Chapter 89 Life is like a river, each with branches

In the early spring, the school palaces were all plain.

The death of a sage is a sorrow from heaven, so he will naturally be buried in a big way.

All the schools of thought looked sad, busy with funerals in the palace.

Only the military disciple remained silent, sitting in his own school with a slightly agitated expression.

My ancestor killed a Confucian sage with a sword. Isn't such a feat fascinating, how can it be a funeral?

After Lin Xuan saw the dead body of the old man Qinghuang, he was silent and went back to Fubaizhou alone.

If he hadn't been stopped by Chen Jiu, he would undoubtedly die here with the old man Qinghuang.

Is it really good just to be alive now?

Maybe.

As long as a person is not living too hard and hopeless, who would not want to live?

Although Lin Xuan is not afraid of death, he also wants to live, so he returned to Fubaizhou instead of going to Confucianism to fight for his life.

After all, if he really wanted to die, no one could stop him.

It's just that after calming down now, he feels unwilling, how can he die like this?

At least one must achieve the Confucian sword, and kill Confucian saints in the name of the Confucian sword in the future.

That's the only way to die.

The saint who died was an old man in green shirt and long beard. He was beheaded to death by Xie Zhi, the ancestor of the military family. After his death, he was buried in a grand manner.

The three ancestors of the military family and the seventy-two swordsmen were all disciples who came to collect the corpses and simply buried them.

When Zuo Hao, a bald boy, saw the dead body of his master standing upright, tears streamed down his face instantly. He stood there and wiped his tears vigorously, but he couldn't wipe them clean.

Chen Jiu sat on a tall building, watching quietly, silent.

In the end, the young man wept and carried the old man's body on his back, went down the mountain, left the school palace, and was buried in a very far away slope.

Since then, the young man never went back to the school. He heard from others that he went to the border gate of Xiongzhen on the border of Canglanhai to defend the city.

Boys in their teens travel far away alone, and the old people who have ended stay where they are.

The old man is still watching the young man, with the spirit in the sky, with his daily words and deeds, with...

This is just a teenager's imagination.

No one was watching him anymore.

He had to walk the rest of the way by himself.

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After the big burial, the academy gradually settled down, but the atmosphere in it was more tense, especially the military school and Confucianism.

When the two disciples met each other, there was hatred in their eyes, and there were even a lot of conflicts, almost killing people.

Since then, the monks of the military family have gradually lived in seclusion.

Chen Jiu no longer helped the little old man of the inventor's line, and often sat alone on the roof of the Taoist temple, propping his head, not knowing what to think.

This sitting lasted for dozens of days. When it was Qingming, Chen Jiu took a jug of wine and went to see the tomb of the old man Qinghuang. This was his first time to worship.

The sky was gloomy and it was raining lightly.

Chen Jiu stood in front of the grave, put the jug of wine on the grave, and stood quietly for a while.

When he went back, he began to think about what he could do for the world, so he walked very slowly.

The rain also fell very slowly, without urging him.

Chen Jiu walked slowly, his body was getting wet, and his clothes were dripping. He returned to the Taoist temple and opened a door. The shadow in the room shone on his face, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

The red-faced Taoist sat among them, watching him silently.

Chen Jiu stood outside the house and said softly: "Master, I want to go down the mountain."

The red-faced Taoist nodded, "Yes."

The next day, the man in the green shirt carried his luggage, wore a bamboo hat, and traveled along the Huai River on a ferry alone in the light rain.

Girl Qinglie stood on the top of Xuegong Mountain, staring at the ferry boat that was as small as a mustard seed. After waiting for the ferry boat to leave for a long time, she was still watching.

In the end, the girl bit her lips and returned to the school.

From today onwards, Zhou Xian began to seriously read the books of a house full of sages.

The villain made by the mirror flower and the water moon stayed in the Taoist temple, and Chen Jiu was reluctant to take it away all the way, fearing that something would happen in the future, and he would not be able to protect it.

So the villain followed Tao Li every day, one big and one small, either feeding the fish or playing chess.

The villain often hugs this chess piece, thinking hard, and then he chatters and takes a step, and he is quite contented with his chest.

Tao Li smiled slightly, and would also take a random step, striving for a 50-50 win with the villain.

In addition, Tao Li also taught the villain to read, but often Tao Li just taught it, and the villain forgot.

Fortunately, Tao Li has a calm temper and is not in a hurry, just teach him slowly.

The villain is not too annoying, and he learns with relish. So far, he has memorized four big characters, and he can also speak, often slurring to people.

"The nest is your father."

Once it said this to the red-faced Taoist, and then its mouth was sealed for half a month.

Zhou Xian also went to the Taoist temple once, bowed to Tao Li and said, "Mr. Tao, when is Chen Jiu coming back?"

Tao Li was teaching the villain how to read, and shook his head immediately, "I don't know either."

Zhou Xian bit the corner of his mouth and lowered his head.

Tao Li said with a smile: "Instead of waiting for the younger brother to come back, it's better for Miss Zhou to find it herself."

Zhou Xian looked up at the middle-aged man, his eyes lit up, "Okay."

She stopped talking and went straight down the mountain.

Tao Li looked at his back with a smile on his face, and suddenly he sighed strangely.

I hope my junior brother can treat such a good girl who is just in love with kindness.

The red-faced Taoist sat in the house, drinking a small wine. He would drink when he was upset, and he drank good wine.

The red-faced Taoist became more and more worried when he thought that his disciple might fail such a good girl in the future.

I have been infatuated with swords all my life, and I have never had love. Since the day Tao Li went to the mountain to learn swords, it is impossible to fall in love with others.

Therefore, if the Taoist temple wants to get rid of the reputation of master and apprentice as bachelors, it has to look at Chen Jiu.

It's just that with Chen Jiu's brain, he will probably disappoint other girls.

The red-faced Taoist frowned more and more, thinking that at that time, Chen Jiu should be beaten up, so that he can be honest, and then he can talk to other girls.

The red-faced Taoist suddenly laughed and took another sip of wine.

When people are old, they just like to think about things, and even more like to worry about them.

The little old man of the inventor line sat in the school all day long, gradually dissipating his worries.

No one in the academy took a fancy to these guns and robots.

Scholars love the books of sages and sages, all schools of thought have their own knowledge, and guns, which they regard as inferior magic weapons, are indeed too useless.

The little old man thought about it for a few months, and then he left the school with his firearm and the remaining ten pieces of money on his back, and traveled far away on a ferry, not knowing where he went.

In short, he returned to the mortal world.

The school of inventors in the academy has survived in name only.

The blind woman in the Yao Garden is cleaning the garden, and she is a little busy. She doesn't know about the major events that have happened in the academy recently, and lives as before.

Anyway, she was already blind, and there was no one to talk to, so what if she knew, it was better not to know.

A woman tends herbs.

A middle-aged man in ragged clothes and unkempt hair came to the gate of the garden.

The man had a broken leg and was on crutches. When he saw the middle-aged woman, his eyes were blurred with tears, and he said in a trembling voice, "Sister... sister."

The blind woman was stunned, and when she raised her head, tears streamed down her face. She smiled and wept, and said softly, "It's okay, just come back."