Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 27 Spring Breeze Turns into Rain
The mountains are covered with snow.

When several students arrived, the person playing the piano had already left, and they could not help but beat their chests and stamp their feet.

"It's a pity that the beast walked too slowly, which delayed us and prevented us from seeing the eighth-grade zither player." A fat student said in great annoyance, "If we had come earlier, we would not have missed it."

"Brother Chen, there's nothing to worry about."

One student said with a smile, pointing at a few sets of footprints, "This eighth-rank zither player might be a teacher at the academy."

When the students saw several sets of footprints heading down the mountain towards the academy, their eyes lit up.

One student was quite excited and said: "Won't it be a blessing for us to hear it in the future?"

"Definitely!"

The students couldn't help but smile and went down the mountain.

The appearance of the piano sound let many students know that an eighth-grade piano player had come to the academy.

Some students guessed that it was a teacher at the academy, while others boldly guessed that it was a student who came to the academy to study.

……

When the piano sound disappeared.

Feng Qingyan's hands gradually calmed down.

He couldn't help but stare at his hands carefully. Was there something wrong with his hands, or was it the sound of the piano that was causing trouble?
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be the sound of a piano. The academy is not yet completed, and there are still many craftsmen busy building it. If their hands can't control the shaking, wouldn't it be possible to cause the building to collapse?

Who dares to do this?

And there is no need for that.

Then...it might be that there was something wrong with my hands, but why? Feng Qingyan frowned and looked at his slender and white hands.

happy?

Excited?
He shook his head and stopped thinking about it, continuing to read classics and history books frantically.

He has the knowledge and wisdom of his previous life, so as long as he can read, it is not difficult for him to read. As long as he reads all the classics, history, and miscellaneous works several times, he will be able to integrate them and make them his own knowledge, thus truly embarking on the path of sainthood.

evening.

Zhou Chang came to invite Feng Qingyan to attend a literary gathering.

However, Feng Qingyan refused. He really did not have time to attend any literary gatherings. Now that he could read a little, he could read the classics, history, and literature.

What he lacks now is time.

As long as he is given a year or two, he will be able to catch up with other students.

He is not arrogant, but confident!

child time.

Jiuge appears again.

Feng Qingyan, who was studying hard, saw Jiuge constantly signaling him, so he put down his book and asked with a smile: "Jiuge, what's the matter?"

Jiuge rushed out of the wooden house.

Feng Qingyan understood at a glance where Jiuge was going to take him.

"Go ahead then."

Feng Qingyan didn't think much about it.

After a while, Jiuge brought Feng Qingyan to the mountain temple that had been built before.

This mountain temple was not destroyed by the teachers of the academy, because without Feng Qingyan's permission, Jiuge had never moved in. But seeing that Feng Qingyan had not given permission for a long time and seemed to have forgotten about it, Jiuge became a little anxious.

At this time, seeing Jiuge pointing to the mountain temple, Feng Qingyan understood and asked with a smile: "Do you want to use this temple as your own temple?"

Jiuge immediately affirmed.

It’s not that Feng Qingyan forgot, but he felt like he seemed to have overlooked something.

Because he had not figured out the key to this, he did not instruct Jiuge to use it as his own temple. He planned to figure things out first.

The temple shouldn’t be that simple.

If the title was conferred by the princes or Confucianism, they might hide something in the text, causing Jiuge to be controlled by others.

"Jiuge, wait a moment." Feng Qingyan stared at the mountain temple and said after a moment of silence.

Jiuge expressed its incomprehension, but since Feng Qingyan said so, it did not dare to resist.

"What exactly did I overlook? This is strange, why do I have this feeling?" Feng Qingyan couldn't help but ponder, looking at the Mountain God Temple, then at Jiuge, and said: "Jiuge, let me see the Mountain Burial Order."

Jiuge was shocked when he heard this.

"I'm just taking a look and will return it to you." Feng Qingyan smiled and said, "If I wanted it, I wouldn't help you ascend to the position of Mountain God."

Jiuge hesitated for a moment, but still "spitted out" the Mountain Burial Order.

Feng Qingyan took the Burial Mountain Order and observed it carefully, seeing the texture on the token clearly. He looked at it for a while, but still couldn't see anything, so he said, "Jiuge, take me back first, and I will return the Burial Mountain Order to you at dawn, how about that?"

Jiuge was very hesitant, but after looking at Feng Qingyan, he agreed.

Return to the cabin.

Feng Qingyan continued to observe the Mountain Burial Order under the oil lamp in the study, while Jiuge stood by nervously.

After a while, he closed his eyes and carefully felt the Burial Mountain Order.

What I overlooked might be related to the ghost gate behind me...

Originally, when Jiuge was a mountain spirit, he was suppressed by the laws of the holy way and might not be able to become a god in his lifetime. However, because of the ghost gate behind him, the chain of laws communicated with Jiuyou, thus weaving together the position of the mountain burial god.

If the deity is connected to the Nine Heavens, he will be governed by the Nine Heavens.

If the divine position is connected to the Nine Netherworld, it will be under the jurisdiction of the Nine Netherworld.

That seems to be the problem.

Feng Qingyan opened his eyes and tapped the table rhythmically with his fingers, which made Jiuge beside him unable to sleep or eat. He wanted to get the Burial Mountain Order back but didn't dare to.

If the throne of God is conferred by humans, will it be governed by princes and kings?
The burial mountain god's throne came from the Nine Netherworld, so it should be conferred by the Nine Netherworld... What would happen if it was conferred by the princes or kings of the human world?
He didn't know what would happen, but it was very likely that he would be restricted or even controlled by others.

But what is beneath the Netherworld?
Feng Qingyan had no idea.

Ok?
At this moment, Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment. It seemed that the burial mountain god was communicating with the Jiuyou of the ghost gate behind him, which might be the Jiuyou that he governed in his previous life.

And in his previous life, he seemed to be the Lord of the Underworld...

Then, wouldn't it be up to him to anoint him? Moreover, he had confused one thing before, that is, the Burial Mountain God's Throne and the Burial Mountain God are two different things.

One is a deity, such as Zangshanling; the other is a god, such as Jiuge.

If I could be crowned, the only possibility would be with my own blood!

Feng Qingyan walked out of the wooden house and suddenly looked up at the night sky. The world became hazy again, and he saw black chains of laws connecting the Burial Mountain.

However, these chains of laws appear to be very messy.

Feng Qingyan couldn't help but frown, feeling that something was very wrong, and said, "Mountain God, this shouldn't be the case..."

A mountain god should not only have the power of a mountain god.

The mountain god should also be held responsible.

Responsibilities also need to be clearly defined for ease of management.

"Jiuge sent me to the mountain temple."

Feng Qingyan withdrew his gaze and seemed to have discovered something.

Jiuge was a little surprised when he heard this, and then sent Feng Qingyan to the mountain god temple again. Feng Qingyan walked to the altar in the mountain god temple and looked at the statue placed on the altar.

He looked at it for a while, then suddenly bit his finger, painted a stroke on the statue, and said, "In my name, grant the Zangshan Order the magical power of 'Spring Breeze Turning Rain', so that it can nourish all things in Zangshan."

He didn't know if he could make it.

If it succeeds, it will be absolutely earth-shattering and shock the whole world.

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