Nightwatcher

In front of the Yasheng Hall, Zhao Shouli straightened his clothes, and under the gaze of Yang Gong, Zhang Shen, Li Mubai, and Chen Tai, three great scholars, pushed open the hollowed-out vermilion hall door and entered the hall.

bang!

The door of the temple was gently closed, blocking the line of sight.

Sunlight shines in through the lattice windows, and dust floats in the light beams. Above the base stands a sculpture wearing a Confucian crown and a Confucian robe, with one hand behind the back and the other on the lower abdomen.

At the foot of the sculpture stands a white elk.

This is Yasheng's wife.

Zhao Shou looked at the sculpture without saying a word, with the sunlight in his eyes, he kept the same posture for a long time without moving.

Zhao Shou was born in the 19th year of Joan of Arc. He was born in a poor family. He entered Yunlu Academy when he was ten years old.

The slovenly old Confucian scholar lived in thatched cottage all the year round. In his early years, for some unknown reason, he limped a leg. He was depressed and unhappy. He liked to drink. When he was drunk, he wrote some poems satirizing the court and insulting the emperor.

If it weren't for the protection of Yunlu Academy, those poems he wrote would be enough to chop off his head a hundred times.

He was very strict with Zhao Shou on weekdays, and he did his best to teach him. Once he was drunk, he would go crazy and shout:

If you read some bad books, you will be worthless for the rest of your life. It is better to get drunk and sleep with the oiran in a brothel.

The young Zhao Shou poked his neck and said:

The oiran pays thirty taels for a night's sleep. If you don't study, how can you get the money to sleep.

The Hanlu layman was furious when he heard the words, but you still know the market?

A board!

Unconvinced, Zhao Shou said: Don't the teacher also know the market?

Another meal!

Later, the old Confucian scholar got drunk and fell into a pool of water and drowned in a cold winter, ending his life of poverty and poverty.

At the funeral, Zhao Shou learned about the teacher's past from his close friends.

The Hanlu layman was a talented scholar when he was young, but because of his background in Yunlu Academy, he was disliked by Emperor Zhende, and he was rejected in the palace examination.

He continued to take the exam and continued to be rejected.

Three years and three years.

From a young wit to an old Confucian scholar with frosty temples, he never found a job.

Unbearable, he rushed into the palace angrily and scolded Emperor Jeanne, that leg was broken at that time, if the previous dean hadn't come forward to protect him, he would have been beheaded long ago.

This is the current status of Yunlu Academy.

Occasionally, a small number of people can find official positions, but most of them are not reused and sent to corners.

More people don't even have a half-job, and they have studied for half their lives, and they are still ordinary people.

The young Zhao Shou didn't say anything at the time, but many years later, the new dean made a great wish for himself, and he wanted to let the scholars of Yunlu Academy return to the temple and bring it back to its millennium prosperity.

"Two hundred years ago, during the dispute over the foundation of the country, the academy and the royal family were at odds. The Cheng family took the opportunity to turn their backs on the academy and set up the Imperial Academy, keeping the students of the academy out of the temple. Two hundred years passed by in a hurry. Today, disciple Zhao Shou welcomes Yasheng Chong Back to the temple."

I can't afford to bow.

A ray of light shot out from the Yasheng sculpture, straight into the sky, and the whole Qingyun Mountain shook at this moment, like a mountain falling.

But the students and gentlemen in the academy didn't panic at all. Instead, they trembled with excitement and wept with joy.

After two hundred years, Yunlu Academy is finally going to produce a second-grade Confucian.

It is not the kind of great Confucianism praised by the world, but the second grade in the Confucian system-great Confucianism!

Qingguang rushed into the sky, surging layer by layer, forming a huge vortex of clear air in the sky, Qingyun Mountain can be clearly seen dozens of miles away.

As if telling the world.

Immediately afterwards, the fresh air sank slowly, fell back to the sub-temple, and entered Zhao Shou's body.

Zhao Shou's eyes shot out a dazzling clear light, and his body was bathed in the clear light. This was the awe-inspiring righteousness washing his essence, which not only enhanced his power to follow the words, but also improved his ability to withstand the backlash of spells.

