My diary of transcendence from the heavens

Chapter 115 113. It’s not the same after all. Youth Travel, a new era is coming

Zhao Xuanqi held Ouyang Fugui's body and felt the temperature on it gradually disappear, and his body began to become cold.

He sighed and slowly put the body down.

Unexpectedly, meeting again after more than ten years would be like facing death, a farewell forever!
After taking one last look at Ouyang Fugui's body, Zhao Xuanqi stood up and shouted outside: "Here comes someone!"

Immediately several royal guards arrived.

Zhao Xuanqi's home is guarded by many Jinyi guards. In addition to ensuring safety, these Jinyi guards can also help Zhao Xuanqi with some personal matters.

"What are your orders from Mr. Wu An?" They stepped forward respectfully and saluted Zhao Xuanqi, with a look of respect in their eyes.

This look is very deep, almost turning into a look of faith.

In the eyes of these Jin Yiwei, Zhao Xuanqi is simply a god-like existence.

Many Jinyiwei were originally just people in the world without any fame. To put it nicely, they were called people in the world, but at worst, they were just ordinary people.

In addition to being highly skilled in martial arts and good at detecting various things, even when facing the most ordinary official, he can only nod and bow down and be polite.

Normally when faced with those corrupt officials, there is nothing we can do. There is nothing we can do except hate them.

As for the Jinyiwei founded by Zhao Xuanqi, they joined it and gave them great rights.

You can kill anyone except the royal family and Lord Wu An!

As long as there is enough evidence, even if you have a great official position, you can be taken to prison and slaughtered at will!

From being unknown, to gaining such power of life and death.

When they followed Bai Ren to the Northern Wei Kingdom, they never imagined that they could obtain such great power, even in their dreams. It was simply beyond their imagination!
It can be said that it was Lord Wu An alone who made all the Imperial Guards successful, allowing them to use their humble bodies to deal with all the corrupt officials who brought disaster to the country and the people, and to deal with those high-ranking wealthy families with their poor backgrounds, and to realize their ideals and ambitions in life. .

At this moment, everyone in the Jin Yiwei regarded Zhao Xuanqi as a god. They wanted to go to the mountains of swords and the sea of ​​fire for Zhao Xuanqi, for fear that any accident would happen to Zhao Xuanqi.

Even if he sacrifices his own life, he must not let Wu Anjun suffer any harm.

Zhao Xuanqi looked at these royal guards.

The order was issued: "You must dispose of the corpses in the house and wipe away all the blood and other things."

"Then bury Ouyang Fugui and Wang Shilin well, buy them a good coffin, let their bodies be buried in the ground, and bury them in one place. This can be regarded as the only effort that my friend can do for them."

Jin Yiwei replied: "Yes!"

Zhao Xuanqi pondered for a moment and then said: "As for Ouyang Fugui's family, Ouyang Fugui has taken the initiative to confess his accomplices and handed over the gold and silver that he had embezzled over the years, which can be regarded as making up for his fault."

"A lenient sentence to his family."

The Jinyi guards replied in unison: "I understand."

Several Jin Yiwei saluted respectfully, and then followed Zhao Xuanqi's order and started acting non-stop.

They dragged Ouyang Fugui's body down, then scrubbed the house with water and used special perfume to eliminate the smell of blood.

The room was immediately clean and tidy.

If Zhao Xuanqi hadn't witnessed the death of a life with his own eyes, he probably wouldn't have believed that a person committed suicide in this room just a moment ago.

And that person is still a close friend.

He felt suffocated.

So, I decided to go for a walk.

Accompanied by several plainclothes guards, Zhao Xuanqi slowly left Wuwu Anjun's residence and decided to visit Chang'an City.

Chang'an City has returned to prosperity.

People come and go, traffic is busy, and order is orderly.

The faces of the people showed happy expressions, and everyone was busy with their own livelihood.

