Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 1008 You have the qualities of an emperor...

In the Aries Valley.

The cold-faced scholar heard this and his expression changed slightly. He bowed to Lian Li and said quickly, "Mr. Lian, I have to go down the mountain to get a doctor right away. Excuse me." Then, he said to the young man in brocade clothes who ran out, "Xiao Ming, you accompany Mr. Lian to see the teacher. I have to go get a doctor."

"Go!"

The elegant old man said anxiously, then sighed a little, looking a little lonely, "I didn't expect that after not seeing you for a few years, Brother Zizhi's lung disease has become so serious that he is coughing up blood."

"Don't worry about Mr. Zhang's illness."

Feng Qingyan retracted his gaze and said.

Upon hearing this, the cold-faced scholar just glanced at it and ignored it, then hurried out of Aries Valley.

"I hope so."

The elegant old man sighed and said.

At this time, Du Qing and three other scholars ran into the valley anxiously.

"Xiao Ming has met Lian Gong."

The young man in brocade clothes quickly walked up to the elegant old man and bowed, "Mr. Lian, please. The teacher has been thinking about Mr. Lian a lot recently..."

The elegant old man nodded and walked into the valley.

The crowd passed the thatched house built in the valley and followed the young man in brocade clothes all the way to a steep cliff. Under the cliff, there was a vine covering it, like a natural barrier. When they pulled it apart, a cave appeared before their eyes.

As we walked into the cave, the light suddenly dimmed.

But after walking a few steps, there was gradually light in front of us, and the scenery inside suddenly became clear.

When everyone arrived in the cave, they saw an old man lying on a couch in the corner, surrounded by several disciples.

The old man is over 70 years old and looks very old. His high forehead is full of wrinkles, and his squinting eyes appear wrinkled in the dim light. Even his gray hair makes him look even older.

The loose robe looked totally disproportionate to his skinny body, not to mention his dry hands sticking out from the sleeves.

"Teacher is fine, you don't need to worry too much. This is just an old illness, there is no need to make a fuss. Ahem, even though my strength is weakening, I can still give lectures... ahem..." The old man said to the disciples around him while coughing, trying to pretend that nothing was wrong, but his face looked too bad.

When he spoke, he lacked energy.

"teacher……"

A middle-aged disciple choked up.

"Teacher, Lian Gong is here to see you."

The young man in brocade clothes hurried in and said.

"Cough-cough-"

The old man couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this, but he coughed again and again, but he said with surprise: "Shiyi, you came just in time, my hands are itching again."

When the elegant old man saw Zhang Zheng, who had become so old, he immediately burst into tears, choking a little, and said to the middle-aged man who had been following him quietly:

"Play chess."

After entering the cave, Feng Qingyan clearly felt that there was a mighty and righteous aura suppressed in the old man's heart.

Gee!

In this small world, he actually has a majestic and righteous aura, he is truly not an ordinary person.

This kind of person would be a prominent figure no matter which world he is in.

There was some emotion in my heart.

The old man's name was Zhang Zheng, with the courtesy name of Zhi. He was an expert in calligraphy, one of the "Four Wonders of Chinese Painting, Chess, and Music". His calligraphy was well-known throughout the world and was priceless.

He is a man of profound learning and talent, and few in the world can match him.

He was a great scholar of the Great Zhao.

He once served as Fengchang, one of the Nine Ministers for a period of time.

Fengchang was in charge of ancestral temple rituals and had a very high status, being the head of the Nine Ministers.

More than ten years ago, someone in the court petitioned Emperor Zhao to summon Zhang Zheng back to Beijing to take up his post, on the grounds that "Zhang Zheng's learning is good at following the ideas left by the sages, and his techniques can be used to restore the ancient times."

But at this time.

Zhang Zhengqi suffered from lung disease, but he said: "I am traveling, I dare not refuse due to illness, maybe I can meet you."

This means:
I was summoned back to Beijing this time and I could not refuse due to illness. I wanted to take this opportunity to implement my political ideals and propositions, so I came to Beijing despite my illness.

At that time, someone suggested to the court that the rituals of weddings, funerals and sacrifices should be implemented, and an imperial decree was issued to the ritual officials to carry them out. However, the ritual officials believed that the customs of ancient and modern times were different, and it was impossible to implement the past rituals.

Only Zhang Zheng thought it was feasible, and pointed out that the opponents' actions were "not appropriate for Confucian scholars and doctors." He offended many important officials in the court and was thus isolated.

In the court, his political ideals and ideas encountered great resistance and could not be implemented. In addition, he was seriously ill, so less than a year later, he resigned and returned to the east, lived in seclusion in Baiyang Mountain to teach, and opened Zhang's Thatched Cottage.

