Time flies.

In a blink of an eye, it has been five years since Zhao Rui and Qinglian lived on the Great Wall, and in these five years, Zhao Rui became the private school of the Great Wall people, although he lived frugally, but overall he was quite passable.

The Great Wall people are not poor, of course, this refers to the good family, which does not include those scavengers and prisoners with black faces, they are really poor, and most of them do not live long.

With his outstanding knowledge, Zhao Rui gained respect, and many people in the border towns heard that there was a highly learned Confucian who opened a school in Chengguan, and they rushed to study with their children.

In the same way, it also brought more or less restraints, those with a more solid family background will have hundreds of copper coins, and those with a slightly worse family background will follow the example of the master back then, and send ten pieces of bacon, and then ...... No matter how bad it is, I won't send my child to school.

Zhao Rui doesn't shirk these, although he doesn't care about his material enjoyment, but Qinglian practices martial arts, but he is a big gold swallower, and he can't tolerate his generosity, but when he restricts his belly, he will always bluntly say that he is not worthy of the title of Confucian.

It is also true, although the great Confucianism does not necessarily have to cultivate to the high level of the Holy Dao or even the human immortal, but the righteousness of the body is by no means close to a gang of horse thieves...... Zhao Rui is still far away.

But people call him "Great Confucian" that is what it means, and they don't really regard him as a Great Confucian, jokes, dignified Confucian, that is an ordinary character like Wenqu Xing, how can it be possible for their children to be tutors?

Qinglian is still a maverick and seems very withdrawn, and no one can play with him, to be exact...... No one has ever seen him play, and sometimes, even Zhao Rui feels that Qinglian is calm and self-controlled.

Never crying.

Never sad.

Never have fun.

Not like a child.

It's more like an emperor who was born to sit on a cold throne, look around, and be cold in the heights.

In five years, Zhao Rui, with the help of some students' parents, built a mud house, spent part of his savings, and the rest, in addition to maintaining daily expenses, was all used to configure the secret medicine called "Red Blood".

In fact, back then, Zhao Rui had also practiced martial arts for a period of time, and the formula of "Red Face Blood" was also obtained at that time.

But his talent is not in this, so adhering to the principle of "parents are here, not far away", after the death of his parents, he went all the way to the west, planning to study abroad, but unfortunately, just out of the Great Wall Pass, he was taken back by horse thieves to do the accounting room.

At this time, Qinglian had officially stepped into the realm of a martial arts master.

Eight-year-old martial arts master!

This kind of talent is simply appalling.

What Li Bai taught Qinglian was not his own cultivation of the Taishang Sutra, not to hide his selfishness, but to have a different power system, so now he has rarely used a magic pen, Qinglian Sword Song and other swordsmanship.

Although sword cultivation cultivates swords, to some extent, it is actually more like a mage than a warrior, and he can take the head of the enemy from a distance, rather than rushing forward and fighting the enemy closely.

For Qinglian, the most suitable thing is still to practice martial arts.

It's just that this path is still different from the traditional martial arts, but the path taken by the martial arts practitioners in the post-mythological era in Li Baifeng's memory.

The end point is directed at the land immortals, who have lived for thousands of years, although they are inferior to the true immortals, but their combat effectiveness is as good as that of the gods.

On this day, the Great Wall ushered in a great battle.

When I climbed the city and looked at it, I saw a large number of Turkic iron horsemen wearing sheepskin jackets and bows and swords, and there was no end in sight, and naturally I couldn't tell how many of them were.

For the vast majority of people, there is not much difference between 10,000 and 100,000.

Therefore, in the face of the Beiyi army that claimed to have 100,000 iron cavalry, the entire Great Wall was panicked, and even the smile on Hua Arc's face completely disappeared, and he kept a bitter face all day long, worried about when the enemy would start attacking the city.

The Turks were still very strong during this period, not to mention the weakness they were twenty years later.

The Great Wall was besieged, and the private school was stopped.

Zhao Rui did not go home, but went directly to the school field, trained with the soldiers every day, and even became the chief of the militia who was temporarily recruited to help the militia defending the city, and could command ten people.

Qinglian also wants to go.

Zhao Rui, who was usually mild-tempered, was rarely furious: "Absolutely impossible!"

