Wan Zhang was sitting upright in his room, writing.
It is already three poles high in the sun.
Yan Lu suggested to him that classes should be suspended today and have a day off. After all, there was a big battle last night, and many Confucian disciples participated in fire-fighting and other actions.
Three teachers, Zhang Liang, Fu Nian and Yan Lu, were also infected by the Corpse God Curse. Twelve hours have not yet come and they are still unable to use their internal energy.
But Wan Zhang didn't agree to the holiday because the sky hadn't fallen yet.
Wan Zhang held the pen and transcribed the classics left by the Confucian sages one stroke at a time.
The handwriting is neat, clear and generous.
He was copying at the table attentively, just like that student back then, as he had been for decades.
The scenery of Xiaoshengxianzhuang is still beautiful, with blue sea and sky, magnificent and exquisite architecture, just like a fairyland.
There are a few white clouds hanging in the sky.
Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door.
Fu Nian wore a dark green Confucian robe, a jade pendant on his waist, and held a scroll of bamboo slips as he pushed open the door and entered.
"Master, Master..." Fu Nian shouted in defense repeatedly.
"What's the matter!? Why are you so angry?" Wan Zhang frowned. Although he still couldn't use his inner strength, he was not angry or intimidated.
"This..." Fu Nian was speechless when asked by Wan Zhang.
Because he didn't know what to say to his teacher next.
"Huh?" Wan Zhang's face changed slightly when he saw Fu Nian's expression, fearing that something was wrong.
But what harm could happen?
After taking inventory last night, although a lot of flammable materials were found in the library, they were not ignited. There were many books. Although a house was burned down, Junior Brother Wei Yan defeated two people with one against two and defeated the trap.
The killer and the protector of the Yin Yang family, this incident will definitely make his reputation famous.
"Uncle Wei Yan...he's gone." Fu Nian thought for a moment and then told Wan Zhang truthfully.
"What!" Wan Zhang was startled. The pen he was about to drop hung in the air, motionless. It wasn't until a drop of ink fell on the bamboo slip that he realized what he was doing and put the pen on a shelf aside.
"Tell me again, Junior Brother Wei Yan, what's wrong with him?" Wan Zhang stood up, walked around the table, walked to Fu Nian, looked at Fu Nian and said.
"Uncle Wei Yan, in order not to tire us out with training, he has left Little Saint Xian Manor. When I was in class today, Uncle Wei Yan came. Uncle Wei Yan is always punctual, which made the disciple very confused. When the disciple went to look for him, he discovered
Uncle Wei Yan has already left, leaving only this letter." Fu Nian said slowly, and at the same time handed the bamboo slip in his hand to Wan Zhang.
As for his class, he asked Yan Lu, who was passing by, to take over his class.
Wan Zhang quickly took the bamboo slip, opened it and read it carefully.
It's still the familiar font of Junior Brother Wei Yan, but it looks a little better than before.
It seems that he is working hard to practice calligraphy on weekdays.
The words Tian Yan left in his letter would probably mean this when translated into vernacular: "Senior Brother Wan Zhang, Senior Brother Xun, Senior Nephew Fu Nian, Senior Nephew Yan Lu, and Senior Nephew Zhang Liang.
I have already left when you read this letter. I am sorry to leave without saying goodbye. I am being hunted by the Qin State. Yesterday's disaster was caused by me.
I don’t want to bring trouble to you all, but I will repay the kindness of taking you in, teaching you, and solving your doubts. I will make a grass ring in the future to repay you.”
After reading this letter, Wan Zhang's face was ashen.
This old man, who had no composure when facing the snare and the murderous weapon when his internal strength was exhausted, was furious at this moment.
"Zhao Gao, Donghuang Taiyi, Li Si..." Wan Zhang recited these names silently in his heart.
Wan Zhang can understand what Junior Brother Wei Yan is thinking. After all, the Yin Yang family has a notorious reputation, and even the Qin State has the potential to engulf the world.
"Junior brother Wei Yan, why are you so stupid..." Wan Zhang thought silently in his heart, is he the one who is afraid of being implicated?
At the same time, he was becoming more and more moved in his heart.
Would you rather face this alone?
You have been with me for so many days, is this the kind of person you think I am?
"I just regret that during last night's battle, I fell into the tricks of the Yin Yang family. Even if I had to save more time to develop my inner strength, if so, the assassins in the trap would have already..." Wan Zhang whispered, because of years of study and self-cultivation, he has already
The murderous intention that had been dormant for many years became violent again.
He has high hopes for Junior Brother Wei Yan even more than Fu Nian. Now that Luo Wang, Yin Yang Family, and Gui Valley's Gai Nie have done something like this, how can he not be angry?
At the same time, Qin Guoting Lieutenant Li Si, who was far away in Xianyang, and Zhao Gao, who was far away in Daze Mountain, both felt an inexplicable chill on a whim.
Especially for Zhao Gao, this is already the second disgusting and annoying thing he has encountered in the past few days.
Since Mencius, Confucianism has not produced many geniuses who can really dominate the world in recent years. As for running a country...
Han Fei and Li Si, who are still known as great talents in Legalism, propped up the facade of Xiaoshengxianzhuang.
Li Si was an imperial officer of the Qin State. Needless to say, Han Fei was a talent that the King of Qin wanted to obtain even if he did not hesitate to launch a war, even if he died in the Qin State later.
After Jing Ke assassinated Qin, one of the crimes committed by the Mohist family among the Qin kings was: "Killing the great Legalist Han Feizi."
Some people even said: "Confucius and Mencius are just words. If you really want to govern the country, you still need to look to Xun Xue!" Such remarks!
This was certainly irritating, but what was even more irritating was that he had no way to refute it.
Because that's the truth.
It took a lot of effort to create a man like Wei Yan, who has extremely high talent in martial arts. In the future, he may be as powerful as Zhuangzi of Taoism, Taiyi of the East Emperor of Yin Yang family, and Guiguzi, the predecessor of Guigu sect, and dominate the world. At the same time,
His literary talent is also extremely high, and he may become a genius like Han Fei or Li Si.
Relying on those four sentences, "Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry on the unique knowledge for the past saints, and create peace for all generations." Junior Brother Wei Yan is already famous and will go down in history, and his momentum has been created.
After thinking for a long time, the gloom on Wan Zhang's face dissipated and he regained his composure. He waved his hand to Fu Nian and said, "Please step aside first. The students are still waiting for you to teach me. I have my own thoughts on this matter."
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"Yes, Master." Fu Nian bowed respectfully to Wan Zhang, then turned and left.
Master's calmness now is different from the past. The calmness in the past was as warm as the spring breeze. The calmness now is a precursor to the coming storm.
Seeing his disciple Fu Nian leaving, Wan Zhang stood there holding the letter left by his junior brother Wei Yan.
No one knows what he is thinking at this moment.
Suddenly, a voice that seemed to contain magic sounded from behind Wan Zhang.
"Brother Wan Zhang, please wait until you get angry."
Wan Zhang changed his mind and came back.
"It's you!"
"It's me."
Behind Wan Zhang, there is a figure shrouded in a black robe. The black robe is also decorated with gold accessories.