With magical powers, I can quietly meditate on sutras for hundreds of years and become an immortal.

Chapter 78 The Great Confucian
  The always clean Chuixiang Tower.

The addition of a little man like King Anping has slightly changed this place.

However, Li Zhen's life was not affected by this.

Most of the time, Zhao Ping followed the old man to study and study in another room.

He said he came to study in Chuixiang Tower.

If that's the case, I don't have any other ideas.

Moreover, the old man seemed vaguely wary of Li Zhen.

Don't let him have too much contact with Zhao Ping.

Even if you are looking for a collection of books, you should always communicate with nature.

Li Zhen didn't want to talk much at all, he was happy like this.

Simply, let them go.

The days went on as before.

Go fishing, watch Buddhist scriptures, and practice martial arts in your spare time.

Time passed like this day by day.

The sunflowers on the hillside have withered, and the sunflower seeds are collected for snacks.

Zhao Ping, who would come out to help with a little help in his spare time, felt a little regretful.

I didn’t get to see the large sunflowers in bloom, so I could only secretly look forward to next year.

Sanhua is getting bigger and bigger, but also getting more and more naughty.

But young cats all look like this.

When you grow up, you will become lazy and no one wants to talk to you.

Zhao Ping is just a child, at the age where he wants to play.

Although his nature has been suppressed by his royal status.

But when the old man was low on energy and took a nap.

He would sneak out and tease Sanhua.

A few days ago, the old man gave me a slap in the face for sneaking out to play.

I copied several pages of text.

Be honest for a while.

But speaking of it, this old man has some background.

Fang Yuming, a great contemporary scholar.

Born in a Confucian family, he once served Zhao Chang.

When Murong conquered the capital, he tried to recruit him several times, but was severely rejected.

Later, Zhao Qing succeeded to the throne and fished him out of the prison.

He was given the title of Grand Bachelor and placed in the court for worship.

The old man had been ignoring government affairs for many years and was studying at home.

But somehow, after hearing about Zhao Ping.

I wrote to him again and again, asking him to be the teacher of King Anping.

Out of some consideration to appease people's hearts, Zhao Qing agreed.

However, the old man and the young man were sent to this secluded Chuixiang Building.

I don’t know if I have placed too many undue expectations on Zhao Ping.

This old man is very strict.

In teaching, he is strict and harsh.

Whenever Zhao Ping made a mistake, he would hit the board and punish him by copying.

Although he went through a lot of hardships, he had a strong character.

But after all, he is still a six or seven-year-old child, and it is inevitable that he will feel some grievances in his heart.

And no one can tell.

When teasing Sanhua, he would mutter, not treating Li Zhen as an outsider.

Although I secretly thought that there is another person who confides in me as if I were a tree hole.

But Li Zhen didn't refuse either.

Of course, just listen.

He would not interfere with other teachers' teachings to their disciples.

However, all this fell into the eyes of Old Man Li.

He didn't say it, but he kept it in his heart.

this day.

Li Zhen moved a deck chair to sit next to the lotus pond with the withered yellow leaves falling all over the sky.

While waiting for the fish to bite, I studied the Taoist scriptures.

Most of the fish in the pond were cleaned by Changsheng Huohuo.

Recently he has been too lazy to go out.

I simply caught a lot of them from the big lake behind and kept them in the pond.

It's enough to entertain yourself.

"It seems that Mr. Li enjoys fishing like this, and he is quite leisurely and elegant."

Not long after he sat down, he heard a somewhat old but still powerful voice.

Li Zhen looked up and saw Fang Yuming walking towards him.

Blinking, a little confused.

At this time in the past, shouldn't he be teaching Zhao Ping?

Why, today.

I'll have some spare time to chat with him.

What's annoying is this time-killing thing.

Thinking about it this way, I didn't hesitate.

He closed the book in his hand and said with a slight smile:
  "Mr. Fang is just joking, just to kill time. It's not elegant or inelegant."

