Tick tock.
The ink dripped from the tip of the pen and penetrated into the rice paper, making an ink dot.
Li Ang held up the brush and hesitated to put it down. After a long time, he sighed and put the brush back on the shelf.
After studying in the Academy for so many years, his calligraphy still made little progress. Even with the help of ink silk, his handwriting was neat and tidy but lacked charm.
It’s better to stay and read this half of the mourning post for yourself.
Tuk-tuk-tuk——
There was a brief knock on the door outside the courtyard. Li Ang put the copybook aside, got up and walked to the courtyard to open the door and saw Cheng Juxiu with a stubble.
"I have bailed the teacher out and just sent him home."
The two walked back to the courtyard, using their telekinesis to block the drizzle. As soon as they sat down, Cheng Juxiu said: "It seems that I didn't suffer much. I don't dare to do anything if I want to come to Zhenfusi."
Jun Qianzi detonated hundreds of miles of dams on the Yellow River, causing monstrous floods, and his crimes were countless. His appearance also brought back the memories of many years ago. As the person who indirectly let him go, Pu Liuxuan was once again invited by the Town and Fu Division.
Go investigate.
Li Ang made tea and said sincerely, "Thank you for your hard work, senior brother."
"What's the trouble,"
Cheng Juxiu shook his head and said with a smile: "You, on the other hand, haven't been chilled by those people these days, have you?"
"good."
Li Ang could only smile bitterly.
At that time, in the city of Xingzhou, all the bureaucrats, big and small, as well as the governor's officers and soldiers were assassinated and eliminated by Yajiu at the same time. Only Li Ang, who had a temporary intention to go to Xingzhou, became an unplanned factor.
It was he who sent the news back to Chang'an, Luoyang, and called for support. However, this did not affect the voices within Yu State that doubted him.
Why was it such a coincidence that when Zhao Ming took action, Li Ang appeared in Xingzhou.
Why are there so many Zhuxiao monks present, but Li Ang can come and go freely without even being seriously injured?
Why is it that according to a few eyewitness reports, Li Ang released some kind of secret method in the city and summoned a puppet suspected to be Lu Fengxian? The Academy probably didn't teach it, right?
All kinds of doubts are piling up. If it were anyone else, he would have been imprisoned in the academy or the dungeon of the Zhenfu Division.
That is to say, Shan Changlin did not express anything unusual when he left Tao'an Village, and because Li Ang had a special status, Tantai Leshan and others acted as guarantees, so he was not imprisoned.
Despite this, there is still necessary surveillance. At this moment, there is an unidentified monk hiding in Jinchengfang, silently monitoring Li Ang's home. It is not clear whether he is from the Zhenfu Division or the palace.
The two junior brothers drank tea for a while, and Cheng Juxiu asked: "Will you go to the funeral of the chief mountain tomorrow?"
Li Ang paused for a long time, slowly shook his head and said, "I'm not going."
Like the mountain leader, he only believed in himself and did not believe in the past lives of gods and Buddhas. He believed that everything would be in vain after death. What's more, there will definitely be people who Li Ang doesn't want to see and finds disgusting tomorrow.
"It's okay if you don't go. Let's go."
Cheng Juxiu drank the tea in one gulp, got up and went out.
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Early morning, Ancestral Temple.
The rain that had been lingering on the human world for many days finally stopped. Emperor Yu, dressed in simple mourning clothes, stepped down the steps, and together with Shen Tuyu, Chen Danqiu, and Su Feng, they lifted the mountain chief's coffin.
Following tradition, the coffin was made of dark wood and was very light. There were no bones or remains inside, only a set of clothes and a sword.
But at the same time, it was very heavy, as heavy as a stone, and the four of them were silenced.
The coffin was sent out of the Ancestral Temple, carefully placed on the carriage, and carried by the carriage towards Zhuque Avenue.
School disciples and officials and scholars from the school followed behind in mourning clothes.
The people who spontaneously came to see the mountain leader off on his last journey crowded both sides of the street, holding white flowers in their hands. They bowed their heads in memory when the carriage passed by. The streets in Chang'an were deserted.
