final catastrophe

Chapter 266 88. Deception and Sincerity (for Subscription)
There are no Jiazi in the mountains, and the days do not know the years.

It was said that the time passed quickly on the mountain, but for Xiao Xiayan, it seemed like years.

For reading classics, Xia Ji directly called Sima Jia, the "Ghost Talent" of Wudang, and asked him to teach this child of fortune, so that he would be educated and sensible.

Naturally, this silver-haired, thin man is very happy to be able to teach the future emperor.

But he also has concerns.

According to legend, the information sent back by the moth during this period, plus "the time when the emperor looks at the sky", he can see the general trend of the world clearly without leaving home.

And this general trend is in Shanghuang.

The name is justified, and the elite soldiers and generals under him are simply unmatched.

Originally, she and the young lady who turned out to be born among the bandits were at odds with each other, but one incident completely changed everything.
But no matter what, as this teacher, Sima Jia is still very happy.

He took out two books from his pocket, one was a brand new manuscript, and the other was an old and yellowed booklet that had no corners curled up.

The two big characters in writing are impressively in sight.

"Deception".

If there is a private school teacher, or any teacher with educational knowledge here, he will definitely be speechless.

Little children, who don't know how many ligatures, teach this kind of thing?
Enlightenment readers are generally "Three Character Classics", "Hundred Surnames" and the like, and then learn rituals, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, scriptures and long poems.
Most people may never come across this book in their lifetime.

How dare you use such a book to teach a child who can't tell right from wrong?
If this teacher reads the book "Deceitful Ways" again, he will probably leave angrily
Because this book is by no means a classic, but written by Sima Jia himself.

Xia Ji privately speculated from a human point of view, and privately expressed similar doubts about this silver-haired elder brother.

But in the cold wind, Sima Jia solemnly explained: "Teach students according to their aptitude, although this statement is applicable to students, it is also suitable for Jia.

Jia is not good at the ethics of scriptures.

Jiahuang spent more than [-] years, and what he learned was integrated into his brushstrokes, but he wrote the book "Deceitful Ways", using this book to teach Yanyan, he must be able to handle it with ease.

Jiake taught him to know right from wrong, know good and evil, understand the current situation, and be good at checking and balancing. This is the art of an emperor. "

Xia Ji nodded and said, "Then you should try it first."

Thus, Xia Yan picked up his enlightenment book "Deceitful Ways" under the hands of the world's number one conspirator.

"Thus a bird of prey will strike, it will fly lowly and fold its wings; a beast will fight, its ears will fall down; a sage will move, and he must look foolish."

The sound of Xia Yan's childish reading rose loudly on the top of the mountain.

Although he didn't understand what he was reading, but this silver-haired master was much better than his uncle, and would bring himself some small gifts from time to time.

Day after day, Xia Yan finally got used to this kind of life.

Like his uncle, he also uses a knife, and Xia Ji will spend some time every day to teach him how to hold a knife, how to use strength, angle, reaction and so on.

The strange thing is that Xia Ji never taught him moves.

I just told him repeatedly, "No matter how strong a move is, it can never compare to intuition, where intuition comes from is your heart.

The mind is the sword intent.

And it never shows its true face in peace."

Very ordinary day.

"Yanyan, what is your biggest emotion right now?" Xia Ji stood against the wind, standing on the top of the cliff.

The child in the black robe squeezed out a smile and said, "Happy."

Xia Ji nodded, "Sima Jia taught well."

The next day, Sima Jia didn't come to class, and was replaced by another Wudang three-generation elite disciple who was quite educated and reasonable. His name was Zhang Wenshu, and he used to be a private school teacher before becoming a Taoist priest.

He brought "San Zi Jing", "Hundred Surnames" and other books, and then began to teach Xia Yan word by word.

It's just that Xia Yan felt extremely bored, and at the same time, his heart was full of fear.
He vaguely knew why Teacher Jia wasn't in class today.

But this teacher Zhang Wenshu was really persevering and tirelessly tried his best to teach. Although the child didn't cooperate well in the end, he was still not tepid or angry.

