Chapter 72 It hurts the kidney

Nowadays, Chen Jiu is not willing to do the work of guarding the garden. He occasionally goes there and just wants to chat with middle-aged women, so most of the time, he asks the villain to help him stand guard with a gun.

He slept in the Taoist temple until the sun was up and then got up to wash and dress. Fortunately, the villain is indeed a hard worker. Every day before dawn, he took his small gun and went to the garden to stand guard. , at night, Chen Jiu will pick it up, a big one and a small one will gesticulate and play around on the road.

After Chen Jiu had done the work of guarding the medicine garden for nearly two months, he was no longer needed for the simple reason that Chen Jiu beat someone again.

And this time the beating was still a disciple of a great Confucianism, with a strong background.

When Chen Jiu was wandering in the academy, he heard this person's theory, and threatened to divide the world into three, six, and nine classes, and people at each level would do things at each level.

For example, low-class people do some low-level work, preferably physical work, while high-class people live in temples and do mental work in governing one side.

As for how to distinguish the upper class from the lower class, this is also simple, you are born with it, if you are born in an inferior family, you are an inferior person, and vice versa.

Chen Jiu held back at that time, and didn't make a move immediately. He just walked up to the great Confucian disciple and asked, "Can the low class become the high class?"

The Confucian disciple glanced at him, and said angrily, "Can reptiles on the ground become flying dragons in the sky?"

So he was beaten by Chen Jiu, and he was still chasing and beating. Even the scholars of the academy couldn't stop them, they came and beat one by one.

In the end, it was a great Confucian in the academy who took action and detained both sides at the same time.

The great Confucian looked at Chen Jiu and his head hurt. How can I put it, the disciple of the old sword god can't beat him, and he can't scold him too much, otherwise the old sword god's violent temper might beat him too.

When the great Confucian disciple was rescued, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was out of shape. He looked at Chen Jiu and roared angrily: "This man is very arrogant. He dared to commit murder in the academy. Please punish him severely, sir. It is best to send him to death." Imprisoned under the stele, hold the stele for a hundred years to repent!"

Scholars think of ways to torture people, which is also extremely ruthless.

Da Ru looked at the student with a helpless expression on his face. Did you also think about me being beaten when you were fucking beaten?

Can't you say something good?

He looked at the man in green shirt who was detained by him again, feeling even more helpless at the moment, he could only wait for the sage of the academy to come out and speak.

Chen Jiu wasn't afraid either, he just sat in the formation cage that day. Anyway, he had already finished fighting, so he didn't lose anything.

The world trembled, and Chen Jiu changed his figure and reached the top of a tall building.

The middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt and gray pupils looked at him, sighed, and bowed his hands towards the world, "Please come out and tell the old sword god."

The red-faced Taoist had come to Chen Jiu, slapped him on the back of the head, and said angrily, "Don't you know how to hide and beat someone?"

Chen Jiu frowned, a little aggrieved, "I was so angry at the time, I didn't expect this kid to run so well, and the scholar's legs and feet are too good."

The red-faced Taoist nodded, "That's true. Most of the scholars are doing whatever they can to escape the first place."

The gray-eyed monk in a Confucian shirt coughed, indicating that there is still a Confucian sage here, and the two of them, the master and the apprentice, want to belittle scholars, so don't belittle them in front of your face.

The red-faced Taoist regained his seriousness, and said to the newly promoted Confucian sage: "My apprentice usually has some problems, and he can't control his hands. He didn't do it on purpose, so don't mind."

Chen Jiu nodded quickly, "It has its own thoughts in my hand."

The Confucian sage really had nothing to do with the master and the apprentice, and shook his head, "Old Sword God, there must be an explanation for this, otherwise the disciples of the academy will complain quite a lot."

The red-faced Taoist Yao Tianchang frowned, "What complaints, call the Taoist temple on the opposite mountain to tell me, I'll see how much he can complain."

Fearing that the world would not be chaotic, Chen Jiu agreed, "If you don't dare, come and tell me first. If I can't bear the complaints, then tell the master."

The master and the apprentice sang the double reed very well.

The Confucian sage sighed, the master and apprentice are really unreasonable, what can they do?

And it is true that Chen Jiu didn't beat that person too badly, they were just skin wounds, warmed up with some herbs, and it will be fine in a few days.

Maybe the red-faced Taoist also felt that it was not good to embarrass the Confucian sage in this way. After all, he still had some friendship with Confucianism, so he said again.

"It's true that my disciple was a bit reckless when he hit someone, but that kid's speech is really problematic. If I meet him, I will have to beat him. You Confucianism is also the same. Why do you accept all kinds of people?"

The red-faced Taoist shook his head, as if he was not worthy of Confucianism, and said: "It happens that my disciple has guarded the vegetable garden for so long, and it is almost done. How about I help you Confucianism to guard that bookstore tomorrow, as an apology?"

Chen Jiu gently touched the red-faced Taoist, "Master, that's the medicine garden, not the vegetable garden."

The red-faced Taoist frowned, "Aren't they all the same?"

Chen Jiu thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's right."

The Confucian sage could only nod his head in agreement, at least he had an answer, and the student's words were indeed contrary to the benevolence-based principle that Confucianism has always advocated.

