Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 204: A Letter to Dongfang Laogui from Mie Ling Shitai

In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight shone on the courtyard of the Lanxian Pavilion.

Xing Fuzi, carrying a small basket and dressed in a decent Confucian robe, walked into the Great Hall. He was an official of the Ministry of Rites and also a teacher at the Imperial Academy "Guozi Institute". He held the rank of fourth-rank official, highly respected and knowledgeable.

He, along with his colleagues, had been invited to educate the two descendants of the Jiang family for seven days. He chose to teach the prodigal son who had returned home, with money being a secondary concern. The most important thing was to turn this wasteland into a talented individual and achieve temporary fame.

Although the prodigal son did not pay him any attention during these seven days, he believed that with his own knowledge, he would eventually influence this wayward person.

Upon entering the Great Hall, the prodigal son was indeed sitting upright, waiting. Xing Fuzi was pleased and sat down at the lower desk, took out a book, and began to explain. Then he glanced at the prodigal son, who still ignored him, seemingly writing something as usual.

Xing Fuzi shook his head and continued to explain the scriptures from the shallow to the deep.

After a while, he saw the prodigal son take out two letters and handed them to a maid not far away. The maid hurriedly left, and he suddenly looked over and said, "I want to ask the teacher a question!"

Xing Fuzi put down the book, his face solemn, thinking that the opportunity had come. He stroked his beard and smiled slightly, "Please ask, young master."

Xin Zhuo pondered for a moment and said, "If I have a grudge with two people and I want to write them a letter, how should I write it?"

"Has the young master ever thought about why he has a grudge with these two people? If it's just one person, it might be that person's fault. But if it's two people, could it be because the young master also has some faults?" Xing Fuzi replied seriously, and his train of thought had already shifted away from the prodigal son's question itself.

Xin Zhuo smiled and said, "One day, these two people went crazy and poured shit all over me. Is that also my fault?"

"Um..." Xing Fuzi fell silent for a moment, then continued stroking his beard. "The old man believes that although this matter is indeed offensive and somewhat despicable, if the young master can be magnanimous, turn hostility into friendship, and repay them with kindness, wouldn't it better reflect the magnanimity of a superior and bring temporary fame?"

Xin Zhuo said, "Firstly, I don't care about temporary fame. Secondly, they won't be grateful!"

Xing Fuzi frowned, "I'm curious, why did those two people pour filth on the young master?"

Xin Zhuo said, "I told you, they went crazy!"

Xing Fuzi sighed, "Why can't the young master be indifferent to petty people, keep oneself clean, and be proud in the world?"

Xin Zhuo said, "I can't do that. I want to get back at them!"

Xing Fuzi looked worried and his thoughts were a bit confused. "When will this cycle of revenge end? If enemies keep avenging each other, won't there be more and more enemies in the future, which is detrimental to oneself?"

Xin Zhuo waved his hand indifferently, "It doesn't matter. The strong have always stood alone!"

"The strong..." Xing Fuzi looked him up and down, "I still think it shouldn't be like this..."

Xin Zhuo interrupted, "Teacher, why don't you consider it from a different perspective? If I can't vent my anger, I will feel depressed and do irrational things. If I'm irrational, the Jiang family will be uneasy. If the Jiang family is uneasy, perhaps the 300,000 Western Qin Army on the border will also be uneasy. This will cause a disturbance in the court, and if the court is disturbed, the entire Da Zhou will be in chaos. It may even lead to a great war! In the end, the whole world will explode, humanity will be destroyed, and everything will turn into nothingness!"

"Ah..." Xing Fuzi's body trembled, his old eyes widened.

Xin Zhuo summed it up, "The saying goes, a cook who doesn't want to be a tailor is not a good soldier. Don't you understand this, Teacher?"

Xing Fuzi quickly stroked his beard, "This old man needs to think it over!"

...

The noon sun shone on the huge Buddha statue in the Dafu Temple, radiating a golden glow, as if the entire temple was enveloped in the sacred Buddha light.

In a secluded side hall, Mie Ling Shitai, who was old and feeble, slowly opened a letter. Her pair of old eyes widened as she read the words written on it:

"Mie Ling old bald donkey, prepare to face my sword! I've known for a long time that you and Dongfang Laogui are having an affair. Your relationship is well-known! Has Dongfang Laogui ever said to you, 'Dear Shitai, just surrender to me'?"

