What scholars talk about is nothing more than cultivating one’s moral integrity, regulating one’s family, governing the country, and bringing peace to the world.
It seems that the Master has never been married, nor has he held any official position. Although he often pretends to take the world as his own responsibility, in fact, these things have little to do with him. It seems that all he can do is
All that's left is self-cultivation.
To be honest, he did a pretty good job in this matter. He had three meals a day, went to bed on time, meditated in the morning and evening, sat quietly and thought about his own life, and did not care about the faults of others in small talk.
Even if such a big event happened in the academy today, it could not disrupt his work and rest time. After washing his feet while the boy was waiting on him, he went up to the second floor alone.
The place where the master lived was named Sanshenglou, which means to examine myself three times a day. He walked slowly upstairs and lit a stick of incense. Before going to bed every night, he would meditate in the room and meditate on the sutras.
, recall what you did during the day.
Did I study today, did I do bad things, did I have any evil thoughts?
I pondered over and over again until I had figured everything out before going to sleep.
Boom...boom...boom
The Master, who was meditating, suddenly heard a knock on the window from outside. He suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes, which had always been cloudy, became clear and sharp at this moment.
Boom...boom...boom
One sound after another, neither urgent nor slow, neither slow nor urgent.
The master held the knife, a paper knife, and leaned back on the table, staring at the window.
Boom...boom...boom
The master grabbed the chess piece in the chess box, waved his hand and threw it out. The chess piece penetrated the window paper, and the noise outside finally stopped.
Whoosh.
Suddenly there was a sound of breaking through the air, and the seven chess pieces thrown by the master were returned unchanged. The master's hand was like lightning, and his hand flashed like a ghost, and he caught all seven chess pieces in the palm of his hand.
The two sides were silent across the window. The master weighed the chess pieces in his hands and was shocked. There were slight cracks on them. Of course, this was not caused by the master, but the mysterious man outside pinched the chess pieces with his fingers. In this way, his finger strength can be called
fear.
Who is here...
The master's heart was spinning, and the other party had not yet shown up, so he felt dangerous. This feeling of danger was something that the master had not experienced for a long time.
He looked over and saw seven holes in the window, and in one of the holes was an eye.
When the Master is looking at the other person, the other person is also looking at him.
"Since you're here, why don't you show up and pretend to be a ghost?" the master said.
Squeaky.
With a burst of sound, the window was pushed open, and a figure flashed into the room and stood in front of the Master.
The other party was dressed in black robes, with disheveled hair, a face that was thin and gaunt, like a skeleton covered in human skin, but his eyes were sharp.
The other person was neither human nor ghost, half demon and half devil, but the master still recognized him at first sight.
"Long time no see." The master sighed, but did not put down the paper knife in his hand: "I didn't expect you to be alive."
"You are not dead yet." Meng Xuanqing said: "It seems that you are living better than me, but can you put down the knife first? It's fine if you don't prepare to entertain your old friends when you see them, just keep holding the knife
What's going on?"
"I haven't seen you for so many years, I thought you were dead." The master put the knife on the table, but he could still reach it with his hand: "I don't come to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. What is the purpose of coming here this time?"
"The princess is dead."
"Ah, why is she dead?" The master was startled, then calmed down: "After so many years, you and I have become like this, she... deserves to die."
Meng Xuanqing stared at the expression on his face, sighed for a while, and said nothing.
The Li family's royal family swept through the Nineteen Kingdoms and ended the troubled times. Naturally, they caused a lot of killings in the process. Of course, they would kill all the remaining members of the Nineteen Kingdoms. The people who had subjugated their country had an undying desire to restore their country, and they united together to form the Nineteen Kingdoms' Rebellion.
Martial Arts Alliance. During that period, assassinations against the imperial family occurred one after another, and naturally they also received strong suppression from the empire.
In fact, this so-called anti-military alliance was not united internally. Each had its own interests and demands, and often had the mentality of murdering people and setting fires, and I will come to the wine pool and meat forest. The final disintegration became a natural thing.
Master Meng was the prince of the old Lu Kingdom. With the help of the Nineteen-Nation Alliance, he established an academy to cultivate talents for the Restoration Alliance. He only waited for the opportunity to come in the future, raised his arms and rose up.
Of course, too much time has passed. Almost all the people who made this plan are dead. And the younger generation of the Restoration Alliance is actually in a situation where there is no successor. Even people like Master Meng have gradually forgotten the establishment of the academy.
The purpose. At his age, all he wants to do is teach a few more students. As for when he will die, it is not something he can decide.
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Tonight's operation is going smoothly for Yan Bugui so far. As long as he takes away the Chinese miracle doctor and heals Hei Zhen's injuries, everything will be back on the right track.
But things couldn't develop as he wanted, and he was discovered in the end.
It was Ma Meng who discovered him. Ma Meng had a stomachache. When he got up at night, he saw a sneaky figure acting suspiciously.
"Who is that?" He yelled on the spot.
Yan Bugui was agitated. After all, he had a guilty conscience. He didn't dare to delay, so he quickened his pace and fled down the mountain.
If he didn't run away, Ma Meng might not dare to confirm it. But as soon as the other party escaped, Ma Meng immediately realized that something was wrong.
"Come here, a thief is coming."
Ma Meng jumped up on the spot, jumped several feet, and followed Yan Bugui closely. Although this old martial artist was old, his body-lighting skills were still not weak at all.
After all, Yan Bugui was carrying one person on his back, and Hua Zhengze was fatter, so his speed was naturally slowed down. When he reached the Spring Viewing Platform halfway up the mountain, he was overtaken by Ma Meng.
"There are thieves out there. If you don't catch them easily, be careful of Grandpa Ma's big knife." Ma Meng bluffed, but the truth was that he was in a hurry and didn't bring a knife. It would be dangerous to fight the opponent with bare hands.
Ma Meng yelled and screamed, which also alerted the academy's night watchman. Zhang Liu carried a big stick on his shoulder and blocked Yan Bugui's way.
"Hey, good boy, it's you again. Grandpa Six will give you a good lesson today."
Song Hanzhi held a green-edged sword, jumped several feet, and came along the rugged mountain road.
"Good thief, are you the book thief?"
Yan Bugui didn't show up, but as soon as he showed up, he was surrounded by three masters. The kung fu of any of these three people was not weaker than him.
Cheng Dalei hid in the dark and grinned subconsciously: How could things end up like this? The academy must be too vigilant.
He wondered whether he should secretly help Yan Bugui, but facing the three masters, Cheng Dalei was indeed powerless.