Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

The second kill interferes with political power,

Three killings, corruption and perverting the law,

Four killing collaborators and treason,

Pentakills fight each other.

The last one is engraved: kill yourself and become benevolent

This was built by Wang Xuebin himself, just for collection, but when killing bandits, if he accidentally exchanged it for one, it would be troublesome afterwards.

He held the solitary straight-edged knife, and felt awkward no matter how he looked at it, but then he couldn't help it, and exchanged the whole set, and then he felt much more at ease.

He also decided that he would use this as a weapon in this life.

"Master Liu, at this point, you and I have no room for maneuver!"

Wang Xuebin slowly lined up the eight short knives and placed them on the table, then took out a knife engraved with three killings, corruption and perverting the law, and closed the box.

This voice made Master Liu jump in surprise:

"Wang Xuebin, don't make mistakes. I am an official appointed by the imperial court. Once something happens, you will not be able to escape. As long as you are willing to donate the garden, I can report to the imperial court and seek an official position for you. This is a benefit that no one else can ask for. !"

Wang Xuebin shook his head and did not answer. He took out a linen cloth, dipped it in some alcohol, picked up a short knife, wiped it, then grabbed Mr. Liu's hand, pressed it on the table, and stabbed it in half.

"what!!!"

Master Liu howled, shrill and mournful.

"Forgive me, ah...my lord, please forgive me! I was wrong..."

Master Liu is far from being as strong as he imagined, and he couldn't stand it after the first stab.

Wang Xuebin picked up another knife, wiped it, and nailed his right hand to the table.

"Ah~ Liu Zhongyan, come quickly, help me..."

Realizing that Wang Xuebin would not let him go, he couldn't care less, so he hurriedly called for help.

"Master Liu, you are the last one, your housekeeper is waiting for you!"

He said without further delay, and sealed his throat with a knife, Wang Xuebin watched him die, his unclosed eyes were full of remorse.

"If I knew today, why bother?"

Mr. Liu was originally from a poor background. After he made his fortune, he accepted the help of a wealthy businessman. He was engaged in population trading. He sold people from the Song Dynasty to the Kingdom of Jin, and made countless money for this.

He bribed the lean horse and became the magistrate of Suzhou, and the business was done in Suzhou.

Wang Xuebin endured him for so long just in order not to startle the snake and catch them all. Unexpectedly, Mr. Liu just happened to plot against him today, and he hit the gun.

In the Song Dynasty, the trading of human beings was prohibited, and slaves were also hired for a period of five years or ten years, and the masters were not allowed to dispose of them at will.

Of course, the law belongs to the law, and the execution belongs to the execution, which is inevitable in the era of rule of man.

But as an official of the imperial court, it is really rare to take the lead in breaking the law.

Wang Xuebin wiped the knife, sterilized it and put it back in the box. Since he fell ill, he has paid much attention to his body and personal hygiene.

After cleaning up his traces, Wang Xuebin was about to be left when he suddenly saw a note on the desk. He saw the name mentioned on the note, frowned, put the note into his arms, and flew away.

Guanlan is Wang Xuebin's character, and it is also the name of this garden. He originally thought of it as Wangjiazhuang, but was ridiculed by his friend, who named him this name.

In Wang Xuebin's opinion, there is no difference between the two names. It is a place where people live. It is not worth arguing about the name, so he compromised. You know, he always called this garden Ernianzhuang at first.

"Brother Huang, how was your trip?"

Wang Xuebin was lying on a flat boat. The boat floated gently in the water. Looking at the official document in his hand, he heard a burst of wind. He put away the note and asked directly without getting up.

Brother Huang glanced at him, displeased with his tired look.

"Hmph! But you are the one who sells the first bid!"

As he spoke, secretly channeling his internal energy, he threw over an account book.

Wang Xuebin gave it away without moving his body, but the boat moved two meters. Wang Xuebin didn't care, he opened it and looked at it, and threw it back casually.

"This thing is useless. It's rotten from top to bottom. A black account can't solve the problem."

Brother Huang frowned when he heard the words, and did not speak, but silently put away the account book.

