As soon as Mr. Chongxuan said these words, the atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly changed.
Zhongxuan Mingguang’s diligent squeezing of his legs could not help but slow down.
Zhong Xuanzun was originally in a good mood.
Although Wang Yiwu and his father "joined forces" and destroyed his business in less than a year, it was indeed a headache.
But the good news that the guy sent back from Jianfeng Mountain in the Xia Kingdom, congratulating Chongxuan Zun to the Tianfu, was still very mood-boosting.
Especially today, the three generations of grandparents are living happily and chatting about everyday things, which is a joy in life.
What a steal of half a day's leisure!
But what the old man said...
The only person who could be on friendly terms with Bowang Hou was Ruan Jianzheng, Qintian Jianzheng and Ruan Yuan.
The famous Star Observation Tower, the tallest building in Linzi, is the territory of Qin Tian Jian. Every day when the morning bell of Ziji Palace rings, it is rang by people from Qin Tian Jian.
For many people, this is an extremely mysterious yamen. Indeed, they are not very involved in political affairs.
But those who are truly significant will naturally know the importance of Qin Tian Jian.
But then again, the status of Qintian Prison is transcendent, and the supervisor Ruan Yuan is not accessible to ordinary people. If Mr. Chongxuan had not served in the army all his life and was highly respected, the descendants of the palace might not be able to "point out" Ruan Yuan's daughter.
Chance.
But even though it is an “opportunity”, not everyone wants it.
At that time, Zhongxuanzun was sitting lazily on the stone steps, with his left hand on his left knee, holding a book, hanging it gently. He was listening to the gossip of his father and grandfather. He rested on his right elbow.
On his right knee, he supported his sharp chin and stared at the sky in the distance.
Hearing this sentence suddenly, he just twitched the corner of his mouth and chuckled: "Ruan Jianzheng can't teach well. I think he is hopelessly stupid. My grandson should not waste his efforts in vain."
Zhongxuan Mingguang's hand became even slower...
Although he often thinks a little simplistically, he is not a fool. Especially in the past sixty years of his life, he has been taught almost all by the old man, and he is still very proficient in observing words and emotions.
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The current atmosphere is very dangerous...
The old man didn’t show any expression. He just said lightly: “The rules handed down from our ancestors. Even if our descendants are successful, they should respect them.”
“Grandpa.” Chong Xuanzun withdrew his gaze, moved his elbows that were resting on his knees, and turned the volume in his left hand.
He smiled in the sunshine: "Actually, I have never quite understood, what are the rules?"
“The rule is a tool for drawing circles. The rule is a tool for drawing squares. How can two tools become ‘rules’ and must be followed by everyone?”
“Who made the rules? Is that person necessarily right? Does his rule really draw a circle, and does his moment really draw a square?”
“The geniuses of all generations have passed away! Each generation has its own style, and each generation has its own rules.”
“As long as I am strong enough, I am stronger than anything else. One day I can also say...”
He held the book in his left hand, drew a circle in the air, and said with a smile: "This is the square."
The courtyard in Bowanghou Mansion was not very quiet at this time.
Those who serve have children, those who are walking around are still walking around, those who are pruning flowers and grass are still pruning flowers and grass, in short, they are all doing their own things, and they don’t seem to hear what the master’s family is saying.
But the atmosphere was somewhat solidified after all.
Zhongxuan Yunbo's life as a soldier was so prestigious in the army that even the military god Jiang Mengxiong had to respect him a bit.
In the past, he supported the family, and in the future, he taught outstanding children. After Chongxuan Mingtu refused to lead the army, in order to regain the trust of Emperor Qi, he put on the old armor again, and he was no longer at the top. With his body in perfect condition, he fought for the country and fought on the battlefield of Qi and Xia.
Looking at the entire Qi State, there are not many people who can compare with his qualifications.
Inside the Chongxuan family, he also sticks to his word. Whatever he says is what he says.
But Zhongxuanzun is obviously too opinionated.
Zhongxuan Mingguang, as a responsible and responsible father, and also as a smart and filial son, has dual identities. Under this situation, he naturally cannot remain silent.
He must maintain the stability within the Chongxuan family, eliminate the atmosphere of conflict between the grandfather and grandson, and push the Chongxuan family towards a longer and brighter future, so that he can have more fun... I'm going too far.
In short, he has to step forward.
“Ahem.” Chongxuan Mingguang cleared his throat: “Let me say a few words about this matter…”
Mr. Chongxuan suddenly stood up from the recliner, almost causing Chongxuan Mingguang, who was sitting on the horse, to fall.
Looking at Chongxuan Mingguang, he is still majestic in his old age.
“Knead, pinch, pinch, I don’t have any strength at all, pinch my butt! I want you to eat less? I have given birth to four sons, but you are the only one who is a loser!”
He just cursed, tossed his sleeves, and strode away angrily.
Zhongxuan Mingguang blinked, looked at the old man's back with some grievance, and then turned to look at his promising son.
Zhong Xuanzun silently unfolded the scroll, stood it up, and covered his face.
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Knowing how precious this period of time is, no one, including Zheng Shangming, came to disturb his acquaintances. Even those who were particularly close to him, such as Yan Fu, were spared the occasional treat.
Jiang Wang devoted himself to practice until the sixth day after the Master's Ceremony.
That is the time to go to Dianjiangtai.
The general station is in the west of the city.
In the past, when going on an expedition, the commander would set up his formation at this point, hence the name "Point Commander's Platform".
Under the general stage, there is a huge school field.
All the elite troops of Qi State, including those that have perished, were reviewed here. Therefore, the atmosphere of killing and fighting in one place could not be dissipated at all.
Standing on the stage and looking out, you can completely imagine the scene of soldiers arraying in the audience and flags flying in the sky. The strong military atmosphere can also easily make people feel the atmosphere of the battlefield.
Jiang Wang has been on the battlefield, so he doesn’t feel uncomfortable in this place.
Ji Zhaonan of Silver Armor Frost Spear is at ease here, very natural.
Comparatively speaking, Zhong Xuanzun, who is fluttering in white, seems not to be suitable here, but in fact he is not awkward at all. On the contrary, he has a sense of coolness that is still calm in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The shape of this platform is very simple. It can be said that it is just an uncovered high platform without even a fence.
Only the stage has various sword marks, knife marks, and gun marks that are profound. It is said that many famous generals from Qi State performed martial arts on this stage, so these marks were left behind.
As the years go by, time wears away all the charm.
However, the direction, strength, and subtleties of these traces left at that time can be slightly restored based on one's own understanding.
Jiang Wang, Ji Zhaonan, and Chong Xuanzun, these three people really have nothing to talk about individually, and even less so together.
Simply sit on one side of the stage, admiring the imprints, and trying to restore the scenes of famous generals performing martial arts in their minds.
When the court official Yi Xingchen came over after the court meeting, he saw such a scene
Three people stand with their backs to each other in a triangle.
Ji Zhaonan stood upright, staring at the ground. The spear named Shaohua in his hand trembled slightly. There was no sound or strong wind. He seemed to be fighting with those famous generals in his mind.
Zhongxuan Zun stood with his hands behind his hands, looking attentively.
There is also the ginger green sheep, squatting on the ground, feeling the traces of martial arts with his fingertips like an old farmer checking the soil.
