Joy of Life: I'm really not a saint

When everyone heard the news, they all found it incredible.

Si Gu Jian's return journey was not as mysterious as when he came here. Instead, he traveled on the official road.

He was defeated by Li An and left behind his sword. This news also came from Si Gu Jian himself.

You know, in this world, a grandmaster can be the one who guards a country.

They are proud and will not belittle themselves just to praise someone. So, if Si Gu Jian says that he lost, then he really lost!

As one of the four great masters and the saint of swords, he enjoys extremely high prestige in the hearts of warriors.

Even such a martial arts legend has been defeated by Li Ang, which makes everyone even more curious about Li Ang!

This time he did not become famous through divination, but by openly exposing his strength, allowing the world to re-recognize this new master.

"I'd better draw the prize of one million taels after divination." Li An thought to himself, and turned to Wang Shisanlang and said, "Thank you very much this time. I owe you a favor!"

Wang Shisanlang shook his head and said, "No need to do that. I told you that I will have to follow you from now on."

Li An nodded and checked his body. Although he could move, he still said to Wang Shisanlang: "I am not well now and have not fully recovered. During this time, I would like to ask Brother Wang to help take care of those boys!"

"It's natural. They are all very cute. It's not hard work."

After Zhao Tong'er brought the food tray and placed it on the table, Li An asked the two to leave first on the pretext of healing their injuries.

"After the wealth reached 1 million taels, there was no reminder of the lottery until it broke through 1.5 million taels! I guess it will be more and more difficult to get the chance to win the lottery. If I guess correctly, there will be a new chance only when it breaks through 2 million taels!" Li An sighed in his heart.

It’s impossible to have a small goal. This is a big goal!

"After this, there will be two-level draws of one million. How can I save up for this?"

Only then did Li An take out the book on finger technique "One Finger" and began to flip through it.

[Ding! It is detected that the host has used Lingxi Yizhi and Wuqing Sword Technique. Do you want to consume wealth points to integrate with your own martial arts? ]

[The One Yang Finger and the Lingxi Finger merge into the Lingxi Divine Finger, consuming a wealth of 50,000 taels of silver! ]

[The combination of the Zheng Liang Yi Sword Technique and the Wu Qing Sword Technique is the Thirteen Swords of the Holy Spirit, which consumes a wealth of 100,000 taels of silver! ]

【Yes or no】

The corner of Ang Lee's mouth twitched slightly. Here it comes, that familiar feeling comes again!

System, you are worthy of it!

Then he chose yes without hesitation. Ang Lee was in pain and happy!

[Ding, wealth value consumed is 150,000 taels, fusion successful! ]

[Please check it yourself! ]

Thirteen Swords of the Holy Spirit: Reaching the pinnacle!

Lingxi Divine Finger LV0: 0/4.5!

Li An let out a breath. Fortunately, the system still had some conscience. His swordsmanship directly reached the pinnacle without asking him to start over.

He continued to consume his wealth points and upgraded the Spiritual Finger to the maximum level. However, his wealth points were only 460,000 taels left.

Looking at this wave of improvement, Ang Lee smiled happily, and his smile was very hearty!

Continue! This time, the fortune value exceeds one million taels!

"Go wash your hands and get rid of the bad luck after being injured!"

Not long after, Li An returned to the table, studying his body while eating. He was really hungry, so he just ate without paying attention to the taste of the food, because his mind was attracted by the changes in his body.

He has now reached this step, and similar to Emperor Qing's body without meridians, he can absorb and store nuclear radiation energy infinitely, and can be called a human base station.

But now there is no urgency to forcibly improve the internal strength. The internal strength is just an endurance ability. And more is a problem of energy output, which involves the concept of "intention" and "Tao". Or there are more unique means of attack.

He used his left hand to divine, and tried several directions, but in the end he could only get an upper middle number. But Li An did not hesitate, because he knew that the plot had been fully unfolded, and he would not have the opportunity to make money so leisurely in the future.

System, lottery!

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for receiving a gift pack of elixirs! ]

Li An was stunned. He quickly took out the prize from the space and checked it:

This is a set of life-saving elixirs and a large gift package of elixirs that increase true qi, which are effective for warriors from level one to level nine. In addition to the life-saving elixirs, there is one elixir for each of the nine realms, ten of each. This made Li An think of using it to cultivate disciples and accelerate their growth.

But the key problem is that I can’t use it!

Good man, I worked so hard to save money to break through to the Grandmaster level, and now you come to me with a pill that can help me grow quickly, right? So all my efforts so far were in vain?

How did he win this? This is a lottery worth millions of dollars! Li An was in tears.

I wanted to stay in the room to adapt to the new realm and new martial arts, but now I have no interest in it. I simply picked up the teaching materials I prepared a few days ago and went out. Zhao Tonger, your nightmare is coming!

