wu Yuan was a little confused and explained: "Ruan Qiong came to Lizhu Cave early. Although this military master does not interfere in the affairs of the town and remains absolutely neutral, Ruan Qiong's existence itself is meaningful. This This means that Qi Jingchun can no longer bargain, so he proposed to the Sifang Saints of the Three Religions and One Family that he would stay in the town and be imprisoned for another sixty years, in exchange for another sixty years of survival for Cliff Academy."

Cui Minghuang smiled and said: "My husband is dead, no one reads his moral articles, and no one implements his policies. And after Qi Jingchun came to Dongbaopingzhou, he worked hard to establish an empire in the barbarian land. Cliff Academy is gone. His place in the world is gone, and the place of peace that supported him to this point seems to be gone. What's the point of not dying? Only the death of Qi Jingchun can make some people feel that he is completely gone. Threat, naturally I don’t want to take another look at the fragmented Cliff Academy. In fact, if it weren’t for Qi Jingchun, let alone becoming one of the seventy-two academies worthy of the name, the Cliff Academy in Dali would not even have half of the heritage of our Guanhu Academy. .”

Cui Chang commented: "Guanhu Academy has more than enough foundation, but lacks vitality. If it weren't for the existence of Shanya Academy, Guanhu Academy had to make many changes, which would have been even worse. In the upcoming great battles and changes, only one step will be taken. Slowly, slowly, gradually dying away.”

Cui Minghuang praised from the bottom of his heart: "Uncle Master is so knowledgeable and insightful that he hits the nail on the head!"

Cui Han finally stopped tormenting the young man who had no "popularity" at all. He stood next to the pool with no stagnant water and followed the young man to look up at the blue sky. After looking back, he said a very strange conclusion, "So I A big exam was carefully arranged, and there was only one candidate, the orphan from Mud Bottle Alley named Chen Ping'an. He only had a very ordinary background, but had a very interesting growth experience."

Wu Yuan became more and more confused. What does this mean?

Cui Han began to walk slowly around the pool, clasping his hands behind his back, lowering his head and muttering to himself: "It stands to reason that Qi Jingchun would struggle to death when there was no doubt that he would die, so three people would have to Pay attention to Ma Zhan, his junior brother who accompanies him to endure hardships in Lizhu Cave, Zhao Yao, the scholar who teaches him knowledge step by step, and Song Jixin, who seems to have an average relationship, because these three people are the most likely to give Qi Jingchun hope. "

"I want Ma Zhan to continue the legacy of Cliff Academy, even if there is only one disciple, it doesn't matter."

"I want Zhao Yao to carry forward our master's knowledge. It doesn't matter whether he is in the Great Li Dynasty or even in the East Aquarius Continent."

"At first, when I learned that Qi Jingchun left all his books to Song Jixin, I thought Song Jixin would be one of his incense inheritance, but soon I found out that this was a cover-up."

When Cui Han said this, he became silent for a long time, as if he was deducing the situation step by step, making sure that there were no mistakes.

Wu Yuan cautiously interjected: "Behind the blindfold, is there a person named Chen Ping'an hiding?"

Cui Yan, whose thoughts were interrupted, stopped, raised his head suddenly, and looked at Wu Yuan coldly.

Wu Yuan stood up immediately, with cold sweat seeping out of his forehead. He bowed his head and said, "I hope you will forgive me, sir."

Cui Zhang continued to walk, "Ma Zhan, he is half a disciple of that man, but he is far behind Qi Jingchun. His heart is higher than the sky, and his destiny is thinner than paper. This is the person he is talking about."

"I asked Cui Minghuang to lie to Ma Zhan, tricking him into replacing Qi Jingchun as the next mountain master of Cliff Academy. Although the name of one of the seventy-two academies is gone, the academy itself is still there. If the academy is there, the mountain master is needed. . In this way, Qi Jingchun’s cultural background can actually be justified in terms of face to our Emperor, the Emperor of Dali. This is also an outcome that all parties have acquiesced to in the beginning.”

