(Yesterday’s 5,500 words, you said it was not a big chapter… Today I will have a big chapter.)
A tall old man with a mahogany ruler tied around his waist was standing in Wenzhengtang halfway up the mountain, squinting and taking a nap.
After His Majesty the Emperor's personal visit to Donghua Mountain, all spies and spies had been removed from Donghua Mountain. Even a ten-level Qi practitioner was only hiding near Donghua Mountain and could not easily set foot in the academy. This was the cliff of the Great Sui Dynasty.
The respect given by the academy, or in other words, the Emperor Sui's trust in old master Mao Xiaodong.
In the Wenzheng Hall, incense is used to worship the three saints respected by the Shanya Academy. In the middle is naturally the most holy teacher, the ancestor who is worshiped by all Confucian disciples in the world, and then deliberately conceals his identity on the hanging statue.
Literary Saint, and Qi Jingchun, the first Academy Mountain Master.
The young man in white handed over the customs clearance document at the gate of Shanjiao Academy. He walked all the way here, poked his head into the lobby, and then refused to go in. He stood outside the threshold and shouted angrily: "Mao Xiaodong, are you a grown-up?"
Are you disgusted with me, or do you want to harm me? You can make a clear statement today. If I am not satisfied, just pat your butt and leave, and I will never come to this mountain to hinder your eyes again!"
Mao Xiaodong still had his eyes closed, his face full of indifference, and he said: "Either you go in and offer incense, or explain the matter clearly, otherwise I just need to look at you, and I will be your grandson."
Cui Chan sat down on the threshold, "Even if you are willing to be my grandson, it depends on whether I accept it or not. Tsk tsk, I don't know who taught me how to play chess with two slugs, and then fought
After a score of ten thousand years, in the end it was me who gave in to the two sons. They were still ashen from the killing, their hands were trembling, and they wished they could hesitate and delay it for a hundred years."
Mao Xiaodong said calmly: "Go is just a small way."
Cui Chan sneered and said: "'The game is a number, but also a decimal number'? Hey, who doesn't know that you, Mao Xiaodong, are among the unqualified group of registered disciples, and your knowledge is sparse, but the most important thing is to respect the teacher and serve the teacher.
The scholar is more like his biological father than his biological father, so how can he start to admire the teachings of other saints? Especially this saint is the old scholar's mortal enemy. Why, if you learn from me in chess, you should also learn from me in life?"
Mao Xiaodong, who had always closed his eyes to rest his mind, sneered and said, "I'm going to lie to you again, I'm your son."
Cui Han rolled his eyes, "I came to Donghua Mountain this time because I was homeless and just staying here temporarily. You, Mao Xiaodong, are now the master of the Academy Mountain. You just turned a blind eye and passed by because you didn't want to see me."
Just don’t look at it, you’re out of sight and out of mind, I’m at ease, and everyone is happy.”
Mao Xiaodong sneered and said: "With your unprofitable attitude, I'm afraid that in a few days, the academy will be demolished by you in the Sui Dynasty. If you want to compete with the Sui Dynasty, I won't stop you, but
Don't even think about messing around here in Donghua Mountain. The academy is an academy, a place for moral learning, not a place where you, Cui Chan, can poop and pee casually without wiping your butt!"
Cui Chan frowned and said, "You didn't receive my secret letter? It's the one with a chess piece in it."
Mao Xiaodong nodded and said: "I received it, but I didn't open it. I quickly threw it into the stove and then ran to wash my hands. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to pick up the chopsticks to eat."
These words were unpleasant enough, but Cui Chan was not annoyed at all. He stood up and came to the side of the tall old man. He said with a playful smile: "Xiaodong, I really didn't come here for any purpose. I just wanted to study hard and bask in the sun.
I'll play chess with you and take care of those kids from Lizhu Cave."
Mao Xiaodong chuckled and said, "Believe you? Then I am your ancestor."
Cui Zhang was a little confused now and pointed to his nose, "What's wrong with being my ancestor? Is it a bad thing? How much advantage did you take?"
Mao Xiaodong twitched his lips, "If it's your ancestor, why are you so angry that you can't even cover the coffin? Of course I don't want to be the one."
Cui Chan said angrily: "Mao Xiaodong! You're almost done!"
The tall old man closed his eyes and shook his head: "No."
Cui Zhang pointed his finger at Mao Xiaodong, "Want to fight?"
Mao Xiaodong suddenly opened his eyes, his aura was astonishing, like a glaring Vajra in a temple, "It's good to fight. I couldn't beat you in Dali before, but now, I'll give you a hand!"
Cui Chen blinked, "You are my grandson now. Isn't it appropriate for a grandson to hit his grandpa?"
Mao Xiaodong stretched out his hand to press the ruler around his waist, "After I beat you to death, I'll just burn incense for you."
Cui Chan quickly stretched out a hand and said, "Stop, stop, the old scholar and Qi Jingchun want me to send you a message. You can listen to it before speaking."
Mao Xiaodong narrowed his eyes, his murderous aura was extremely strong, and it only intensified compared to the moment he opened his eyes, "Be careful is your last word."
Cui Chan's lips moved slightly.
After Mao Xiaodong listened to his inner voice, he stared closely at the young man in white, whose cultivation level was no higher than the fifth level, especially Cui Han's eyes. The reason why human eyes are known as the focus of spiritual energy lies in the state of mind.
Like a lake, the eyes are like springs in a deep well. If the body is upright, the spirit will be clear, and if the heart is evil, the eyes will be cloudy.
If Mao Xiaodong had met Cui Chan, the Imperial Master of Da Li, in the old cliff academy of Da Li, then Mao Xiaodong would not have done anything unnecessary, because the gap between the two realms is there, the difference between the two realms, the difference between cloud and mud. Let him
No matter how long you look, you can't see the bright hall. But now the situation is reversed. It's him, Mao Xiaodong, who is condescending in terms of cultivation. Of course, it has some use. The key is that they were once in the same saint's cultural lineage, so they can see it more clearly.
