"Haha, good, good! It's a pity that I am not in Beijing at this time, otherwise I would have to invite those old fellows to a feast, so that they can see that the old man has a successor, and there are a hundred times more than their disciples and grandchildren. ”

The joy of occasionally getting a good disciple has diluted a lot of the sorrow in his heart, and it is difficult for Chang Wei to smile a little more on his face after being depressed for many days.

But soon, thinking of the old friend who had cut off the correspondence with him for no reason, and the Son of Heaven who still didn't know his safety in the palace, the smile on the old imperial history dissipated like a mist.

After a long sigh, a thousand words came to his lips and choked.

"The old man doesn't love money in his life, and his family has nothing to do with you except for a thousand books. ”

"Those scriptures and miscellaneous sayings are all read and annotated by the old man himself, which may be helpful in his studies, if the old man has an accident, he will send them all to you as a souvenir, and it is also the only ...... that I, an incompetent teacher, can do for my students."

Chang Wei's words are difficult to hide, but there is a pessimistic meaning that he has already entrusted the future.

Ning Caichen opened his mouth, deliberately trying to comfort his newly recognized division commander.

However, seeing Chang Wei suddenly turn around, he strode to the saddle, turned over, and when he came back to his senses, he had changed back to his previous graceful and calm appearance.

It's just that there is a little spark in his eyes, but he can't hide it and splash out.

"Teacher ......"

Ning Caichen hesitated and tried to ask, but Chang Wei stopped his actions as if he was a prophet.

"I know what you mean, but how to say that the old man has also passed the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, and he is not worried about life and death. ”

"Do what you want for the rest of your life, but the country and the people are safe, and the Holy Son of Heaven will rule by the arch. ”

"But now the dynasty is disordered, traitors are in charge, this place is only more than ten miles away from Kyoto, there are still demons for chaos, not to mention the world, how bitter are the people?"

"The Son of Heaven, the father of all the people in the world, why should he abandon all the people for his own time?!"

"This time I entered Beijing, the old man has already held his consciousness, if I can return the innocence of the world with my own crippled body, it will not be in vain for me to go on such a journey in the world!"

"I have made up my mind, Ning Sheng should not be persuaded to be a teacher again. ”

Ning Caichen was silent for a while.

Although it is only a few days of contact, I have to say that such a righteous and rigid but not pedantic Confucian is still easy to make people feel good.

Especially the king has no way, knowing that the magic of the demon monk in the court is monstrous, but he is still not afraid of life and death, and is willing to give up his half-decayed body to give advice to all the people in the world.

This loyal heart may seem a little pedantic in the eyes of everyone in the chat group, but it is a great Confucian who has studied the way of Cheng Zhu all his life, and he is limited by the times, but he still hands in the perfect answer sheet.

"Disciple beware!"

Holding the wide Confucian robe, Ning Caichen bowed to the other party seriously.

It is not only to respect the teacher, but also to respect the fearlessness of "knowing that there are tigers in the mountains and going to the tiger mountains", and the persistence of practicing the belief concept of a lifetime.

"Great goodness!"

Chang Wei stroked his beard and smiled, but he was indescribably chic after knowing his chest.

"Time is running out, this place is less than half a day's journey away from the ban, and I still need to bother you to endure it again. ”

"The old man is more and more eager to meet the Pudu National Master and ask him what he wants to do like this?"

Whipping the horse, I saw that the group was heading towards the final goal, the majestic and solemn Forbidden City.

......

On the other side, the Forbidden City's Jinluan Palace.

After the morning of this day, the Manchu Dynasty gradually left, but the hall did not show the slightest empty and lonely scene.

More small yellow doors poured in, holding pots and pots in their hands, and there was some kind of black-brown reddish unknown liquid inside, exuding an inexplicable pungent odor.

In front of the throne, the Son of Heaven of Zhengde waved his sleeves to cover his mouth and nose with a look of disgust, and the two old men beside him stood on the left and the right.

I saw that the little yellow doors in the hall were smearing the unknown liquid on the ground, and from time to time, the children of the national teachers stood up to correct the patterns they had sketched.

"National Teacher, are you sure that this thing can help me soar to the top? Why do I think that this filthy and ominous thing doesn't seem to have that kind of function?"

Zhengde Tianzi tilted his head to the left, pretending to complain unintentionally.

There, an old monk dressed in Zen clothes and covered in gold powder stood silently, holding a staff in his hand, it was Pudu Cihang.

"Your Majesty has the blessing of the dynasty's luck and the ancestor's will, which is a blessing and a shackle, and the avenue is obedient to the induction, but it is impossible to find the glimmer of heaven that escapes. ”

"Only in this Jinluan Palace, with ominous things, mixed with the blood of the aura of three thousand boys and girls that has not yet been dissipated, can Your Majesty take off the shackles and achieve transcendence with the help of the luck of the country. ”

Hearing this, Pudu Cihang was not annoyed by being questioned, and patiently turned around and explained with a smile.

It's just that in the depths of his eyes, this smile seems quite meaningful, with a slight hint of bad intentions, but it is well concealed.

"That's the case, it's really troublesome for the national teacher. ”

Zhengde Tianzi laughed heartily twice, as if he did not doubt him.

And behind his right head, Mo Wendao, who had a white face, always had a gloomy face, vigilantly facing Pudu Cihang, without the slightest slackness.

"By the way, if this matter is done, what the national teacher did can be described as the first merit of the Immortal Dynasty, I don't know what reward the national teacher wants to ask me?"

has begun to imagine the beautiful vision of becoming an immortal, and the son of Zhengde Tianzi even uses the word immortal dynasty unconsciously.

"It is the duty of a courtier to share worries for His Majesty, and the poor monk is a vulgar person in the countryside, and it is already the best reward to be favored by the Son of Heaven and hold the authority, how dare you ask for it again?"

Pudu Cihang is still as humble as before, as if the great teacher who leans towards the government and the opposition is not him at all.

"Haha, what the national teacher said is also true, vainly trying to use my Son of Heaven Dragon Qi and the Ming Dynasty to turn into a dragon, this great dynasty really has nothing that can make you look at it. ”

The son of Zhengde smiled very naturally, but what he said made the smile that Pudu Cihang was about to echo suddenly freeze on his face.

"What Your Majesty said, the poor monk can't listen to it very ......"

When the success was over, Pudu Cihang stiffened his face and tried to deny it.

"Hehe, your two henchmen have been rebelled against me and told me everything about your plots, what else do you have to quibble?"

"Come on, kill this fang with me!"

Before Pudu Cihang realized that something was wrong and started to do it, the Son of Heaven of Zhengde suddenly grabbed the jade seal in his hand, and took out a Ming Huang imperial decree from his sleeve, and printed it without looking at it.

Suddenly, a bad feeling came to his heart, and Pudu Cihang only felt that the backlash of the dynasty's luck was overwhelming, and with it, there was Mo Wenwen, who had already brewed a killing move.

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