The soldiers with solemn faces were either maintaining order on the streets, or standing on tall buildings overlooking the city, alert to possible threats.
Fortunately, everything is safe.
The funeral procession passed through Zhuque Street, drove out of the city from the west gate, headed for Xiashan Mountain, and finally stopped in a cemetery at the foot of Xiashan Mountain.
"The seventh year of Wei Zaiqian's reign is Bingwu."
Following ancient rituals and offering wine, Emperor Yu recited his eulogy in turn. When the coffin sank into the ground and the tomb was covered with the last handful of earth, Lian Xuanxiao's life ended.
The common people were the first to disperse, followed by the disciples from the Academy and other academies. Emperor Yu stood in front of the tomb in memory for a long time, and then he suppressed his sadness and returned to Chang'an with his ministers.
Only the last five people are left in the cemetery: Chen Danqiu, Tantai Leshan, Xue Che, Xi Yangyu and Cui Yixian.
"From now on, the academy will depend on you."
Chen Danqiu slowly raised his head. The cemetery where the crowd had dispersed was deserted. The tombstones stood silently, silently telling the history of the academy.
"Senior brother."
Tantai Leshan's eyes were complicated. Even though he was mentally prepared, at this moment, he still didn't know what to say.
"Do your job well and don't let the teacher down."
Chen Danqiu smiled, took off his mourning clothes, and gently placed them in Tantai Leshan's hands, "Let's go."
Having served as the mountain chief for less than ten days, he turned around gracefully and strode towards the depths of Xia Mountain.
In the deep mountains covered by clouds and fog, a magnificent unknown temple opened its door silently, as if a giant beast opened its gloomy mouth to welcome Chen Danqiu's arrival.
Go into seclusion and break through Linyuan. Only in this way can he have the power to protect the academy and the country of Yu.
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Swordsman Cui Yixian walked silently along the secret path of Chuiyun Lake.
This is his little habit. Whenever he feels irritable or confused about swordsmanship, he will come here for a walk. There are many flying insects on this path, so he rarely encounters those secretly falling in love in the school. student.
Lian Xuanxiao passed away suddenly, and Chen Danqiu entered death without caring about worldly affairs. In just ten days, worldly affairs suddenly changed.
The sword in his hand is not sharp enough.
"Cui Siye?"
The call came from not far away, and a senior male student wearing a school uniform with white cloth hanging on his sleeves trotted over.
"Xuru?"
Cui Yixian frowned. The person who came was also named Cui. He was also from the Cui family in Qinghe. He was his distant nephew in terms of seniority.
However, Cui Yixian is a free and easy-going person, preferring simple and simple swordsmanship to the family that pays attention to red tape. His relationship with the Cui family is not close, and he will never show any favoritism to the younger members of the family who come to the Academy to study. They are just acquaintances.
"Uncle Clan."
Cui Xuru stood still, changed his name, and said with a smile: "You haven't been back to Qinghe for several years. Grandpa wants to see you."
"I saw you at the funeral, no need to say goodbye."
Cui Yixian had no expression on his face, passed his nephew in the distance, and walked straight forward.
Cui Xuru's grandfather, the patriarch of the Cui family in Qinghe, had an old relationship with the mountain chief in his early years, so he appeared at the funeral just now - sitting with the representatives of the five surnames and Qiwang.
Cui Xuru turned around and looked at Cui Yixian's back, lowering his voice and saying, "Your uncle is here too."
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Cui Yixian stopped. He lost his father when he was young and was raised by his uncle. He has always been very grateful that when he became an adult, he married his uncle's daughter as well.
"I'll lead the way."
Cui Xuru suppressed the smile on his face, trotted to lead the way, left the academy, and boarded the carriage.
The carriage drove into Chang'an City and stopped in the backyard of a restaurant. Cui Yixian climbed up to the pavilion and was led into a box by the waiter.
The side room was already filled with members of the Cui family. His uncle huddled awkwardly in the corner of the round table. When he saw him, he couldn't help showing an apologetic expression.
"Yixian,"
At the head of the round table, the white-haired and energetic Cui clan leader stroked his gray beard and said leisurely: "This is the position where the leader of the mountain should sit."
This chapter has been completed!