"Don't panic, don't die, the bureau will still be there."

Xin Zhuo was silent for a long time, smiled, and asked again, "When did Su Miaojin leave?"

"Oops! Thanks to Miss Sue. ”

Han Qiniang's big eyes were shining, and her face was full of admiration: "Miss Su has taken care of the big boss for a whole eighteen days without covering her clothes, and she just went down the mountain, and before leaving, she left a note."

"If you are told to read more, it is called undressing and meticulous."

Murong Xiu corrected Han Qiniang's wrong words, took out a note on the side and handed it to Xin Zhuo, and said with emotion: "Who would have thought that Su Miaojin would be so powerful at the beginning? And repay the grievances with virtue. Sure enough, she is worthy of everyone's beautiful girl, with an extraordinary background, how can she be compared to the sinister and vicious nun princess? ”

completely forgot who instigated the big boss to do her in the first place.

Xin Zhuo coughed violently for a while, took the note, and saw only a row of small characters on it: "The meridians are broken, there is nothing to be done, I hope to cherish it, I will see you again!"

It didn't mean much, and it didn't even mention the three favors promised in advance, but it was just ......

This kindness is really unrequited, and it is even ashamed of what it was done in the first place.

"Help me up! Go down the mountain and get a give! ”

Xin Zhuo coughed vigorously a few more times and sat up with difficulty.

"Big boss, your body ......"

Cui Ying'er was about to refuse sternly, but looking at Xin Zhuo's irrefutable look, she had to sigh and help him up.

Huang Dagui carried Xin Zhuo on his back, and the group hurried to the bottom of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, it was the beginning of the morning, the sky and the earth were gray, and the magnificent carriage on the official road, surrounded by dozens of Nanli veterans, slowly drove away.

Xin Zhuo stubbornly got off Huang Dagui, staggered to the carriage, and bowed seriously.

The carriage seemed to notice something, slowed down slightly, and the curtain was lifted to reveal a pretty face, with a smile on the corner of the mouth, very warm and sincere.

The carriage faded away until it disappeared at the end of the official road with a yellowed mountain view in the morning light.

"Ahem......"

Xin Zhuo coughed violently until his face turned red and then pale.

"Big boss!"

Everyone hurriedly picked him up and hurriedly returned to Fulong Village.

As soon as they entered the village, a group of people couldn't help but be stunned, and hurriedly blocked Xin Zhuo behind them.

I saw twenty people standing in the courtyard, all of them in the Confucian clothes of the Autumn Palace Pavilion, and they were Bai Xuanji, He Liansheng, Li Xiyue, Feng Sanbao and other Quan Yikui students.

Seeing everyone coming back, a group of students immediately bowed down and saluted: "Master Xin! How is the body? ”

"Ahem...... It's just scrapped...... Ahem......"

Xin Zhuo coughed again and looked weakly at the group of people, "Yes, is there something?" ”

Bai Xuanji stepped forward full of worry and hesitated: "Here, there are two things, one is to officially bind the master's ......."

Although they followed Xin Zhuo for a short time, they benefited too much from both the Tao Te Ching and the Art of War, and Xin Fuzi could definitely afford the word "teacher".

As he spoke, the four students behind him were already carrying a large box and putting it aside.

"Second come...... Helian Sheng bowed down and said, "We are here to bid farewell to Xin Fuzi."

"You ...... Ahem, do you have to go? Xin Zhuo asked in surprise.

Helian Sheng said with a heavy expression: "There is news from the capital, Your Majesty is seriously ill, and the masters say that it is already a matter here, and the Autumn Palace Pavilion, including the Water Moon Nunnery, will all go to the capital in the next few days." The Autumn Palace Pavilion will be merged into the Akiyama Academy, and the Suigetsu-an will be merged into the Great Buddha Temple.

At that time, I will wait for the three-year students to enter the court as officials or join the army as generals, and the new students will go to Qiushui Academy to study, so ......"

"Take pen, ink, paper, inkstone!"

Xin Zhuo ignored the opposition of Cui Ying'er and a few others, and struggled down, although the meridians were broken and his body was extremely weak, his limbs could barely move.