"Come here, come here! Ah Zi, let your junior brother out from under you! And Xu Sheng, where did you get the iron sword? Did Wang Shisanlang give it to you? Put it down quickly, and don't point it at your brother. Come and gather quickly, bring paper and pen, your master has prepared new teaching materials for you, and then I will determine your future path!"

Li An squinted his eyes and looked at Wang Shisanlang: Is this what you promised me to do to take good care of my disciples? These are real weapons. What if they get hurt while practicing martial arts? Can't I just go the academic route? What do I need so many swordsmen for?

Wang Shisanlang understood Li An's look, looked up at the sky, and pretended not to see it. He thought to himself that he knew swordsmanship, and had practiced with real swords and guns, so what was there to be afraid of? Besides, he was watching by the side, so nothing could go wrong.

"Okay, pay attention and take good notes. I will explain five kinds of learning to you next. You can choose one to practice. This will also be your main path of study in the future!"

All the disciples looked over with eager expressions. In recent days, they have understood the importance of learning, and now they are very focused, holding pens and preparing to take notes.

"The first is the agricultural school! They advocate farming, encourage the development of agricultural production, and study agricultural production issues. Nowadays, most people are engaged in farming, so "focusing on agriculture" means "focusing on the people", and the tendency to focus on agriculture will inevitably develop into the idea of ​​people-oriented. The success of a government lies in following the will of the people; the failure of a government lies in going against the will of the people."

".Follow the will of the people and be loyal and loving to the people."

".Practice prudence in hunger and provide relief from disasters and famines."

"According to the time of the sky, we should master the rhythm of the changing seasons, formulate a calendar, and achieve 'knowing the time'."

Li An explained the thoughts of the farmers, and watched as some of his disciples understood some of the parts. If they did not understand something, they would immediately write it down for future study. Everyone was writing furiously, and the only sound left in the room was the sound of the brushes scratching across the paper.

Even Wang Shisanlang, who was bored and dazed, was dazed at the moment. After waking up, he looked at Li An as if he was looking at a monster!

What the hell is this calendar and farming time!

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Chapter 54 Fan Xian returns to Beijing.

Li An then talked about Mohism: "The second is the Mohist doctrine. Universal love is non-aggression. The so-called universal love includes the meaning of equality and universal love. In an ideal state, it requires the monarch and his subjects, father and son, and brothers to love each other on the basis of equality."

"Tian Zhiming Ghost."

"Adhere to unity and value virtue."

“Frugality in funerals, people-oriented”

"Next is the Legalist school of thought."

"A miscellaneous scholar."

“Master.”

Ang Lee took a sip of tea, looked at the sky and saw that it was getting late, and finally said: "In short, a master writer uses rigorous logical thinking to turn language into a symbol of pure thinking."

"Okay, that's all for today. Go back home tonight and think carefully about what subject you want to study. Of course, don't slack off on your martial arts and other studies either."

After Li An finished speaking, he went to the kitchen and told Mrs. Zhang and others that it was time to eat.

After dinner, the disciples were asked to go back and rest early. They had overused their brains today and all of them looked dizzy. But the effect was very obvious. They were all shocked, including Wang Shisanlang.

"Can I continue to listen to your lectures?" Shisan Wang came over and asked.

In his opinion, he is now Ang Lee's son, so it's not too much to learn some knowledge, right?

As expected, Li An nodded: "Academics, since I teach them, they are meant to be spread, and everyone can listen."

Seeing that Li An agreed, Shisan Wang quickly said, "I have decided which subject I want to study! I want to study the theory of various schools of thought. The mathematics and physics in it are very interesting."

"The spatial coordinates you mentioned gave me some insights."

"Tell me, if three people are attacking me with swords at the same time, one is ten meters behind me on the right, slashing diagonally downward with his sword, the second one is five meters behind me on the left, and the last one is eight meters in front of me, stabbing straight at me, and they are all at the eighth level, how should I deal with them?"

The corner of Li Ang's mouth twitched slightly. You are such a little genius!

"So what do you think?" Li An asked back.

Wang Shisanlang scratched his head and said, "I don't know what to do. I think I should use the Thousand Illusion Sword first, then take a step back, and then..."

"Yeah! Trust your instincts!"

You will say goodbye to mathematics and physics in this life!

In this way, Li Anquan devoted himself to the daily teaching and established an incentive system, whereby the disciples with top academic performance in each subject were rewarded with elixirs.

This is not the way to go. There are only ten doses of pills and there are eighteen disciples, so the distribution is uneven.

At the same time, mathematics has become a universal subject that every disciple must learn.

