After leaving the suburbs of Yindu, Ning Xiaochuan breathed a long sigh of relief, deliberately slowed down his horse and came to Song Jing's side. At this moment, Song Jing was leaning on the carriage and snoring.

"Old Songtou, Old Songtou..." Ning Xiaochuan shouted loudly.

Song Jing opened her eyes in a daze, rubbed her eyes, and when she saw it was Ning Xiaochuan, she said helplessly, "Don't worry, they won't come after you."

"No, Mr. Song, I have something to ask you." Ning Xiaochuan shouted. Song Jing stood up helplessly and looked at him, "What do you want to ask?"

"Can you really deal with Lei Kangshan and that weird old man with your strength?" Ning Xiaochuan said coquettishly.

He remembered that when he was in Jiangbei Town, Song Jing told him that his strength was no longer in the divine realm, but just that one move of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers could forcibly break through the heaven and earth phenomena in Leikang Mountain. No matter how you looked at it, it gave people a sense of

It feels very much like the spirit realm.

"Hey, what did you deal with? To be honest, the old man in black robe is not weak, he should not be inferior to me. Just now they were just intimidated by my identity as a Zongheng Saint and the strength I displayed.

But that move of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers just now has exhausted all my energy. Even then, I can't even summon the two tigers. To be honest, if they are more cruel, we will all die there." Song

Jing said calmly, and then let out a long sigh.

"Ah?" Ning Xiaochuan was shocked when he heard it, and then said, "Old Songtou, then...then why did they let us go..."

"Cherish your life. The stronger the master, the more you cherish your life. They have spent most of their lives or even their entire lives to reach their current strength. They have gone through countless hardships, and no one is willing to fall halfway and die somewhere else.

They just let us go because they were afraid that I would die with them. Now I am just a sloppy old man and I will die if I die. They are different. They still have glory and wealth to enjoy behind them. Once they find that they can't do anything to us easily, they will let us go.

." Song Jing stood up and stretched.

"I see, so they will come again..." Ning Xiaochuan frowned and said.

"I don't know about that." Song Jing leaned against the carriage and yawned, "Okay, don't worry about this. At least it's safe now. I'm exhausted. Let me take a nap first."

Ning Xiaochuan wanted to ask something else, but when he saw that Song Jing had closed his eyes, he didn't ask any more questions. He cupped his hands and then rode ahead.

At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and Ning Xiaochuan looked at the direction of the setting sun, and couldn't help but sigh that he had finally come out of Yindu for the time being.

Nie Hongyi quickly came to Ning Xiaochuan's side, "Master, after leaving Yindu City, not far away is Tongyang. After passing Tongyang, we will leave the boundary of Zhongzhou."

"On the Xiangshan Mountain, the red leaves pass over Tongyang. Tongyang is a good place..." Ning Xiaochuan murmured, and then shouted, "Let's go to Tongyang."

…

Yindu, inside Ning Mansion.

Ning Feng sat on the floor, closing his eyes and concentrating. Next to him, Guan Yun'er paced around anxiously, wanting to speak several times but holding back.

"Yun'er, what are you doing wandering around?" Ning Feng opened his eyes and said with some worry.

"Xiao Chuanzi has been gone for a while. You, the second brother, don't care where your brother has gone?" Guan Yun'er sat down in front of Ning Feng and said with a pout.

"With Mr. Song here, there will definitely be no problem for Xiaochuan to leave Yindu safely. Judging from the time of departure, he should be almost in Tongyang." Ning Feng said slowly, gently rubbing Guan Yun'er's head, "Don't worry.

,It's fine."

Guan Yun'er nodded helplessly, "Tongyang, we're leaving Zhongzhou soon."

Looking at Guan Yun'er's appearance, Ning Feng smiled, but his eyes were full of worry. Going out of the house was no better than at home, and he didn't know if Xiaochuan could cope with it.

…

Inside the Yin capital city.

After Ning Xiaochuan left, there were many rumors about him in the Yin capital city. The most common rumor was that Ning Xiaochuan fled to Xiangzhou to avoid assassination.

At this time, in a tavern, Wei Zhengchun and Yu Gongming were sitting in the tavern, drinking one glass after another and eating tastelessly.

"Brother Wei, has something happened?" Yu Gongming frowned and whispered.

"I don't know about this, but Fifth Young Master Ning is a man of temperament. The only thing that scares him in Yin is the royal family. It is indeed a bit far-fetched for him to leave the capital of Yin with a small assassination this time." Wei

Zhengchun was also very confused. He had been with Ning Xiaochuan for so long, and he knew very well who Ning Xiaochuan was.

"There have been a lot of troubles recently. Master is going back to Qingzhou. Yu Gongming, I can tell you that Master spoke to you alone before he left. You haven't told me about this until now." Wei Zhengchun suddenly remembered.

What, he said while staring at Yu Gongming.

Yu Gongming nodded sarcastically, "I know, I know, Master won't let me tell anyone casually. Brother Wei, please don't make things difficult for me."

"Exactly, Master has his own rules for doing things. I don't ask questions." Wei Zhengchun smiled and shook his head, "However, Master has a saying that I quite agree with."

"What words?"

"The water in Yindu is deep..."

…

The Fu River passes through the Yin capital from top to bottom, with the Imperial College on the upper reaches. At this time, a lone boat is wandering on the Fu River.