Wang Xuebin stood up, moved slightly, floated to the shore, pulled his arm and walked towards the dining room.

"Walk around, go eat, eat barbecue today, I grilled it!"

Brother Huang followed obediently, but sarcastically said:

"People like you have really ruined this elegant garden!"

Wang Xuebin smiled and didn't care.

This person's surname is Huang, his first name is Gu, but his character is sick. He was originally from Zhoushan.

Later, because of some adventures, I got some damaged cheats. Although these cheats are damaged, they are really powerful, so I learned a brilliant martial arts.

This time, he was ordered by his late father to take part in the imperial examination. However, since he was a child, he liked Lao Zhuang and disliked Confucianism. Flee from Lin'an.

Wang Xuebin and Wang Xuebin met when they were building a garden, and he was also very interested in it, so they studied together, Wang Xuebin contributed money, Huang Gu contributed, and they worked together to build the garden.

One is the ancient erudite Xiao Tsundere, and the other is the modern experienced young cynic, they chat quite speculatively.

The two came to the dining hall, picked up the meat skewers worn by the servants, and lit a charcoal fire to grill them.

The marinade for the barbecue was learned by Wang Xuebin from a chef in Xinjiang.

"Brother Huang, I'm going out for a while, and I'll leave the garden to you!"

Huang Gu frowned, looked at Wang Xuebin and asked:

"Brother Guanlan, why are you going here?"

Wang Xuebin glanced at him and said:

"The elders have some trivial matters that need to be dealt with!"

Huang Gu asked:

"When are you leaving?"

Wang Xuebin replied

"tomorrow!"

"how long?"

"I don't know, you can live here first, I know you are just a garden, not as good as our friendship!"

Huang Gu frowned and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Wang Xuebin.

"Needless to say, I will set off tomorrow!"

Huang Gu nodded and said:

"Go early and come back early!"

Wang Xuebin smiled and said nothing. The next day, Wang Xuebin packed his bags and waved to Huang Gu, then rode away on a donkey.

On the way, Wang Xuebin took out the official document from his arms again.

It says that Marshal Yue was conferred the title of King E, Qin Hui's posthumous title of King Shen was cut off after his death, his posthumous title was changed to "absurd and ugly", and Qin Hui was prosecuted for the crime of wronging the country.

He knew what this meant. This could be said to be the last struggle of the Song Dynasty. After the rise of Yuanmeng, the Song Dynasty would have no spare power!

He knew it would be useless to go by himself, but he still wanted to go and see, and Mr. Jiaxuan mentioned by the third master was also there, even if it was to communicate.

As a Chinese Miao descendant, I always have some feelings, which I can afford, but I can't let go of!

Chapter 102 A Man's Destiny Is Unwavering (3/5 Seeking First Order)

"This official is sorry to bother you, I am an old man from Zhizhou Xin, who came to pay a visit!"

Wang Xuebin stood at the gate of the Zhenjiang government office and said sincerely to the servants of the government office.

"Get out, get out, or I'll push you up!"

Yamen servants work on errands every day. I see a lot of people like this. There are even those who claim to be illegitimate children, not to mention old friends.

Wang Xuebin was very helpless, he couldn't get rid of the yamen servant, and said sincerely:

"This official, please pass this book to Xin Zhizhou, and tell Xin Zhizhou's juniors to come visit later!"

As he spoke, he handed over the "Fu Zhai Anthology" handed over to him by the third master.

Now the yamen servants are getting more and more popular, and there are often "talented scholars" who claim to have a strategy for governing the country and want to present it to the adults, but after handing it over, it is a bunch of nonsense articles.

Mr. Xin is not a good-tempered winner, turning his face is a trivial matter, and he even suffered a board for it. At this time, when he saw Wang Xuebin took out a book, he immediately grabbed the book and threw it out.

Seeing this, Wang Xuebin hurriedly flew to intercept the anthology, looked through it carefully, and found that it was not damaged. He just wanted to get angry at the yamen servant, but who would have thought that when he looked up, he saw the yamen servant bowing and said with a smile:

"I'm sorry, my son, it's a villain who has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai, so I'll contribute the text for you!"

