Arknights, are you a good person?

Today, Qi Yuan saw how a person can be both perfunctory and serious.

What a contradictory family.

Qi Yuan shook his head slightly. He had a new understanding of the awkward yet sincere family affection of Sui Beast. They must have experienced a lot together to have the current situation.

"Let's get down to business. It's impolite of me as a host to let the stalkers just wait and yawn."

Qi Yuan clapped his hands and drew his attention back.

“We have to make sure others don’t miss out.”

"Master Xiao Qi is right. I will start now... It is said that Master Xiao Qi's talent is amazing. If you were to give this action a title, what would you name it?"

"Seven Star Swords are presented on the seventh night of the year."

"Ok?"

Then Lord Xiao Qi made a mistake, because what he gave was not some mysterious Seven-Star Sword, but a treasure that could crush the entire Dayan.

Ji put down the treasure box expressionlessly and placed his hand lightly on it.

"It's embarrassing."

"Wait a minute." Xi's face flushed slightly, "You want to take off the illusion, right? I'll go put on some clothes first."

"Seventh Brother, you should go out for a while and then come back, so that it will be valuable. It would be too disrespectful to our audience to appear directly after a flash." Qi Yuan also said.

"Okay." Ji nodded slightly, picked up the treasure box, turned around and left.

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Although Jijiu is a noble position, it still has prestige. Coupled with the set of rhetoric passed down from the founding of the country, there will still be a group of students following this path every year. Although it cannot solve any practical problems and is not as effective as an apprentice Taoist priest who changes his job halfway, it gives people a strong sense of moral superiority, just like poison.

There are really few people, and the die-hard fans are really die-hard fans.

At this time, this group of Confucian disciples who had gone astray were squatting in a house they had rented in advance, staring intently at the movements in front of them.

"Why is there no movement at all?"

A young scholar rubbed his high hat and said, "Didn't Qi Xiao'er come to see me?"

"I saw him walking this way with my own eyes. There is absolutely no mistake."

"Isn't he a ghost?"

"Don't talk about weird things!"

The leader was a student who was about to graduate. He spoke very seriously, which silenced the other young students.

Although he is very young, he is appreciated by the chief academician of the academy and has been confirmed to stay at the school to teach. He has no worries and is naturally admired by everyone.

"Be careful and observe, don't make any noise, and don't say anything inappropriate."

The senior said seriously.

He did not take the proper path of studying in the academy, but instead relied on the favor of Grand Tutor Zhenlong to achieve success overnight. This undoubtedly made people very dissatisfied. The young man was very ambitious, and his actions at this moment were out of truth and justice.

He was the only one who got votes for the grade leader, while the rest voted for an apprentice agricultural master. Although these peasants were not qualified to enter the academy before the Taifu reform, he did not comment on the words of the sage.

But for a farmer to be the head of the grade... is still too rebellious. The saints also said that only when everyone performs his or her duties can the world run in an orderly manner. Why don't these people obey?

The greatest kindness they could offer was to hold a pair of muddy and ravine-covered hands and say with emotion: "I am one of the Three Dukes, and you farm. We are both contributing to Dayan. There is no distinction between high and low."

They observed Qi Yuan silently, not noticing that there was someone behind them, recording their every word and action.

The Great Yan Imperial Guards, the Black Cape who has not retired!

610: True Dragon; My sword is not at all disadvantageous

The Black Suo are Wei Yanwu's exclusive troops. Their former weapons have been removed and they are old. However, their combat power is still terrifying and they can control the violent terrorist riots that are spreading throughout Longmen without any obstacles.

It is really hard to imagine how terrifying the young, strong and well-equipped imperial guards would be.

"Do these young people know what they are facing?"

The Imperial Guards presented the intelligence. The students were still excitedly discussing Qi Yuan the previous moment, but less than a second later, the content of the conversation was transmitted completely to the ears of the real dragon, which could be called a live broadcast.

“How many people are there at the scene?”

Zhenlong's elbows were resting on the edge of the chair, his head slightly tilted to the side, gently supported by his palms, revealing a majestic laziness. The lights were dim, and his face was hidden in the huge shadows.

