My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 19 He seemed to be glowing.

As the saying goes, if you walk by the river, your shoes will get wet...

Zeng Anmin looked at the students in the school, and sighed in his heart at the strange looks they gave him.

At this time, he was standing at the door, holding a copy of "Taixue" in his hand.

However, because Qi Dachun was his servant, the teacher did not take him seriously and let him go back.

Zeng Anmin had no intention of flipping through the book in his hand, he was just lost in thought about other things.

Time passed slowly.

He gradually got used to it.

"Ding ~"

The bell rang at noon to signal the end of class.

The teacher asked the students to have lunch after school.

Then, he walked up to Zeng Anmin with an expressionless face, snorted coldly, and then pointed a finger beside Zeng Anmin.

"wave~"

A milky white aura formed a small circle visible to the naked eye, surrounding Zeng Anmin.

"With this circle, if you leave, I will be able to detect it immediately."

"No lunch allowed!"

The teacher said this calmly and walked out.

"Gulu~"

Zeng Anmin had just reached the Danyang realm of martial arts yesterday, and his body was in dire need of nourishment. At this moment, the wriggling emptiness in his abdomen was extremely uncomfortable.

"Old Biden..."

He was so hungry that every cell in his body was resisting him.

If I don’t eat, I’m afraid I’ll faint.

This is no joke, a martial artist who has reached a certain level will consume two to three times more food than an average person.

No! This meal must be eaten.

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath. He had to think of a way to ask someone to bring him some food, even just a few steamed buns, to suppress the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach.

"Brother Quan Fu."

Zhang Lun had a gentle face and a smile as he walked up to Zeng Anmin.

"Brother Tongyu!" Zeng Anmin smiled when he saw Zhang Lun.

Although he had not spent much time with him, Zeng Anmin still considered him a friend.

He benefited a lot from yesterday's explanation.

Zhang Lun first looked around, and then, while no one was paying attention, he stuffed two slightly cold steamed buns into his hands.

"The steamed buns my mother made are my favorite food in my life. Try some."

Zeng Anmin was slightly stunned.

He could naturally tell from his clothes that Zhang Lun's family background was definitely not wealthy.

These two steamed buns are probably all he has for lunch.

Zeng Anmin quickly refused:

"You eat, I won't be in the way."

"It's okay. I asked my mother to prepare some more for me today."

Zhang Lunzuo stood in front of Zeng Anmin and said with a smile:

"I will protect you. Even if others see it, they won't gossip about it."

This……

So touched!
Brother Tongyu, I have decided that from now on you will be the first among the ten outstanding young people of the Holy Dynasty!

There were only two steamed buns, and Zeng Anmin was not so hypocritical as to refuse to eat them. He stuffed the two steamed buns into his stomach in no time.

At this time, he finally understood Qi Dachun's terrifying appetite.

"good to eat!"

Zeng Anmin's eyes lit up, and he looked at Zhang Lun and said, "Aunt, your cooking skills are really good!"

This is not an exaggeration. Under his father's care, what good things has he not enjoyed?
In the Governor's Mansion, ordinary meat-filled steamed buns like this one have long been out of the menu.

But I never thought that a common woman could have such skills.

As expected, the masters are among the people.

"Haha, if you like it, I'll bring you some tomorrow."

A smile appeared on Zhang Lun's lips.

With his qualifications, he has heard a lot of praise since he was a child. If Zeng Anmin praised him, he would not feel any fluctuation in his heart.

But Zeng Anmin's praise of his mother made him feel extremely comfortable.

"You are such a good person!" Zeng Anmin couldn't help but give a good person card. Just as he was about to continue speaking, he heard a very calm voice.

"Zhang Lun, what do you think about what I told you yesterday?"

Afterwards, Zeng Anmin saw a young man dressed in extremely gorgeous and luxurious clothes coming from not far away.

The young man holds a folding fan in his hand, has a square face, and at first glance his eyes seem determined.

But if you look closely, you can see the shadows flickering from time to time.

Behind him, there was a burly man walking with the gait of a dragon and a tiger.

The burly man's temples bulged and his eyes were as sharp as torches, looking at everyone vigilantly.

"At least he's a martial artist of certain rank." Zeng Anmin's almond-shaped eyes narrowed slowly as he sized up the burly man secretly.

"Prince Wang Lin, there is no need to mention what happened yesterday anymore."

When Zhang Lun saw this person coming, the smile on his face disappeared.

He said calmly with no expression on his face:

"I can't give you the Water Supervisor's Order. Not to mention a hundred taels of gold, even a thousand taels is just dirt."

Water Supervisor's Order?
Zeng Anmin, who was listening, suddenly realized.

When he first entered school yesterday, the teacher gave Zhang Lun a jade pendant.

It is said that holding this Water Governor's Order can lead one to the Holy Book Library of the Water Governor's College.

What is stored there are all the handwritten works of Confucian and Taoist predecessors.

For Confucian practitioners, this is a great opportunity.

After hearing this, Wang Lin stared at Zhang Lun for a while with a fake smile, then said coldly:

"You don't need the money. If you are willing to give me the Water Supervisor Order, I can guarantee you a future."

"Huh." Zhang Lun smiled faintly after hearing this:
"Your Highness, I appreciate your kindness, but I still want to fight for my own future."

Although polite, every word is trying to keep people at a distance.

"Shh!"

Wang Lin put away the folding fan in his hand, then nodded lightly and said no more:
"Since you are so stubborn, then let's go. Ah Da, let's go."

……

Looking at Wang Lin's back, Zeng Anmin frowned and asked Zhang Lun:
"What is this man's background?"

"The prince of the Prince of Jiang's Mansion in Liangjiang County." Zhang Lun waved his hand nonchalantly.

"He is just someone who relies on the power of his family."

Prince Jiang?

Zeng Anmin recalled slowly.

He had only been with his father in Liangjiang County for four years. Although he had never seen Wang Lin, he had heard of his reputation.

As a student of Confucianism and Taoism, before the age of eighteen, he is already in the eighth level of cultivating his nature.

He is also considered a person of outstanding talent.

"It would be bad to offend such a powerful person, wouldn't it?"

Zeng Anmin didn't want to reveal his identity, so he frowned and looked at Zhang Lun.

Hearing this, Zhang Lun frowned instead.

He looked up at Zeng Anmin, his eyes becoming slightly disappointed:
"Brother Quan Fu, if people like us who follow the Confucianism and Taoism are afraid of everything at the beginning of our cultivation, we will be trapped in our own trap in the future!"

As he spoke, his voice became serious:

"How can I bow down to the powerful? Can't I get my thoughts straight?!!"

After hearing this, Zeng Anmin subconsciously began to feel ashamed.

He never imagined that there was such a student with noble character hidden in the Water Governor's Academy.

"Brother Tongyu misunderstood. I am not afraid."

Zeng Anmin smiled and shook his head:
"It's just that the guy just said that he can help you win a bright future..."

"hehe."

Zhang Lun could tell that Zeng Anmin was joking. He chuckled and said calmly:
“No one can help me reach the top of the mountain, but I will climb the snow to the top of the mountain.”

"Although Lun is just a scholar, he is a seven-foot-tall man. How can he not create a bright future for himself?!"

Zeng Anmin looked at Zhang Lun in a trance, as if he saw a rising star.

"I'm so ashamed. I don't have the same courage as Brother Tongyu."

"What Anmin wants in this life is only half a pot of sake, a skinny horse, two mu of Liangtian, and three hundred million idle silver..."

"Ha ha!!"

Zhang Lun couldn't help laughing.

(End of this chapter)