The days passed one by one, and a few days later, Fan Xian returned to Kyoto, and Si Lili also returned with him!

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Si Lili was taken away by the Inspection Institute. Fan Xian looked at Si Lili with deep eyes as she entered the black "castle" and gradually made up his mind.

Afterwards, he turned around to look for Ye Ling'er, but Ye Ling'er still refused to tell the truth about the Niulan Street assassination. Now that all clues have been cut off and there is no way forward, Fan Xian has no other choice.

"If I want to find out the truth, there is only one way left!" Fan Xian pondered.

That afternoon, Fan Xian was eating leisurely in his yard. After a while, Wang Qinian climbed over the wall and entered the yard, carrying a large box on his back. It was unknown whether he did it accidentally or on purpose, but he stepped on a large wine jar when he landed and fell flat on his face. When he stood up, rubbing his waist, Fan Xian was already laughing beside him.

"Why hasn't this broken wine jar been moved away yet!" Wang Qinian complained to Fan Xian, cursing.

Fan Xian said with a smile, "You always act sneaky every time you come here. Isn't there a main entrance? By the way, have you finished your business?"

Wang Qinian laughed, his expression was very vulgar, and he didn't answer. He just raised his right hand and rubbed two fingers back and forth vigorously.

Fan Xian was so angry that he took out the silver note and handed it to him, and promised that he had sent someone to handle the cattle and the land deed. Only then did Wang Qinian draw the entrance and exit of the Inspection Institute and the garrison situation with satisfaction.

Fan Xian finally had to take the risk.

Wang Qinian tried to persuade Fan Xian but failed, so he gave the map to Fan Xian. He also wanted to give Fan Xian the "treasure" he had treasured for many years, hoping that Si Lili would speak up, but Fan Xian refused.

First, Fan Xian was worried that if he failed and was captured, these tools might implicate Wang Qinian. Second, he did not want to use such drastic means to interrogate Si Lili. After all, he was reborn from a new era. Whether he was too soft-hearted or a saint, he still had a bottom line.

That night, Fan Xian changed into his nightgown and sneaked into the dungeon of the Supervisory Council. What he didn't know was that the posts that were supposed to be guarded were empty along the way. Only after he entered did someone return to their original position to guard, as if they had let him in on purpose.

But Fan Xian didn't care about so many things at this time. It was not until he heard the name from Si Lili and left the Supervisory Office that he gradually reacted.

The next night, Fan Xian couldn't sleep.

"Why, why is it him?" Fan Xian looked distressed. Thinking of his beloved Lin Wan'er, his heart was full of struggle. "Lin Gong, I will not let things end like this."

On the second night, Fan Xian, who was about to sneak into the Lin Mansion to assassinate Lin Gong, was stopped by Wu Zhu, who had disappeared for a long time.

He spoke in a mechanical and cold voice: "You are in a state of confusion right now. No matter what you want to do, you will not succeed!"

"So what? Where were you when I was assassinated?" Fan Xian was agitated, as if he had been betrayed by Wu Zhu. "Have you ever experienced that kind of despair? I almost died, and Fujiko Kyo almost died too. At that moment, what I thought about most was not myself, but Fujiko Kyo's family. I was scared. I was afraid that if the worst happened, I would not be able to explain to his family. Do you understand?"

At this time, Wu Zhu finally showed some emotion: "I was led away! Next time, this won't happen again!"

"Haha, what did you promise me in the first place? If Li An hadn't suddenly appeared and saved us, I wouldn't have been alive in that situation." Fan Xian laughed bitterly: "The person behind this is Lin Gong, I can't be soft-hearted, I'm going to kill him!"

"I won't let you go." Wu Zhu shook his head and said, "I told you that you will fail."

Fan Xian's face was already filled with anger at this time, and he growled in a low voice: "Are you going to stop me too?"

In his excitement, Fan Xian finally couldn't help but attack. With a heart full of grievances and a breakthrough to the ninth rank, he drew out his short knife and attacked Wu Zhu. Then, he was knocked unconscious by Wu Zhu.

When he woke up again, it was already the next morning.

After getting up, he immediately realized that something was wrong. Wuzhu was missing.

"Could my uncle have gone to kill Lin Gong himself?" Fan Xian was secretly anxious and hurried out to find out the news. Finally, he learned that Lin Gong had left the city overnight.

Fan Xian hurriedly ran out of the city, but was stopped by the Second Prince. It was not quite right to say that he was stopped. The Second Prince told Fan Xian that Lin Gong had left the city and Kyoto yesterday after meeting with the Crown Prince.

If Fan Xian wanted to find someone at this time, he could send Xie Bian to help. Unexpectedly, Fan Xian refused.

He just shook his head and smiled bitterly, then fell silent. But he sighed inwardly:

"That's too late."

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