It was a great honor for a cultivator from any sect to become the teacher of a prince.
The so-called ignoring the world of mortals ultimately depended on whether the world of mortals was red enough.
For the disciples of the major sects like Gu Qing and Xiang Wanshu, it was not so attractive to exchange many years of Cultivation for such an honor.
But if it was the Divine Emperor's teacher, it would be a different story.
More importantly, Xiang Wanshu didn't ask the question on his own behalf.
It was only then that Gu Qing knew that he had entered Prince Jing Xin's residence. There were many speculations in the world of cultivation as to why the Aoyama Sect would suddenly get involved in the affairs of the royal family. Zhongzhou School, which was supposed to be the most vigilant, had remained silent.
"Shenmo Peak owes Royal Concubine Hu a favor. As for the details, your Big Brother Tong Yan should know."
Gu Qing gave an answer and said nothing else.
Xiang Wanshu didn't believe it, but there was nothing he could do.
No matter how precious these fruits were, they couldn't be eaten for too long. Since they couldn't get anything out of it, there was naturally no need to continue the conversation. The two of them bid farewell.
Gu Qing returned to the Jing residence and greeted Jing Shang and the rest before returning to his room.
Looking at the accumulated snow outside the window, he suddenly recalled the scene of brewing tea on Shenmo Peak, so he went to the backyard.
There were many stray cats in the Jing Residence's backyard, naturally because the White Ghosts liked them.
Jing Li, who often came here to play, didn't have to worry about being bitten or scratched by the wild cats.
Gu Qing was worried about other issues, such as whether his master's nephew would be taught by Lord White Ghost to become a gambling addict.
"Perhaps you are fighting with Master."
He looked at the wall of withered vines covered with snow and said softly, "But children are always innocent."
The withered vines moved slightly, and snow rustled down. Liu Ada walked out from within. His body was stained with snow, making him look even fatter.
It looked at Gu Qing without saying a word, its eyes full of ridicule.
"Mimi, Mimi, I'm back. The snow was too heavy last night. Mr. Qin was worried that the hut would be crushed, so he left school early."
Jing Li's delighted voice could be heard from outside the garden.
Gu Qing smiled bitterly and cupped his hands in greeting to Liu Ada. His figure floated up the wall.
Jing Li ran into the back garden, his boots kicking up many snowflakes, his face red.
Gu Qing was about to leave when he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He looked at him seriously, and his expression changed slightly.
Jing Li's breathing was very steady even though he was running so fast, and his prolonged breathing had its own rhythm, which seemed to correspond to a certain principle of heaven and earth.
"Jade Gate Breathing Technique?"
Feeling startled, Gu Qing looked at the white cat leading Jing Li into the withered vines, wondering if he was teaching this child Cultivation.
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After Xiang Wanshu returned to the Manor of Prince Jing Xin and told the Royal Teacher Liang about his meeting with Gu Qing, he went to cultivate by himself.
Grand Tutor Liang sat in his study, staring at the falling snow outside the window. He thought for a long time, but he still could not figure out what Aoyama Sect was trying to do.
Suddenly, a subordinate came over with a notice, saying that someone wanted to see the prince.
The Royal Teacher Liang took the notice and glanced at it, feeling surprised.
It was not because of the heavy snowfall, but because this notice was even cleaner than the snow, devoid of any words or signature.
There were many officials and Cultivation practitioners who wanted to see Prince Jing Xin, so this notice had to pass at least three tests before it was delivered to him.
Since the person could pass the three tests with a blank notice and deliver it to him, he must be someone extraordinary.
After some thought, the Royal Teacher Liang said, "Bring that person here."
The person was a fat man, wearing ordinary clothing. His shoes had some old oil stains on them, in addition to the snowflakes.
As the Royal Teacher Liang thought, this fat man must be someone extraordinary, since he could still smile at the Royal Teacher Liang and pretend to be harmless.
Even though this fat man was not a Cultivation practitioner, the Manor of Prince didn't let down its guard. It was evident that a highly achieved swordsman was hiding in the study room, and a figure was hiding behind the screen.
The Royal Teacher Liang didn't conceal these arrangements. The fat man didn't say anything with a faint smile, pretending that he didn't know anything. "It's fine as long as Master thinks this matter can be heard by others," he reminded.
The Royal Teacher Liang asked expressionlessly, "Who are you? What's the matter?"
The fat man said, "I'm the manager and chef of a pub in Zhaoge City. Master Shi Fengchen of the Pure Heaven Bureau asked me to do something for him nine years ago."
The Royal Teacher Liang arched his eyebrows slightly, asking, "And then?"
It was easy for him to remember the time.
Nine years ago, in the Mingcui Valley outside Zhaoge City, the Master of Shenmo Peak in Aoyama, Zhao Layue, was ambushed by the assassins of Bulao Lin, and almost died.
The fat man said, "My master was worried that the prince might forget this matter, so he asked me to go there and remind him."
After a moment of silence, the Royal Teacher Liang asked, "Evidence?"
"There is of course the evidence. Shi Fengchen was a meticulous person, so he didn't forget to finish the task before his death."
Seeing the expression on the Royal Teacher Liang's face, the fat man knew what he was thinking, saying, "The evidence can't make the Zhongzhou School give up on you, but what about Yimaozhai?"
The expression on the Royal Teacher Liang's face was terrible.
Prince Jing Xin's influence in the imperial court was growing. In addition to the support of the Zhongzhou School, Yimaozhai objected to the second prince inheriting the throne.
Based on the behavior of the scholars of Yimaozhai, once they knew that Prince Jing Xin had colluded with Bulao Lin … they would rather have a sly fox sitting on the throne!
In the end, the fat man brought up the most troublesome issue with a smile.
"You should know the style of the Aoyama Sect. As long as they believe this, the second prince might not even be alive, let alone inheriting the throne."
Staring at the fat man's face, the Royal Teacher Liang said, "Your sect has already been destroyed. What use is a lonely little devil like you?"
The fat man didn't show any fear, saying, "You should know the principle of the iceberg on the surface of the sea."
The Royal Teacher Liang suddenly laughed, saying, "I'm curious, who do you listen to now? The West Ocean? Or a certain sect with a dossier? "
The fat man said seriously, "We only listen to our superiors. Whether it's the West Ocean or anyone else, it's always our superiors."
The combination of the inferior and the superior formed two sides of the same coin, and Bulao Lin would always exist.
After a long silence, the Royal Teacher Liang asked, "What do you want to do?"
The fat man said, "We will inform you when the time comes."
The Royal Teacher Liang said, "One thing."
The fat man said, "Even."
The Royal Teacher Liang said, "I won't see you out."
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The figure behind the screen moved slightly. Prince Jing Xin walked out.
There were no other swordsmen in the study, only he.
Compared to when he was in the old plum garden, his face was slightly pale. His nobility and arrogance had all been withdrawn into his body, and he seemed rather calm.
Jing Xin walked to the opposite side of the Royal Teacher Liang and sat down.
The two of them sat facing each other, speechless.
Outside the window, the snow was falling soundlessly.
The cold air gradually enveloped the study.
After a long time, Jing Xin sighed, "I haven't done anything wrong in my life. This is the only thing I've done."
The Royal Teacher Liang said, "Time is a river. What's past is past. We can only look forward."
Nine years ago, his younger brother Liang Xingcheng died of a serious illness and became a drop of water in the river of time.
Who would have thought that this matter wasn't over yet?
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