Sheng Fu

Chapter 147 What is the etiquette?

Xie Yiming was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"But I still can't help you. This is my personal position and has nothing to do with the south." Xie Yiming said helplessly.

Yu Wenjun paced back and forth slightly, and smiled knowingly: "I still remember that when I first met my uncle, my uncle intended to make friends with me and resolve the previous hatred and disputes."

"Now that Senior Gu Yong is dead, Uncle feels that all the past has passed away and is not worth mentioning."

"I promised my uncle not to kill members of the Five Jue, and I really didn't. Zhuang Qin's death was forced by the situation. In that situation, I left two Ba Gus for Nanfang."

"Just to ask, if I intend to kill you, do you think Xu Yuan, Chen Dian, and Zhu Hong can survive?"

"Going further, if I kill the members of the Five Absolutes, after Gu Yong's death, the South will definitely kill me, but by then, do you think Nanling Academy will be successfully built?"

"How much do you think there is left for the Southern Festival?"

"Do you think the northerners will take advantage of the situation to attack the south?"

"If uncle thinks that I'm showing mercy to protect myself, then I'm totally wrong."

As soon as the words fell, a phantom of Yinglong appeared in the sky, covering the sky and covering the sun, and opened its huge mouth to the entire southern land.

"With my current strength, I don't dare to slaughter the entire south, but there is still room for a sharp reduction in the number of aristocratic families."

Ying Long's phantom disappeared in an instant, and Xie Yiming suddenly felt a chill down his back.

Yu Wenjun changed the subject and said again: "This is not threatening Uncle, I just want to tell Uncle that if I want to do something, I naturally have a hole card."

"Don't think that if Gu Yong is dead, I can be bullied."

"And uncle is not my only choice. The common people have been suffering from wealthy families for a long time. Could it be that uncle doesn't know?"

Xie Yiming was speechless in a daze, he had to endure being roasted on the fire by a young man, he said dully: "What is your relationship with the Dragon Clan?"

Wu Mi immediately flashed the bloody spear, and said coldly: "Since I can see it, I can trust you. If you dare to speak nonsense, I will punish you."

Xie Yiming was so threatened by a young girl, his face turned livid and angry, and he planned to make a move in his heart.

Yu Wenjun smoothed things over and said, "Uncle still has some integrity, don't be rude."

Wu Mi retracted the blood spear with a look of disdain.

Xie Yiming said: "If I don't agree, things will still develop in the direction you want, and agreeing is the icing on the cake, isn't it?"

Yu Wenjun nodded, as if telling Xie Yiming that he had no choice.

After much deliberation, Xie Yiming had no choice but to agree.

"It may take some time for me to prepare the books, but I can still introduce you to one person. That person is Feng Yuanqiu, a scholar full of knowledge. He may not have enough aura, but he is definitely a poor man."

Yu Wenjun glanced at the top of Linghua Mountain, and smiled gently: "I'm on the top of the mountain, you bring that man over to see me."

Xie Yiming felt displeased, and smiled strangely: "I'm afraid it's not polite to give orders to me."

Yu Wenjun flashed out the king's order casually, and said, "I don't know if this is proper or not?"

Xie Yiming was shocked again, it turned out that he had gotten angry with His Majesty the Emperor, he bowed meaningfully and said: "Of course it is proper."

Yu Wenjun laughed it off, and took Wu Mi to the top of Linghua Mountain.

The terrain on the top of the mountain is gentle, and the sea of ​​clouds is rolling. Compared with the secret space of the Dragon Clan, this place is more open and unrestrained, because this is the real world.

Wu Mi was slightly puzzled and said, "Xie Yiming doesn't match the reputation."

Yu Wenjun smiled and said: "When Senior Gu Yong was alive, he felt pressured, but now that Senior Gu Yong is dead, he has no pressure, and has some interest in mourning the Spring and Autumn."

"I didn't want to be so rude to him, and I didn't want to spoil the beauty of dealing with him."

"But once a person gets older and loses the pressure, he will inevitably become moderate."

"Maybe, what we did was a little too big for him."

……

……

Ruiyuan River is the head of the rivers in the south, irrigating countless fields on both sides of the river, and raising generations of southern children.

In the middle and lower reaches, there are continuous mountains, and a not-so-majestic lone peak is close to the river. Under the lone peak, there is a green bamboo forest, and there is a bookstore in the depth of the bamboo forest.

The settlements of literati and inkmen in the past dynasties are inseparable from the four characters of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum.

The bamboo jade is straight, tall and bright, full of vitality, and the breeze blows to make the bamboo sea ripples. Feng Yuanqiu likes this kind of atmosphere and feng shui very much.

You can listen to the wind near the river, and you can see the festival when you enter the forest.

Next to the study house, there is another bamboo house, and the smoke is curling up at the moment.

An old man in his sixties placed fried bamboo shoots, braised pork and steamed fish on the dining table in an orderly manner, and filled himself with a bowl of white rice.

Just as he was about to clear his mind and move his mouth, there were rustling footsteps outside the room.

Feng Yuanqiu praised: "When the delicacies are served on the table, there will be guests from afar. It's wonderful!"

When I went out to see, a bloated middle-aged man came with a smile and greeted warmly: "How is the old man?"

Feng Yuanqiu went out to greet him and said, "Of course, the dishes and rice are just right, come in quickly."

Entering the house, Xie Yiming saw the simple meals on the table, and his appetite suddenly increased. Feng Yuanqiu went to the wine jar to fill a pot of homemade green bamboo leaf wine.

After pouring Xie Yiming a glass, Feng Yuanqiu came to the table and asked enthusiastically: "My brother just came back from the imperial capital. I thought I would have to work for a while before I would have time to see me. I didn't expect to come so soon."

"It means that my brother has me in his heart, and I feel very relieved."

Xie Yiming had a drink with his old friend, then moved his chopsticks to eat the steamed fish with lipstick, and said with emotion: "After eating so many fish, the old man's skill is the best."

"To be honest, this time I am definitely not here to visit an old friend, but to discuss something with an old friend."

Feng Yuanqiu looked curious. In his impression, Xie Yiming was a man of character, who would never bow down in front of power.

Concerned: "What happened, please explain in detail."

Xie Yiming took another big mouthful of red steamed fish, and then pursed his lips and said: "The head of Bagu wants to establish a sect in Henglong Mountain, build an academy, and open a dragon gate for the poor."

"Construction has started there. Mr. Yu Wen asked me to ask for books. Under the threat of Chief Ba Gu, I had to sort out the manuscripts of thousands of books. By the way, I also want to invite my old friends to come out of the mountain and start classes at Henglong Mountain."

"The leader of Bagu is now in the time of employing people."

After Feng Yuanqiu heard this, his mind wandered for a while, and he regained his strength after a long while.

He said solemnly: "This is a good thing, how can it be said that he was coerced by the leader of Bagu?"

Xie Yiming has always told the truth to this old friend, and he couldn't help but smile vaguely when he was told this by his old friend.

Feng Yuanqiu came from a poor family, so he naturally tends to be from a poor family. He didn't seek fame and wealth all his life, but only pursued knowledge and righteousness, so he became attached to Xie Yiming.

Such pure people are rare.

Xie Yiming smiled and said: "So, old friend is willing to come out?"

Feng Yuanqiu paused, and said implicitly: "I have to see the demeanor of Chief Bagu before making a decision..."

(End of this chapter)