The words he gave him had a good meaning, perhaps Mr. Qingxi had already seen Xiang He's dream of a wanderer at that time.

He explained, "This world is filled with joy and happiness. There are many people suffering, and no one can live a peaceful and smooth life forever."

"Compared with all things in nature, human power is weak after all. Not only natural disasters and earth damage will affect human survival, but man-made disasters will also be the same."

Just like a wise man who is good at temptation, Mr. Qingxi slowly preached, "Decisions made by those who are above the people often have the power to influence the future path of the lower class, whether good or bad, which is the result of human power. The greater the power in his hands, the deeper the impact it can have on others."

After Mr. Qingxi finished speaking, Xiang He took the opportunity to take the conversation, "For example, if a butcher kills people, he can only kill several people at most. If a person in power kills people, his order may cause thousands of casualties, or more people."

Is this power?

Having the power to determine the fate of others and building rules between people, who thought of these rules?

Xiang He laughed mockingly and gave another example, "So a hero can save one person, but he can save several people, but he cannot save a country or a city."

This is the reason for killing people, and the same is the reason for saving people. A person's power is so small, and only those who hold power have the ability to control more lives and deaths.

Xiang He suddenly understood, grinned and murmured again, "The hero saves people, and the king saves the world."

"Disciple understands, understands, hahahaha..."

He smiled so hard that he leaned back and forth, his eyes were wet, and he looked sad and happy, and he laughed and cried.

Mr. Qingxi looked at him almost crazy and silent, with a tolerant and calm expression.

Only after Xiang and laughed enough, he asked calmly, "Who taught you this?"

Xiang He was stunned and did not give the answer directly, but said, "It's someone that the teacher knows."

"Oh, is that true? It seems that he has enlightened you. You are here today to verify from your teacher."

In fact, someone has pointed out the direction for Xiang He's confusion, but he still hasn't understood it. Perhaps he is unwilling to accept reality.

Recalling the whispers that seemed to have heard in a dream last night, Xiang He was a little puzzled and asked tentatively, "Is this inappropriate?"

"No, there is nothing wrong."

Mr. Qingxi shook his head and asked, "Have you met Chunqiu spectators?"

"who?"

Xiang He was stunned.

Seeing that his reaction seemed to know nothing, Mr. Qingxi was surprised and thought to himself, could he have guessed wrongly, or maybe Xiang He didn't know the other party's identity, so he asked again, "Is the person who said this in Xun County?"

Xiang He was stunned and replied, "Yes."

"It's not Zhou Zhiwei, or a few people who usually have a good relationship with me?"

Xiang He thought that his teacher should be referring to his friend, but Xiao Jiu didn't count it, so he shouldn't count it.

So he responded again, "Yes."

"That should be good. It's him, the spectator of Chunqiu." Mr. Qingxi slowly stroked his long beard and said, his words were very confident, and he didn't know where the confidence came from.

This name sounds very familiar. Xiang He reacted for a while and suddenly remembered where he had heard of it. Isn’t this a generation of literary masters who have become famous in Qi Kingdom recently?!

But when I recalled this name and recalled the person who took him in last night, Xiang He showed hesitation for a moment, and was a bit weird and unbelievable in his entanglement. He tentatively said, "Why did the teacher say that?"

Mr. Qingxi thought, "If you can make such remarks, you will count me into the entire Xun County. If it weren't for the ones around me, he would have to be the only one."

"The teacher is so sure?"

Everyone said that the Spring and Autumn Annals spectator was a knowledgeable old man, and no matter how bad he was, he would definitely be a middle-aged man.

But now...

If his teacher guessed correctly, wouldn’t it mean that everyone guessed wrong, because this spectator in the Spring and Autumn Period was still a young man who was not as good as the one who was in the twentieth century.

But after a while, Mr. Qingxi suddenly hesitated again, "But you said just now that he knew him as a teacher? I can't think of who it is for a moment."

Before and after he looked through the book "The Spring and Autumn Anniversary", he knew that this book was extraordinary, and the person who could write it was even more difficult, and his talent was unparalleled in the world.

Several top scholars in Xun County communicated with each other information, but they were not any of them. So who was the spectator of the Spring and Autumn Period?

With this question in mind, many people who came to Xun County wanted to find out the identity of the Spring and Autumn spectator, but they all ended in failure. No one knew the true identity of the Spring and Autumn spectator, nor did they know their appearance.

This has become a mystery.

Mr. Qingxi couldn't help but wonder, "Why would you like to tell me who that person is? Let's see if you really know him."

this……

After hearing the teacher's remarks, he was half-believing and half-doubted. Could it be that Xiao Jiu is really a spectator in Chunqiu? Should he reveal his identity to the teacher?

Rubbing the sweat on his forehead, before he could make a choice, Mr. Qingxi saw that he was in a dilemma for a long time, so he took the initiative to let him go.

"Forget it, since he is willing to hide his identity, I think he doesn't want people to know, so why should I force others to do anything?"

call……

Xiang He let out a long sigh and was grateful for the teacher's understanding of justice.

Now that he doesn't have to make things difficult for him anymore, he is thinking that when he leaves from the teacher, he must ask Xiao Jiu carefully.

After staying in the academy for a few days, he went down the mountain again and embarked on his journey again. A few days ago, he wanted to ask Xiao Jiu something that he understood, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Before leaving, he and Xiao Jiu briefly competed in the sword.

No one knew what the two talked about during this period.

When Xiao Xiao went out, Xiao Jiu stood behind him with his hands behind his back, watching him go away. There was still a sword lying alone on the ground at his feet. It was his sword.

It was obvious that he lost. But there was a smile on his face, and there was an incomprehensible meaning in his smile.

It was exactly the same month, the capital of King Qi, thousands of miles away.

In the warmth of spring, a woman in white dress was slanted on the couch, slowly unfolding the notes in her hand. The black handwriting on the paper contrasted with the woman's white and jade-like fingertips, making her hands look green and fat.

But the transparent handwriting reflected in the candlelight was what she wanted to see. When she saw a few numbers written on the paper, "Enter the palace as the queen, and stay with the emperor forever."

"Oh……"

The woman let out a chuckle. Jiang Zhen'er's cold face was more charming than before. Her white gauze dress gently wrapped around her graceful figure, and her black and soft hair was scattered casually on the couch, her body was as lazy as a beauty snake.

She calmly sent the note into the flames and burned it all. She looked around with a casual expression, looking at the decorations in the room.

The best furniture made of agarwood, the curtains of a piece of silk yarn, the ground is covered with snow-white fluffy carpets without any impurities, and there are all exquisite jewelry and utensils in the house. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a golden house to hide its beauty.

But these things can't be exchanged for the woman's sight. She said tiredly, "Oh, these things in front of her are so annoying to see them every day. Finally, she can stay in another place..."

After speaking slowly, the four maids who were serving her in the house were silent, as if they were mute. One continued to rub her legs, the other was lighting the incense in the incense burner, and the other cleaned the house.

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Chapter completed!