"But I don't like it. Such a happy ending is too boring. Anyway, there are some voices within Confucianism, asking Wen Sheng, Qi Jingchun and Shanya Academy to disappear together to avoid the resurgence of people's hearts."

"So I proposed to build a new academy in Piyun Mountain, and the three Confucian schools also promised to promote this academy to one of the seventy-two academies within fifty years. When our emperor heard it, it seemed good, compared to Taking a useless person like Qi Jingchun and replacing him with a puppet who can completely obey Da Li, is of course more suitable for Da Li's southward hegemony?"

"So Cui Minghuang lied to Ma Zhan again and told him that since the matter has come to this, it is better to settle for the next best thing, simply change the school, and sever ties with the Cliff Academy. After returning to the small town, he can serve as the mountain master of the new academy, and he is the new one. Isn't it better to be the first mountain master of the academy than to pick up people's wisdom and rely on others in the cliff academy?"

Cui Han continued walking, but looked at Cui Minghuang who was breathing silently, "Did something go wrong at this time?"

Cui Minghuang nodded and said: "It must have been at this time that he became suspicious and started to make excuses with me. He didn't show his face at the time. Although I was careful to be on guard, I didn't expect that Ma Zhan, a loser, would attack so ruthlessly and spare no effort. , the meridians were severed and the acupuncture points were exploded, and they wanted to kill me."

Cui Yi nodded, "Although Ma Zhan is far inferior to Qi Jingchun, he has been under that man's sect for more than ten years. He cannot be regarded as a mere fool."

Cui Minghuang covered his mouth with his hand and spat out a mouthful of bruised blood. After clenching his fists, his face became a little more relaxed and a little more rosy. He asked: "Uncle, why do you allow the only remaining old master of Shanya Academy to lead the army?" The student left Da Li and went to the enemy country Sui Dynasty, continuing to use the name of Shanya Academy? How did Emperor Da Li agree? This junior has never been able to figure out this matter. "

Cui Han walked slowly, "Even if Shanya Academy is preserved, it exists in name only. Without the golden signboard of one of the seventy-two academies, it is just an empty shell. It can no longer compete with the prosperous Guanhu Academy for Dongbao." The most outstanding scholar in Pingzhou. Secondly, once a new academy is established in Piyun Mountain, the deputy mountain master of Guanhu Academy will come here to take charge. Of course, the second mountain master will definitely be the gentleman sitting next to you, Guanhu Academy. Three Come on, if the Sui Dynasty accepts the bereaved dogs of Cliff Academy, it is like taking over a hot potato. We, Da Li, can always find a reason to declare war on the Sui Dynasty. By then, will Cliff Academy be different or still be on the territory of Da Li? "

"Everyone knows that Shanya Academy is equivalent to the Imperial Academy of the Dali Dynasty, but which emperor and monarch of the dynasty dares to say that Guanhu Academy is his private school? So the day that Dali can completely control an academy is what His Majesty has dreamed of since he was a child. Of course, His Majesty the Emperor has some intention of compensating Qi Jingchun. During the years when Qi Jingchun served as the mountain master, even though he was unwilling to bow down to His Majesty, His Majesty really admired Qi Jingchun, and maybe even had a little respect for him. "

Cui Han suddenly laughed, "Of course, the main reason is that I need, I need all such a game."

"In addition to needing Qi Jingchun to die in Lizhu Cave, I also need him to choose the chess pieces I want him to choose according to my chess path. In the end, I will destroy them one by one. Before Qi Jingchun died, it was as if he was still holding the chess piece in his hand. Holding a few seeds, or holding a few sticks of incense. It can only be handed over to the hands of people around you."

"In terms of cultural heritage, it is important to pass down the legacy from generation to generation. Even disciples who believe in a doctrine can die, but the incense may not be cut off, so it is unclear what the incense and cultural destiny are. Qi Jingchun must have caught the clue. I’m still a little confused and don’t dare to be too sure. I need to prove my ideas with facts.”