Murong Xiu and Han Qiniang didn't know why, so they hurriedly moved tables and chairs, and took out pen, ink, paper, and inkstones.

Xin Zhuo sat down with difficulty under the curious eyes of all the students and bandits, coughed heavily for a while, dipped his brush in ink, and waved his pen to write.

Bai Xuanji and the others were puzzled, and subconsciously looked closer, but they couldn't move their eyes anymore, and their expressions were nervous, excited, and excited.

I saw that on the paper was the remaining volume of "The Art of War".

"Ahem......"

Xindra coughed again, and the cough was heart-palpitating.

"The big boss, I can't write anymore! Your body ......" Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang immediately stopped.

Bai Xuanji and the others also had the heart to stop it, but they had expectations, and they didn't know what to do.

Xin Zhuo pushed Cui Ying'er and the two away vigorously, regardless of it, and continued to write hard.

One, two, three......

One hour, two hours......

Until dusk, nearly a hundred pages had been written, the brush had been haired three times, the ink was almost finished, and Xin Zhuo's face was also frighteningly white.

Cui Ying'er's group and all the students of Yikui House accompanied him for almost a day.

At this moment, the rest of the "Tao Te Ching" and the rest of "The Art of War", including the entire text of "Thirty-six Strategies", have all been written.

"Poof—"

Xin Zhuo wrote the last word, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the thick paper folded together, although it did not affect the view, but it was extremely striking and desolate.

"Big boss!"

"Master!"

The people in the courtyard hurriedly stepped forward.

Xin Zhuo waved his hand to stop it, and looked at the twenty students of Yikui House deadly: "With the "Thirty-six Strategies" and the three scriptures of the Art of War, you copy and read each other, and understand carefully, it is enough to make you superior in the future, and you can all be the master of that person, whether it is governing the world, or marching and fighting, galloping on the battlefield, it is not a problem at all."

cough cough cough ...... This is the life's work of the next, I will only pass on to you twenty people, it has nothing to do with the Autumn Palace Pavilion, cough cough, you are not allowed to pass on the twenty-one people, after remembering, destroy the original manuscript, can you do it? ”

"Follow the teachings!"

Everyone looked at the person in front of them whose body was extremely weak, but who suddenly exuded an incomparably powerful aura, and their hearts were not only awe-inspiring, but also moved.

The book of serious illness and urgency, entrusted with the three classics that can cure the world, the dazzling blood that cannot be washed on the original text all affects their nerves.

Xin Fuzi is amazingly talented, no one can compare!

Unforgettable in this life!

The sentient beings saluted again, and their eyes were already red.

"Good, good, poof—"

Xin Zhuo spurted out a mouthful of old blood again and fainted on his back.

"Master!"

The faces of the salient changed and they stepped forward again.

At this moment, a dull bell sounded at the same time in both the east and west directions, again and again, without stopping.

A group of students subconsciously stopped, listened attentively, and couldn't help but change their faces drastically.

"I'm afraid that the news is coming, Your Majesty has died!"

Helian Sheng's face was extremely pale, and he immediately respectfully picked up the blood-stained manuscript, looked at Xin Zhuo, who was fainting, and said to Cui Ying'er: "I'm leaving, I don't dare to forget the master's teachings, you take care of the master!"

……

All the people have left.

The bells in the distance did not stop.

Xin Zhuo, who was carried back to the bed and lay down, suddenly opened his eyes and summoned Mochizuki Well for the first time.

That's right, for the time being, the meridians are broken, and if you can't use martial arts, Mochizuki Jing can still be recruited.

Looking at the "xxxx" medical skills in the well, and the debts of the twenty students that skyrocketed to fifty to one hundred, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he muttered:

"The dog said, the seeds have been planted, I am willing to cut my body, dare to pull the emperor off the horse, and I will continue to kill Xin Zhuo for the rest of my life, I will definitely punish the Water Moon Nunnery and the Autumn Palace Pavilion, sacrifice the world's warriors as the spirit, and reason with your bullshit Da Zhou Jiangshan!"