Be a reckless man in the martial arts word game

Chapter 585: Master, Stop Reading

After walking one hundred and twenty steps west, he met an old farmer, and the King of Chu asked him about the word "national teacher".

"I'm a farmer. I don't know what you're talking about. You can go ask the village chief. He's been educated before, so he must know the person you're looking for!"

Chu Junhui then went to look for the village chief.

He was a gentleman in a tattered robe. He was reading a book in the house, but put down the book when he met the guest.

He did understand the word "national master" that the guest asked about.

Not only did he understand, but this person was actually a little strange. Why didn't Chu Junhui know who the national teacher was?

This outfit doesn't look like a poor peasant...

"Where are you from, sir?"

"Yangzhou Jiayue City." Chu Junhui guessed that five thousand years later, this place might be ruled by Dayu, so it was not difficult for him to name two place names of Dayu.

"It turns out you are a guest from thousands of miles away." The old village chief had never been to Yangzhou. He only knew that the imperial examination system in Yangzhou was in decline, which was a rough understanding of his understanding.

"The national teacher is named Zhou Tianyi."

This is the name that will be tested in the imperial examination every year. Even if he looks through the family tree three generations ago and forgets all the names, he will not forget this name.

Throughout the dynasties, the word "national teacher" has many meanings.

It is either a title bestowed by the emperor on people who are both learned and virtuous in religion, or a model of a country's teacher, a respectful title for an official position such as the Chief Academician of the Imperial College.

The national teacher of the Dayu dynasty meant being closer to the emperor - "Emperor's Teacher".

The one who taught the emperor.

Talking about the emperor is a serious crime. The reason why the old village chief dared to bring this up now is because the emperor of the time specifically spread the stories of his rise to power without any taboos.

The late king had seven sons. The crown prince was steady and could supervise the country; the second son was a martial arts genius, and was known as Yu Benshan; the third son was good at making money, and his private treasury was known as a small national treasury; the fourth son was proficient in several military formations, and was favored by two pillars of the country; the fifth son kept his identity a secret, and made a great name for himself in the underworld.

The sixth son was weak, and the seventh son inexplicably drowned in a shallow pond in the palace.

"The one sitting on the throne now is the sixth son of the late king."

Because he was the sixth child in the family, he was not very tall, had no knowledge of martial arts or literature, and hung out with actors every day. People in the capital contemptuously called him "the Sixth Little Actor."

The previous king was seriously ill, and the fight for the throne became increasingly fierce.

In order to survive, "Six Little Actresses" dressed up as actresses and sang for their eldest brother and praised their talents to their second brother.

He crawled to pick up the reward money thrown on the ground by his third brother. Even though his fourth brother disliked him, he still praised him in front of his father every day.

The fifth brother is a mysterious person in the underworld, and the seventh brother is a confused person after his death.

Even though life was not going well, "Liu Xiaoling" still survived and successfully waited for his benefactor - Zhou Tianyi.

If this person says he has no ability, then he has no ability at all. If he says he has ability, then his ability is extremely great.

He understands Buddhism.

Buddhism has ruled the world for five thousand years. Although the unified dynasties have not been afraid of the fact that Buddhism cannot produce saints since a long time ago, the face that is due must still be given.

With Zhou Tianyi's help, there is no need to worry about the safety of "Liu Xiaoling", and he begins to show his true talents unscrupulously.

Half a year later, he entered the palace with a slicked-back hair and powdered face and performed in a play.

"What play?" Chu Junhui asked curiously.

The old village chief shook his head. “No one knows. He has been the emperor since then.”

"Where are his brothers?"

"The emperor has a very good relationship with his seventh brother. They can be considered childhood playmates. The death of the seventh brother was a great blow to him. He had known for a long time that his brothers were involved in the death of the seventh brother. He didn't dare to intervene at first, but later when he dared to intervene, he naturally sent that group of people to accompany the seventh brother." These words were not said by the old village chief. Chu Junhui looked in the direction of the voice and saw a bald man waving a feather fan at the door.

