Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 239 This is my way

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Su Qinian finally smelled a strange smell, and he also understood what the purpose of these people entering this long-forgotten alley was not for him, and it was not because he was angry with the whole Chang'an like him. Speaking of the sudden world-renowned achievements of a boy from a humble background, it was for the Daoist Academy.

They don't allow anyone to set foot in this alley, this abandoned monastery that is gradually being dusted in the history books.

Of course, after seeing him, it doesn't hinder the jealousy and another kind of so-called nobility and inevitable prosperity that comes from the birth of these young and charming people who have always had their eyes above the top.

It has nothing to do with experience, nothing to do with facts. In fact, this is the case in many times in this world, especially for the younger generation. No matter how many rumors there are, no matter how scary the rumors are, they are still not as good as what they saw with their own eyes, so I don’t believe it.

Su Qinian also understands that since he was promoted to the tenth level of "Turtle and Snake Art", he will face more doubts. A lot of common sense is just common sense. it breaks.

There are two types of power, one is realm, and the other is deterrence. If you have realm and lack deterrence, no one will believe you, and if you have deterrence, you will not be able to last long if you lack realm.

Su Qinian has realm, but lacks deterrence. He sometimes thinks these days, maybe when he hits the Dragon and Tiger Ranking one day, he will reduce more than [-]% of the doubts, but now, he still lacks a lot, so where to go? , he is the center of the storm, just like the protagonist on the stage, people's eyes are always difficult to stay on the insignificant supporting roles.

Of course, the eyes that stop sometimes are also disdainful and annoyed. They feel that they can't see the situation clearly, and they always appear in front of everyone tirelessly, but they often ignore human nature, so they are just watching the theater and cannot write a romantic drama.

At this time, the old man told Su Qinian three times not to make a move. Su Qinian ignored the young men in charge, even though they were from the Royal Academy, he looked at the old man, or more precisely, at the master of the previous generation.

"Is this your way?"

Half of the old man's face was buried in the moss and mud, he was silent for a while, and said: "You will die."

"Are you afraid of death?" Su Qinian asked again.

The old man didn't think about it, but frowned and said, "Don't be afraid."

"That's your way, not mine."

This was Su Qinian's answer. Along with the sound, there was also the sound of his fist piercing through the air, and the light of the fist was blazing, illuminating all directions.

boom! boom! boom!

Together with the young man in charge, five young disciples from the outer court of the Royal Academy flew out at the same time. Even though the young man in charge had reached the third-rate mastery, he couldn't block the punch.

With only one punch from Su Qinian, the five of them were defeated. There was the sound of bones breaking. Su Qinian could hear clearly that each rib had a rib. This was a warning.

Because his status is different now, he is the next head of this monastery.

Most importantly, this is his way.

Even though the source of Xiuming Zhenqi was not found in the eyes of the spirit body, Su Qinian believed that it existed, but his current self was not enough to comprehend and grasp it.

The old man stood up and patted the dirt on his body. His gray hair was still stained with thick phlegm. He looked at Su Qinian, shook his head, and said, "The days will never be peaceful again."

"There has never been an ordinary day. Even outside the world of mortals, there is natural selection. This is your Taoist temple, not mine."

Su Qinian spoke very seriously, he looked into the old man's eyes, those eyes as deep as the starry sky, he shouldn't choose to escape.

The old man didn't answer any more, just sighed, and walked into the monastery, and Su Qinian also walked into the monastery. He didn't look at the moss-covered temples and houses in front of him, but picked up a handful of dirt in the corner. Dust broom, shake off the moss on it, and start cleaning.

Yes, he has never been a person who can only see, he will do it, no matter whether he sees hope or not, as long as he accepts it and thinks it needs to be done, then he will do it.

This is the truth that he only understood after he was locked in the prison car and escorted out of Beijing. Hope is not something to look at, because what you see is despair in the end.

……

No one can easily humiliate an academy student, even though there are many academies in Chang'an City, there is only one name that can be remembered by everyone.

Royal Academy.

This is a Confucian and Taoist temple. Since the first emperor of the Han Dynasty ruled the world more than [-] years ago, this royal academy has stood in Chang'an City. Generations of Confucian scholars either stayed in the academy or entered the court hall. They grasped the people's livelihood, spoke out and admonished them, and punished the courtiers, leaving one stroke after another in the history books.

Of course, no one will remember now that there was another academy that stood together with the Royal Academy, that is the Taoist Academy.

Therefore, when the five young men staggered to support each other, with bleeding from their mouths, and returned to the Royal Academy, the news they brought back caused a huge wave in the entire outer courtyard.

Yes, it is a monstrous wave.

For every student who enters the Royal Academy, the first thing they have to be told is that there is a deep alley in Chang'an City, where there used to be a Taoist temple, where the Buddhist and Taoist families hibernated. Someone once walked out of the Taoist temple, disregarding the overall situation, pointed a knife at the palace, and beheaded the generation of Han emperors who were about to succeed to the throne, severely wounding them.