To say that he didn't cooperate well doesn't mean that Xia Yan was crying and fussing.

He doesn't cry or make trouble, and asks a few unintentional questions from time to time.

But Zhang Wenshu just knew, he didn't listen at all.

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Xia Ji came to the top of the cliff again.

After the step-by-step training, Xia Yan organized his words and said, "Uncle, I want Teacher Jia to teach me."

"why?"

"Teacher Jia taught well."

After speaking, he stared up at the man in front of him with wide eyes.

Xia Ji looked at the cloudy sky with his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "What is your biggest emotion right now?"

He strangely asked the question he asked the day before.

Xia Yan stood behind him in a daze, the sun shifted, causing the little child to be completely covered by the shadow of the white-robed headmaster.

He naturally dared not answer happy again, but if he told his true feelings
Could it be courting death?

Xia Ji just waited for a moment, but turned and left without waiting for an answer.

Let Jing Xiang, who came later, pick up the child and go back to have dinner and rest.

the next few days.

Xia Yan did not wait for the amiable and funny teacher Jia.

On the contrary, it was the warm book that nagged in his ear every day, tirelessly.

Soon, Xia Yan was not as repulsive as he was at first, after all he was a child at heart, full of curiosity about everything.

Although books such as "Three Character Classics" and "Hundred Family Surnames" are much less interesting than "Deceitful Ways", this Zhang Wenshu has been thrown a few blocks by Mr. Jia in terms of conversation and knowledge.

But Xia Yan had no choice, he could only study, study hard, and memorize by rote.

After half a year.

midsummer.

Xia Yanxu is three years old.

It's just that his body looks like a five or six-year-old child, not only big, but also very strong.

There is a calm look in the pupils from time to time, but the cunning is also fleeting.

Surrounded by mountains and rivers, it is stable and flexible.

He hadn't seen Teacher Jia for a long time.

This day, after normal training.

The head teacher in white robe asked the previous question again: "Xia Yan, what is your biggest emotion right now?"

This is the third time he asked.

Xia Yan remembered it very clearly.

During this period of time, he tossed and turned, always thinking about why his terrifying uncle asked this question, and then he began to examine his heart.

So this time, he took a deep breath, and although he was still afraid, he resolutely said the answer: "Fear."

He raised his head, his pupils were clear, "I've always been terrified around my uncle."

Xia Ji looked at the sky, the corners of his lips turned up slightly, and suddenly he tugged, laughing loudly.

The skylark seemed frightened, and all the beasts in the midsummer forest stopped.

Just like the king speaks, everything stops.

Xia Yan trembled. The older he got, the more he felt the fear of his uncle, and his little heart felt that this fear would last for a long, long time.

In fact, the white-robed headmaster stopped laughing, turned around, his eyes were like sharp swords in the darkness, and Xia Yan took two steps back in shock.

Xia Ji opened his mouth and said slowly: "Very good. At least you have finally learned to be honest.

Sima Jia taught you tricks, of course it is good.

But as a strong person, the first thing you need to learn is not cunning, but sincerity!

Be honest with others and yourself.

Sincere to the knife in your hand.

Only sincerity will make you feel your own thoughts.

It doesn't matter if others ridicule or bully him, so what if he looks smart and cute?

How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan? "

Xia Yan listened quietly, this time it was rare for him not to refute from the bottom of his heart, in fact, he felt that what his uncle said made sense, he seemed to be a very remarkable person.

And Xia Ji suddenly raised his voice, roaring like a tiger, "Then Xia Yan, come and try, integrate your fear into the knife, and show it to me."

Xia Yan raised his head and looked at the terrifying man in front of him, his body trembling. At this moment, the headmaster in white robe was extremely powerful, like the scorching sun in the sky, making it impossible to look at each other.

His hand was trembling, and he was holding the handle of the knife, but after pulling it out for a long time, he couldn't pull out the knife after all.

Then, he heard a mocking sneer, which was like a giant hand holding his heart fiercely.

Looking up again, the headmaster in white robe had disappeared in place, his back was so far away.

So far that I seem to be unable to catch up in my life.

(End of this chapter)