Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 65 What Makes a Skilled Warrior?

"The scholar Shi has not yet been assigned an official position, which suggests that he has no connections in the court."

Even at this moment, Shi Juren's heart stirred. Was the academy going to use benefits to settle this matter?

That won't work either; just refuse. He's not a completely bad person.

It's just that someone is about to reveal their true colors.

Xu Xuan gave a gentle smile.

"What I mean is, with the academy's capabilities, it can naturally help you rise to great heights."

"Choose one: Guobei County, Guangping County, Zichuan County, or Taiyuan Prefecture in the north."

That tone was so generous.

As Xu Xuan listed the examples, Shi, the scholar, broke out in a cold sweat.

The three counties ahead are all notorious for their poverty, harshness, and unruly people. There are records of officials being killed, and countless legends of ghosts and monsters.

Taiyuan Prefecture in the north was a place of long-standing warfare, a veritable vortex of blood and flesh, inhabited by the Xiongnu, Xianbei, and Turks.

The forced performance of duties is truly vicious; if one were to take their family to these places, they would surely die.

Xu Xuan didn't stop, but continued speaking.

"Qiao Feng is about to die of illness at home."

"It's a pity that such a virtuous gentleman was persecuted and died a violent death in Jinning."

"If he dies, the things that the Wang family and the historians have done will be reported to Professor Mao of the Department of History and recorded in the annals."

"Alas, decades or centuries from now, people will still remember Qiao Sheng, Lian Cheng, and the Shi and Wang families."

Xu Xuan and Professor Taishi Mao hadn't even exchanged a word, and this trivial matter wasn't even worthy of being recorded in the other's records, but that didn't stop them from making a big fuss.

Scholar Shi trembled, filled with unspeakable fear.

"You see, you can die if you take office. You can die if you write a local history or a provincial history."

"It's all about death."

The others were too far away to hear what was being said.

Only Xiaoqing stood behind with an expression that said, "How could this be?", her eyes wide open.

This is nothing like what I expected; this scholar-monk is a really bad person.

But he doesn't seem to be a bad person.
After all, seeing the terrified look on that old, pedantic man's face was more satisfying than punching him.

Xu Xuan felt a pang of pity seeing the old man's fearful expression. "I am a Buddhist disciple," he thought, "so..."
"I have a way to resolve this dilemma, but I don't know it."

"You, you, please ask for my instructions."

Scholar Shi was very sincere and had no airs at all.

"Why not let Miss Liancheng change into a maid's clothes, cover her face, and go see Qiao Sheng one last time?"

"Since the two are separated by life and death, nothing will happen."

“You have offended neither the academy nor the Wang family.”

"But how can this dilemma be resolved?"

Looking at Xu Xuan's smile, Shi Juren was filled with fear, but he still had to force a smile that creased his face.

"I understand, I understand, Young Master Xu is right."

After saying this, he immediately waved for the servants to leave, saying that this matter should not be publicized.

"Ahem, Liancheng, since you insist on going, I won't stop you. However..."

A moment later, the disguised young lady followed Xu Xuan and the others straight to the Qiao family, and Scholar Shi also changed his clothes and followed.

He needs to see if that poor boy is really dying.

No sooner had the group left than a servant slipped out the back door to inform them of the news and prepare to collect the reward.

After Xiaoqing sensed it, she was about to turn around and smash the man's head, but Xu Xuan stopped her again.

"The Wang family are major salt merchants. They had a conflict with Qiao Feng before over the Liancheng matter. Given the strict separation of men and women, it's no surprise that they left spies in the Shi family mansion."

"Besides, I let that person go on purpose."

Xiao Qing's round eyes were filled with great confusion.

"Therefore, the skillful strategist brings the enemy to his own ends rather than being brought to his own ends."

"A skilled military strategist can maneuver the enemy without being controlled by them and seize the initiative in the war."

"The Wang family is the enemy's stronghold; we cannot go there lightly."

“There may be something wrong with the Tibetan monks who use the flesh from a man’s chest to make medicine.”

"It would be better to lure the snake out of its hole, then wait for it to tire itself out, and we can be in an invincible position."

Xiaoqing nodded, having learned something new, and wanted to share it with her sister when she got back.

He suddenly got angry again during the journey. What does it mean to lure the snake out of its hole?

The group arrived at the Qiao family seemingly without anyone noticing.

When Liancheng entered the room, he saw Qiao Feng lying on the hospital bed, pale-faced and wrapped in gauze, resting with his eyes closed.

"Qiao Lang~~~~"

The girl lunged forward and immediately collapsed onto him, sobbing and wailing.

Scholar Shi, following behind, looked at the lifelessness on the poor boy's face and sighed.

Who told you to have such bad luck? But at least you had some peace and quiet before you left.
At Xu Xuan's prompting, Xiao Qing helped Lian Cheng up.

"If you keep pressing down, this human will die soon."

