Time flies quickly, in an instant, Wen Jin has grown into an adult, a few years have passed, Wen Jin has long been unable to see the perverse appearance of the year, and has become a gentle gentleman like a master.

Seeing that the master was coming, Wen Jin put the pen in his hand aside, greeted him happily, and then remembered something and saluted the master. He called, "Master."

"Wen Jin has grown up, but he is a lot more stable."

Wen Jin, who was praised, was very excited, but he still pretended to be calm. "I don't know what the master is looking for me."

"Your current cultivation is already in the realm of clear text, right?"

"Yes, Master, the apprentice's cultivation is already in the realm of clear text."

"The realm of Mingwen, according to the rules of my Confucianism, is the time for you to enter the world and practice."

"Go down the mountain and practice." Wen Jin's eyes rolled, thinking that he would be able to go out to play soon.

Master Lin Yuxiu knocked Wen Jin's head heavily with a fan.

"Ouch, Master, why are you beating me!"

"Confucianism and entering the WTO are not as simple as you think, don't just think about playing in your head."

"I see, Master." Wen Jin pursed his lips aggrievedly, and there was some grievance in his voice.

"Wen Jin, in the past three years, you have been studying the works of the saint every day, what do you feel?"

Wen Jin thought for a while, and then said: "Confucian, the book is beautiful, and the world is reasonable. Always have a heart of benevolence and righteousness, take it as our responsibility to benefit the people of Li and subdue all living beings in the world, take literature as a tool, and take reason as the way. ”

"That's right." I just hope you really understand these truths. It may be that the apprentice is about to leave far away, and the master's eyes are full of emotion and worry.

The blue sky, the white clouds, and the warm but not hot climate make people feel comfortable. It's just the fluttering catkins, telling the sadness of parting that no one knows. The wanderer who went out, step by step, looked back, and no one sent him.

Wenjin, I will not see you off this time, I only hope that you will cherish it all the way. These were the words left by the master before Wen Jin left, which only made Wen Jin feel a little uncomfortable.

The boy who walked to the mortal world felt very strange at first when he saw everything around him, looking here, looking there, walking and stopping, all the way very slowly.

Until he came to a place called the Kingdom of Wei, and as soon as he got there, Wen Jin smelled a strong smell of smoke mixed with blood, and the ground was piled up with decomposed and half-decomposed corpses, emitting a pleasant putrid stench.

Occasionally, the dying cripple crawled out of the pile of the dead, covered in scars and full of hatred in his eyes, looking like a demon crawling out of hell.

Wen Jin walked over to him and handed him a healing elixir.

The remnant looked at him suspiciously, took the medicine in his hand, and looked a little hesitant.

Wen Jin saw through his hesitation and explained: "This is a healing medicine, don't worry, I don't mean to harm you." You're already like this, and I don't need to hurt you. ”

The cripple put the pill in his mouth. After swallowing it in one gulp, the wounds on his body healed quickly, and even his complexion improved a little.

The remnant gave Wen Jin a look and thanked Wen Jin.

"No thanks, but you can tell me what's going on here?"

"There's a war here, and they're all good people." As he spoke, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Kind people, they're all people, aren't they? Where did the soldier go, why didn't the soldier be seen. ”

"Soldier." The sadness in the man's eyes was replaced by hatred, "Who knows, where the mouse leader is hiding with his little mouse door." The man gritted his teeth, and there was a hint of ridicule in his words.

Wen Jin understood that these people were afraid that they would be abandoned by those in power. I didn't follow the question, the topic was always too heavy.

The sorrow of the man, he could not empathize. But for war, I want to protect the people, which is the duty of my Confucian disciples.

Time flies like a white horse, suddenly. Three years have passed, and Wen Jin has become the national teacher of Wei, and he has made suggestions and suggestions for the outside and the inside, and finally returned a happy land to the people.

Standing on the high ground of the imperial city, overlooking the peaceful and peaceful city below, shouting and bargaining, the people's faces were filled with happy smiles. It's just that this smile made Wen Jin's face a little anxious. Hey, I sighed deeply, the ambition of the king, the hatred of the living, I don't know how long this fragile peace can last.

At this time, a little eunuch walked up to him, bowed down and said, "National teacher, the king is invited."

"I see." Wen Jin bowed slightly, and walked with the eunuch to the king's residence.

"National teacher, you're here."

Wen Jin looked at General Wei Yi beside the emperor, his heart sank, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Your Majesty, you have already decided to attack the Song Kingdom, right?"

Wang, who was sitting on the top seat, looked at Wen Jin and laughed. "Okay, well, I've only been here for a while, and I already know the meaning of calling you alone, and the national teacher is really resourceful. If you and Wei Yi are two good ministers, why worry about not being able to dominate the world. ”

Looking at the ambition overflowing in Wang's eyes, Wen Jin's voice was a little colder. "The king has an overreputation, and the vulgar people in the countryside are afraid of disappointing the emperor's expectations."

"Eh, don't be too modest. This time, I will appoint you as the commander-in-chief, and Wei Yi as the deputy commander. The two of you, one writer and one martial arts, cooperate with each other, and this time the Song Dynasty will be a success. I don't know what the two Aiqing think! ”

Wei Yi immediately bowed, his eyes were firm, and there was no hesitation in his words. "This time to cut the Song Dynasty, the minister will never give up."

Wen Jin didn't speak, he knew that the king called him to give the ultimatum, and it was in vain to persuade him at this time!

Wang looked at General Wei with satisfaction, bowed slightly, and was very satisfied with his attitude. He turned his head again and looked at Wen Jin, with a hint of unhappiness in his tone, "National Teacher, what about you?" ”

Wen Jin put the token symbolizing the national teacher of Wei on the ground in his hand, and then turned around and left.

At this moment, Wang was completely angry, and threw the matching sword in his hand in the direction of Wen Jin, Wen Jin opened the folding fan in his hand, and the sword was knocked down by an invisible force.

The king stood up from the dragon chair excitedly and shouted angrily. "Lin Wenjin, if you take a step forward, you will be a traitor to my Wei State."

"Traitor, I've always been free." Wen Jin said this sentence without stopping a single step.

This sentence completely angered the king, and made him so angry that he couldn't even speak. "Come on, give me this traitor, pull me down and behead me."

Immediately, two pairs of soldiers in armor rushed in and surrounded Wen Jintuan. Wen Jin glanced at them, and when they saw clearly the object they were going to capture, they all stood there together, looking at each other.

"What are you still standing for? Don't hurry up and arrest this minister. ”

Then the soldiers rushed forward together.

Wen Jin looked at them lightly, without a trace of waves in his eyes.

Waving the folding fan in his hand, all the soldiers were swept away by a gust of wind, and sat on the ground crookedly, and when they finally got up again, Wen Jin's figure was gone.