Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

Chapter 8 Starting today, no one will bully Ziyanyuan anymore

"..."

The gray-robed old man Jiang Shan didn't say a word.

If someone asked him two hours ago what the chances of Jiang Qingyu, the fourth son of the palace, winning a duel with others, then Jiang Shan would be 100% sure without asking the opponent, and Jiang Qingyu's chances of winning would be zero.

But just an hour ago, he saw with his own eyes that Jiang Qingyu was chosen by the old sword master surnamed Yu and accepted as his only disciple.

In this way, the chance of winning the duel with others will be increased by at least [-]%.

This success is naturally based on Jiang Shan's blind confidence in the old sword master.

If there was a fight, he was still not optimistic that Jiang Qingyu would win.

After all, Gu Ergen's martial arts cultivation of the seventh rank of Houtian is real, while Jiang Qingyu only got the exercises today, and he is not even the first rank of Houtian.

"My lord, it doesn't have to be a fight."

Jiang Shan glanced at Guergen's bald head, and couldn't help but remind him aloud:
"Switch to Wendou, the young master is sure to win."

I have to say, this is somewhat stimulating.

"fart!"

"Will I lose in Wendou?"

Guergen grinned angrily:
"Everyone in the world knows that the fourth son of the Jubei Palace is a good-for-nothing in civil and martial arts. If you say that I lose to him in literary combat, wouldn't I become an idiot?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Shan nodded seriously:
"That's what old age means."

"Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. What God gives, there must be something to take. If you are born with supernatural power, your intelligence must be incomplete, and you are no different from an idiot."

As soon as this remark came out, more than a dozen people, including the soldiers of the Green Sword Battalion, couldn't help laughing.

Mr. Jiang Shan is obviously cursing, but why does it sound like what he said is very reasonable?

"you you……"

Guergen stared at the cannon old man, his eyes were tearing open, like a wild beast waiting for an opportunity to pounce on people.

But at the next moment, he put away that frightening face again, and instead, a grievance appeared on his face.

It's like being poked in the soft spot.

"You all bully me and look down on me!"

"Father, mother, brother, they all treat me as a murderer, they all despise me for being stupid, and refuse to teach me how to read! They are afraid of me, and they don't want to give up using me, so they chain me like a beast I was tied up and locked in a cage, and I was only given raw meat and human blood to drink..."

"Brother Jiang Qingjian is the only one who treats me well! He taught me to write my name, buys me strong wine, and doesn't tie me up like a beast with chains!"

"I admit that I am a bit stupid, and I can't learn anything, but I know that I will repay my kindness, and I will repay my revenge!"

"Several brothers laughed at me behind my back and stabbed me with spears while I was in a cage, so when the war came, I held them up high and stabbed them with spears The body, they stab me a few times, I will stab them a few times! Not too many times, not too many times."

"Hey, when I was grazing when I was young, I couldn't remember how many cattle and sheep I had, but when it was my younger brothers' turn, I didn't remember how many times each of them stabbed them!"

Guergen stared at Jiang Qingyu again, his eyes bloodshot with hatred.

Then, he asked a question seriously:
"Brother idiot, do you think I am a fool?"

"..."

Jiang Qingyu secretly sighed.

He felt pity for Guergen's first half of his life, but he admired his second brother Jiang Qingjian's insight into people and his methods of attracting people.

This person has completely surrendered to the second brother.

Just teaching a few words, drinking a few jugs of wine, not tying people up... these insignificant things are a great kindness to Gurgen, who grew up in a cage.

"Father allowed Gu Ergen to come to the palace as a guest, which is also to show his support for the second brother."

Jiang Qingyu understood the helplessness of rejecting King Bei.

The eldest son was placed under house arrest in the capital, while the youngest son lived in Ziyanyuan all the time, neither of them had much prestige in the three states in the north.

Only the second son won the hearts of the people.

But the second son's biological mother was born in the Jiang family in Yongzhou, and with the support of the Jiang family, almost [-]% of the strange people and generals around Jiang Qingjian are from the Jiang family!
Among other things, in Jiang Qingjian's Qianqingjian Battalion, there are more than three hundred people surnamed Jiang!
In the future, when the King of the North dies, no one can suppress the Jiang family in Yongzhou, and the three northern states may change their surname from Jiang to Jiang's surname directly!

"That's why the father will support the second brother to cultivate his own power, and minimize the fetters between the Jiang family and him, so that he can successfully inherit the royal power and rule the three states in the future."

"Even if this force is Di people."