"Don't think that you can be complacent if you have some achievements in martial arts, even those martial arts masters who have been martial arts masters for a long time dare not enter the battle formation. ”

"What's more, you're a doll with no actual combat experience!"

In fact, in the past five years, Li Bai secretly instructed Qinglian, hunted and killed many vicious thieves, and once took advantage of Zhao Rui's absence to go out of the Great Wall and kill a demon seed.

Although his actual combat experience is not rich, it is by no means small - Li Bai is not the kind of teacher who talks on paper.

It's just that these words can't be spoken.

Otherwise, the consequences will be far more serious than they are now.

An honest and mild-tempered person like Zhao Rui is the most terrifying once he starts a fire.

Zhao Rui left angrily, and said before leaving: "If I find that you leave home half a step today, from now on, you and I will break off your righteousness, and I will never care about you again, so you can fend for yourself." ”

Qinglian nodded and added, "Stay safe." ”

Zhao Rui's departing back paused, and her tone gradually softened: "Hmm." ”

They depend on each other, and neither of them wants the other to leave first, this feeling, he understands.

So Qinglian could only stay at home and practice swordsmanship.

He only officially purchased a fine green steel sword a few days ago, which is not a sword, just the most ordinary iron sword, but if it is infused with true qi, it can be indestructible.

Therefore, the courtyard is full of swords.

Li Bai watched silently, outside of the gods, he now has plenty of time to think, not to think about life, but to think about the laws of heaven and earth.

Although it is not possible to meditate and practice, in the same way, the cultivation is not only an increase in the number of true elements, knowledge is power, and for true cultivators, it also works.

It's just that the knowledge mentioned here is more inclined to the perception of the rules of the world, and this point, for Li Bai, who has watched the entire Genesis, is naturally not a problem, he can already predict that if he returns to the ontology this time, his strength will definitely usher in a wave of explosions.

At that time, no amount of effort will be worth it.

Just as Hua Arc passed by the door, the probe asked, "Is Brother Zhao here?"

Qinglian said coldly: "No, I'm going to the school." ”

Hua Arc looked in with a smile and praised: "Xiaobai, you are diligent, it would be nice if my children could have half of you, if you are lucky enough to save your life and go home this time, you must discipline them well!"

His son is also four and a half years old this year.

Qinglian had an indifferent face and ignored him.

The flower arc is also used to being choked, and Xiaoxiao is about to leave.

Li Bai looked at his back, and suddenly wanted to rush out of the sea of Qinglian and beat his father-in-law.

Then he pulled his collar and told him: "My wife can practice martial arts if she wants to, and if she doesn't want to practice, she won't practice, if you dare to force her, I will beat you!"

Mulan's childhood was too hard, which was a thorn in his heart.

But he couldn't change it.

Not to mention that if he behaves indiscriminately in this world, will he trigger the space-time paradox and encounter the sanction of the corrective forces of space-time, he has some doubts about the authenticity of this world alone.

In fact, he felt that all this was more like he had traveled into the memories of the Qinglian boss.

In the afternoon, a mysterious old man wearing a white cloak and a hood passed by the door, and also looked in, and saw Qinglian glaring at him angrily, but he didn't care, but smiled and said, "Little guy, do you want to be an assassin?"

Qinglian didn't bother to pay attention to him.

This is a neurotic, right?

Passing by other people's doors, he probed his brain, and asked people if they wanted to be assassins?

The mysterious old man chuckled, "There is hatred hidden in your eyes, you want to kill, you want revenge, so why not become an assassin? ”

Qinglian's thin lips spat out a word: "Get out." ”

He was already in a bad mood, and it was even worse to meet this unknown old man.

"I'm waiting for you to change your mind. The old man threw in a white flute and said leisurely, "When the time comes, blow this bone flute, and someone will come to pick you up." ”

His voice grew deeper.

"When the hearts of the world blindly follow the so-called truth, remember that all things are false.

When the actions of the world are governed by morality or law, remember – all things are true.

We work in the darkness to serve the light, so don't think of us too badly. ”

The old man lifted his white robe and left lightly, leaving Qinglian standing in place, holding the bone flute tightly in his hand, and after a while, he threw it directly on the ground and crushed it with one kick.

"Oh, Assassin. ”