The chief of the imperial guards knelt on the ground, waiting

This place certainly cannot be the Pepper Room and Gui Palace on top.

Simple blue bricks, warm kang, and a postmodern courtyard. If Qi Yuan went out to check, he would be surprised to find out - isn't this next door to his house?

If he were still staying on the palace wall and waiting for the imperial guards to report tonight's grand occasion, the real dragon would remember the feeling of loss for the rest of his life.

The leader of the imperial guards knelt on the ground, silent.

"How many people have come?" the real dragon asked again, his invisible majesty pressing down like a mountain, making it hard to breathe.

"The boys are still... counting."

"so much?!"

Zhenlong was so surprised that he blurted out, almost standing up from the kang. He immediately realized that he had lost his composure, waved his hand, and said in great disappointment:

"Then wait until the number is out, and then come see me."

The leader of the imperial guards responded, always facing the real dragon, and slowly walked out of the courtyard backwards.

As soon as his subordinate left, the real dragon immediately revealed its true form.

"Hey, teacher, did you hear that? So many people are here. It's really lively today." He clapped his hands in joy.

“Most people are actually here to watch the fun.”

The Grand Tutor who was sitting below coughed lightly, and the task of screening naturally fell on his shoulders. Under the halo of "Grand Tutor will not be wrong" was the result of a huge amount of intelligence and sophisticated calculations.

"But these few pieces of trash are really incapable of anything. They always think they should be number one and that talented people in science, engineering, agriculture, and medicine are born to be managed by them." Zhenlong looked at them and shook his head.

This group of people are even worse than him. He really managed several acres of imperial land very well. I have never heard of any record of these sour scholars doing any planting or riding or shooting.

"I left a way out at the time and preserved the inheritability of the position of Jijiu. I didn't expect that this lineage would become even more hysterical. They desperately miss the days when they had absolute control over the academy and there was always fresh blood."

“Teacher, it’s okay for the old guys to be stubborn, but why are these young people like this? Haven’t they ever played with drones or come into contact with the creations of the Heavenly Master since they were young?” Zhenlong asked sincerely.

"Because at that time, the Baizao Academy only tested two subjects, Qing Tan and Ba Le (Eight-legged Essay), which was dull and lifeless. It was totally different from the various comprehensive examinations like now. Students of a certain major had to take at least seven subjects per semester. If they failed, they would have to retake the course. I also drafted a policy to add foreign languages ​​to compulsory subjects and was preparing to issue it. By then, a student would have to take nine subjects per semester on average..."

The old tutor said calmly.

"what?"

He couldn't do anything to Zhenlong, and thought of all kinds of brainwashing techniques, but he never thought that there would actually be students who would choose to take risks just to pass fewer courses.

"Is this true, teacher?" he asked.

"Of course it's fake." The master said with a stern face: "But this is what I inferred you would do based on your and your elder brother's learning attitudes back then."

"Teacher, what are you talking about? I obviously love studying the most." Zhenlong seemed to be shrouded in primitive fear. He stammered and was almost unable to speak.

Tutor: "..."

There was something different about the atmosphere today, and he noticed it.

The Taifu knew his students too well. Often as soon as they raised their heads, the Taifu knew what the two brothers were up to. It was like this when they were young, and it was the same when they grew up.

First, be there in person.

This can be explained. Zhenlong has always liked to watch the fun. Living alone in the deep palace, although he can hear the information from the imperial guards first, it is always a little inconvenient.

Secondly, there are the imperial guards.

In the years after Zhenlong took office, he never called upon this royal armed force. Even when he met the leader, it was only at the daily court meetings. He was an acquaintance of his own guard chief and it was difficult for him to even call him by his name. This can be regarded as a strange thing in the history of Dayan.

But today, not only did he call it, but he also called it very smoothly and looked very happy.

I specifically asked before, how many people came?

"..."

The Grand Tutor was silent for a while. This speculation had already affected his analysis of intelligence and calculations. After a slight pause, he chose to go straight to the point and blurt it out.

