Looking at the familiar plaque of Yingtian Academy, Chen Jiu couldn't help but smile. This was the place where he rose to prominence, and it was also his first place of struggle after arriving in Middle-earth.
"Proprietor, why don't we go in and have a seat?" Taoist Jinyan drove the carriage.
¡°No need, we don¡¯t have that much time, let¡¯s go directly to Mr. Mingyang.¡± The man¡¯s faint voice came from the carriage.
The carriage galloped past Yingtian Academy. The academy was full of students who were studying hard. What was there to see?
The house remains the same, a vast purple energy emanates from the yard, and the surrounding ghosts and gods are changing.
"Mr. Chen, my master has invited me." A man who looked like a student came out.
The man is only fourteen or fifteen years old. His young face is disguised as deep and mature, which makes him look quite funny.
Chen Jiu nodded and walked in without saying anything else.
In the familiar courtyard, Mr. Mingyang, dressed in a blue shirt, was sitting on the pavilion playing chess.
It¡¯s not playing chess with others, it¡¯s playing chess with yourself, because the place opposite Mr. Mingyang is empty.
The group of people approached quietly without saying a word, just watching Mr. Mingyang¡¯s fingers that kept making moves and sometimes hesitating.
At the 131st chapter, Chen Jiu suddenly stepped forward and said, "Sir, you made a mistake."
Wang Mingyang glanced at Chen Jiu: "What's wrong?"
"Sir, although your Confucian cultivation is unfathomable, your planning skills are not as good as mine. If this continues for less than thirty poems, black's dragon will be slaughtered by white."
Wang Mingyang glanced at the chessboard, then shook his head: "Not necessarily."
Chen Jiu is not very skilled either. He directly picked up the white chess piece and dropped it on the chessboard with a "pop" sound. Everyone around him was speechless, and the student who led everyone in looked at Chen Jiu with curiosity.
He knew how strict his teacher was, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the first Confucian in terms of cultivation. However, this guy who was younger than himself was so familiar with his teacher and was not afraid of his teacher's majesty at all. This made him It was surprising to know that he usually didn't even dare to breathe in front of the teacher.
"Pa", "pa", "pa" Chen Jiu and Wang Mingyang moved quickly, and in an instant they reached thirty songs.
Chen Jiu holds white, Wang Mingyang holds black. At the time of the thirtieth song. Chen Jiu's chess piece fell, the wind and rain disappeared, and Wang Mingyang remained silent for a long time.
After a while, Wang Mingyang said: "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead."
"Sir, you are on the wrong path," Chen Jiu said.
Wang Mingyang shook his head: "The philosophy is different. You will never understand my spirit of sacrifice for the human race. The spirit of being able to give and contribute everything."
Chen Jiu was silent, Wang Mingyang was respectable, for the sake of the human race. Chen Jiu would never be able to tie his own cultivation to the future of the human race, and tie his life's hopes and achievements to the chariot of the human race. This kind of spirit of being able to sacrifice everything for the sake of the race.
With a chuckle, Chen Jiu gently picked up the black stones on the chessboard one by one and put them back into the chess basket: "Sir, you are wrong. This world will decay one day. Who can escape the catastrophe of the era? Whenever the era changes, At this time, it is the day when the protagonists in the world change. It is irresponsible for me to hand over my future to foreign things."
Speaking of this, Chen Jiu said solemnly: "It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on heaven and earth. Mountains will fall and water will dry up. Only you can survive forever."
Wang Mingyang's expression was solemn at this time, and purple energy surged around his body, as if there was a holy aura emanating from him: "If there are different ways, there will be no conspiracy."
Chen Jiu smiled bitterly: "The gods are dormant, the monsters are hidden inside and outside the dynasty, and the foreign races in the border areas are watching with eager eyes. Although the human race can suppress the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, it will not last long. I can't see where the way out is for you, sir."
Wang Mingyang put away the white chess piece: "It is precisely because many powerful and monks think like you that the human race has not yet eliminated the gods, destroyed the monsters, suppressed the barbarians, and unified the nine heavens and ten lands."
Chen Jiu said silently: "The world is changing all the time. Sir, you entrust your destiny to the human race. But look at what the human race is doing. They give their faith to the enemy gods of the human race. It is really ridiculous. Humanity is so greedy and evil. Roots are not worth protecting."
