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Chapter 115 Chen Xiufeng: Let me kill Li Lingge?
Tianshu Academy.

The minister Xiufeng stood respectfully on the razed mountain behind, not daring to breathe.

At one side, a white-haired old man looked up at the Tianshu List in a daze.

"The son of destiny is dead?"

Seeing Chu Feng's name disappear, he actually felt a little confused.

The chess piece used to fight against Yun Yourong actually died in the Tianshu Secret Realm.

Am I destined to fail?
Chen Xiufeng asked tentatively.

"Why does the teacher think so highly of Chu Feng?"

This problem has been bothering him for a long time.

Indeed, Chu Feng's performance in the entrance examination was amazing.

It caused the ten saint statues to resonate with each other, which can be said to be a rare genius seen once in a century.

But compared with Li Lingge, it really pales in comparison.

He never imagined that the disciple he was forced to accept ten years ago would be so outstanding.

However, after the teacher came back, he actually asked him to focus on training Chu Feng and even favored Chu Feng.

He couldn't figure it out. Shouldn't he train Li Lingge well?
But he had to listen to the teacher.

Even though Chu Feng opposed Li Lingge in every way and was beaten to a pulp every time, he could only hold his nose and pretend that he knew nothing.

During this period, he liked Li Lingge more and more, and began to really treat him as his apprentice.

Although Li Lingge's cultivation is only at the seventh level at present, his future achievements may not be lower than Qiu Yuebai.

Speaking of Qiuyuebai, this girl was also sent by Li Mingda.

Unexpectedly, that guy actually gave him two favorite disciples at the same time.

I have wronged that guy all these years.

The old man in white didn't know what Chen Xiufeng was thinking, he was just still regretting Chu Feng's death.

"Since Chu Feng is dead, there is no need for Li Lingge to exist."

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Chen Xiufeng was so frightened by these words that he coughed dryly, wondering if his teacher had gone mad.

The dean loved Li Lingge even more than he did, and regarded him as his Achilles' heel.

The Liang royal family had just been slaughtered, and now the teacher was going to kill Li Lingge?
"Why?"

"This boy will become a great man in the future. He must not be kept alive." The white-haired old man stroked his beard, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "Yun Yourong alone is difficult enough to deal with."

Chen Xiufeng's throat rolled and he couldn't help but glance at his teacher's sleeves.

He clearly remembered that day when his teacher's sleeves were torn to shreds.

If you provoke Yun Yourong at this time, are you really not afraid of being exiled to the South China Sea?
"Teacher, I will definitely teach Li Lingge well and will never let him go against you."

After all, he was his disciple, so he was still a little reluctant to let him go.

Watching a seedling that was just about to grow vigorously being strangled to death?

He can't...

The white-haired old man turned his head and glanced at Chen Xiufeng, his only living disciple.

"Li Lingge is a chess piece chosen by Yun Yourong. If I don't kill him, he will come to kill me in the future."

Chen Xiufeng drooped his eyelids slightly. Now that things have come to this, what else can he say?
"Then teacher, please be careful and don't disturb the abbot Yun..."

However, the white-haired old man shook his head.

"It's not me who's going to kill him, it's you who's going to do it."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiufeng's eyes widened and his jaw almost hit the ground in shock.

He raised his hand and pointed at himself, his face full of disbelief.

I?
Are you sure it's me?
Teacher, don’t you want me anymore?

What a joke, he knows his own weight.

I heard that the old woman from Liang was stepped to death after just a few words.

He could hold out against Yun Yourong for just enough time to finish a sentence, even if Supervisor Yun let him off.

"Teacher, I, my stomach feels a little uncomfortable."

The old man in white narrowed his eyes and his voice became a little colder. "Don't worry, I will lead Yun Yourong away, then you can take action again."

Hearing this, Chen Xiufeng still looked towards the direction of Prince Wei's Mansion with some lingering fear.

"Teacher, are you really not afraid of Dean Yun...getting mad?"

Although he was confident in his teacher's ability and might not be able to defeat him, he could definitely run away.

The question is, what about him after the teacher ran away?
Yun Yourong is not a fool. After luring the tiger away from the mountain, she could tell with her toes that it was him who killed Li Lingge.

The monk may run away, but the temple cannot. If he really killed Li Lingge, Yun Yourong, who had nowhere to vent her anger, would definitely vent it on him.

Who will come to save him then?

The white-haired old man put his hands behind his back, looking confident.

"She was punished by heaven and is now injured. She is no match for me. I will protect her."

"Teacher, I——"

"Ok?"

"I go!"

Chen Xiufeng left the back mountain of the academy in a daze. It was too difficult to be caught between the teacher and the dean.

No wonder he looked so relieved when his senior brother handed the position of dean to him.

……

Nanyue, Taishi Bureau.

Amid the scent of sandalwood, two people sat cross-legged in an elegant little house and played chess.

Yan Donglou stared at the chessboard intently, holding the black piece, but was reluctant to make a move.

Opposite him was a man in a white robe, who was Jia Wenhe, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites.

"Regarding the trade negotiations, has the emperor issued an order?"

Yan Donglou's mind was on the chess game, so he didn't respond.

Yan Donglou looked over the chessboard for a long time before finally making his move.

"The treasury is in deficit, and the emperor wants to facilitate this peace talk as soon as possible."

"No!" Jia Wenhe tried to stop him subconsciously, but after meeting Yan Donglou's gaze, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he continued after making his move, "Once the trade is successful, South Vietnam will be in danger."

Yan Donglou threw in the towel and admitted defeat.

"What do you think about this matter? Do you think it's important what I think about it?"

He bowed to the sky.

"You should ask the emperor what he thinks about this matter."

Hearing him say this, Jia Wenhe understood that there was probably no turning back on this matter.

"Can--"

Without waiting for Jia Wenhe to speak, Yan Donglou raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Do you know that in just a few months, the gauze and brocade that we smuggled from South Vietnam to Chu were sold out?"

Jia Wenhe nodded.

"I know."

Yan Donglou continued to ask.

"You know, these two kinds of cloth have become in short supply in Da Chu, and the price has tripled compared to before."

"I know." Jia Xu fiddled with the chess pieces on the chessboard. "I also know that once the two countries succeed in trading with each other, people from Da Chu will buy Vietnamese brocade and gauze from the Manufacturing Bureau."

The money of the rich in Chu was plundered and transferred to the treasury of Nanyue and even to the hands of the people of Nanyue.

What a good trick, robbing the rich to help the poor.

Li Lingge gave Nanyue a benefit that he couldn't refuse, but this was also what made him feel scared.

The impact of this move is so far-reaching that it makes people think deeply about it.

After the rain, the sky cleared up and Yan Donglou looked at the dripping eaves.

"The Chu people's purchase of large quantities of gauze and leno will not only enrich the national treasury, but also promote the mulberry planting, silkworm breeding and textile industry in Nanyue. Isn't this exactly what you want to see?"

(End of this chapter)