Watching the movie Qin Shi Mingyue in Tianxing Jiuge, I feel numb

After the second episode of "Qin Shi Mingyue" was played, he felt physically and mentally comfortable and whole-body.

After all, it took forty years of skill.

In this world, he is already a great master.

And he is only 12, 34 or 12 years old, and there is still unlimited room for improvement.

I am looking forward to various futures.

Then he saw a group of people staring at him eagerly.

The leader is Xunzi, the head of Confucianism, Fu Nian.

There is a child next to Fu Nian who is a head smaller than Jiang Xiaobai. It looks like he must be Yan Lu.

Chapter 20 Brother

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"Uncle, uncle, master, brother and brother... I'm going to make a career in the world, but I can't bear to leave you."

At the foot of Xiaoshengxian Village.

Jiang Xiaobai's face was full of reluctance and he spoke sincerely.

The Confucian disciples around looked at each other in confusion.

The head of the Confucian School smiled kindly and said: "My child. You are a... good boy!! You already have peerless martial arts skills. Don't you want to go out and make a career in the world?"

When he said the words "good boy", his tone was very serious.

"When the young eagle grows up, it must fly! If you encounter anything outside, don't think about coming back. Because your road is ahead! You must not give up in the middle of the road!"

Jiang Xiaobai's body trembled, and his eyes gradually became complicated.

He clenched his fists tightly, "I haven't had time to say goodbye to my parents yet. I think there's no need to be so hasty."

"Urgent! Why aren't you in a hurry?"

One of the elderly Confucian scholars said: "Your parents are probably busy giving birth to a second child now and have no time to talk to you."

"..." Jiang Xiaobai.

Just, so ruthless and unreasonable?

Still not his biological son!

"Xiao Bai, this is your Changhong Sword! The teacher will cherish it and return it to you now. From now on, you will be a disciple."

"But I haven't mastered the six arts yet, and I've failed several subjects."

"I am the head of Confucianism, and I say you are qualified!"

"Teacher, I think it's better to treat everyone equally."

Jiang Xiaobai said seriously: "As your disciple, how can I embarrass you? I will study hard."

Fu Nian, who was on the side, saw a hand behind his back trembling, and thought to himself: The teacher's face will be completely humiliated by you. This has caused my senior brother to suffer along with him!

If you are left here any longer, the entire Confucian family will suffer.

There is no guarantee that someone will order all the soldiers and horses to copy Confucianism.

Just like this, who dares to keep you here?

It's a little too dangerous.

"Teacher, I am your last disciple. Your heir, what will you do if I leave?"

"bawl."

"That's your junior brother, his name is Yan Lu. He is now the closed disciple."

"...!"

Jiang Xiaobai glared fiercely.

That Yan Lu just smiled shyly.

Not afraid either.

Jiang Xiaobai tried all kinds of methods, but in the end it was useless.

He could only sigh and said, "The disciple will take his leave."

He carried a small package on his back and headed down the mountain in low spirits.

Before they had gone very far, there was a burst of cheers.

Let's just say, can you cover it up a little?

He hasn't gone far yet.

"The world is so big, where should I go?"

Jiang Xiaobai sighed.

The previous lingering was more or less true.

He is a lover of love.

Once you get used to staying in one place, you won't want to move.

I stayed well in this Confucian school, but I was kicked out.

I didn't do anything bad.

As if to drive away a scourge?

Before, there were many people chasing after me to please myself.

Now they are all missing.

Give him a wide berth.

There was no balcony to see him off, and the world was too cold.

"Humph!"

"Thirty years to the east of the river and thirty years to the west of the river! Don't bully young people into poverty!"

"I remember."

As for what I remembered, I don’t know.

It was so swaying all the way, and it was already dawn when we were going down the mountain.

No need to worry about curfew.

During this period in Qi, the curfew was not very strict.

When it comes to Qin's Moon, it becomes very strict.

Smelling a fragrance, I came to an inn.

"Fat Ding, is there anything delicious?"

"Okay, you can eat whatever you want."

A young fat man appeared with a big belly.

"Xiao Bai, what are you...!"

"I have graduated as a disciple! I am now an official Confucian scholar."

"Oh, that's amazing!"

Fatty Ding gave a thumbs up. He didn't know the whole story yet. I really thought that Jiang Xiaobai was so talented that he became a Confucian scholar at such a young age and even became a teacher.

I heard that Jiang Xiaobai is still in the family lineage.

It’s hard to be a teacher.

In Confucianism, it is difficult to go from an ordinary student to a Confucian scholar.

Just because Confucian scholars are no longer considered common people to a certain extent.

Compared with later generations, at least he was a scholar.

For example, Confucian scholars had to pass the threshold to become an official in the court, or to become a retainer, which was more popular in this era.

In modern times, they are civil servants.

It has a certain social status.

"hehe."

Pi Xiaorou smiled nonchalantly, and Jiang Xiaobai said:

"I just came down from Xiaoshengxian Village. I still don't know where I should study next. Fatty Ding, do you have any suggestions?"

"Hey, I'm just a cook, how could I know this?"

Jiang Xiaobai rolled his eyes, didn't he know you were from the Mo family?

Fatty Ding waved his hand.

He brought over a drawer of steaming big meat buns.

"Eat."

"Hmm, delicious!"

Jiang Xiaobai was not polite and his mouth was full of oil after eating.

"I think you have to learn a craft when you go out. Fatty Ding, how many tricks can you teach me as a cook?"

Jiang Xiaobai said seriously.

Fatty Ding blinked and scratched his head, "You are a Confucian disciple, how can you learn the skills of a cook from me? Do you ignore the principle of a gentleman cooking at a distance?"

"Nonsense!"

Jiang Xiaobai said contemptuously: "Did Confucius say so himself? What did he eat when he took three thousand disciples on a study tour? Did he also bring a cook with him?"

"You're not allowed to cook for yourself!"

"I tell you, a man who can cook is a good man!"

Snapped!

"well said!"

Fatty Ding slapped the table with excitement, startling Jiang Xiaobai.

"Little brother, it's so late for us to meet each other! You're absolutely right! I'll treat you to your meal for free."

Jiang Xiaobai blinked. He actually had no intention of paying.

Fatty Ding said angrily: "You Confucians, you look at people by their noses one by one. You are not as capable as Confucius, but your temper is higher than that of the old man."

"You still look down on the cook, right? Without a cook, what will they eat?"

It can be seen that this fat man still suffers from Confucianism.

If it hadn't been for the large amount of money given, I might not have accepted the business.

Jiang Xiaobai patted his shoulder angrily, "Brother Ding, we will be like brothers from now on."

"Yeah! Brother."

"Hey, brother!"

Jiang Xiaobai shouted this very sincerely.

"Brother, I'm a little tired from the journey down the mountain. Is there a place to rest?"

"How could there not be?! This is your home! You can live wherever you want, sleep wherever you want! You're welcome."

Fatty Ding patted his big belly.

Jiang Xiaobai also patted his full belly, cupped his fists, and said, "I'm not polite, brother."

He turned around and went upstairs.

A sly smile appeared on his face.