Judging from their expressions, they are all sincerely happy. It is obvious that they are living a good life and have hope.

The beggars and homeless people who used to be everywhere are now nowhere to be seen. Basically, good arrangements have been made.

Zhao Xuanqi felt the joy of the people, and his mood gradually relaxed. After wandering for a long time, he unknowingly came to a library.

He raised his head and saw a few large characters written with flying phoenixes on the library: Qingyun Library.

“I didn’t expect that I would be here before I knew it.”

Zhao Xuanqi's heart moved, and he took steps forward and slowly walked into the library.

Today's Qingyun Bookstore is no longer a bookstore monopolized by aristocratic families. As long as you pay a certain amount of money, no matter you are a commoner or a bureaucrat's son, you can come in and read books.

As long as you abide by the rules of Qingyun Library, do not damage books, and do not make loud noises, the library welcomes anyone to come in and read.

Many poor scholars are holding books in their hands and reading attentively.

All this was only possible through Zhao Xuanqi's efforts and the elimination of a large number of wealthy and prominent families, so that Qingyun Library could be turned into a popular library.

This was the original purpose of the establishment of Qingyun Library. The great Confucian sages who founded the library originally wanted to help countless poor people come forward. Zhao Xuanqi can be said to have returned this library that has gone through hundreds of years of vicissitudes to its original meaning.

In the library.

Zhao Xuanqi kept scanning his eyes with nostalgia. He slowly wandered around the major bookshelves and pulled out a book from the top from time to time.

He has a photographic memory, and even now many years ago, he can still clearly remember which books are on which bookshelf and where they are placed.

Recalling that more than ten years ago, he, Ouyang Fugui and Wang Shilin studied hard here.

Communicate with each other, learn from each other’s experiences, and explore each other’s methods of solving questions.

Encourage each other to make progress.

In the end, three scholars from poor backgrounds all became Jinshi in high school.

I still remember the promises we made to each other:

"Create peace for all generations."

"Be an upright and upright official, execute all corrupt officials in this world, and seek welfare for the people of the world."

"Leave a name in history, become famous all over the world, change this dark world, serve the country and the people, restore the Northern Wei Dynasty to its past glory, and revitalize the country."

Now, with the vicissitudes of time, Zhao Xuanqi remains the same when he returns to his old place more than ten years later, but Ouyang Fugui and Ouyang Fugui are both dead.

Zhao Xuanqi fulfilled his original promise and became a national scholar.

Ouyang Fugui, one of them became a bad official who brought harm to the people, and the other became a corrupt official, taking bribes and embezzlement. The two scholars who were high-spirited at the time ended up dead, which is sad.

"Both of them were also born in poverty. They were once passionate and wanted to use their own bodies to change the gloomy world and contribute to the people of the world. Even if they die, they would not regret it."

"If the world were fairer, with their kind minds and grand ideals, they might indeed be able to become upright officials that everyone respects."

"What a pity. The world before was so dark that even white things could be dyed black."

Zhao Xuanqi felt extremely regretful.

In his mind, he could still remember the two figures of Ouyang Fugui many years ago, one fat and one thin, a fat and thin fairy boy.

The thin one likes reading fantasy novels and has a donkey face.

The fat one is dirty all over and has a lot of runny nose. He likes to hide and look at pornographic pictures every time.

Memories of the past came to mind.

Looking at it now, it is desolate.

Zhao Xuanqi suddenly walked quickly, came to a bookshelf, and slowly found the hidden compartment in his memory.

Press down.

With a clicking sound, the secret compartment slowly opened, revealing a book of erotic pictures inside.

Zhao Xuanqi held the erotic picture in his hand. This was the best copy that Ouyang Fugui had collected for a long time.Because of Ouyang Fugui, Zhao Xuanqi remembered these hidden patterns clearly.

Which erotic picture is in which secret compartment? More than ten years later, it is still clear in my mind.

