I Just Won’t Play by the Book

"I just don't play cards according to the routine (

The post of Tai Fu is the teacher and assistant minister of the prince.

But that being said, only those young princes who were promoted to the throne at the age of six or seven in the past dynasties will let the Taifu serve in the government. After all, whether the emperor sits in this position is still a problem.

So most of the time the Tai Fu is a top-level virtual title, with high officials and generous pay, but no real power.

The reason Jiang Beiran was looking for the Taifu was also very simple, because the Taifu was to teach the prince how to be an emperor, and what Jiang Beiran needed now was this.

"The emperor, the emperor, do you want a servant girl to help you squeeze your shoulders."

When Wang Shougui went out to summon the Tai Fu, Kong Qianqian stood behind Jiang Beiran and said.

"No need." Jiang Beiran replied without looking back.

"The servant girl will sing for you..."

Just when Jiang Beiran was about to turn his head, Mu Yao rushed past and pulled Kong Qianqian away, "The emperor calmed down his anger, because I didn't teach Qianqian well."

Jiang Beiran waved his hand, made a drive away, and then continued reading.

Pulling Kong Qianqian aside, Mu Yao said: "Remember, you can only do what the emperor tells you to do. You are not allowed to ask yourself, do you know? Anyway, you didn't know how to be funny yesterday, why are you making noise today? Woke up."

"Where can the servant be noisy~" Kong Qianqian shook his head, "The servant is thinking that the emperor is so majestic in the morning, and he is so loud that he must be tired, so I want to help your majesty relax."

"You stand quietly and that is the most relaxing thing for the emperor. Did you hear me?"

"Oh~" Kong Qianqian nodded, and then stood obediently.

A moment later, Wang Shougui went and returned, kneeling in front of Jiang Beiran and reporting: "Your Majesty Qi, the Tai Fu is already waiting outside the hall."

"Let him in." Jiang Beiran nodded.

"According to the purpose."

A moment later, an old man who seemed to be in his sixtieth year walked in, but he was full of energy.

"Weichen Shugang knocked on your Majesty."

"Love Qing flatly."

"My Majesty Xie." Shu Gang thanked him and stood up.

Putting "Dian Lun" on the table, Jiang Beiran took a look at Shu Gang and said, "I said straight to the point, Shu Aiqing, I have never been in contact with the government of Shengguo, and I need more advice from the Taifu. ."

"Weichen dare not." Shu Gang said with a bow, "Your Majesty has the heart to study, it is the blessing of all people."

Standing on the dragon chair, Jiang Beiran went to the table and asked that Shugang: "Shu Aiqing, I ask you, is Deng Bo what you taught?"

Hearing this question, Shu Gang did not respond much, and replied respectfully: "It is the Weichen."

"That Shu Aiqing knows what Deng Bo committed, that's why he was...removed?"

When Jiang Beiran said this, he almost blurted out the word "fired". In this world where cultivators are in charge, the emperor is almost like the general manager. In front of the employees, you can be awe-inspiring, but when the chairman comes, he says to save you. The post will remove your post.

This sense of impact on the three views always made Jiang Beiran feel very contrary.

"Return to your Majesty, this matter is not known to the minister. The minister only taught him eight general studies, as well as the skills of self-cultivation, such as piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy. In addition, historical records, poems, bow and horse riding and shooting are also practiced every day."

After listening to Jiang Beiran thinking for a while and asked: "Isn't this the same as ordinary students?"

"Return to your Majesty, the time the minister taught Deng Bo not long ago, and before he can go deeper in the future, he has ascended the throne and proclaimed emperor, and the minister has not taught him anymore."

During the brief conversation, Jiang Beiran felt a sense of righteousness from Shu Gang, one is one, and the other is two. Such people generally have goods in their stomachs and have not done anything against their will.

Nodding, Jiang Beiran asked again: "If Aiqing continues to teach Deng Bo, what should I teach later?"

"Return to your Majesty, I should teach Liu Chi."

"What is Liu Chi?"

"Tao, skill, law, shape, power, and power, these are the six rulers used by the emperor to measure the world."

After chewing these six words, Jiang Beiran found it quite interesting, as if he could learn some dry stuff.

"What is Tao?"

"Back to your Majesty, Tao is the purpose, the direction, and the realm that ideals want to achieve."

"What is surgery?"

"Skill is a channel, a road, and a way to achieve an ideal."

"Then... what is right?"

"Weight is a balance, a speculation, and a comprehensive analysis and judgment of the shape and potential of things."