Qiao Feng only breathed a sigh of relief when Lian Cheng stood up. It really hurt when he pressed it against his chest; he almost passed out. But seeing Lian Cheng actually standing in front of him, he was in a daze again.

Instructor Xu is an honest person.

Then came Qiao Lang, Lian Cheng, Qiao Lang, and Lian Cheng.
Xu Xuan couldn't bear to watch; what was this tall, strong man doing, getting all sentimental?

So he pulled Shi Juren, Xiaoqing, and Gu Jia Erlang to squat outside the door.

I really can't listen to anything about what's going on between that young couple.

"Scholar-monk, is this what you call love?"

"Yes, this is called love. Love arises without warning and deepens with time. If it weren't for us, they might have met in the underworld, and then..."

Xu Xuan was telling everyone a short story about being inseparable in life and death, and falling in love after being resurrected.

Scholar Shi was listening quite attentively.

Suddenly, I jolted awake and slapped my thigh hard.

"Young Master Xu! You've lied to this old man!"

"Although Qiao Feng was seriously injured, he is not dead!"

"What should we do? This is terrible! This is terrible!"

The old man was pacing anxiously, while Xu Xuan was checking the equipment.

"It's about time."

A loud shout came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Open the door! You, Qiao Feng, have actually resorted to such despicable means! Today I'm going to take you to see the authorities!"

Then came the sound of banging on the door.

Scholar Shi was stunned, his face turning ashen. All the anxiety and anger he had felt his whole life had come to an end on this day.

Xu Xuan thought to himself that he couldn't upset Qiao Feng's father-in-law to the point of harming him; what if the joyous occasion turned into a tragedy?

I still offered a couple of pointers.

"See that chair in the corner? Sit down, then faint. The rest is none of your business."

Look how thoughtful they are; they can't bear to let someone lie on the ground.

The old man looked at the young man with a complicated expression, perhaps having already planned this from the moment the young man entered the house.

Along with resentment, there was also an inexplicable fear in my heart.

Helpless, he ran to the chair in the corner, tilted his head to the side, and 'lost consciousness'.

Clang.

The door was finally pushed down, and a young master with an ordinary appearance, lewd eyes, and an arrogant demeanor rushed in with a large number of servants.

"Very well, very well, I wondered how that poor wretch dared to do such a thing, turns out he has someone backing him up! Do you know that?"

Before he could finish speaking, Xu Xuan interrupted him with a sneer.

Arrogant and domineering?

You've messed with the wrong person!

The young man sitting in the chair calmly took out his academy badge, which was surrounded by an aura of righteousness, making those with evil intentions feel uneasy.

"Who do you think you are to bark here like a dog? Open your dog eyes and see clearly."

“I am a teacher at Chongqi Academy and an official registered with the school administration.”

"Who are you? What are your achievements and what position do you hold? How dare you question me?!"

These stern shouts forced Young Master Wang to retreat repeatedly, unable to respond.

"Without official rank or title, trespassing on private property?"

According to the Jin Dynasty law, anyone who enters a house, dwelling, or vehicle without cause, or attempts to violate the law by pulling or dragging someone, shall be executed without penalty.

"Xiaoqing, do it!"

The Jin Code was compiled with reference to the Han Code, and this article does indeed exist in it.

However, no one has ever taken it seriously, since exercising unlimited self-defense requires strong military force to guarantee it.

But coincidentally, the fighting prowess inside this dilapidated and shabby little courtyard is surprisingly strong.

Xu Xuan had already made up his mind to act swiftly and decisively, taking down the source first before considering the rest.

Xiao Qing appeared in front of Young Master Wang as a streak of azure light. Her jade-colored fist slammed out like a meteor, the distorted air demonstrating the weight of the punch.

It!
A sudden sound of chanting arose, and a golden wall of light unfolded within my spiritual awareness.

Xiao Qing's punch, imbued with five hundred years of internal energy, couldn't penetrate the wall. Although the wall was teetering on the verge of collapse and even beginning to crumble, it couldn't harm the person behind it.

Xu Xuan's heart sank.

He looked at the Tibetan monk who had somehow appeared behind Young Master Wang.

He wore a crimson sleeveless top, a crimson wrap skirt, and a crimson robe.

Tibetan Buddhism
That was the six-syllable mantra "ne," which can avert and extinguish the harm caused by evil kings.

There was something slightly off about the aura; there was an evil energy lurking within.

After his senior brother's tutoring, Xu Xuan was no longer a novice in cultivation. He knew that the Tantric sect had always been evil, but evil shouldn't exist. It seemed that he had found the real mastermind.

They also learned why Qiao Feng had suffered this calamity.

I originally thought the Tibetan monk was just a bald thief who hadn't yet entered the monastic path, but I never expected him to be a wicked monk who had entered the monastic path. My plans have changed.

Draw your sword!

(End of this chapter)