It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 555

Scholars talk about it, and it is nothing more than a few things about self-cultivation, keeping the family, governing the country and the world.

It seems that the master has never been married, and has never been an official. Although he often pretends to take the world as his responsibility, in fact, these few things have nothing to do with him. The only thing he could do seemed to be self-cultivation.

Honestly, he did a pretty good job of it. Eat three meals a day, go to bed on time, meditate in the morning and evening, sit in meditation and think about your own life, gossip regardless of other people’s faults.

Even if such a big event happened in the academy today, it didn't disrupt his work and rest time. After the boy waited and washed his feet, he went up to the second floor alone.

The place where the master lived was named Sanshenglou, which means to examine my body three times a day. He paced, walked upstairs slowly, and lit a fragrance. Before going to bed every night, he would meditate in his room and think about what he had done in the day.

Did I study today, did I do bad things, or did I have evil thoughts?

After pondering and pondering, and when everything is figured out, he is willing to sleep.

dong... dong... dong

The master who was meditating suddenly heard a knock on the window outside. He suddenly opened his eyes, and the eyes that had always been cloudy became clear and sharp at this moment.

dong... dong... dong

One after another, no rush, no rush, no rush.

The master held a knife, a paper cutter, leaned back on the table, and stared at the window.

dong... dong... dong

The master grabbed the chess piece in the chess box and waved it out. The chess piece penetrated the window paper, and the noise from outside finally stopped.

Whoosh.

Suddenly there was a cracking sound in the ear, and the seven pieces that the master threw back were returned as they were. The master shot like lightning, his hand flashed like a ghost, and he took all the seven chess pieces in the palm of his hand.

The two sides were silent across the window. The master weighed the chess pieces in his hands. He was shocked, and there were slight cracks on it. Of course, this was not caused by the Master, but by that mysterious person outside cracking it with his fingers. In this way, the finger force is terrifying.

Who is it that came...

The master's heart turned like electricity, and the other party had not yet appeared, which made him feel dangerous. This kind of dangerous feeling was something that Master had not experienced for a long time.

He looked at it, and there were seven holes in the window, and in one hole, there was an eye.

When the master was watching the other party, the other party was also watching him.

"Since you're here, why don't you show up and pretend to be a ghost, and why?" the master said.

Squeak.

With a sound, the window was pushed open, and a figure flashed into the room and stood in front of the master.

The other party was dressed in a black robe, his hair was disheveled, his face was thin and withered, like a skeleton covered with human skin, but his eyes were sharp.

The other party was neither human nor ghost, half-demon and half-demon, but the Master recognized the other party at first sight.

"Long time no see." The master sighed, but he didn't put down the paper cutter in his hand: "I didn't expect you to be alive."

"Aren't you dead yet?" Meng Xuanqing said, "It seems that you live better than me, but can you put down the knife first, and see old friends, if you don't prepare to treat them well, just keep holding the knife. What's going on."

"I haven't seen you for so many years, I thought you were dead." The master put the knife on the table, but he could still hold the position as soon as he stretched out his hand: "I don't have anything to do without going to the Three Treasures Hall. What is this time for?"

"The princess is dead."

"Ah, why did she die." The master was startled, and then calmed down: "After so many years, you and I have grown like this, and she... deserves to die."

Meng Xuanqing stared at the expression on his face, sighed for a while, and didn't say anything.

The royal family of the Li family swept the Nineteen Kingdoms to end the troubled times. Naturally, they made a lot of murders in the process. Of course, they slaughtered the rest of the Nineteen Kingdoms. The hearts of those who have lost their country to restore their country will not die, and they will unite together to form the Nineteen-Nation Anti-Army Alliance. During that time, assassinations against the imperial family of the empire emerged one after another, and naturally they also ushered in the strong suppression of the empire.

And this so-called anti-military alliance is actually not united internally, and each has its own interests and demands. The final disintegration became a natural thing.

Mencius was the prince of the old state of Lu. With the help of the Nineteen Nations Alliance, he established an academy and cultivated talents for the National Restoration Alliance. Just wait until the time comes in the future, raise your arms and rise up.

Of course, too much time has passed. Almost all of the people who made the plan back then died. The younger generation of the Fuguo Alliance is actually in a situation where there is no successor. Even people like Mencius gradually forgot the purpose of establishing the academy. At this age, all he wants is to teach a few more students, and it is not up to him to decide when to die.

...

To Yan Bugui, tonight's action is going smoothly so far. As long as this genius doctor Hua is taken away and Heizhen is healed, everything will be back on the right track.

But things couldn't go the way he thought, and in the end he was discovered.

It was Ma Meng who found him. Ma Meng had an uncomfortable stomach. When he got up at night, he saw a figure sneaking around and looking suspicious.

"Who?" he roared on the spot.

Yan Bugui was agitated. After all, he was guilty of being a thief. He dared to delay there, so he quickened his pace and fled down the mountain.

If he didn't run, Ma Meng might not dare to confirm. But when the other party fled like this, Ma Meng immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Come on, a thief is coming."

Ma Meng stood upright, jumped several feet, and followed Yan Bugui closely. Although this old martial artist is old, he is still not weak in his light-weight skills.

After all, Yan Bugui was carrying one person on his back, and Hua Zhengzheng was born fatter, so his speed was naturally dragged down. When he reached the Guanchun Terrace halfway up the mountain, he was overtaken by Ma Meng.

"There are thieves there, and you can capture them before you can. Be careful of Grandpa Ma's big knife." Ma Meng bluffed, but the fact was that he came out in a hurry and didn't bring a knife. This can be a little dangerous if you start with your opponent with your bare hands.

Ma Meng shouted, and also alarmed the night watchmen of the academy. Zhang Liuyi carried a big stick on his shoulders, blocking Yan Buhui's way.

"Oh, good boy, it's you again. Today, Grandpa Six will train you well."

Holding a Qingfeng sword, Song Hanzhi jumped several meters and came along the rugged mountain road.

"Good thief, are you the book thief?"

Yan did not return and did not show up, and as soon as he showed up, he was surrounded by three masters. None of these three people's kung fu is weaker than him.

Cheng Dalei hid in the dark and grinned subconsciously: Why did things go like this, the academy's vigilance was too high.

He wondered whether he should help Yan Bugui secretly, but Cheng Dalei was really helpless in the face of the three masters.