His eye sockets are like triangles and his body is like a sick tiger. He does not show the compassion of a Buddhist monk, but rather he has inherited some of the worldly indifference.

"He couldn't do it at first, but I persuaded him to do it later."

There were three people inside and outside the mud house. The old village chief seemed to not see the person at the door and continued talking to himself.

"After the emperor ascended the throne, he appointed Zhou Tianyi as the state teacher and treated him with respect. He relied on him even more and often said, 'Tianyi is my destiny. Without his help, I would not be here today.'"

"I personally wrote down the praises of the historian: 'Heavenly Yi Dequan has always been able to communicate with the gods, his merits have been preserved for the country, and his benefits have benefited future generations. If such a person had lived in the countryside and had not encountered the opportunity to assist in the rise of the king, how could he have spread his fame throughout the universe and left his achievements on paper?'"

"Yes, it's true. He really wants to cleanse me." The man outside the door continued, "But he really can't cleanse me. Except for this group of imperial examination candidates who memorize books by heart, everyone else prefers to call me by another name - the demon monk."

Chu Junhui smiled and left ten taels of silver to the old village chief, thanking him for answering his questions, and then left the room.

The man who claimed to be the evil monk followed closely behind him.

Chu Junhui learned the man's name through the Kecha Sword, and knew that he was the person he was looking for. He walked out in three or two steps, and used the power of dreams to hide his tracks, making him invisible to mortals.

The two of them were like ghosts in the daytime, wandering slowly in the fields.

"Zhou Tianyi, how did you know I was here?" Chu Junhui actually didn't expect that their meeting would be so sudden.

"No trouble. Your star calculation method is rather crude. It's fine for calculating things, but it's easy for the other party to sense it when you calculate people."

"Didn't the Chess Master inform you?"

"He... I'm afraid he doesn't have the energy to do that now." A barely perceptible worry flashed across Zhou Tianyi's brows.

He left three ways for Zhiwu to meet him, and the channel of the chess master was the one he least wanted to use because this friend would pay a great price.

If possible, he would rather Zhiwu meet the Lord of Qingshan eight hundred years ago, be suppressed by the other party under Qingshan, and meet as promised after hundreds and thousands of years.

If it really doesn't work, he can also follow the path of Qianqiu Immortal King...but in that case, he will have to accompany this "Sixth Little Ling" to grow up for a while, and then follow in Zhiwu's footsteps.

Chu Junhui didn’t know that Zhou Tianyi had prepared so many back-up plans. After praying for the chess master for a while, he began to lament how difficult it was for the two of them to meet.

"We have met, how do we get back?"

"Good question." Zhou Tianyi's eyes lit up and he took out a red apple in his hand.

"Do you want to know what time is?"

……

"Master, please stop reciting." Chu Junhui begged for mercy.

"I recruit, I recruit, isn't that enough?"

"What are you doing?" Zhou Tianyi felt very strange.

Ah... So you're not interrogating me, then why do I feel like my head is going to explode?
The King of Chu raised his hands in surrender.

"Old Zhou, we don't want to know what time is, we just want to know how to get back!"

"Didn't you understand?" Teacher Zhou frowned. "We are actually just a projection of consciousness now. The real us has been annihilated the moment we stretched our heads to observe the future."

"Then we are done, aren't we?"

"It's not over yet. Didn't Buddhism tell you that the soul, or consciousness, determines everything? You have left your traces in many timelines, proving the existence of your consciousness and refuting the fact that 'the Demon Lord is dead'."

Zhou Tianyi encouraged, "Moreover, you have also obtained the fruition of the past Buddha. You and I have cause and effect. As long as we complete the cause and effect of the past and future, we can lock the trajectory of the time refraction projection."

"The intersection of these lines of cause and effect is the apple we emerged from, which is... the timeline we were originally on."

(End of this chapter)