In the early morning, the first rays of sunlight shone on the Lanxian Pavilion compound.

Xing Fuzi had already walked into the main hall with a small basket and a decent Confucian shirt.

He is a member of the Ministry of Rites, and he is also the priest of the "Guozi Academy" of the Imperial Academy of Heaven.

Together with his colleagues, he was invited into the Jiang family to educate the two descendants of the Jiang family for seven days, and he chose the son who returned home.

Although the prince didn't buy him in the past seven days, he felt that with his own talents, he would eventually influence this bad man.

Entering the main hall, the prince really sat upright, waiting, satisfied, sat down in the lower book, took out the book and began to explain, and then glanced at the prince, the prince still ignored it, as if he was writing something, as usual.

Xing Fuzi shook his head and explained the scriptures from shallow to deep.

After a while, I saw Shizi take out two letters and hand them to the maid not far away, the maid hurriedly walked out, and he suddenly looked over: "I want to ask Mr. a question!"

Let's try it soon, everyone. 】

Xing Fuzi put down the book, his face was full of solemnity, and his heart said that the opportunity had come, and he stroked his beard and smiled slightly: "Shizi ask!"

Xin Zhuo pondered for a moment: "If I have a grudge against two people, and I want to write a letter to them, how should I write it?"

"Has the prince ever thought about why he has a grudge against two people? If you have an enmity with one person, maybe that person is not, but if you have an enmity with two people, is it because there is something wrong with the son? ”

Xing Fuzi is serious, and his thinking is no longer aimed at the problem of the son of the world itself.

Xin Zhuo smiled: "One day, these two people had a brain disease and splashed me with, is it also my fault?"

"Hmm......" Master Xing was silent for a while, and continued to brush his beard: "The old man thinks that although this matter is immoral, it is indeed a bit bad, but if the prince of the world is generous, turns the conflict into a jade silk, and repays the grievances with virtue, so that the two of them are grateful, is it more able to reflect the demeanor of the superior and spread a good reputation for a while?"

Xin Zhuo said: "First of all, I don't want a good name, and secondly, they won't be grateful!"

Xing Fuzi frowned: "The old man is curious, why did those two people splash the prince with pickles?"

Xin Zhuo said: "I said, their brains are pumped!"

Xing Fuzi sighed: "Why can't the prince of the world not worry about mediocrity, clean himself, and be proud of the world?"

Xin Zhuo said: "I can't do it, I want to them!"

Xing Fuzi frowned, and his thoughts were a little confused: "When is the time for revenge, the enemy will take revenge, won't there be more and more enemies in the future, and it will be unfavorable to himself?"

Xin Zhuo waved his hand indifferently: "It doesn't matter, the strong have always been alone!"

"The strong man ......" Xing Fuzi looked him up and down, "The old man still thinks that he can't ...... like this"

Xin Zhuo interrupted: "Sir, you might as well think about it from another angle, if I don't get angry, I will be depressed and do irrational things, if I am not rational, the Jiang family will not be at peace, the Jiang family will not be at peace, and maybe the 300,000 Western Qin troops on the border will not be at peace."

Then it caused the court to shake, and the court shook and the Great Zhou Dynasty was also chaotic, and the Great Zhou Dynasty was in turmoil, and the countries of the Quartet were also unstable, and there would be a big war! In the end, the whole world rioted, causing the universe to explode, the destruction of humanity, and the dissolution of nothingness! ”

"Ah, this ......" Master Xing's body trembled, and his eyes widened.

Xin Zhuo concluded: "The so-called cook who does not want to be a tailor is not a good soldier, and the master does not understand the truth of this?"

Xing Fuzi stroked his beard quickly: "The old man has to brush it!"

……

The noon sun shines on the huge Buddha statue of the Great Buddha Nunnery, exuding a golden afterglow, as if the entire Buddha Nunnery is shrouded in sacred Buddha light.

