Xu Yanbing, who was regarded as a half-step Martial Saint by the young vassal king, stood outside the door, leaning against the pillar, arms crossed, looking at the night sky.
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There was a travel-worn old man who came from an academy in Youzhou. For some reason, he was in such a hurry that he wished the horse had eight legs, but after entering the mansion, he was not in a hurry. He walked leisurely on the bright moonlight and the endless red lanterns to the Tide-listening Pavilion. Beside the old man in a scholarly robe was a woman with a cold temperament. She was one of the disciples of Shangyin Academy's Han Guzi, Xu Weixiong's junior sister, Jin Baoshi. She was different from her fellow disciples who were already in Beiliang's court. She was not willing to go to Wutongin to "live under someone else's roof", nor was she suitable to be an official, so she went to the academy. She helped the old man with chores while concentrating on her studies. The old man was the bad chess player that the young vassal king spoke of. He was the "national player" who could play chess on par with Xu Xiao. Of course, his more famous identity was Chancellor Wang of Shangyin Academy, the person who led the scholars to die. If, and only if, if the Beiliang Xu family really split the land and became emperor, then this old man was actually the first official to follow the dragon. The significance was even greater than Zhao Changling's defection to Xu Xiao during the Spring and Autumn War. But unexpectedly, the old scholar who had made great contributions in Beiliang, one of Xu Weixiong's teachers, and a famous scholar who had wrestled with the academy's Grand Chancellor Qi Yanglong in the early years, was like a clay ox entering the sea after his identity was revealed. He became an unknown teacher on a small mountain far smaller than Green Deer Mountain Academy.
Chancellor Wang came to the wide platform of the Tide-listening Pavilion and looked up at the tall building. He first smiled, then his entire mouth opened, and in the end, he almost laughed out loud.
Jin Baoshi asked curiously, "Why are you so happy?"
The old man laughed evilly and said, "Nothing, I just thought of some funny things. Daughter, do you want to hear it? Instead of being happy alone, it's better to be happy together. "
Jin Bao Shi, who was already quite familiar with this old man, said unhappily, "Mister, you might as well enjoy yourself."
There was no doubt about Chancellor Wang's knowledge, which could be counted on one's fingers. His teacher Han Guzi, Head of the Secretariat Qi Yanglong, and Imperial College's Yao Baifeng. Perhaps only these three people could sit down and discuss Dao with the old man in front of him. However, this old man, who had lived in seclusion in the Shangyin Academy in his early years, had completely revealed his old fox tail after coming to Beiliang. When Jin Baoshi was helping in the Academy, he was often teased by this old man and always liked to say extremely obscure dirty words. If not for the fact that he only used his mouth and not his hands, Jin Baoshi could not guarantee that he would not beat him up. When a scholar was bad, he was really full of evil tricks, especially an old fox like Chancellor Wang who was well-read. Jin Baoshi had been in hot water during this period of time. She almost felt that she was no longer a virgin, but a mature woman who could quarrel with scoundrels.
The old man did not care whether Jin Baoshi wanted to hear it or not. He had already poured out beans from a bamboo tube. "Haha, in the past, there were many famous moral scholars in our Central Plains who had nothing to do. En, those guys who had nothing to do during the day and nothing to do at night … Ai, daughter, don't turn your head away and refuse to listen. Fine, fine, fine, let's talk about serious matters. It was those people who made up interesting stories about Mount Qingliang all day long, swearing solemnly as if they had seen and heard it with their own eyes. To be honest, back then, my curiosity was piqued and I believed the nonsense of those old bastards. That was why I shamelessly begged that girl Wei Xiong to be my disciple, thinking that I would have an excuse to come to this Beiliang Palace to eat, drink, and sleep for free … Cough, cough, it's just sleeping. Daughter, please don't misunderstand. When I eagerly came to this godforsaken place in Beiliang and entered the Prince's Mansion, the result? In the end, I f * cking waited for half a day! During this time, I gave Lame Xu countless looks that all men would understand. But from start to finish, wasn't it said that your Xu family would choose talented women to perform the Eighteen Heavenly Demon Dances? Wasn't it said that the licentious Beiliang heir had a fondness for charming women, to the point where he would occasionally see a beautiful woman sitting at a banquet and ask the people around him, 'Who is she?' If he wanted to ride her, he would say, 'She's His Royal Highness's woman.' Alright, even if that wasn't the case, wasn't it said that the Tide-listening Pavilion had countless foreign monks from the Western Regions who had secretly taught them the art of seduction? Did they gather hundreds and thousands of unorthodox bedroom techniques? That brat was truly wicked. Xu Xiao didn't have the foresight, but that brat saw through it. He privately told me that the Tide-listening Pavilion really did have treasures. By the time I found the top floor from the first floor, I rummaged through the cabinets and chests for three days and three nights. When I finally reached the top floor with great difficulty, I almost spat out a mouthful of blood … "
At this point, the old man whose saliva was flying everywhere beat his chest and stomped his feet in righteous indignation.
Jin Baoshi immediately felt that the sky was high and the moon was bright. It was satisfying, it was really satisfying!
Suddenly, the old man calmed down. It was as though at this moment, he was the Chancellor Wang that the world had mistakenly thought was the true First Teacher of Shangyin Academy.
The old man reached out and pointed at the highest point of the tall building. "It was there that I saw a scholar, a sickly person who was half dead, a pitiful person who was more tired than dead."
Jin Baoshi looked up with the old man and sighed softly. "Li Yishan."
The old man, Chancellor Wang, said slowly in a deep voice, "Unlike many people, in my eyes, Li Yishan is the top strategist of the Spring and Autumn Period."
Jin Baoshi said in bewilderment, "Even if it is not Huang Longshi, there is still Nalan Youci of the Yuan Benxi. Also, even Zhao Changling, who was also a Xu Family strategist, was thought to be better than Li Yishan even though he died young. His talent and knowledge, especially his schemes, are better than Li Yishan."
The old man bent down as though he was holding something in.
Jin Baoshi was confused.
The old man turned his head and said, "I was afraid that if I said 'fart,' my daughter would not be willing to hear it, so I really planned to fart for you."
Jin Baoshi was speechless.
The old man straightened his back, took off a jade pendant at his waist, and smashed it on the ground. It shattered.
The old man looked at Jin Baoshi and asked with a smile, "Do you understand?"
Jin Baoshi was confused.
The old man pointed at the messy jade fragments on the ground. "Zhao Changling, he cannot transcend the vision of an era, and cannot be considered a top strategist. Nalan Youci is the same. As to Huang Longshi, he scattered all the pieces but could not gather them. But Li Yishan can. It is easy to smash jade, but hard to mend jade? "
Jin Baoshi sank into deep thought.
The old man muttered softly, "Fortunately, it was smashed. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing. But this jade is very valuable. I have to ask Hsu Fengnian for a few pieces later. "
Jin Baoshi said helplessly, "Teacher!"
The old man waved his sleeve and said boldly, "Alright, I have been brewing here for half a day. Using this Tide-listening Pavilion and the name Li Yishan, I finally have enough courage to go to the conference hall to support Hsu Fengnian!"
At this time, a cold voice sounded behind the two. "Support what?"
At this moment, Jin Baoshi, who was called the "two-legged arsenal" by his fellow disciples, felt his hair stand on end.
Like a snake meeting a dragon, Jin Baoshi stiffly turned his head and then froze at an untimely moment.
Wang Ji, who did not know martial arts, turned around after drinking and blurted out, "Such a handsome … woman? Man? "
In their field of vision.
Dressed in white robes, with two blades at her waist.
Embroidered winter and spring thunder.
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