Then he raised his hands, ready to take the anthology in Wang Xuebin's hand.

Wang Xuebin was a little puzzled, couldn't hold his breath, and felt uncomfortable.

In this world, anyone who can afford martial arts is a high-ranking family. Anyway, a yamen servant can't afford to offend him. If this chivalrous man remembers his grudge and chooses an opportunity to take revenge on him, he won't even have the place to cry.

Wang Xuebin didn't understand this, and when he saw the yamen servant standing with a smiling face, he couldn't get angry, so he handed the collection of essays to the yamen servant, and asked:

"This is a gift from my teacher, please keep it safe!"

The yamen servant nodded quickly, and went in carefully holding the anthology.

Just for a moment, an old man who was over sixty years old walked over, Wang Xuebin looked at this person, and his heart was a little surging.

Xin Qiji, courtesy name Zhong Min, nickname Jiaxuan Layman, Southern Song Dynasty general, official, and unrestrained poet, spent his whole life running for the Northern Expedition to the Central Plains, but he never gave up despite his ill-fated fate. He continued to shout "Kill the thief! Kill the thief !"

"Where is Nephew Lu Xian?"

Xin Weng's voice was very loud, and it sounded like a gold and iron horse.

Wang Xuebin clasped his fists and bowed in salute:

"Lord Xin, Wansheng was born in Suzhou Wang Xuebin, whose name is Guanlan. This book is a gift from his family teacher, and he specially asked Wansheng to hand over this book to Xin Weng!"

This is pure nonsense, Wang Xuebin also returned to watch it later, they just asked how Wang Xuebin was doing, as for the disposal of the book, they didn't even mention it.

Xin Weng looked at Wang Xuebin, helped him up, looked at his strong body, and said with a satisfied smile:

"Guanlan? Is your master Dalang or Erlang?"

Wang Xuebin cupped his hands again.

"Report to Xin Zhizhou..."

Xin Weng raised his hand and said:

"You can just call him Gong Xin. I have a good acquaintance with your master, and I have known your master for a long time!"

As he said, he took Wang Xuebin's hand and entered the government office, asking about his master's current situation all the way!

Hearing that the two brothers had become monks and practiced Taoism, he stood there silently. After a while, he came back to his senses and sighed:

"Your teacher, Lu Zishou, is a remarkable figure. He has dabbled in all schools of thought, and the three of his brothers founded the School of Sanlu, which seems to be the first of its kind.

At the first Ehu meeting, their brothers argued fiercely with brother Yuanhui for several days, and at last they went home regardless of who was superior. After that, brother Yuanhui's school of Neo-Confucianism and brother Zishou's school of mind were no longer incompatible. What a pity Dalang Erlang up! "

Only then did Wang Xuebin know the life experiences of the two Master Lus. It turned out that their father and uncle were the famous Lu Jiuling and Lu Jiuyuan, the founders of Xinxue.

No wonder Wang Xuebin always has a sense of familiarity when reading Fuzhai’s anthology, as if he has heard the theories in the book somewhere.

Xin Weng talked for a while, then smiled and said:

"It's fine to become a monk, but if it wasn't for the uneasy mood, the old man would have become a monk long ago!"

Wang Xuebin heard the words and praised:

"Xin Gong cares about his family and country, and the family and country are not peaceful, how can you rest assured?"

When Xin Weng heard Wang Xuebin's words, he smiled indifferently:

"Don't be flattering, Guanlan is interested in the imperial examination? The old man and Yuan Hui still have some friendship, would you like to go to his school to study? Today's imperial court attaches great importance to Neo Confucianism. If you become an official, it is better to have a smooth line of Neo Confucianism!"

Wang Xuebin knew that the Yuan Hui he was talking about was Zhu Xi, a sage of Neo Confucianism, but Wang Xuebin was not interested in it at all, he shook his head, and before he could speak, Xin Weng comforted him:

"Don't think too much, your master is your master, and you are you, so you don't have to blame yourself for the grievances of the older generation!"

Wang Xuebin looked up and explained: