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Chapter 1298: One Thought, the World is Vast [asking for monthly votes]

It’s spring, and the water is blue and rippling.

In the misty place, there is a private school.

Ding-ling-ding-ling, the rhythmic sound of bells rang out in the courtyard. A group of children who had long been unable to sit still looked at the teacher eagerly. The teacher smiled and put down the book in his hand: "I know you are eager to go home. Come back in three days and I will check all your homework one by one. 】

The children with buns on their heads grabbed their schoolbags with a smile, and lined up with a few private school teachers outside the door to wait for adults to take them away.

The security here was OK, and these students were all qualified to practice cultivation and were not afraid of ordinary dangers, but given their age, the teacher was worried about them going to and from school alone. The student on duty stayed behind to clean up, and the other children bowed to the teacher one by one and said goodbye.

The master also gave his wife a holiday to celebrate the festival.

The private school then became quiet.

The Master dozed off on a recliner in the courtyard for a while, and heard rustling noises by his ears: [Humph, where did this little thief come from? ]

A burly shadow fell from the eaves.

The man was dressed like a fisherman, and his figure was very oppressive. Just standing there made people feel that the space was cramped. If nearby residents came over, they would recognize him as the boatman who rowed the boat upstream all year round. He loved fishing on weekdays, but unfortunately he could not catch many fish throughout the year. Some common people who traveled between the two sides of the strait could not afford the boat fare, so they used a few small fish as compensation.

[We caught some fish today, they are plump and delicious. ]

[Did you catch it?]

[I don't care whether it was caught by fishing or slapped by me. I will scale it, gut it and cook it anyway.]

The teacher pointed the palm-leaf fan in his hand towards the small east kitchen of the private school.

The boatman was holding the fish, cursing.

He is not good at fishing, but he is good at cooking: [Last time I visited Zheng Qiao's grave, a new restaurant opened in the town at the foot of the mountain, and its signature dish is this sour soup fish. I tried it and it tasted really good, so I learned how to cook.]

[Will other people teach you how to make a living? 】

[Huh, who am I? ]

What is more important, life or recipe?
Besides, the chef of this restaurant also learned his trade for free elsewhere, but he took advantage of the fact that the local people didn't travel much and didn't know the news from other places, and benefited from the information gap. The boatman had no burden about this, and didn't think he did anything wrong.

The Master took a bite and said: [It’s OK.]

The boatman said: [I met an acquaintance today.]

The Master did not ask who the acquaintance was.

The boatman was quick-witted and quickly grabbed a few slices of fresh and plump fish fillets with his chopsticks: [Hey, I gave him the wrong direction. ]

The Master said: [Aren’t you afraid of being punished?]

The boatman glared, pointed to the sky and said: "That is the one who is rebelling against the Heavenly Gang, cruel to the people and against reason. I will go and beat the drum to sue him!"

The Master did not comment on this.

The pot of sour fish soup was finished before the guests arrived.

There were knocks on the wooden door of the private school, dong dong dong.

The Master put down his bamboo chopsticks and said, "You clean up."

[The delicate lady who has never touched women’s water…] The boatman muttered, resigned to his fate and cleaned up the leftovers to make room. He could tell who was outside the door even through the courtyard wall.

The master opened the door, and outside stood a young man in plain clothes, wooden clogs, a bamboo hat on his shoulders, and an inconspicuous knife on his waist. At first glance, he looked like the most ordinary ranger in the town.

It was foggy in the evening and the young man's clothes were slightly wet.

The Master looked up at him, stunned.

After a while, he stepped aside to make way for the other party to enter.

【Why are you here? 】

The young man followed her, glancing at the simple layout of the private school, and replied: [The world has been settled, the world is peaceful, I have nothing to do, so I came to you to find an idea for making a living. ]

【What can you do here? 】

[Perhaps the students are still in need of a martial arts teacher? It's fine if you are in the opposition, but if you are in the government, you must learn martial arts. ]

No matter how big or small the court meeting was, fights would break out from time to time.

It's easy to be bedridden if you don't have some skills.

The Master paused: [You resigned from your post? ]

[I wanted to resign, but my petition was rejected, and the emperor was furious.] The young man sighed, and his always strong and unyielding face was full of pity, [I was demoted here, and on the way to take office, I met a black-hearted boatman, and all my belongings sank into the water. Now I am penniless and can only come to you for help... I hope you will have mercy on me and allow me a place to stay and a thin coat to cover my body.]

The Master said: [That boatman is hateful.]

The young ranger said: [It is indeed hateful. ]

A string of fish bones flew out from the small east kitchen, almost brushing the young man's cheek, and with a thud, completely sank into the pillar behind him.

The boatman said to the Master: [Get lost!]

Then he said to the young ranger: [You get out too! ]

A pair of heartless dogs!
The moon was at the zenith. After washing up, the teacher sat in the study room preparing for class. She supported her forehead with her bare hands, and her wet white hair fell in front of her eyes. She was about to put her hair behind her ears, but another hand touched her hair first. The broad palm was warm, and soon it used martial energy to dry her wet hair. She pointed to the seat next to her, indicating that the young man should sit over and use him as a cushion, as she felt a pain in her waist after sitting for a long time.

【Are these your students' homework? 】

【Um. 】

[This handwriting is better than mine. ]

The teacher chatted with him and said: [She has talent, but unfortunately her temperament is unstable. She is the most naughty among the children in the private school. She often takes the lead in teasing other teachers, but she has a sweet mouth and can make people crazy with just a few words.]

As she said this, she sighed deeply.

[That is now. If we push it back 10 or 20 years, she would be a matchmaker at her age and be chosen as a daughter-in-law. How could she be like a monkey, jumping around without stopping?] The master said, [She can’t be beaten or scolded…]

[You are her teacher, why can't you beat and scold her? ]

The Master smiled and turned around in the young man's arms. In the young man's puzzled eyes, she held his right palm with both hands and placed it on her flat belly. Under the other party's puzzled gaze, she smiled without saying a word. The Master leaned close to his ear and whispered: [Guess who she looks like? ]

Young Ranger: [!!!]

The cold comes and goes, the autumn is harvested and winter is hidden.

The private school sent off batch after batch of students.

Some people serve as officials in the court, while others indulge in worldly affairs in the wild.

Only the teacher was in charge of the private school, and occasionally a few friends would come to visit, so her life was uneventful. Occasionally, she wanted to walk out of the private school and go somewhere farther away, but for some reason, every time she saw the swaying shadows of the trees outside the courtyard wall, she would lose the idea.

[One thought will make the world vast…]

She put her fingers in front of her eyes, watching the sunlight pass through her fingers, and a ray of sunlight sprinkled on her face. She felt vaguely familiar.

Boom boom boom!
There was another knock on the wooden door.

The teacher thought it was an old friend who came to visit, but when she opened the door, she saw a strange face. She looked at the other person warily. The style of the person's clothes was not modern, but seemed to be the style of decades ago. Suddenly, a flash of light passed through her soul, and she suddenly opened her eyes wide.

The wind stopped and the clouds dispersed, and the sky broke through the misty rain.

Immediately afterwards, the world began to spin and the vision was distorted by the darkness.

[Cough cough——] When she regained consciousness, she heard someone arguing around her, and the argument was very intense.

[Liao Shaomei, you...]

[You should hurry up...]

[…Both of you, get out! ]

Then there was a crackling sound, someone was pushed away, and the noise gradually stopped. She felt a burning pain in her throat, a cold blade and warm fingertips moving on her skin, and something sharp piercing her skin, followed by the pulling feeling of silk threads passing through her flesh... From time to time, there was a breath of vitality that filled her body.

Fang Yan wiped the hot sweat from his forehead.

The wound on Mei Meng's neck had been treated, and her heart pulse was no longer as weak as it was at the beginning, but Fang Yan had no idea whether she could wake up or whether she would have any sequelae. When he walked out of the tent, Liao Jia and Luan Xin were still arguing.

The two of them were only one step away from bringing the case to their master.

Their conflict is actually not complicated.

Luan Xin wanted to copy Mei Meng's perfected scribe's path first, and then copy Liao Jia's, and the progress would be increased by 2. Liao Jia naturally refused. If he allowed Mei Meng to complete the perfect ceremony, his perfect ceremony would fail! Luan Xin processed the news with his unhappy brain, and looked at Liao Jia with a resentful look.

It turns out that Liao Jia and Mei Meng's perfection cannot coexist. Fang Yan inexplicably sympathized with Mei Meng who was still struggling on the line between life and death, and said: [The situation has stabilized, and we will send someone to take care of it later. ]

Lu Jue said: [Let me do it.]

Fang Yan looked at him, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

The master agreed to rescue Mei Meng for her surplus value. Once the value was obtained, it would be awkward to know how to deal with this person.

killed?
Rescuing people and then killing them, even if Lu Jue doesn't have a grudge against his master, he will be unhappy with Liao Jia and Luan Xin. No one can guarantee that this hidden danger will not explode in the future, unless Lu Jue is also abandoned. For a half-dead Mei Meng, give up Lu Jue? Lu Jue is low-key, but as one of the elders, he also has a high prestige in the army. How to explain the cause of his death to foreign countries?

Keep it?

Such people are not easy to use and others will not agree to their request.

There is a high probability that he will be imprisoned.

It doesn't take much food to feed a mouth.

Lu Jue didn't know what was going through Fang Yan's mind, and he was extremely grateful to Fang Yan. Without his full efforts to save Mei Meng, she would not have been able to be brought back. Seeing that his emotions were so obvious, Fang Yan couldn't help but pull him aside and whispered: "General, have you thought about how to place this person in the future? You should think about it carefully, and don't touch the reverse scale."

We can't make things difficult for our master.

Only then was the Lord willing to give Lu Jue some leeway.

【Please advise. 】

Fang Yan expressed his thoughts and Lu Jue remained silent.

After a long while, he said: [Thank you.]

Imprisonment is indeed a best of both worlds solution.

The current situation is turbulent, and there will be a constant stream of things covering Mei Meng's affairs, so her presence will fade. The losers, like Wu Xian, are now living a good life after the limelight.

Compared to life...

Freedom may be secondary.

Fang Yan said: [Just keep it in mind.]

The physique of the scholar Wenxin was indeed much better than that of an ordinary person. She was only unconscious for six days despite such a serious injury. She was awakened by the morning light on her eyelids on the seventh day: [Where is this place? ]

When Lu Jue came back, Mei Meng, who had lost a lot of weight, was sitting on the bed, with white hair and dull eyes. Only when he came in did she respond. Before Lu Jue could be overjoyed, she asked calmly: [Where am I? ]

Lu Jue suppressed the sourness rising in his throat.

[In my tent, the Lord has entrusted you to my care.]

[Care?] Mei Meng just woke up, her mind was in a mess, but she knew she shouldn't be alive, [Why save me?]

Lu Jue's lips moved and he told the truth.

Mei Meng's tense muscles relaxed instead.

[I see, not surprising.] Because she was profitable if she lived, so she saved her, this reason made her feel at ease, [My consummation ritual failed again, so it was Liao Shaomei who succeeded? After using her, did Shen Jun tell her how to deal with me?]

【It means, hand you over to me. 】

[Leave it to you to handle? ]

Lu Jue put the warm medicine aside: [Yes, Madam! ]

[Hehe, Madam... which Madam? Madam Mei Mengmei, or Madam Lu from your Lu Jue?] She didn't know what she was thinking of, and a charming smile appeared on her face as usual. Even without makeup, she was still very beautiful.

Lu Jue hugged her with satisfaction, buried his head in her neck and shoulders, and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to imprint her breath at this moment deeply into his soul.

【You can be whatever you want! 】

Lu Jue sat up straight and looked into her eyes.

【Lü Shousheng.】

Mei Meng smiled and hooked her finger at him.

Lu Jue's eyes were bright and he moved closer with a smile.

Snapped--

A loud slap was heard and his face was turned away.

Mei Meng said indifferently: [Are you awake? ]

Lu Jue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and put the tip of his tongue against his burning cheek. Mei Meng sneered: [I admit that I still have feelings for you, but you don't understand me after all. No matter how much I love you, I will not run out of one cage and jump into another...]

[I’ve had enough of these gorgeous and precious flower pots! ]

Lu Jue lowered his head and said nothing.

Mei Meng sighed and said, "Give me one of the white silk, poisoned wine, and dagger. Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for your master."

The flesh binds me, but with one thought the world is vast and I can break free from it.

Lu Jue: [You take the medicine first. ]

Mei Meng didn't argue with him.

He picked up the medicine and drank it in one gulp.

The medicine had a calming effect, and when she woke up again, she was no longer in the tent, but in a small thatched cottage in the mountains.

【Lü Jue? 】

【He's not in now.】

A strange female voice came from outside the door.

Mei Meng looked up at the lady leaning against the door frame and recognized her identity at a glance: [What should I call you? ]

Shen Tang grabbed a stool and sat down: [Whatever you like.]

Mei Meng pursed her lips, not knowing Shen Tang's purpose.

Shen Tang said: [Leave this hut and you will be free, but Mei Jinghe is dead, died on the front line, and was buried alive under the mountain. You are a smart person, so don't make it difficult for me.]

Mei Meng looked up at her in surprise.

Shen Tang's incarnation Wu You had dealt with Mei Meng before, but he had never seen her show such an expression, so he felt a little surprised: [Surprised? You want to die in this battle, and living is counterproductive. Since you are dead, there is no such person in the world. From now on, you can be called anything, but you can't be called 'Mei Meng', understand? The most important thing is, don't let me see you on the battlefield again.]

Mei Meng regained her thoughts after a long time: [Okay.]

[It’s better to do what you say, otherwise, Lu Shousheng will not be able to survive the next military beating.] Shen Tang did not plan to let Mei Meng go free at first. Although he did not want to lock her up, he would have to send her to the capital to be watched. However, Lu Jue came to him late at night to plead for mercy.

Love brain is really a headache.

Shen Tang did not miss the surprise in Mei Meng's eyes.

She said: [He used his courage to guarantee you.]

Mei Meng broke his promise and his future was ruined.

Shen Tang: [My lady, take care.]

Mei Meng didn't know when she left.

She was standing outside the hut in a daze, and was awakened by a palm-sized fish tail. She looked over angrily, and saw a one-armed man squatting on the fence: [I told you that you are fun to watch. After all this, you are still alive. ]

Zheng Qiao slapped her thigh and cried out that it was unfair!

Mei Meng said after a while: [You are still alive? ]

[Bah, let's not talk about these unlucky things. If it weren't for the fact that my Wudan Totem had many legs, how could I have only one arm broken?] Qi Cang looked at the direction where Shen Tang left and spat, [The leader of a country is working as a spy under the enemy's tent, how shameless!]

[She let you go? ]

[What else? On the battlefield is on the battlefield, off the battlefield is off the battlefield! I survived by my own strength, if she is not satisfied, she can go to Gong Xichou to settle the score.] Qi Cang was a little proud when he talked about this. The one-armed man did not bring him much trouble, he still had the Wuqi incarnation, which had all the limbs and did not affect his daily life. But, it was not very beautiful after all.

Go back and find a doctor to help him get his arm out.

|ω`)
Retired to the mountains.

Mei Meng's life is just like her name, she finally breaks free from the illusory cage and returns to the sky.

PS: The arrangement of Mei Meng is probably a coincidence. He reopened the academy where he had a banquet for his teacher and taught and educated people. Qi Cang was fishing as a boatman at the foot of the mountain. He saw students running around and playing on Zheng Qiao's tomb, and he was secretly happy.