The master and apprentice went back to the Taoist temple together, and the red-faced Taoist preached to Chen Jiu while walking, "You still didn't beat that kid hard enough, you have to use your strength to make him look like he was not seriously injured, but in fact he was very uncomfortable to die. "

Chen Jiu gave the red-faced Taoist a thumbs up, "So you are the King of Fighters."

The red-faced Taoist snorted disdainfully, "I fight more than you eat."

Chen Jiu nodded, "Old and Dangerous."

The red-faced Taoist turned to look at him, "In the future, you will have to use your strength to beat this kind of bastard. If you can say this kind of words, you are a sure bastard, so you don't need to use your strength."

Chen Jiu smiled, "Then why don't you beat him when you feel bad in the future?"

The red-faced Taoist nodded, "It can be considered."

The two master and apprentice discussed how to beat people, and then slowly returned to the Taoist temple.

Tao Li was already waiting in front of the door, looked at the two of them, and said with a slight smile: "Junior brother won't be able to fight next time, just ask me to go."

The red-faced Taoist glanced at him, and said angrily: "If you can't beat me, why don't you rely on me? Why should I go straight away?"

Tao Li smiled, "It's okay for the disciple to bother the master."

Chen Jiu nodded, "Indeed."

The red-faced Taoist looked at the two of them, cursing, "Two little bastards."

His figure disappeared for a moment, and he went to the high place of the sky again, looking for the starry sky to reminisce about the old days.

The man in green shirt sat by the pool, shaking his head gradually as he thought about the words that people were divided into ranks and ranks.

People may have many grievances, but the most inappropriate thing is the distinction between high and low.

Chen Jiu counted in detail, in fact, many tragedies were caused by the distinction between high and low, such as Lao Cao, Xiao Ping'er...

In this world of immortals, if an individual's strength can reach the extreme, it is inevitable that there will be distinctions between high and low.

Immortals kill mortals, does that count as killing?

Maybe one level counts, two level counts...

But what about the eighth realm and the nine realm?

If there is a golden core deity who kills a mortal, it may be a trivial matter in the eyes of the world, and they even first think that this person offended the golden core deity, not the golden core monk who killed innocent people indiscriminately.

Besides, so what if it is killing innocent people indiscriminately?

Even in a school based on benevolence, there will be no punishment for this Golden Core cultivator.

Such is the way of the world, it is the sorrow of the little man, and the feast of joy for the great man.

Chen Jiu had been sitting until the bright moon was hanging high, and he suddenly came back to his senses. Thinking that he hadn't gone to pick up the villain home yet, he hurried down the mountain, but as soon as he left the entrance of the Taoist temple, he saw Tao Li had brought the villain back.

The villain was carrying a gun, sitting on the shoulder of the middle-aged man, looked at Chen Jiu, and snorted, as if he was very dissatisfied that he didn't come to pick him up today.

Chen Jiu then told it that there will be a new job tomorrow, and it is more important to change the place to stand guard than to have a medicine garden, so it must work hard.

The villain can understand, but can't speak, so Chen Jiu jokingly called it the little mute.

It was carrying the gun at the moment, babbling happily, but soon it calmed down and sniffled, probably reluctant to part with the middle-aged woman in the medicine garden.

But after Chen Jiu carved another weapon for him, the villain was happy again.

This weapon needs to be carried with both hands, and there are dense tubes, and I don't know what it is for. Chen Jiu said that this thing is called Gatling. The villain has never heard of it, but it's okay. Jiu also told it that this weapon is very powerful, and it is specially designed to fight zombies.

The villain carried the weapon on the second day and went to work with Chen Jiu. As for the spear, he kept it under Chen Jiu's pillow and used the two weapons interchangeably.

The bookstore is not far from the Confucian school. Chen Jiu went there once, and there were some Confucian students buried in their books. It was strangely quiet and meaningless.

He and the villain walked in slowly. In fact, it was just a guard. If anyone had any problems, such as which book to find or borrow, he would help find or register it. It was quite boring.

Chen Jiu went to the bookstore for a stroll, trying to find out if there were any young A Bing, concierge Qin, etc., these books to read.

Finally, after some searching, although he couldn't find these books, he also took a novel about wits and beauties. The description in it was quite explicit, so Chen Jiu read it with relish.

The villain leaned his head over, took a look, then shook his head more and more, wondering what the meaning of these crooked words on the paper was, or they were not as interesting as Gatling.

It's a pity that there are not many novels written by talented scholars and beauties, and they were finished in a few clicks. Chen Jiu shook his head and sighed. It was all right, so he picked up his pen and planned to write a volume of such a masterpiece.

He had just written down the big characters of the concierge, Uncle Chen, when a clear voice came from beside him, asking in doubt, "What did you write?"

Chen Jiu turned around and saw a girl about fifteen or six years old, with a green dress and a skirt, a pretty face, eyebrows like willow leaves, extremely beautiful.

Chen Jiu was silent for a while, then said slowly: "A little person's involuntary sad journey."

The girl blinked, curious, "Can you write it for me?"

Chen Jiu was silent for a while, "It's best not to."

The girl became more and more curious, "Why?"

The guest in blue looked at her faintly, and replied: "There are some things that you should not be exposed to at your age."

The girl leaned her head closer and asked doubtfully, "Is this story really so sad?"

Chen Jiu nodded, "It hurts the kidney."