Seeing Shugang's answer, Jiang Beiran couldn't help feeling that Aiqing is still old, and those young ones are all idiots.

"Since Shu Aiqing said that six characters are the six rulers that measure the world, do they complement each other?"

"Your Majesty is wise, these six characters are complementary and indispensable."

"Talk to me and listen to how these six characters complement each other."

"Return to Your Majesty, Dao is the distant mountain that your Majesty’s heart desires, art is the way your Majesty leads to the distant mountain, Dharma is the method and means of your Majesty to remove obstacles on the road, and shape is the form of obstacles on the road of your majesty’s imperial cause. Potential is the direction and strength of this obstacle. Power is the comprehensive judgment your Majesty must make based on himself and the obstacle."

After listening to Jiang Beiran, he smiled and said: "So I understand that Tao is the goal, technique is strategy, and law is tactic."

"Your Majesty is extremely clever, and you can understand the essence in the blink of an eye, and we admire him."

‘Tsk, I have to say, it’s really a unique pleasure to be flattered by such an upright person. ’

With emotion in his heart, Jiang Beiran said happily: "Okay, from today onwards, Ai Qing will be my Taifu, and I want you to teach me this emperor's technique."

After listening to Shu Gang, he was about to kneel down quickly, but Jiang Beiran held him back.

"Since Aiqing is my Taifu, I don't need to kneel again."

"Thank your Majesty Longen." Shu Gang bowed.

"Come on, Taifu, please, I have a lot of questions and I want to ask you for advice..."

...

In the blink of an eye, half a month hurried away.

Fengzhou, Zhangyun County, Duan Town.

"Enclose them! Don't let any of them go!"

"They went to the third floor."

"Okay! Ruan Ming, lead people around this inn, don't let them run away."

"understand!"

On the third floor of the inn, five injured Aurora Sect disciples were healing their injuries. The most injured male disciple put out jade dew ointment on the wound, and said: "Brother Lu, how come there is a Great Profound Master here? Master Demon Cult, what the intelligence says is just a group of mysterious remnants."

Lu Ziling first wiped off the blood vomiting out of his mouth, and then replied with a panting breath: "This is not the time to discuss this, at most half a moment, those demons will definitely attack, quickly recover, don't wait for the last I can't get it out with a single stroke of strength."

As soon as Lu Ziling's voice fell, only hearing a "bang", a hole was suddenly opened under the floor, and a man in Tsing Yi holding a Yinfeng sword rushed up.

"Position!" Lu Ziling shouted loudly, grabbing the musket on the ground and staring at the man in Qingyi.

It was this man who killed a dozen of his younger brothers and younger sisters as soon as he shot. If it was an ordinary great profound master, he, as a ninth-ranked profound master, could barely hold him for a while, and get a little escape for his remaining younger brothers and sisters. time.

But the strength of the man in Tsing Yi is probably a fifth-order great profound master, and his technique is so strong that he has no power to fight back.

"Are you disciples of Aurora Sect?" The man in Tsing Yi asked Lu Ziling, looking at him.

"So what?" Lu Ziling replied.

"You obviously were hunting south a few days ago. Why did you suddenly come north today? Who told you that I was here."

"We are just following orders. Wherever the sect asks us to chase, we will chase it."

"Oh?" The man in Tsing Yi showed a smile, and when he moved his figure, he caught a male disciple holding a sword.

\'So fast! \'

Lu Ziling hadn't seen the man in Tsing Yi's movements at all, and Junior Brother Fang had been lifted in midair by him.

"I will give you three counts and think about it. If the answer is the same, I'll break his neck."

"We are really just following orders! I don't know the plan of the sect!"

"One."

"Wait, wait, you make me think, let me think."

"Two, forget it, I'm impatient."

"Junior Brother Fang!"

Just when the man from Tsing Yi was about to twist Fang Jing's neck, his eyes suddenly drenched, and he felt severe pain in his body before he could react.

Before he could react, a thunder light slammed into the room.

Lu Ziling only heard the "boom", and there was only a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him. When his eyes could see again, the man in Tsing Yi had disappeared, and a huge hole appeared on the wall beside him.

"Junior Brother Fang, how are you doing!"

Lu Ziling asked loudly, who didn't know what happened.

"Ahem... Ahem, brother, I...I'm fine." Fang Jing replied with difficulty getting up from the ground.

At the moment when the Tsing Yi person exerted his strength, he thought he was dead, and now it feels good to be able to breathe fresh air.

