As soon as Old Master Zhong Xuan finished speaking, the atmosphere in the courtyard immediately changed.
Zhongxuan Mingguang couldn't help but slow down his kneading action.
Jung Genzun was originally in a good mood.
Although it was said that Wang Yiwu and his father had "joined forces" and in less than a year, Wang Yiwu's business was gone. It was indeed a headache.
But that fellow had sent back news of Jung Genzun's victory from the Jianfeng Mountain of the Xia Kingdom. It had boosted his mood.
Especially today, the three generations of grandfather and grandson were chatting happily. It was a joy in life.
Stealing half a day of leisure!
But the old man's words …
The only person who could be friends with Marquis Bowang was naturally Ruan Qiu of the Imperial Astronomer.
The famous Stargazing Tower of Linzi was the territory of the Imperial Astronomer. Every morning during the morning court session of the Ziji Hall, the Imperial Astronomer had rung the bell.
To many people, this was an incomparably mysterious government office. Indeed, they did not involve themselves in political matters.
But those with real power naturally knew the importance of the Imperial Astronomer.
But then again, the position of the Imperial Astronomer was extraordinary, and Ruan Qiu was not someone that ordinary people could come into contact with. If not for the fact that Chongxuan Mingguang had been in the military all his life and was highly respected, his descendants might not have had the opportunity to "guide" Ruan Qiu's daughter.
But although it was an "opportunity", it was not something that everyone wanted.
At that time, Jung Genzun was lazily sitting on the stone steps. His left hand was on his left knee, holding a scroll and gently hanging down. He listened to his father and grandfather's idle chatter. His right elbow was on his right knee, supporting his sharp chin, looking at the distant sky in a daze.
When he suddenly heard this sentence, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he lightly laughed, "Even Ruan Qiu can't teach her well. She must be hopelessly stupid. Grandson, it's better not to waste your energy. "
Chongxuan Mingguang's hand slowed down even more …
Although he often thought of problems in a simplistic way, he was not a fool. Especially in the past sixty years of his life, almost all of it had been taught by the old man. He had mastered the skill of reading people's body language very skillfully.
The current atmosphere was very dangerous …
The old man didn't have much of an expression on his face. He only said a sentence that was neither light nor heavy, "It's a rule passed down by our ancestors. No matter how promising their descendants are, they should still be respected. "
"Grandpa." Jung Genzun retracted his gaze, moved his elbow away from his knee, and spun the book in his left hand.
He smiled under the sunlight. "Actually, I don't really understand. What are rules?"
"The rule is a tool to draw a circle. The Matrix was a tool for drawing squares. How did two tools become a 'rule' that requires everyone to follow? "
"Who set the rules? Was that person definitely right? Did his rule really draw a circle, and his moment really draw a square? "
"All generations of Tianjiao are gone! Each generation has its own coquettishness and rules. "
"As long as I'm strong enough, stronger than everyone. One day, I can also say … "
He held the book in his left hand and drew a circle in the air. He smiled and said, "This is a square."
The courtyard in Marquis Bowang's residence was not very quiet at this time.
Those servants and children who served were still walking around, pruning the flowers and plants. In short, they all had their own things. It seemed that they didn't hear what the master was saying.
But the atmosphere was still a little tense.
Chongxuan Yunbo had been in the military all his life. His prestige in the military was very high. Even the military god Jiang Mengxiong had to respect him a little.
In the past, he had supported the family. In the future, he had taught outstanding children. After Chongxuan Mingtu refused to lead the army, in order to win back the Qi emperor's trust, he was the one who put on the old armor and fought for the country with a body that was no longer in peak condition, and killed on the battlefield of Qixia.
In the whole of Qi, there were not many who could compare with him in terms of seniority.
In Junggenjia, his words carried weight. Whatever he said was what it was.
However, Jung Genzun was obviously too opinionated.
Chongxuan Mingguang was a responsible and responsible father. At the same time, he was also a smart and filial son. With these two identities, he naturally could not remain silent in this situation.
He had to maintain the stability of the Junggenjia clan and eliminate the contradictory atmosphere between the grandfather and grandson. He had to push the Junggenjia towards a longer and brighter future so that he could have more fun … He had gone too far.
In short, he had to step forward.
"Cough." Chongxuan Mingguang cleared his throat. "Let me say a few words about this …"
Chongxuan Old Master suddenly stood up from the recliner and almost caused Chongxuan Mingguang, who was sitting on the folding stool, to fall.
He glared at Zhongxuan Mingguang, an old lion in its twilight years, still looking awe-inspiring.
"Pinch, pinch, pinch. You don't have any strength at all. Pinch my ass! Did I tell you to eat less? I have four sons, and you're the only one who's a rice bucket! "
After scolding, he flicked his sleeves and strode away angrily.
Chongxuan Mingguang blinked and looked at the old man's back view with grievance. Then, he turned to look at his promising son.
Jung Genzun silently opened the book and stood it up to cover his face.
…
…
Knowing that this period of time was precious, none of his acquaintances, including Zheng Shangming, came to disturb him. Even Yan Fu, who was especially close to him, was exempted from treating him every now and then.
Jiang Wang devoted himself to cultivation. This lasted until the sixth day after the Master's Ceremony.
It was also the time to head to the General Appointment Platform.
The General Appointment Platform was in the west of the city.
In the past, when they went out to war, the commander would set up the formation here, so it was called the General Appointment Platform.
Below the General Appointment Platform was a huge drill ground.
All the elite troops of Qi, including those that had already died, had been inspected here. Therefore, the place was filled with killing intent, and the killing intent could not dissipate at all.
Standing on the platform and looking down, one could completely imagine the scene of the soldiers lining up and the flags fluttering in the sky. The thick killing intent could also easily make one feel the atmosphere of the battlefield.
Jiang Wang had been on the battlefield before, so he did not feel uncomfortable in this place.
As for Ji Zhaonan, who was wearing silver armor and holding a frost spear, he was like a fish in water here.
In comparison, Jung Genzun, who was wearing a fluttering white robe, did not seem to be suitable for this place. However, he did not feel uncomfortable. Instead, he felt like he was still calm in a sea of blood and corpses.
The General Appointment Platform was very simple. It could be said that it was a high platform with no cover. There was not even a fence.
Only the various sword marks, saber marks, and spear marks were deep on the platform. It was said that many famous generals of Qi had practiced martial arts on this platform before, so these marks were left behind.
As time passed, all the charm was worn away by time.
However, the direction, strength, and details of these marks could be restored based on one's own understanding.
Jiang Wang, Ji Zhaonan, and Jung Genzun, the three of them had nothing to talk about. There was even less if they were together.
They simply stood on one side of the platform and admired the marks, trying to reconstruct the scenes of those famous generals practicing martial arts in their minds.
When the Imperial Court Advisor Yi Xingchen came over after the court meeting, this was the scene he saw.
The three of them stood in a triangle with their backs facing each other.
Ji Zhaonan stood straight, his eyes staring at the ground. The spear in his hand trembled slightly. There was no sound or wind, as if he was fighting with those famous generals in his mind.
Jung Genzun stood with his hands behind his back, entranced.
There was also Jiang Qingyang, who was squatting on the ground like an old farmer checking the soil. He was using his fingers to feel the marks.
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