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Mao Xiaodong put away his eyes and strode away.
Cui Chan asked with a smile: "What are you doing? No more chatting?"
Mao Xiaodong snorted coldly: "Wash your eyes quickly, or you will go blind!"
Cui Zhang stretched out his hand and flicked the hem of his clothes, and said smugly: "My youthful skin is indeed a match for a country and a city."
Mao Xiaodong stopped and was about to turn around and hit someone. After all, it had been ten or twenty years since the old man wanted to kill this bastard who deceived his teacher and destroyed his ancestors.
A subtle golden light flashed from Cui Chan's sleeves, and he was ready to attack. He was shocked and said: "Are you really going to hit someone? We Confucian saints use virtue to transform people, and gentlemen convince people with reason. Although you, Mao Xiaodong, have been implicated by your master's sect,
, up to now, I am just a sage, but there is no need for a sage to roll up his sleeves and fight."
Mao Xiaodong strode away.
Cui Chan quickly followed up, with his hands behind his back, looking elegant and elegant, and asked endlessly: "How are Li Baoping and the others studying here? Have they made the academy a mess?"
Mao Xiaodong said angrily: "Yes."
Cui Chan's face was gloomy, "Could it be that someone wants to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, right?"
Mao Xiaodong sneered and said: "I thought it was you, the Imperial Master, who was behind the scenes, trying to drive a wedge between the academy and the Sui Dynasty, so that the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty could not come down, so as to completely cut off the cultural heritage of the Cliff Academy."
Cui Han was a little embarrassed, raised his arm and scratched his head, and said with a dry laugh: "I can't do this kind of old guy in the capital. Now I always compare myself with my heart, do good to others in everything, and correct my evil ways... Oh no, it has been a long time since I corrected my evil ways and returned to the right way.
Already."
Mao Xiaodong sighed and looked up at the pavilion on the top of Donghua Mountain. His voice was not strong, but his tone was firm: "Cui Chang, if you dare to do something harmful to the academy, I will kill you once."
Cui Chen didn't take it to heart at all, "Do as you like, as long as you are happy. First tell me what happened. Now I am worse off than you. I'm not going to lie to you. Who in the world dares to be as miserable as me? Xiaodong
Whenever you are in a bad mood, I can tell you something to keep you in a good mood. But remember to bring a few bottles of wine, the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty is not stingy, and he will definitely reward you with a lot of good wine."
Mao Xiaodong glanced at the boy in white with strange eyes, shook his head, continued to move forward, and then told the general situation.
Especially in the last battle of the library, Yu Lu faced off against two people. As a result, both sides suffered losses. The three of them entered vertically, a young sage from the Dongfu realm, an old swordsman from the Guanhai realm, and a sixth-level martial artist.
The tall young men at their peak all came out sideways in the end.
At this time, even the deputy mountain leader Mao Xiaodong could not suppress this huge news.
That night, the Minister of Rites of the Sui Dynasty, who was wearing official uniform, the Diao Temple in the palace, who was wearing a bright red python robe, and the monk from the Ten Realms lurking near Donghua Mountain, the three of them went up the mountain together.
It's just that when Mao Xiaodong faced the three people, he only said this matter, and he would give an explanation to the Sui Emperor. The rest of the people, no matter whether you are the vassal prince or the minister, are not qualified to point out the academy. In fact, the three people did not
He didn't have the slightest intention of raising an army to hold him accountable, but Mao Xiaodong was still unkind and extremely tough, which made the three of them hit a huge snag.
The tenth realm qi practitioner was about to take action on the spot, but luckily he was stopped by the Heavenly Official of the Ministry of Rites, and together they hurried down the mountain and entered the palace to meet the saint.
In the team going down the mountain, there were two more people, Lao Jianxiu and Li Changying. They were able to walk at that time, but they looked bad, as if they had not recovered from a serious illness.
Mao Xiaodong finally asked: "In what capacity do you stay here?"
Cui Chan said without hesitation: "If you have read my secret letter, you will know the identities of Yu Lu and Xie. You can reveal the identities of one person, such as Xie Lingyue, the number one sect in the mountains of the Lu Dynasty. I will use her as a teacher."
The elder has shown up. If it is Yu Lu, then I will be one of the hidden gatekeepers of the Lu family's palace. Don't worry, I have already prepared for both identities, and there is no leakage."
Mao Xiaodong was still not at ease and said worriedly: "The intelligence of the Great Sui Dynasty is no worse than that of the Great Li Dynasty. What's more, the Great Sui Dynasty and the Lu Dynasty have been on good terms for generations..."
Cui Chan made the tall old man stop talking with just one sentence, "Who am I?"
When the two parted, Mao Xiaodong, who had been grudged for a long time, couldn't help but cursed: "Who are you? You are my son!"
Cui Chan sighed and shouted cheerfully: "Dad!"
Mao Xiaodong was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth in anger, and disappeared in a flash.
Cui Chan shouted: "Where do those kids live? Dad, please tell me!"
In the dead of night, no one responded.
Cui Zhang rolled his eyes, "I'll knock on doors and look for them. Who's afraid of who?"
In the Wenzheng Hall, Mao Xiaodong left and came back. He stood at the foot of the hall. After offering three sticks of incense, he said sadly: "Sir, senior brother, why are you doing this? I can't figure it out! I know that no matter what, nothing can compare to it."
Come on, you two, since you do this, you naturally have your considerations, but..."
When the tall old man said this, there were faint tears on his weathered face, and he said sadly: "But I just feel a little unhappy."
To be continued...