The old woman's hands trembled rapidly. It had been a long time since she had been angry. It was just that her disciple had been captured, and now the other party had sent such a vulgar and disgraceful letter. Even the Bodhisattva of Mud still had some fire in her.

Unable to contain herself, she threw it aside heavily: "Ignorant child! How can I spare you, an old nun like me!"

...

Autumn Wind Academy, with nearly a hundred pavilions and terraces, exuded an ancient and elegant charm. However, today the students in their wide robes and Confucian attire hurriedly passed by, seeming to have something on their minds.

In a secluded pavilion, the Eastern Master sat behind a desk, wearing a white robe that had turned gray from washing, with silver hair and dry old hands, resembling a farmer from the countryside. At this moment, he also opened a letter:

"Old ghost of the East, hoary-headed old man! You wretched old thief! You will soon return to the netherworld. How can you face your ancestors? Your thoughts are narrow-minded, yet you claim to be a teacher of the people, pretending to educate others, but lacking the capacity to accommodate them. Shamelessly, you do not know how to lower yourself and only seek personal gain. How dare you, a despicable old man, wear the clothes of a gentleman and pretend to be a master in front of me. Today, I have captured your disciples, subjecting women to humiliation and men to abandonment. From now on, I will shave your hair and let the world see the ugly face of this old man!"

The Eastern Master put down the letter, his face still showing a calm expression, but his right hand trembled imperceptibly.

"What's the matter, Master?"

Two people were sitting below.

One was a young woman in her twenties with a noble appearance and a bun, and the other was a tall and elegant young man.

Mu Qing'er and Linghu Yi, third-year students of Autumn Wind Academy, ranked among the top ten out of three thousand students in the academy. Half a year ago, they had become disciples of the Eastern Master due to their outstanding talents.

The Eastern Master handed over the letter: "Just as you guessed!"

Mu Qing'er took it and glanced at it casually, angrily rebuking: "This young master from the Jiang family is so wicked. Does he really think the Jiang family is invincible?"

Linghu Yi frowned and said in a deep voice, "Under the Emperor's feet, in the capital, this young master Jiang disregards the law. He needs to be taught a lesson! This letter is full of vulgarity and incoherent words, like the words of a street urchin. Master, don't worry!"

The Eastern Master smiled faintly, his expression calm. "It's alright. I just overestimated him."

...

"I overestimated him, but I'm happy! The word 'happy' is worth a thousand pieces of gold! I wonder if Mr. Xing has ever been happy?"

In the "Lanxian Pavilion," Xin Zhuo curiously asked the pale-faced Mr. Xing.

"I have never been happy! Today's class ends here!"

Mr. Xing angrily brushed his sleeves and left, his figure appearing somewhat desolate.

"Take care, sir!"

Xin Zhuo smiled and continued to play with the two small swords in his hands. These were the "life-saving soldiers" of the deceased Great Master of the Jiang family that he had obtained by searching for the Cicada Robe.

Breaking through the realm of a small Grandmaster meant making "life-saving soldiers." However, he had no clue at all. He looked at the two women, Ying Jianying and Sai Qingzhu, who were staring blankly across from him. "How are these 'life-saving soldiers' made?"

Ying Jianying cupped her fists and said, "It depends on what materials the young master needs and what kind of True Qi and weapon condensation is required to refine them properly."

Xin Zhuo thought for a moment and said, "What if it's Divine Dao True Qi? Can any weapon be condensed?"

Sai Qingzhu's pupils contracted, and her body stiffened.

Ying Jianying frowned and said, "Divine Dao True Qi seems to be able to control all weapons in the world, but... what the young master said about being able to condense any weapon is unrealistic.

The cultivation method and the habit of using weapons will leave imprints in the upper, middle, and lower Dantian palaces. The transfer from the Yuan Chen Palace is like being born with it. That's why there are sword cultivators, knife cultivators, spear cultivators, and so on in the world.

There are rules in the world, and a person cannot condense any weapon they want. If a sword cultivator were to switch to a knife cultivator, it would probably take a long time and hinder their martial progress!"

Xin Zhuo furrowed his brows. His own cultivation method had always been changing. Although he currently used a spear as his weapon, it seemed that there was no fixed form of weapon condensation. It seemed that he could use any weapon in the world.

Am I a monster?

(End of this chapter)