Zhang's Thatched Cottage gradually evolved into Baiyangdong Academy.

Zhang Zheng was summoned to the Imperial Court twice in his life, served as an official for three times, and finally became the head of the Nine Ministers, Fengchang. However, due to strong resistance, he was unable to realize his political ideals and ideas...

The students who came from afar to study in Baiyang Mountain were naturally coming for the world-famous scholar Zhang Zheng.

Speaking of Zhang Zheng, even Lian Li, who is also famous all over the world as one of the "Four Great Masters of Music, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting", has a face full of emotion and sighs, and his eyes are full of respect.

Among the four great arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Except for the zither player Ye He, who was open-minded, unrestrained and detached from the world, the other three had served as officials in the court.

But at the end.

Either he was demoted or he left.

In particular, Zhang Zheng, who served as the head of the Nine Ministers, finally retired to Baiyang Mountain and opened a school to teach, hoping that his students could realize their dreams.

Feng Qingyan knew everything about Zhang Zheng in just a few breaths.

Looking at the old man who was half lying on the couch, tortured by the disease and as thin as a piece of dry firewood, I felt a little emotional.

That mighty and righteous energy was suppressed in the heart, unable to be released, unable to blend with the mighty energy between heaven and earth.

It also cannot truly nourish the body.

This has become a burden for Zhang Zheng.

It's like a resentment that has been suppressed for years, stuck tightly in the chest and unable to be released, making people feel extremely uncomfortable and making the condition worse.

At this time, Zhang Zheng was already very weak and his blood and energy had been completely consumed.

Life will be cut off.

If this continues, I won't survive for three months.

After all, this is just a martial arts world, not a cultivation world...

But Feng Qingyan was there, and he wanted to save him, so he couldn't die even if he wanted to.

Zhang Zheng was able to put aside his fame and stable life to live in seclusion in the mountains. Moreover, he did not just do things for himself, but preached and answered questions, spreading his thoughts and ideas. He was a man of strong character and noble character...

Such a Confucian scholar deserves respect from others.

Feng Qingyan considered himself a Confucian disciple, so he would naturally not turn a blind eye.

Just a pity.

Zhang Zheng doesn't understand the true method of nourishing qi, nor does he know how to open up the world in his mind.

However, if one does not know how to cultivate qi, one can still cultivate a vast and righteous energy in the chest, and the righteous energy will make ghosts and gods retreat.

This says it all...

This kind of person, even in the Zhou Dynasty, would be one of the three highest officials.

It’s a pity that he is now terminally ill and his life is coming to an end. Ordinary medicines in the world are no longer effective.

If Zhang Zheng hadn't met him, he would have been dead.

However, he can save Zhang Zheng, make Zhang Zheng live a long life, and embark on the path of cultivation.

With his current realm and ability, saving an ordinary person is just a matter of the blink of an eye.

If even he can't be saved.

In this world, or even in the entire universe, no one can save Zhang Zheng.

But when he was about to make a move, he was slightly surprised. It was not that he could not save him. It was that if he did not understand the situation carefully, he might destroy Zhang Zheng's talent...

After all, Zhang Zheng can definitely grow into a saint-level figure.

There is also the appearance of the great emperor.

If he took action immediately and saved Zhang Zheng with the power of destiny, he could have completely recovered and embarked on the path of cultivation. He could even quickly reach the realm of sainthood.

but.

It is possible that it is for Zhang Zheng’s foundation for becoming an emperor.

The more he looked at Zhang Zheng, the more he felt that he had the qualities of a great emperor, which really amazed him.

Is this the accumulation of tens or millions of years in the world of various philosophers?

Did all the inheritance and luck fall on Zhang Zheng alone? Or did Zhang Zheng inherit the will of all the disciples?

This Zhang Zheng doesn't seem as simple as he seems.

so.

If he directly used the power of creation to rescue Zhang Zheng, it is very likely that the foundation of the emperor would be cut off.

Although he is the lord of the underworld, a terrifying existence in the realm of refining Tao, and also masters the art of great reincarnation.

However, I am still powerless to help others become emperors...

The realm of the Great Emperor is a natural chasm!
Can't cross!

At this moment, Feng Qingyan actually closed his eyes slightly and quickly deduced in his mind. In just a moment, he had deduced thousands and tens of thousands of times...

After a few breaths.

He finally deduced a method of treatment that would not damage the emperor's foundation.

In fact, his power of creation might not harm Zhang Zheng's foundation as an emperor, but he was not completely sure.

It is very difficult for Jiuzhou to give birth to a great emperor.

For every race, the emperor is the protector of the race...

Also, if Zhang Zheng rashly took the tonic, it might turn out to be poisonous, which might kill him.