There is a fisherman on the bow of the boat wearing a bamboo hat and raincoat. He keeps releasing and closing the net. Every time he closes the net, he will catch some fish or shrimp.

In the canopy of the boat, an old man in white clothes was sitting inside. Fresh fish soup was simmering on the stove in front of him. The steamy, milky white soup was accompanied by bursts of aroma. Anyone who smelled it wanted to take a few sips.

"Little brother, you made the fish soup well." The old man took a sip of the fish soup and couldn't help but nod in praise.

After hearing this, the fisherman in front grinned and said, "Sir, you are ridiculous. I am a fisherman. This is all I can offer to entertain you. You don't mind if you don't mind."

"Skills have specializations." The old man's face was filled with vicissitudes of life, and he couldn't help but sigh, "It's a pity that such a good fish soup, I'm afraid I can only drink this for the last time."

The fisherman looked at the old man inside in surprise, "Mr. Kong, are you leaving Yindu?"

"Yeah, I've been here in Yindu for a few years. Now I'm old and can't do it anymore. I have to go back. Before I leave, I'll come to Fuhe again." The old man who spoke was the Imperial Confucian Master, the patriarch of the Kong Confucian family in Qingzhou.

, Kong Zhenqing.

After hearing this, the fisherman seemed to feel something. He nodded and said sadly: "This person will naturally miss his family when he gets older. It's normal."

"Yes, I miss my family." Kong Zhenqing looked at the fish soup in front of him and couldn't help but his eyes turned red. He hadn't gone back to his family for many years. When he left, the little girl just knew how to call grandpa. Now, the girl should also

She is twenty years old and has grown into a big girl.

"It's the same way you come, and it's the same way you go." Kong Zhenqing came out of the canopy and looked at the river and couldn't help but said, "Happy, happy..."

"Mr. Kong, what you educated people say is profound, but I didn't understand just these few words." The fisherman smiled awkwardly.

Kong Zhenqing also laughed, "It's better if you don't understand, but it's not good if you understand."

The fisherman next to him smiled again, "I know this, what it's called, how to say it, oh, it's called Dazhi Ruoyu, right?"

"Hahaha, yes, yes, he is as wise as a fool." Kong Zhenqing said, stroking his gray beard.

On this day, I was alone in the boat and the coir raincoat, and it was not until sunset that Kong Zhenqing returned to the Imperial Academy.

After returning to the Imperial Academy, Kong Zhenqing just tidied up hastily, then sat on the futon, stared at the rows of concubines behind him and bowed. Behind him were not only the concubines of past dynasties, but also his own ancestors.

"Hey... this Imperial College may soon no longer be the Imperial College of the past. The ancestors and ancestors are on top, and the unfilial son Kong Zhenqing salutes you. I pride myself on having never done anything wrong in my life and have always followed the instructions of my ancestors and ancestors.

Teaching, imparting knowledge and solving doubts, serving the country and the people.

But now it seems that I did something wrong and wrongly blamed my fourth brother. Maybe what he said was right." Kong Zhenqing's eyes were filled with tears, and the tears flowed down silently.

"As a teacher, you should preach, teach, and resolve doubts; as a brother, you should uphold moral integrity and manage your family..."

There were bursts of reciting sounds coming from Kong Zhenqing's room. No one knew who this master was reciting to. Perhaps he was leaving the Imperial College where he had lived for a long time, so he was giving himself comfort and farewell.

…

In the palace.

Gao Zhen called Han Zhongxuan to sharpen his ink. He had been sharpening his ink for most of his life, and he was very good at doing these things.

"Have you met Kong Zhenqing?" Gao Zhen said as he picked up the brush.

Han Zhongxuan nodded, "We have met and discussed with you. Master is determined to leave the Imperial College and has rejected your request."

"Hahaha, if he doesn't refuse, he won't be the master I know. If he has an idea and dares to insist on it, it's good." Gao Zhen smiled, then waved the brush in his hand, and a huge word "kill" appeared on the paper.

"Vigorous and powerful, like a dragon entering the water or a hidden dragon entering the bay; but the strokes of the pen are too sharp, and calligraphy should be restrained and not show off the edge. Your Majesty, you have something on your mind." Han Zhongxuan murmured after reading this word.

"You know me best. My master's name is Kong Zhenqing. He is the minister of the world, but not mine." Gao Zhen said slowly, "He is a qualified master, but not a qualified minister.

"

"Qingzhou Confucian disciples are all over the world. If I attack the Master, I'm worried that the situation will get out of hand." Han Zhongxuan bowed his head and said.

"Of course I know what these Confucian scholars are capable of, but... I also know what you are capable of." Gao Zhen looked at Han Zhongxuan and opened the rice paper in his hand, "I gave this word to you. Appreciate it carefully, maybe you can

Taste something else."

Han Zhongxuan took the rice paper tremblingly, and the word "kill" was printed in his eyes, which made Han Zhongxuan break into cold sweat.

"Old slave, I understand."

"It's good that you understand. Also, let's let Ning Xiaochuan's matter go for now. It's okay to let the Gongsun family fight him. We can just watch from behind. Don't take action before the time comes." Gao Zhen looked on.

Said easily.

Han Zhongxuan below was obviously very preoccupied, and even the speed of grinding ink had slowed down. After hearing Gao Zhen's words, he nodded dully, "Yes, I understand."


Chapter completed!