Seeing that Junior Brother was okay, Lu Ziling hurriedly ran to the big hole to look down, and saw that in the clearing below, a white-clothed man covered in purple and profound energy was holding a black sword with a blue sword pattern. The man in Tsing Yi who had been chopped back again and again, and his body kept cracking one after another.

"That's amazing!" Lu Ziling couldn't help but shouted.

At this time, several other Aurora Sect disciples had also gathered around, and one of the female disciples shouted: "It is Wanjun Sword! That person is the Hades of Guixin Sect-Wu Qingce!"

"He is Wu Qingce!?" Lu Ziling asked in surprise.

A peerless genius who overwhelmed a group of elite disciples and took the lead in the Young Heroes' Meeting held by the Moon Sect.

Wu Qingce's name is now very loud in Fengzhou.

"That's not right..." Lu Ziling suddenly frowned. "I heard that he had just broken through the profound master half a year ago when he won the top spot, but the boy in Tsing Yi said that he was also a fifth-order profound master. Squeeze?"

Hearing Lu Ziling’s question, the junior sister who had just called Wu Qingce's name was a bit inexplicable: "Yes... it's only half a year. No matter how talented he is, it is impossible for him to break through from the profound master to the great master. Profound master... and it can also suppress great profound masters above the fifth level."

As several people were talking, they saw that the black sword suddenly split into seven pieces, four of which rose into the air at a very fast speed, and the remaining three pieces continued to attack the man in Tsing Yi like a living thing.

Although the man in Tsing Yi was already extremely fast, he was obviously still a little weak at the low-end three pieces of fragments, and soon there were a dozen more wounds on his body.

"I kill you!!!"

Seeing that the way to escape was all blocked, the man in Tsing Yi burst into a loud cry, his azure profound energy soaring.

"Oops! He is going to work hard!" Lu Ziling shouted.

Generally, cultivators in the Great Profound Master Realm will learn a few tricks that burn their own vitality for the last fight. Such moves are usually very powerful, but after the end, the user will fall into a long coma and wake up. It also takes a lot of time to recover.

"kill!"

The man in Tsing Yi screamed, and the skyrocketing profound energy directly shook the three Wanjun fragments surrounding him, and suddenly a terrifying sound like a ghost crying wolf howling sounded from the Yinfeng sword in his hand.

Wu Qingce didn't panic at all, and with a flick of his middle finger, he heard a more terrifying thunder in the sky.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

...

In the unbelievable gazes of Lu Ziling, four sturdy blue-gray lightnings fell from the sky, and they all struck the man in Qingyi.

And after the four lightning strikes, another thicker crimson lightning fell down, steadily hitting the Tsing Yi man who was already immobile.

"what!!!"

With a scream, the man in Tsing Yi slowly fell to the ground.

"Huh~"

With a sigh of relief, Wu Qingce shook Wanjun's hand~www.ltnovel.com~ Seven Wanjun fragments flew back together.

"Good job." Wu Qingce smiled.

And Wan Jun also let out a sword cry, as if responding to Wu Qingce's praise.

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"I kill you!!!"

Seeing that the way to escape was all blocked, the man in Tsing Yi burst into a loud cry, his azure profound energy soaring.

"Oops! He is going to work hard!" Lu Ziling shouted.

Generally, cultivators in the Great Profound Master Realm will learn a few tricks that burn their own vitality for the last fight. Such moves are usually very powerful, but after the end, the user will fall into a long coma and wake up. It also takes a lot of time to recover.

"kill!"

The man in Tsing Yi screamed, and the skyrocketing profound energy directly shook the three Wanjun fragments surrounding him, and suddenly a terrifying sound like a ghost crying wolf howling sounded from the Yinfeng sword in his hand.

Wu Qingce didn't panic at all, and with a flick of his middle finger, he heard a more terrifying thunder in the sky.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

...

In the unbelievable gazes of Lu Ziling, four sturdy blue-gray lightnings fell from the sky, and they all struck the man in Qingyi.

And after the four lightning strikes, another thicker crimson lightning fell down, steadily hitting the Tsing Yi man who was already immobile.

"what!!!"

With a scream, the man in Tsing Yi slowly fell to the ground.

"Huh~"

After exhaling, Wu Qingce shook Wanjun's hand, and seven Wanjun fragments flew back together.

"Good job." Wu Qingce smiled.

And Wan Jun also let out a sword cry, as if responding to Wu Qingce's praise.