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

Chapter 29 Xuanzhen Division

How cool is it to show off?

Or how good it feels to show off in front of a big shot?

Zeng Anmin held Hu Zi in his arms, still with a very bright smile on his face.

I finally experienced the joy of solving High School Mathematical Olympiad problems in front of the teacher.

At this moment, Dad's face was a little frozen.

Not to mention the old man, in the whole yard, except Qi Dachun who had just been beaten, who didn't look confused?

Zeng Anmin put away his fingers, blinked his eyes, and said innocently:
"Why don't you speak?"

His voice broke the silence in the yard.

Everyone looked at Zeng Anmin at once.

At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun just passed over the tip of his nose. His sharp profile and extremely eye-catching phoenix eyes gave people a feeling of youthful vigor and vitality.

Dad reacted, he put one hand behind his back, his expression returned to normal, he cleared his throat which was blocked by something:

"Well, it is indeed quite talented to open up a purple palace at this age."

At this point, Dad changed the subject:
"Of course, opening up the Purple Palace is only the first step in practicing Confucianism. A great foundation begins with one foot. You must not be impatient and must practice patiently."

"It is important to understand that the true understanding of heaven and earth is the foundation of Confucianism."

"From now on, you can study Confucianism at home. If you have any questions, you can come to my study room to find me."

After saying that, Dad took small steps that were obviously faster than usual and walked quickly towards the study:

"I suddenly remembered that I have official business to attend to, so I will not have dinner."

Having said that, he walked into the study.

"Snapped."

He closed the door.

……

"Tsk."

Zeng Anmin lowered his head and teased Hu Zi, then raised his eyelids perfunctorily and said, glancing at the closed doors and windows of the study:

"Then forget about grandpa, let's eat first, Huzi?"

"Okay!" Hu Zi seemed to not care about anything, but when Zeng Anmin mentioned the word "eat", his eyes suddenly shone brightly:
"Okay, okay, hehe."

My mouth is watering already.

Zeng Anmin lifted up Hu Zi's shirt and wiped his mouth.

He glanced towards the study again, curled his lips, and muttered:
"Repressive education and the like are the most annoying things."

……

In the study, Zeng Shilin looked out through the gap in the window.

After Zeng Anmin took Hu Zi and Aunt Lin out of the hospital for dinner.

The servants in the yard also left one after another.

He waited for a while until the whole yard was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Zeng Shilin finally couldn't bear it anymore and loosened his clenched hands that had turned white.

"Hahahahahahaha!!!"

A very hearty laugh echoed throughout the study.

"Qin! Do you like to compete with me in everything?"

"What about my daughter who has entered the realm of nurturing nature in half a year?"

"Hahaha! She's just the right wife for my son!"

"........."

But the latter words were said by Dad in his heart.

……

Prince Jiang's Palace is located in the southern part of Liangjiang County.

After turning two corners, the official road is not far away.

It is also the place where Wang Lin, the prince of Jiang Palace, died.

Although it was already night, the Prince Jiang's Mansion was brightly lit.

main hall.

A sturdy and strong figure sat on the chair in the middle with an expressionless face.

He was about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, with a tall and strong figure, and was tightly covered in a purple robe.

The neck and wrists reveal a bronze complexion.

The facial features are clear and deep, and the eyes are dark and icy.

This person was none other than the current King Jiang. He stared silently at a slightly hunchbacked old man across from him.

"The prince was indeed killed by a spiritual weapon." The hunchbacked old man had wrinkles all over his face, and he was dressed very simply in cloth.

If you didn't know, you would have thought he was an old farmer.

However, a gleam of light would flash in his seemingly cloudy eyes from time to time, giving people a sense of unfathomable depth.

The old man is an aide to Prince Jiang’s Mansion. His name is Qi Lang, but he prefers others to call him Mr. Qi.

Mr. Qi's voice was low and firm, with a hint of hoarseness:
"I am very familiar with the spiritual weapons made by the Xuanzhen Division."

"He died from the same spiritual weapon as Ah Er. The killer must be at least a warrior at the Ascension Level."

"Killed with one strike, clean and neat, enough to prove that the Black Cat Warrior is a habitual criminal."

After saying this, he looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and sat there in silence.

He was waiting, waiting for Prince Jiang to speak first.

After a long time.

Prince Jiang finally raised his deep eyes, flashing with a dangerous light that made people tremble:

"In the entire Liangjiang County, there are only a handful of warriors who have the Xuanzhensi spiritual weapon."

"The spiritual weapon is a short sword, there is none."

Having said that, he looked up at the rice paper on the table.

There was a green dagger drawn on the paper. The owner of the dagger was a mysterious man wearing a black hood.

This was drawn based on eyewitness accounts.

"The prince needs to send someone to take this painting to the Xuanzhen Division to find out the truth."

The old man shook his head slowly, his eyes deep.

When he mentioned the three words "Xuanzhensi", he was slightly absent-minded for a moment:

"The Xuanzhen Division has a reserve number of standard spiritual weapons. We should be able to find them."

When Prince Jiang heard this, he seemed to be thinking about something, and his fingertips tapped the table on his right hand side regularly.

"Da da da……"

The sound is very rhythmic.

After a while, Prince Jiang raised his head, revealing his slightly rough face, and his voice became fierce:
"Oh, then go ahead and ask! I want to see who is so bold."

As he spoke, a strong murderous intent emerged.

The entire main hall fell into a deathly silence.

The insects dare not chirp, the birds dare not sing.

The old man was silent for a while and did not respond.

However, Prince Jiang obviously had no intention of letting him go, and instead slowly focused his gaze on him:
"Mr. Qi, I heard that there is a formation called "Asking the Sky" in the Xuanzhen Division of the capital, which can be deduced based on a person's appearance and other information. I wonder..."

He was only halfway through his words, but the meaning was already clear.

When the old man heard this, he was distracted for a moment, then smiled bitterly:
"This method will shorten your lifespan... and I am not very advanced in Taoism, so I may not be able to deduce it."

Prince Jiang didn't even blink, but just continued to stare at him with his eyes slightly narrowed.

For a moment, the main hall was filled with a strange atmosphere.

The old man sighed slightly in his heart, then forced a smile, slowly stood up, and bowed to King Jiang:
"But the prince is in grief, and I understand. How dare I disobey your orders!"

"Good!" Prince Jiang smiled happily, clapped his hands and sighed:
"I met Mr. Qi, and it was like a fish in water!"

……

Soon, the main hall of the palace was filled with all kinds of materials.

Prince Jiang expelled all the servants, stood beside the old man with one hand behind his back, and looked at everything quietly.

Mr. Qi had a solemn expression and held a black and purple compass in his hand.

Looking at the extremely complex patterns drawn in blood on the ground.

"Heaven follows the earth, earth follows heaven, with golden velvet one can get a glimpse of the breath."

The old man muttered something, then suddenly opened his eyes, and the compass in his hand suddenly began to turn.

Not long after, a slight wave rose and fell towards the patterns on the ground.

"Om~"

As the sound rang out, the mysterious patterns on the ground, surrounded by several stones, flashed a barely detectable light.

The old man immediately closed his eyes again.

Perhaps some images flashed through his mind.

Maybe some words.

It is unknown to outsiders.

Prince Jiang only saw that after the old man opened his eyes again, a trace of blood was already flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Your Majesty, I have already mastered the identity of the Black Cat Warrior."

(End of this chapter)