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The taciturn middle-aged man who had been following the elegant old man quietly, immediately took off the chessboard and two bamboo chess boxes on his back and placed them on a stone table in the cave after hearing Lian Li's words.

Lay them out separately.

"Shiyi, we haven't practiced for several years. Now is a good time to relieve our cravings... cough, cough..."

Zhang Zheng smiled at Lian Li.

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly started coughing, his face looking somewhat painful.

He also coughed up a lot of blood.

His body, as weak as dry firewood, looked even weaker at this moment.

"Brother Zizhi, how about... taking a break and playing chess? There's no rush to play chess. I'll be staying for a long time this time, so I have plenty of time."

The elegant old man hesitated and said.

"It's okay. This is just an old illness. Just cough it out and you'll feel better."

Zhang Zheng waved his hand and forced a smile.

"Oh, okay!"

Lian Li said helplessly.

"Teacher, the medicine is here."

At this time, a middle-aged man with a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes came in hurriedly with a bowl of medicine in his hand.

He looked to be in his thirties, dressed in scholar's attire, and looked mature and steady.

"Da Lang, this medicine is no longer useful to me. It doesn't make much difference whether you drink it or not." Zhang Zheng said with a wry smile. He had been drinking the black and smelly medicine soup for many years, and he felt a little nauseous.

"Teacher, this medicine soup can help you relieve some of your pain."

The middle-aged man with a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes said.

"Since this medicine soup has no medicinal effect, don't drink it. If you drink too much, it will become poison."

Feng Qingyan said lightly.

And at this time.

Several scholars who had been surrounding Zhang Zheng looked at Feng Qingyan in surprise. One of them said unhappily, "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. No one thinks you are dumb."

"Erlang, don't be rude."

Zhang Zhengdao.

Although I opened my eyes wide, I could only see a blurry figure in white and could not see his face clearly. However, I could feel that this young man exuded a unique aura and had an indescribable charm.

I couldn't help but feel very happy and a smile appeared on my face.

Over the years, not only has he been tormented by lung disease, but his eye disease has also become increasingly serious, and he can no longer see clearly.

Snapped!
At this moment, the elegant old man suddenly slapped his thigh, stood up quickly and introduced: "Zizhi, let me introduce you to a genius."

Zhang Zheng couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he heard this.

In this world, how many people can be called geniuses? Even he cannot be called...

Upon hearing this, several scholars looked at Feng Qingyan in surprise.

"Although Mr. Feng is young, his talent and learning are far inferior to mine." The elegant old man couldn't help but sigh, and continued: "His understanding of Confucianism is very profound and enlightening. Even in terms of his chess skills, even I am no match for him."

Zhang Zheng was slightly shocked when he heard this. He was a little bit unconvinced and asked in surprise: "Shiyi, even you are not his opponent?"

"good."

The elegant old man nodded.

At this time, Du Qing, who was standing next to him, also wanted to say something.

However, can he say that Lian Gong is indeed no match for Mr. Feng? Did his disciples see this with their own eyes?

After all, Lian Gong is one of the four greatest masters of the Great Zhao!

World famous!

"Teacher, Mr. Feng is indeed a genius, and few people in the world can match him."

Du Qing hesitated for a moment and then spoke.

"Haha, I never thought that you, Shiyi, have dominated the chess world for nearly ten years, and finally met an opponent. You don't have to give up when playing against others anymore."

Zhang Zheng smiled happily and said.

At this time, everyone looked at Feng Qingyan with great curiosity. His charm was indeed dazzling, and few people in the world could match him.

In fact, his elegance has already faded.

Otherwise, wherever he went, he would be the most dazzling presence, just like the sun in the sky, so bright that they could not open their eyes.

Feng Qingyan is so awesome!

At this time, Feng Qingyan ignored his gaze and said to Zhang Zheng calmly: "Mr. Zhang, your illness is no longer effective for any medicine in the world. You only have two or three months left to live."

"What did you say?"

A scholar said angrily.

"The disease is already incurable. The blood and energy have been completely depleted. The vitality is about to end."

Feng Qingyan continued.

This made several scholars very angry, even Du Qing looked unhappy.

However, he was stopped by Zhang Zheng, and they all glared at him.

Zhang Zheng, on the other hand, was very aware of his condition and didn't care. He just smiled and said, "I didn't expect that I still have three months to live..."

"I wonder what Mr. Zhang wants to do most in the remaining three months?"

Feng Qingyan asked with a smile.

"Establish a mind for the world, establish a destiny for the people, inherit the lost knowledge of the ancient sages, and bring peace to the world for all eternity." Zhang Zheng was silent for a moment and said softly, "No matter how much time I have left, this will never change. Even if there is only one day or one hour left..."

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(End of this chapter)