Wang Mingyang took a deep look at Chen Jiu, and without saying anything else, he directly placed a word on the chessboard with a black stone.
Looking at the word "Ren" on the chessboard, Chen Jiuyi smiled: "Ren is one person's fault. It can be seen that Ren does not mean praise."
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Wang Mingyang was silent for a long time, his eyes seemed to be able to see through the heavens: "I think you should go to Zongheng's house."??.
Chen Jiu smiled and said nothing. He did not believe in any school of thought at all, he only believed in his own way.
¡°This is my new disciple,¡± Wang Mingyang pointed at the young boy.
Chen Jiu looked at the young boy for a while, saw his reserved expression, and smiled: "Not bad qualifications. He has already realized the righteousness at a young age, and his future achievements will be even greater than mine."
Wang Mingyang smiled: "Although his qualifications are good, he can't compare with you. Your mental skills are all top-notch. It's a pity that you refuse to inherit my way. I can only find another disciple. After all, the human race cannot There are no guardians¡±.
Chen Jiu showed a hint of embarrassment: "It was the student's mistake and he failed to live up to his expectations."
Wang Mingyang shook his head: "People with different paths don't conspire against each other. No one is right or wrong, it's just that they have different paths."
Speaking of this, Wang Mingyang suddenly said: "I am surprised that since you chose to give up the Confucian status, how could you avoid the impact of the people's wishes?"
"Without him, the student has practiced a secret method that requires a huge amount of energy, and the thoughts of all peoples just solve my temporary needs."
Wang Mingyang looked at the child: "Li Ru, I haven't seen your senior brother yet."
The child walked forward quickly and bowed to Chen Jiu respectfully, like a staid old master: "Li Ru has met senior brother."
"Junior brother, get up quickly, why do we brothers need to be so generous?" Chen Jiu's hands surged with energy and he helped Li Ru up.
Who knew that Li Ru refused to get up: "The etiquette cannot be abolished."
A strange force vibrated slightly with Li Ru's "rituals cannot be discarded", and the energy exuded by Chen Jiu was instantly turned invisible by the fluctuation.
Chen Jiu showed a surprised look: "Could this be the voice of the holy way? Someone has finally inherited your path. I must congratulate you."
The voice of the sages is a kind of magical power that only the sub-sages can understand. They understand the secrets of the heavens through the classics and turn them into laws to be used in the world.
Wang Mingyang looked at Li Ru with a loving look: "This child has a hard life. Both his parents were eaten by monsters. I met him on the way back to Beijing. I didn't expect that he would not eat food at such a young age. I think this child is quite I took it back because I liked it, but I didn¡¯t expect that God would treat me badly.¡±
Chen Jiu groped around on his body for a while, and finally took out a jade pendant shining with crystal color from his arms. The jade pendant was the size of a fist and exuded a glistening light.
"This Ten Thousand Years Warm Jade, when worn for a long time, can cleanse the marrow and remove hair, regenerate the body, warm the kidneys and nourish qi. It has many wonderful functions. I didn't prepare any greeting gifts for the first time, so please accept this piece of Warm Jade."
Looking at Nuan Yu, Li Ru's eyes clearly flashed with emotion, but he withdrew his gaze and looked at Wang Mingyang.
Wang Mingyang touched his beard: "This Ten Thousand Years Warm Jade has not been seen much since the great changes in the world. It is a rare thing. Since it is your senior brother's heart, just accept it. In the future, when your aura of awe-inspiring increases, you can use it to refine it. You can When you refine it into gentleman jade, it will have many wonderful uses. Originally, I was having a headache where to find a good piece of jade for you. I think you have such a talent, you can't use ordinary jade, otherwise it will be a secret investment."
After Li Ru took the jade pendant, he bowed respectfully again: "Thank you, senior brother."
Chen Jiu had no choice but to look at Wang Mingyang: "What are your plans for the future, sir?".
"I'm about to practice here, but I don't know if I can achieve the status of a saint in this life. If I can escape by luck, it will be a blessing from heaven."
Chen Jiu was speechless when he heard the words. The world is constantly changing now. Whether it is changing for the better or for the worse, it is hard to say. Chen Jiu feels puzzled by Wang Mingyang's entrusting his fate to human hands. This is simply incredible. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!