Reason told Jiang Qingyu that in order to weaken his second brother's power, he had to find an opportunity to kill Gu Ergen, lest he be promoted to Xiantian in the future, become the king of a certain Di tribe, and become the second brother's right-hand man.

But rationality told him that for the sake of the palace, he had to keep Gurgen, so that if the second brother really became the next King of Rejecting the North in the future, he could do his part to prevent the Jiang family from taking the lead.

At this time, Guergen tilted his mouth and said angrily:

"Idiot brother, I'm asking you something!"

"Am I a fool?"

Jiang Qingyu smiled:
"Gurgen, let's make an exchange. I'll answer a question for you, and you answer a question for me, how about it?"

"I'm curious, why are you clamoring for a duel with me?"

"I didn't stab you with a spear like your Diren brothers."

Guergen snorted coldly:
"I was helping you out!"

"A good-for-nothing living in this world, being laughed at and humiliated all day long, might as well die by my hands as soon as possible and suffer less!"

"..."

Jiang Qingyu was speechless.

What fallacy?
Why should my life and death be decided by you?

"But I don't feel humiliated."

Jiang Qingyu smiled calmly:

"Eat enough and sleep well every day, have a good-looking girl to take care of daily life, don't have to suffer all the physical pain of martial arts, and don't have to get up early to recite books written by sages, life is not to mention how comfortable it is!"

"It doesn't matter if others laugh at me? I won't lose a single hair."

Guergen scratched his bald head and questioned:

"Don't you want to be the crown prince?"

"When I was bullied back then, I wished I could kill my father and become the king of the tribe! I would trample all those who insulted me under my feet!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

The dispute between the sons is a taboo topic in the palace.

Although everyone believed that the position of the eldest son was already in the pocket of the second son Jiang Qingjian, the eldest lady and the eldest son had been hostages in the capital for 12 years, which was a feat that no one could match and could not be erased.

And the fourth son, Jiang Qingyu, was born to the eldest lady.

Everyone didn't think that an idiot could become a prince, but they all thought that Jiang Qingyu had a slight possibility of becoming a prince.

Even if he is trash.

At this moment, the door of the Sutra Pavilion was so quiet that a needle could be heard. Everyone, including Jiang Shan and several veterans who guarded the door, was waiting for Jiang Qingyu's answer.

To fight, not to fight?

There was no emotion on Jiang Qingyu's face, and she said calmly:

"Gurgen, I'm different from you."

"I'm not interested in power, and I don't hate people who laugh at me."

I'm a super genius who hides my clumsiness, and in my opinion, people who expose people's shortcomings as after-dinner conversation are the real jokes.

I really don't feel humiliated at all!

But Guergen was unrelenting:
"Then you let me beat you up and lose your hands and feet, and I will believe you!"

"I promise to save your life!"

Abolish the hands and feet of the fourth son of the Northern King in the palace?
Simply a joke.

The girl Xiaoman originally thought that someone would stand up and beat this ugly man to death, so as to protect the dignity of the palace.

However, it did not.

Including Jiang Shan and several veterans, everyone was watching with cold eyes, and none of them seemed to regard the fourth son as the face of the palace!

Could it be that they want to watch the Fourth Young Master become disabled?

"presumptuous!"

The little girl borrowed courage from somewhere, and she became the first person to stand up and defend the young master.

Her voice was crying, but sonorous and powerful:

"Presumptuous, presumptuous!"

"You lowly man, open your dog eyes and see clearly, this is the residence of Prince Jubei!"

"My master is the son of the royal family of Jubei, do you dare to touch a hair of him?"

The door of the Sutra Pavilion.

A little girl stood in front of a handsome young man with her body, her eyes were tearful but her eyes were firm.

This scene frightened many people.

It also gave them a new understanding of this little girl who looked short and weak.

Then, they saw the handsome young man showing a gratified smile, and stuffed the purple jade stove into the little girl's arms.

He stroked the little girl's head, with a gentle tone:
"Xiaoman, from today onwards, no one will bully Ziyanyuan again."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Qingyu stepped out of the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and met Gu Ergen's fierce eyes without any timidity:

"Gurgan, you said earlier that you would give me a hand?"

Gurgen grinned:
"Yes, if you don't believe me, I can tie my right hand with an iron chain!"

Jiang Qingyu's tone was cold, and she said word by word:

"No need."

He didn't turn around, but spoke to another person:

"Uncle Jiang Shan, please cut off this man's right arm."

"I want him to give me a hand whenever and wherever he sees me in the future."

(End of this chapter)