At first, Ouyang Fugui and his wife were addicted to erotic pictures. They were constantly frustrated in front of Zhao Xuanqi. Every time they found a collection, they had to find Zhao Xuanqi to share it.

It's a pity that at that time, Zhao Xuanqi was only focused on studying and didn't care about life and death. He would refuse without hesitation every time.

But what about now?
Zhao Xuanqi held this unique copy of the Erotica Pictures in his hands.

The things are still there, but the old friends are no longer there.

With his current status and identity, no one would ever ask him to share erotic pictures with him.

Even if Zhao Xuanqi wanted to take the initiative to read this erotic book, he would no longer have the friends who watched and appreciated each other together.

We used to read books together, but now we have no chance to read them together.

"I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink it with me, but it turned out that it was just a young man's journey." Zhao Xuanqi sighed softly.

Just when Zhao Xuanqi was sighing with emotion, three young scholars slowly passed by. They looked at the erotic pictures in Zhao Xuanqi's hands and were suddenly surprised.

There are people in Qingyun Library who are not doing their jobs properly!
"Brother, I see that you are quite old. Now that you have come to Qingyun Library, you should study hard and strive for high school honors. How can you read such dirty books?"

A scholar grabbed Zhao Xuanqi's hand, immediately snatched the erotic picture back, and tore it into pieces without hesitation.

Such books are inherently disgusting to the world and can be destroyed without punishment.

Seeing this, another scholar also advised Zhao Xuanqi earnestly: "Qingyun Library is a holy place in the hearts of scholars. No one should read miscellaneous books in this kind of place."

The last person said: "That's true. You can't let Mr. Wu An down. Without Mr. Wu An, how could we, as poor people, have entered the library to study."

The three of them jointly advised: "You must study hard and don't let Mr. Wu An down."

Zhao Xuanqi looked confused: "Huh?"

He finally understood, but these young scholars were probably thinking wrongly.

He regards himself as a scholar who doesn’t work hard, but he still wants to persuade himself!
The dignified Lord Wu An was unexpectedly persuaded by three young scholars not to read pornographic books, but to study hard and study hard...

Zhao Xuanqi laughed out loud: "Then what are you going to do when you enter Qingyun Library and study seriously?"

The three scholars were a little angry. In their eyes, the smile on Zhao Xuanqi's face was very flirtatious.

He and others advised him to study hard, but he did not act like he was being taught. Instead, he smiled playfully. This was too much. This meant that he did not take what he and others said into consideration!

Faced with Zhao Xuanqi's question.

A young scholar raised his head and immediately replied: "What is the purpose of studying hard? How could you ask such a vulgar question? Of course it is to serve the country and the people!"

Another scholar replied without hesitation: "We scholars, if we study seriously now, we will naturally wait until we gain fame and then go to serve as officials in various places. Of course, we want to benefit the people, let all the people live a good life, and become a party." A well-known upright official, so he is not mistaken as a scholar!"

The eyes of the three young scholars shone brightly, exuding vitality, as if there was a flame burning in them.

They confided each other's lofty ideals to Zhao Xuanqi without hesitation.

Zhao Xuanqi was in a daze for a moment when he heard these words. He seemed to see himself from more than ten years ago in the three of them.

I was so passionate more than ten years ago!
The desire to support came to his heart, and he couldn't help but give some guidance:
"Why do I need your guidance? Let me tell you, there are few people who are better than me in liberal arts."

The three scholars had doubtful looks in their eyes: "It's not like that at all, you're reading a pornographic book!"

Zhao Xuanqi didn't pay attention and immediately said: "I think you are also scholars who have come from afar. You are probably going to take part in the Juren or Jinshi examinations. If you have any questions that you don't understand, you can ask me."

The three young people looked at each other, but they really had many questions about their studies.

After all, they were born in poverty and had no famous teachers, so many questions had already accumulated in their minds.