He carefully felt the changes in his body and comprehended the power of the second rank.

This is mainly divided into two aspects. On the one hand, the power of speaking the law has been greatly improved, and the revised rules will last for a long time.

For example, read a sentence: Not a blade of grass grows here.

The vegetation in this area withered and lasted for several months, or even longer. Unlike before, the effect of speaking out was only short-lived.

In addition, and the most important point, a second-rank Confucian can manipulate luck to a certain extent, and can gather or destroy. Although this operation is not as exquisite as a warlock, Zhao Shou already has the ability to affect the rise and fall of a dynasty.

Of course, this requires a huge price to pay, just like Qian Zhong Daru during the Great Weekend, sacrificing himself, smashing the last chance of the Great Weekend.

There was a flash of light in the Yasheng Hall, and Yang Gong and the others entered the hall with joyful faces.

"Dean, may you help the carving knife to unseal the seal?"

Zhang Shen asked.

"Try it and you'll know."

Zhao Shou spread out his palms, clear light rose, and the carving knife appeared in his palm.

Immediately afterwards, the sub-sage crown was also put on his head.

Zhao Shou stared at the carving knife and whispered:

"Break the seal!"

Suddenly hold the palm.

Immediately, streaks of clear light shot out from his palm, as if what he was holding was not a carving knife, but a big light bulb.

The Confucian crown above his head also emitted a dazzling light, which rushed along his arms like a chisel.

The Yasheng sculpture shone with clear light, shining on the carving knife.

Humming and trembling of the carving knife, it vibrated violently in Zhao Shou's palm, and even his arms and body trembled.

boom!

The clear light on the carving knife exploded violently, setting off a strong wind in the hall, blowing out the candles and shaking the doors and windows.

No matter how difficult it was for Zhao Shou to hold the carving knife, he didn't want to hold it. He let go of his hand and let it float up into the air, circling around the hall.

"Finally able to speak, the Confucian sage, who suffered a thousand knives, actually sealed this old man for more than 1,200 years. Won't people say that he writes rubbish? If I were replaced by this old man, I must write better than him.

"The old man just met me and instructed him to write a book, but he didn't appreciate it, and thought I was annoying, so seal me, bah!"

The curses and complaints of the carving knife were heard clearly in the ears of Zhao Shou and the others.

This made Zhao Shou a little bit embarrassed. He didn't know whether to agree or refute, so he could only choose to remain silent and pretend he didn't hear it.

"Ahem!"

Zhao Shou coughed forcefully, interrupted the cursing of the carving knife, bowed and said:

"I have seen the seniors."

Yang Gong and the others followed suit:

"I have seen the seniors!"

The carving knife came to Zhao Shou, hovered between his brows, and conveyed his thoughts:

"Hey, Jianzheng said that I will unseal in this generation, and I really didn't lie to me. Confucian children treat the old stuff like Confucian saints like gods, and the great Confucians of all generations have refused to unseal me for me.

"Why do you want to help me unlock the seal?"

Zhao Shou bowed again:

"Students have something to ask for advice."

Yang Gong immediately gathered his sleeves to prevent the ruler from flying out.

The tool spirit inside the carving knife asked:

"What is it!"

Zhao Shou said in a deep voice:

"On behalf of the common people in the world, how to promote the Martial God?"

Ke Dao didn't answer immediately, but fell into a long silence.

In the silence, Zhao Shou's heart sank slowly to the bottom:

"Senior doesn't know?"

"Don't make any noise!" The carving knife spat at him, and then said:

"I remember when Confucian sages commented on the Martial Arts system, they said Martial God, well, after all, it has been more than 1,200 years, I can't remember it for a while."

Then you should think quickly. Yang Gong and the others are anxious.

And Zhao Shou noticed a detail, the carving knife needs to be recalled to remember, which means that he has not talked with anyone about the promotion of the Martial God recently.

If it wasn't revealed by Ke Dao, how did Jianzheng know the way to be promoted to Martial God?

Ten seconds later, Ke Dao suddenly said:

"Remember, um, one premise, two conditions!

"The premise is to gather luck.

"The condition is, to be recognized by the world, to be recognized by the world!"

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ps: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.