"Do you want to imitate your brother and create another massacre on the ten-mile long street of Baizao, killing so many people that the ground is soaked with blood and the ministers are told that you are violating the harmony of heaven and force us to invite your brother back?"

"My sword is not bad at all!"

Zhenlong's eyes lit up, he looked at the tutor calmly, and chose to speak frankly.

"Use my hands to clear the obstacles for the future of Da Yan. Even if I am forced to abdicate, it is what I must do. Teacher, don't even think about doing this for me. If I abdicate, you would probably die as a token of apology. This is a very cost-effective deal."

"You and your brother...are indeed biological children. You are so much alike, and many of your ideas coincide with each other."

"Teacher, this is what you did wrong. Why are you scolding me?"

Zhenlong scratched his head and said.

Just at this moment, the leader of the imperial guards ran back, knelt on one knee, and brought valuable information.

"In addition to that group of ignorant students, there is also a group of officials outside, from the Ministry of Justice..."

"What are they getting involved in?" Zhenlong wondered.

The Ministry of Justice was already a little-known department. Ever since the departure of the fragment of the beast who controlled the law, they had become a marginal department. They had always been portrayed as an isolated island trying to protect themselves. The newest talents in the political and legal system basically went directly to the Dali Temple.

"It's far more than that. Inside the circle of officials from the Ministry of Justice, there is a bigger circle. It's the Imperial Academy Priest and a group of young officers from the Ministry of War..."

This is much more normal.

The real dragon sighed and said sadly: "My dear ministers, why are you doing this? You must force me to commit another sin of killing... Maybe I am too kind in normal times, which has given them all kinds of illusions. Alas, no matter how wrong it is, it is still my fault..."

Then, his expression changed instantly and he became full of confidence.

"Today, I will teach them a lesson!"

611: Sui Lao Qi Ye presents the dragon robe (Part 3)

The rain is coming.

Xi removed the illusion, and Qi Yuan sat alone in the courtyard with his eyes slightly closed. His enhanced senses allowed him to hear no less than twenty inhalations.

It's so lively.

Qi Yuan smiled slightly. Who could have thought that in the quiet night of Baizao, there were so many eagerly waiting spectators?

He was silent and very calm, as if he was resting with his eyes closed.

There was no other movement.

The students who were following them were getting impatient. Some of them were seeing Qi Yuan in this state for the first time. When they saw that young face, their mood became even worse.

"He seems to be the one... who came to the library to read every day before the final exams. At that time, I thought he was interested in studying at the academy, but he couldn't get in at all, so he could only sit in the library and try his luck in literature. So he is Qi Yuan?" Someone said in an unbalanced manner.

Qi Yuan is an ordinary person who wants to enter the academy but cannot, which is fine; but if he regards the academy as nothing and rises to prominence directly, then...

It's really dissatisfying.

This insignificant whisper was also caught by Qi Yuan, who had enhanced his senses. He picked his ears and couldn't help shaking his head. It seemed that there were quite a few people like this now.

"Now that you're here, don't stand timidly at the door. Come in and talk."

Qi Yuan said calmly, and the students in the small room opposite were suddenly in an uproar. They thought they had been discovered and didn't know how to end the situation. They were suddenly in a panic.

Fortunately, they soon discovered that it was a false alarm.

The person Qi Yuan called quickly walked out from the shadows. It was Ji, Qi Yuan's desk mate during the day. He came to visit late at night with a treasure box in his hand. It was obvious at a glance that he had something important to discuss.

The students under surveillance immediately held their breath.

"Is something wrong?"

Qi Yuan looked up, as if he didn't know why Ji came to visit so late at night, and asked half-jokingly: "During the day, I talked for a long time, but you didn't respond at all; at night, you took the initiative to come over, are you brewing some conspiracy, and need my help?"

"Your Excellency is a master of foresight. This is exactly what I meant."

Ji put down the treasure box and bowed slowly: "Because all the evidence shows that you are the only one in this land who can save my sister."

"..."

Was he acting in concert, or was he using the acting as an excuse to tell himself his true thoughts? Qi Yuan saw through everything and gave Ji a deep look.

"I love to tell the truth." Ji emphasized calmly.