Therefore, since then, the Taoist Academy has been disliked by the Han emperors of all dynasties. Especially since five hundred years ago, it has been difficult for the Taoist Academy to find suitable students. A hundred years ago, this generation of Han emperors succeeded to the throne and established the Hulong Villa. A Taoist teacher also returned to the sect. So far, there is no more student in the Taoist school.

What has passed away will eventually pass away. There is no room for another voice at the feet of the Son of Heaven.

This is the will of the Imperial Palace, and it is also the will of the Royal Academy. Every student must uphold the will of the Academy.

While the outer courtyard of the Royal Academy was boiling, many mansions in Chang'an City received such news.

In the case of the theft of the Qiankun arsenal that caused a lot of noise in the city last year, the second son of the editor of the eighth-rank arsenal, who seemed to be called Su Wangsheng, returned to Beijing.

There are two sons in the Su family. The eldest son, Su Qiming, lost his reputation and was sent to the Beihai frontier cannon fodder camp. The second son, Su Qinian, was escorted into Wudang Xiaoyao Valley, and now he is building a foundation. From the east, the vision of the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens, a historian entered the mountain, and a separate biography.

Now, before the five-year period has come, the newly promoted Wudang Qingyang Peak Master, the second son of the Su family, has returned to Beijing!

What is even more surprising is that as soon as the second son of the Su family entered Chang'an City, he walked into that deep and deserted alley and walked into that monastery.

Prime Minister's House.

In front of a lotus pond, green lotuses bloomed one after another, the water in the pond was green, suddenly a koi turned over, the mud at the bottom of the pond was suddenly lifted up, and the water in the pond was instantly cloudy.

In front of the lotus pond, there is a picture table with a town ruler on it, and on a piece of snow-white rice paper, dots of old ink outline a pool of ripples.

In front of the painting case, there was an old man standing in front of the painting table. The old man was dressed in green clothes, and his black hair was neatly draped over his shoulders. The carp turned over and wrinkled a pool of mirror water.

Frowning slightly, the old man put down his pen and straightened up. He looked at the muddy pool water and couldn't help shaking his head. Then, he looked at the sky in the distance, sighed, and said, "It's already a pool of mud, so why bother?" Do you want to turn it over again?"

Marquis Ling's Mansion.

Ling Tong was drinking tea, and the old housekeeper stood in front of him, telling all the stories he had seen.

"Prosperity and peace, everyone wants to see, no one can violate such a will."

Ling Tong sneered, and the tea bowl in his hand melted into powder without sound, and then annihilated, disappearing into nothingness.

Just half a day after Su Qinian made his move, in the west of the city, the golden nanmu gate of the Royal Academy, which was not easily opened on weekdays, slowly opened, and a young man walked out from it. The young man was carrying a long silver whip, He has a slender figure, sharp eyes, and looks like a goshawk hovering above the nine heavens. No one dares to look directly into those eyes, for fear of becoming the next prey.

"Falling Star Whip! It's the disciple of that bachelor from the Outer Court!"

There was never a lack of eyes and prying eyes in front of the Royal Academy, so as soon as the young man walked out of the gate, he was recognized by many people.

In the outer courtyard of the Royal Academy, Ling Siqing, a disciple of Bachelor Qin known as the Falling Star Whip.

As a bachelor, no matter whether he enters the court or not, he has the official rank of the fourth grade. In fact, to be able to enter the Royal Academy to teach Confucianism and Taoism, he needs to have at least a first-class Hunyuan realm cultivation.

Falling Star Whip Qin Shu, who was also famous in the world twenty years ago, was only one step away from entering the ranks of the Hunyuan Ranking, but unfortunately lost in the end. Even so, no one dared to underestimate him, even in Among the many bachelors in the outer courtyard of the Royal Academy, he is also a real master.

As his disciple, Ling Siqing was the only son of the right servant of the Ministry of Industry at the time. Dragons and tigers gather and step into the second-rate realm. Looking at the disciples in the entire outer courtyard, they can be ranked in the forefront in terms of cultivation speed alone.

The main entrance of the Royal Academy was not easy to open. Now, whether this disciple of the Falling Star Whip walked out of the main entrance indicated something or not. Many people looked thoughtful when they thought of the five disciples from the outer courtyard who had returned from injuries.

In the east of the city, that forgotten alley seemed to be visited by people again.

"There, it seems that there once was an academy, not a Confucian academy, but a Taoist academy belonging to Buddhism and Taoism. It was a martial arts academy."

"On Wudang Mountain, the boy on the tenth floor walked in."

That's right, for many people in Chang'an City, Su Qinian is just a boy called the tenth floor, and even many people don't know his name, or don't take it seriously in their hearts. (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket. Genuine subscription is the biggest support for Shibu. The update time of Qingming travel is a bit unstable. Shibu will adjust it tomorrow.)

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