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Chapter 732: We are the evil heretics

Tianmen City is an impact plain at the lower reaches of the Nine Rivers and has basically no mountains.

It is said that Jishan Academy is a descendant of the ancient Jixia Academy and was founded by a great scholar from Lu who came to Tianmen several decades ago.

In the past, only princes and nobles could listen to lectures by great scholars.

The peasants in Laotianmen are not qualified to enjoy such blessings.

Later, the President managed Tianmen prosperously, and all businesses flourished, and naturally he was blessed.

Today, Jishan Academy has long been open to the public. Even if you don't have a letter of recommendation, as long as you can afford the tuition, you can sit in the same classroom and listen to lectures with the children of dignitaries.

Many people have only heard of the name of Jishan Academy, but do not know where it is exactly.

But Xia Yubing knew.

Not only do I know it, but I am also very familiar with it. Going back to school feels as homely as going home.

"When I was studying here, there was no lake at the door."

Xia Yubing looked at the mirror-like surface of the lake, with a hint of sentimentality on her face.

Li Mumu's attention was on the sky.

There are strange bands of light flowing in the sky that are imperceptible to the naked eye.

It is like the legendary aurora, but not as gorgeous as the aurora. It only makes people feel inexplicable fear and pressure.

Magic circle, dream circuit...

Or if you are particularly keen on copycatting, you can call it 008.

Different cognitions naturally lead to different descriptions.

In Li Mumu's eyes, this is a heavy shackle.

There were once idealists who tried to restrain the upper class's wanton behavior by using the idea of ​​"eliminating human desires and preserving the laws of nature."

The carved walls, wine ponds and meat forests, obscene cruelty, and militarism...

Neither of these is something that the poor people at the bottom of society can understand or access.

In order to enable the lower-class people to understand these profound knowledge, kind-hearted gentlemen reinterpreted these difficult words into down-to-earth and common words such as "women's chastity".

The gentlemen struggled to break free from their chains and threw them back on the people.

Now new shackles are looming over this city. Relying on the power of dreams, they turn slowly and firmly like a millstone, crushing the cognition in the collective subconscious of the people bit by bit, and then reinterpreting it.

Don't trust the president anymore.

No matter how much you love the president, in his eyes, you are just an insignificant number on paper.

You are ants, a burden, and ungrateful trash.

Know yourself, know the reality...

Confusion and despair are mixed with curious gimmicks.

Some people say that the President has reached middle age and has long lost the vigor and vitality of his youth.

Some people said that the president changed his male favorite every seven days and had a particular preference for handsome young men.

Some people said that the president was pregnant and unable to get out of bed and move freely.

Some people say that the president is addicted to smoking and is in a daze every day...

As long as someone says it, someone will believe it.

There is no smoke without fire. How can rumors be false?

The shackles in the sky are stacked one after another, pressing down on people's hearts and making it hard to breathe.

Under the seemingly endless suppression of the chains, Li Mumu felt for the first time how insignificant his own power was. If all this was the plan of the mountain chief, then he was really a terrifying guy.

In Jishan Academy, everything was silent.

The students had already left school early, and the academy was pitch dark without a single light. The carefully manicured gardens and green spaces looked particularly eerie in the pitch-black night.

Shen Qingxi pushed the wheelchair, hunching his neck and looking around.

"This is my first time coming to the academy at night... Is this what it's like?"

"Because you used to be a good kid who went to bed on time at 8pm?"

"Shut up! Just keep quiet!"

Cheng Xuefei, who was sitting in a wheelchair, had not much color on her face, but she had recovered some spirit. Hearing this, she couldn't help but laugh and said, "Do you remember that last year we wanted to summon the spirit of the pen in the classroom in the middle of the night and specially invited you, but you resolutely refused to participate..."

"Because I'm a normal person!"

Shen Qingxi glared and said angrily: "There are so many demons and evil spirits in this world. Even if you don't ask them to come, they will come to you. A folklore interest group has to use the word "please" to catch a pen fairy. Isn't it embarrassing?"

"And they said they were asking for help from the spirit of the pen, but who knows what they were actually thinking? Maybe those boys wanted to trick me out and do bad things to me. Do you think I would be easily fooled?"

Cheng Xuefei was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "You know a lot."

Shen Qingxi proudly puffed out his not-so-full chest: "You guys have always underestimated me. In fact, I know everything..."

"He who comes is stopped!"

A sudden shout came from the front, which frightened Shen Qingxi so much that his hands trembled and he almost overturned his wheelchair.

Looking up, I saw an old man in a long gown, with gray hair and a stern face standing on the steps, with his hands behind his back blocking the middle of the road.

"Eh? An old antique?"

Shen Qingxi opened his eyes wide and muttered subconsciously.

She recognized the identity of the person in front of her at a glance. There was no way she could help it. The impression was too deep. This Master Jin was the lecturer of "The Doctrine of the Mean" in the college. He was very old-fashioned, especially to the girls in the school. He would find faults and punish them for no reason, and he also called it to make weak girls give up, so everyone privately nicknamed him "Old Antique".

Before she could speak, Xia Yubing had already stepped forward and said sternly, "Master Jin, I want to see the headmaster."

"It's the middle of the night, the headmaster has already gone to bed, come back tomorrow if you have anything else to do!"

The old man carefully examined the girl in front of him by the light of the lantern, and couldn't help but frowned and asked, "Which class are you from? Don't you even remember the school rules?"

"When the people who make the school rules start not following them, what is the point of the school rules?"

"presumptuous!"

The old man said angrily: "Who do you think you are? How dare you speak so arrogantly here?"

puff-

Li Mumu hid behind and couldn't help laughing.

Xia Yubing said helplessly: "What's so funny?"

"It's okay, I'm not laughing at this teacher."

Li Mumu smiled and said, "I think what he said makes sense. What right do we, little girls, have to interfere in this kind of national affairs? Even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. It won't affect our monthly enjoyment of three thousand incense sticks. We can't understand the words of the saints, and we can't debate the teachings of the sages."

"We are neither government officials nor righteous men. It seems that we really have no qualifications or standing to come here and cause trouble for others."

"Indeed not."

Xia Yubing suddenly realized and turned to look at the old man with a serious face.

"We are heretics, why should we care about your old-fashioned rules?"

(End of this chapter)