So I couldn't help but speak, trying to slowly explain the problems I usually encountered.

Zhao Xuanqi listened to these questions with a confident smile on his face and immediately taught them.

A few hours passed accidentally, and all the learning problems that these young people usually didn't understand were solved.

The three young people became more and more surprised as they listened. By the end, they had become numb and indulged in Zhao Xuanqi's lecture.

Only then did they confirm that Zhao Xuanqi was a profound scholar in liberal arts. They pricked up their ears and carefully memorized the key points of Zhao Xuanqi's words, not daring to forget them at all.

After talking for most of the day, Zhao Xuanqi was already thirsty and waited for the young man's last question to be solved.

He waved his hand and slowly left the library.

After Zhao Xuanqi left, the three young people recovered from their confusion.

"This guy is amazing!"

"He was able to explain complex issues that I didn't understand in just a few sentences. His achievements in liberal arts are unprecedented and unprecedented!"

"Yes, yes, that's great. I feel that as long as I digest his guidance just now, I will definitely get a good rank in the exam this time!"

"It's not like that. There is no one before or since. This is too exaggerated. In my eyes, Mr. Wu An is the most powerful. No matter how powerful this person is, he is definitely not as good as Mr. Wu An in liberal arts!"

The young people were chatting, and suddenly they talked about the famous Wu Anjun. Their eyes glowed again, and they started talking with joy.

"What do you think Mr. Wu An looks like?"

"For a person like Wu Anjun, I think he must be a handsome, tall, and very domineering person. Anyone who looks into his eyes will be impressed by him."

"It is rumored that Wu Anjun is the god of thunder who descended from the earth. I think he looks completely different from ordinary people. His hair must be snow-white. I heard that he is close to 40 years old, but I feel that he must be very young, not looking old at all, strange For ordinary people, as long as he appears in the crowd, he will definitely be found in the crowd, but immortals are different from ordinary people!"

"If I can meet Lord Wu An in this life, I will die without regrets. When I come to Chang'an City, how I hope to see this national warrior!"

The three scholars started to argue about this, with strong respect in their eyes. They were very eager to see Lord Wu An, which was also the dream of many scholars.

What the three of them didn't know was that the unattractive middle-aged man who just stood in front of them was the Lord Wu An whom they thought about day and night.

Wu Anjun was guiding them in front of them and lecturing them personally, but they didn't know it at all.

If they knew that Zhao Xuanqi was Wu Anjun, I don't know what they would think.

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the other side.

News of the death of Ouyang Fugui spread.

The tragic fate of the two people spread to the ears of the civil and military officials of the imperial court, and to the ears of people all over the world.

All officials were surprised.

Ouyang Fugui and Wu Anjun are close friends. Their close friends many years ago committed serious crimes and were punished according to the law!

In this regard, Wu Anjun showed no mercy at all!
This approach allowed everyone to see Wu Anjun's determination to punish corrupt officials this time, and his determination to eradicate evil.

Zhao Xuanqi, a high-ranking Lord Wu An, could kill even friendly people without any favoritism and bending the law. How could the people below dare to bend the law for favoritism?

When other people saw this, they didn't dare to violate the law, didn't dare to show mercy, and killed relatives for justice!

That's what the saying goes.

As a result, the officials in the country govern the Qingming Dynasty, and the world is peaceful and stable!

The country, whose buildings were about to collapse, was re-injected with fresh blood under these operations, restored to its vitality, and completely returned to stability.

The people live and work in peace and contentment and work hard in farming.

Officials abide by the law and serve the country and the people.

Everyone in the Northern Wei Kingdom knew that a new era was coming!

　With the death of two friends in their youth, the foreshadowing laid earlier has come to an end. With their death, it means that Zhao Xuanqi's youth has also left, and it means that the decadent and mediocre old country has also passed away. After death, stability and prosperity are restored, glory and strength are restored, and the next plot can finally be written!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)