"So setting up this big test and setting up this chess game is not only used to cut off that person's cultural background, but also an opportunity for me to achieve enlightenment."

Cui Zhang walked behind the young man sitting on the bench, reached out and patted his head gently, and said with a smile: "There was once a poem about an immortal caressing my head, and my hair will be tied and I will live forever. The writing is really... full of immortality." "

The joints of the young man's body creaked, and he finally stood up slowly with sluggish movements. His eyes gradually glowed with dazzling light. After he stood up straight, he turned to face Cui Chan, who had pieced together his body with his own hands. The young man still The mouth is unable to speak, but it is like a baby learning to talk, dancing and happily. But at the same time, he had an innate respect for Cui Chan.

Not to mention Wu Yuan, who was not a cultivator, even Cui Minghuang was stunned when he saw this scene.

Wu Yuan didn't know why, but after hearing what his husband said today, he felt cold all over his body and weak. He asked in a hoarse voice: "Sir, can't we just kill someone? Do we need to go to such great lengths?"

Cui Chan laughed loudly, as if he had been waiting for a long time, and finally came to a really interesting question. He clicked his tongue and said: "The dispute between the great avenues is not as simple as destroying families and annihilating people in the world. If you want to truly eradicate the roots, , it’s very difficult. Many times killing people will turn simple things into a mess, so you have to punish your mind. Why can a person who practices cultivation be as tall as the fifteenth floor? Because cultivating the mind, and cultivating the strength As for martial artists, they are only so high, and the ninth level is the pinnacle. It is more difficult to reach the tenth level than to reach the sky."

Cui Han jumped into the pool facing the patio, stepped on the colorful pebbles embedded at the bottom, and walked in the pool as he pleased. However, compared with the ground, the bottom was obviously more cramped. He thought for a while and said: "Then I I will tell you two frogs in the well about two public cases that were originally kept secret. After listening to them, you will find that these methods of mine are nothing but nothing."

"There was a genius who almost helped the military to establish a religion. Although he failed in his success, he was a guy with great luck after all. No one dared to kill him. In the end, do you know how the real saints dealt with this person? ? Throw him into a blessed land, and arrange chess pieces to stay by his side in all his life, constantly wearing down his military spirit. In this life, he will be reduced to a teacher in the countryside, but he has no worries about food and clothing. In the next life, he will be weak-tempered. He was a vulgar butcher, but he was accompanied by a beautiful woman. In another life, he became a cynical playboy, and he came back after all his money was gone. In another life, he became a scholar-emperor in a peaceful and prosperous age. In short, he has been played by others all his life. In the midst of applause. It's still the same today. It's not that the younger military strategists don't want to take action, but they only dare to take action secretly, trying to awaken the sanity of the military strategist ancestor, but the hope is so slim to compete with those old guys in terms of cultivation and strategy. Have patience? How to win?"

"There was another military strategist whose fighting prowess was astonishing. But in the last move he accidentally lost everything. He lost his soul because of a puppet woman. Then the saints immediately seized the opportunity and divided up his three souls and six souls. Then let them become the first-class banished immortals in the major blessed places. Every soul ascended from the blessed places to our world. Moreover, the road went smoothly and everyone became the overlord of one side. Then do you think these nine people have the lowest cultivation level? On the tenth floor, or the seventh level of martial arts, are they willing to give up their independent will and become 'one person'?"

"It doesn't sound too complicated, but it will take an extremely long time to actually implement it."

When Cui Chan said this, he sighed: "The battle between the great avenues is so cruel."

Cui Zhang stretched out his body, rubbed his neck with both hands, and said with a smile: "Ma Zhan died of guilt and anger. Zhao Yao has lost his identity as the owner of the 'Spring' character seal. Then there will only be Jing who broke the rules." Words.

“An orphan from an extremely poor alley had suffered a lot, and deep down in his heart he desperately wanted to have a stable life. Now his dream has come true. He suddenly became the richest man in the town, and suddenly had a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make a fortune. The five hills above the blessed land are all in his pocket, and the wealth that has flowed for three hundred years belongs to him."