In the secluded side hall, the old soul exterminator of the dragon bell slowly opened the letter, and the old eyes of Gujing Wubo widened a little, and he saw a line of words written on it:

"Soul destroyer old bald donkey, look at the sword! I already knew that you and the old ghost of the East had a leg, and the two of you have a strong affection for me, and the world knows it! Did the old ghost of the East tell you that sentence: Dear Mrs. Shi is from the old man, right? ”

The old man's hand trembled rapidly, she hadn't been angry for a long time, but her disciple had been arrested, and now the other party had sent such a vulgar letter, and the mud bodhisattva still had three points of fire.

couldn't help but throw it aside: "Ignorant child! How can the old nun spare you! ”

……

Qiufeng Academy, nearly 100 pavilions and pavilions, quite antique charm, but today's students in wide robes and Confucian shirts are in a hurry, as if they have something on their minds.

In a remote pavilion, Mr. Dongfang, who sat cross-legged behind the book, dressed in a washed white robe, with silver-white hair, and a boring veteran, like a country farmer, also opened the letter at this moment:

"The old ghost of the East, the first horseman! Bearded old thief! Thou shalt return to the Nine Springs on the same day, and what face will thou see the fathers and the ancestors? You are narrow-minded, vain as a master, vain claiming to be edifying, but you have no room for people, you are shameless, you don't know how to hide and shrink your head, and you don't know how to pretend to be a master in front of me. Now I will arrest your subordinates, women will be turned, men will be abolished, and in the future, I will shave your beard and hair, and let the world see the ugly face of your old horseman! ”

Mr. Dongfang put down the letter, his face still with a blank look, but his right hand trembled imperceptibly.

"What is the matter, Master?"

There were two people sitting below.

A boy with a bun and a heroic 20-year-old girl, a majestic and long boy.

Mu Qing'er and Ling Huyi, the third-year students of Qiufeng Academy, ranked among the top ten among the 3,000 students in the full academy, and they joined the door of Mr. Dongfang half a year ago, and they are all talented people.

Mr. Dongfang handed over the letter: "As you just guessed!"

Mu Qing'er took it, glanced at it casually, and couldn't help but scold angrily: "This son of the Jiang family is so evil, do you really think that the Jiang family is omnipotent?"

Ling Huyi also frowned and said in a deep voice: "At the feet of the Son of Heaven, the capital is important, this Jiang Shizi has no king's law, he should be beaten and beaten!" This letter is full of vulgarity and messy words, and it is the words of a child in the market, sir, you cherish it! ”

Mr. Dongfang smiled slightly, and his expression was full of emotion: "It's okay, but he fell behind, and it was the old man who looked down on him!"

……

"I fell down, but I'm cool! Cool word is not sold! I don't know if Mr. Xing has been happy? ”

In "Lanxian Pavilion", Xin Zhuo curiously asked Master Xing, who had turned pale.

"The old man has never been happy! That's it for today's lesson! ”

Xing Fuzi angrily threw down his sleeves and got up to leave, but his body was a little more depressed.

"Sir, go slowly!"

Xin Zhuo smiled and continued to play with the two small swords in his hand, which were the "natal elite soldiers" of the two dead little grandmasters of the Jiang Mansion who were looking for the cicada clothes to come.

Breaking through the realm of the little grandmaster, it is necessary to make a "natal elite soldier", but he has no clue at all, and looks at Ying Jianying and Sai Qingzhu and the second daughter of Sai Qingzhu who are in a daze opposite: "How is this kind of thing a natal elite soldier made?"

Ying Jianying hugged her fists and said: "It depends on what kind of materials the prince needs, what kind of true qi, what kind of condensation?" in order to refine reasonably! ”

Xin Zhuo thought for a moment and said, "If it's Shinto True Qi, what kind of condensation can be?"

Saiqing Zhutong's hole shrank, and his body stiffened a little.

Ying Jianying frowned and said, "It seems that the true qi of the Divine Dao can grab ten thousand soldiers in the world, but ...... What the prince said can be condensed is unrealistic.

The martial artist's habitual method of mind and the habit of using weapons will leave a mark on the upper, middle and lower three dantian palaces, and it will be innate, so there will be sword cultivation, sword cultivation, gun cultivation and so on in the world.

There are rules in heaven and earth, a person can never do anything, if a sword cultivation is converted to sword cultivation, I am afraid that it will take a long time, and the martial realm will be sluggish! ”

Xin Zhuo frowned, his mental method has been changing, although the weapon he currently uses is a gun, it doesn't seem to have a fixed form of condensation, and all kinds of weapons in the world seem to be able to be used.

Am I a monster?