"Oh?" "It just so happens that the old man also likes this fishing thing. He happened to have some itchy hands, so he accompanied the Taoist priest to take a shot."

As he said that, he picked up the spare fishing rod on the side and threw the hook into the water.

Li Zhen was given no chance to refuse at all.

In fact, if you take it seriously.

Even if Li Zhenzhen wanted to stop him, it was too late.

However, it is not a mistake.

He was a great Confucian scholar and a high-ranking official in the imperial court.

I want to go fishing with you, a little imbecile bookkeeper.

This has already given you a huge amount of face, so don’t be ignorant of what is good and what is bad.

Still want to refuse?

but
  With the other party's status, how could he have the leisure and elegance to fish with him.

Come to think of it, I have something to say.

Thoughts passed through his mind, and Li Zhen's heart became clear.

Just come and listen.

This great scholar of the time has something to say.

The fishhook fell into the water, and Fang Yuming stood solemnly holding the fishing rod in his hand.

Not long after, as expected, I heard him say:
  "I wonder when Master Li entered the Taoist path and how many years has he been practicing?"

"I'm afraid it's been more than forty years since I can remember."

"Well, the Taoist priest has been practicing Taoism for as long as the old man has been studying."

He smiled with some emotion.

Suddenly, the conversation changed:
  "I don't know, what do you think of Emperor Daojun?"

"Ha ha."

Li Zhen chuckled, sensing a strong sense of probing.

I secretly said that it was tiring to talk to these people who were both studying and working as officials, and they were all roundabout.

If you have any opinions about Pindao, just say so.

How can I still drive you out?

"I am just a humble cultivator, but I became the bookkeeper here because of the respect of the eldest princess."

"But I don't dare to talk about Tian family affairs."

He shook his head and said nothing.

"so."

Fang Yuming nodded slightly, seeming to have some confidence in his heart.

The conversation turned again to Zhao Ping:

"Then Taoist Priest, what do you think of King Anping's current studies?"

Li Zhen squinted his eyes and observed that the old man seemed not to care, but in fact he was always paying attention to his expression.

Suddenly, it became clear in my heart.

This was because he was afraid that he would lead King Anping astray and follow the same path as Chang Zhao.

There was no expression on his face, but he was teasing and laughing in his heart.

The old man has too much on his mind.

Even though Zhao Ping wanted to learn, he was still unwilling to teach.

"With you, a great scholar in this world, how can I give you any advice?"

He withdrew his eyes and looked at the water in the pool.

"The fish are biting."

A word of caution.

"Yes, the fish is hooked."

Fang Yuming was getting stronger and stronger, so he raised his arms vigorously.

A herring jumped out of the water, its scales shining in the late autumn light.

"Sir is good at fishing."

"It seems that Pindao is going to give you a hard time tonight."

"Hahaha, good luck, good luck."

The two looked at each other, understanding each other tacitly.

Amidst the laughter, the atmosphere was harmonious.

And while the two were talking and laughing.

There is one person.

A man with white clothes, white sword, and white hair.

Slowly, walked into the capital.

His whole body was full of restrained aura, and there was nothing unusual about him at all.

However, he is such an ordinary old man who looks a bit ordinary.

It aroused discussions among countless busybodies in the capital.

Because he is Fu Tianming.

He is the Nanyan Imperial Master who tests the world with his sword.

After nearly two years of making bold statements, he finally arrived in the capital.

In addition, there was another piece of news that almost came with him and fell into the capital.

In the seventeenth year of the Heavenly Decree, it is the third day of the tenth month.

Fu Tianming killed Tuoba Han, the great Turkic master, with twenty swords in the Dahei Mountains of the Far East.

His head was carried to the old land of Goryeo to pay homage to the soul of the subjugated country.

Then we traveled lightly all the way, at this time ten days later.

Entering the capital, wanting to visit the Immortal Tea Palace
  When the news came out, the world was shocked.

(End of this chapter)