"In addition to these help in times of need, I helped him with the icing on the cake twice. The first time was to help him choose that lonely mountain. And on the top of this mountain, I will let Da Li consecrate a mountain god to sit here. Do you think the young man will find it very strange? Surprise? The second time, it was the Caotou Shop and the New Year Shop, which would soon be sold at a low price, and then, as expected, he, Chen Ping'an, would buy them 'naturally'. Just imagine, outside the small town, Japan There are five hills in Doujin and two time-honored shops in the town. From now on, the county magistrate Wu Yuan will meet them at the foot of the mountain. Mr. Cui, the deputy mountain master of the academy, will be on the mountain and favor him. Do you think this young man is Aren’t there almost no pursuits left?”

"but."

When Cui Chan mentioned these two words, he smiled particularly playfully and said to himself: "I am really afraid of these two words in the world."

He continued: "But at this time, when I went out, there were two carriages and an ox cart. When I came back, there was only a carriage and an ox cart, and the gentle Mr. Cui of Guanhu Academy was missing. Mr. Ma from the school also died. Then the coachman would find Chen Ping'an and tell the young man that Mr. Qi and Mr. Ma from the school hoped that he could take those...six Meng boys to Dali. The sworn enemy of the dynasty went to the cliff academy that was moved to the Sui Dynasty to continue his studies. This trip was difficult and surrounded by tigers and wolves. In the end, the coachman would considerately persuade the young man. If Mr. Qi is still alive, he will definitely not want you to get involved. Dangerous trip to Sui Mountain Cliff Academy."

Wu Yuan asked cautiously: "If those children who are already frightened want to stay at home in the small town, doesn't it mean that Chen Ping'an doesn't have to go out? Isn't that what you are planning this time?"

Cui Minghuang smiled and said: "Not long after these children left the town, their families were forcibly moved to the capital of Dali. Of course, Dali will not lack their wealth and glory. But each family will stay for a few Personally, I will tell those children what a rare opportunity it is to enter the Cliff Academy, and how their parents and elders at home earnestly hope that they can go to the academy and return home."

Cui Zhang stood directly under the patio with an expressionless face.

Wu Yuan became more cautious and asked: "Sir, how are you sure that this big test can completely cut off the Qi Jingchun family?"

Cui Yi raised his eyebrows, turned to look at Wu Yuan, and said with a smile: "Didn't you hear that Qi Jingchun and I are brothers in the same school? As his senior brother, I once took the place of the gentleman who went out to study to answer his questions. The Confucian classics lasted three full years, so why would I, Cui Chan, not know what his great path is?"

Cui Han walked out of the pool and murmured in a low voice: "A gentleman with a pure heart... That's all. It's just that Qi Jingchun was so lucky that he actually had two natal characters. If he hadn't died here, he might have been an unprecedented person. His three characters are his destiny. If he doesn’t die, who will die?”

Cui Han walked towards the door, "I mobilized all the troops to set up such a big situation, just for such a small thing. So small."

Cui Chan raised his hand, put his thumb against his index finger, and said, "If we still lose..."

The last few words Cui Chan said were so subtle that they couldn't be heard.

As soon as Cui Zhang opened the door and stepped across the threshold, he suddenly stopped. Imperial Master Da Li, who originally wanted to buy a drink, suddenly felt that drinking was meaningless.

So he ended up sitting on the threshold.

Wu Yuan and Cui Minghuang looked at the back of the slightly slender young man and looked at each other, wondering what was going on.

Cui Zhang folded his hands in his sleeves, bent down, and looked at the house across the street. The cheap black and white door gods, the Spring Festival couplets with vulgar meanings, and the ugly blessing characters posted upside down.

Cui Yi said to himself: "Qi Jingchun, you will be disappointed in the end."

From somewhere, a warm voice with a slight smile sounded softly, "That's it."

Cui Chang was indifferent to this, still looking straight into the distance, nodded and said: "When that time comes, I will drink again."