the enlightener says

"Why are you in such a hurry? Isn't it too late to leave after this meal?" The smile on the face of the white-clothed man grew stronger, but when he took a step forward, Qin Ke could feel the blood in his body surged in a short time.

The blind old man stepped out of the bridge, still playing the erhu, but his voice was terribly deep, but it seemed that it might become agitated at any time.

Qin Ke sighed: "So, no matter what, I can't leave?"

The man in white waved his hand gracefully and said, "You can try it."

If possible, Qin Ke really didn't want to give it a try.But now, he seems to have no choice.He looked at the Imperial Academy on the other side of the river. The sound of reading inside seemed to have stopped. He didn't know if it was because it was already evening, or because he had finished his day's homework.

Abu should be inside, right?Thinking of this, Qin Ke stepped forward slowly, and the man in white started to run almost at the same time as him. Both of them were Qi and blood practitioners, and compared to ordinary people, they were as fast as lightning.

"Bang" sounded.

Qin Ke took the lead. He didn't have a dagger, so he could only slap the man in white with his palm, but the man in white came after him and greeted him first.

The palms of the two collided suddenly, causing the clothes of the two people to shake, and the corners of the clothes fluttered in the air current.

Qin Ke's pupils shrank slightly, and with a flick of his hands, he stretched out his hand to grab the wrist of the man in white, but the man in white chose the same move as Qin Ke, and entangled Qin Ke's wrist and even his elbow in turn. come up!

Qin Ke held the back of the white-clothed man's hand with one hand, turned over suddenly, crossed his legs, took a step, and collided with the white-clothed man's knee.

A pain spread upwards along the knee, Qin Ke's mouth twitched, but his hands still didn't stop. After defending once, he took the initiative to attack again. His hands were like poisonous snakes spitting out letters, and he held the shoulder of the man in white!

The man in white pointed at Qin Ke's chest with both hands pointing like knives, and thrust out suddenly, with great force, as if he really wanted to pierce Qin Ke's chest.This move can be said to be very tricky. If Qin Ke insisted on grabbing the upper limbs of the man in white, he might not be able to resist this move at all.

How powerful is a practitioner?At least Qin Ke couldn't ignore it at all. He loosened his hand and laid it across his chest, firmly locked the man in white's hand, and fought face to face with the man in white again.

Both are trying to limit the other's movements, but neither can succeed.

Qin Ke was very nervous. He could feel that the white-clothed man's cultivation level was on par with his after just a short time of fighting, and he still had to be wary of the blind old man who was still pulling the erhu. More sluggish in action.

The man in white was also a little surprised. In his opinion, how old is Qin Ke this year?eighteen?But even those children from aristocratic families, there are not many who have practiced since childhood and have such strength today, and after a few back and forth, he vaguely felt that Qin Ke's strength was even higher than his.

This result made him feel a little sullen. The path of cultivation in this world is still dominated by talented people. Thinking about his hard work for so many years, he only got so much cultivation, and Qin Ke is so young. With such strength already, how can he not be jealous?

But he still doesn't think he will lose, just because he has more fighting experience than Qin Ke. Even if Qin Ke has better cultivation talent than him, he is still a young boy after all. The skill of fighting in the fire?

Besides...he's not alone.

Thinking of this, the corners of the man in white's mouth turned up, and he said softly, "Blind man."

The sound of the blind old man's erhu suddenly changed from deep to hasty!

Chapter 69 Needle Point Wheat Grass

"Cultivating one's body and practicing one's words are called good deeds. Practicing and cultivating words and ways are the essence of propriety. Rituals are learned from others, but those who don't hear them are judged by others. Learn from those who hear about them, and teach from those who don't..."

Abu drooped his head, listening to the sound of lectures, a little drowsy.It's not that he doesn't want to listen carefully, it's just that he really can't cheer up right now.Zhuge Wanling said a word last night, and he spent the whole night copying books in the library. When the rooster crowed at dawn, he put down his pen, rubbed his sore wrist, and fell asleep for a while.

Sometimes he is actually a little wronged. Recently, the palace has to sort out the manuscripts. There are so many eunuchs who write pens, and there are countless scholars. It's really tiring to face Zhuge Wanling's exams at the end of every month for the homework on the side.

But thinking of this, he quickly raised his head, patted his cheek, and said to himself: "Abu, you bastard, how can you blame Mr.? It is Mr.'s gift that you can sit in the school today. Copying books should be an honor, how can you be dissatisfied?"

At this time, the professor sitting above was saying: "If you want to seek advice from the elders, you must use a few sticks to follow. The elders ask, and you will answer without hesitation. It is indecent..." But seeing Abu's abnormal state, this person who was originally holding The old pedant on the bamboo slip took a careful look at Abu, and suddenly shouted, "Abu!"

"Ah?" Abu was startled, and after realizing that it was the professor calling his name, he immediately sat up straight holding the manuscript in panic, and said, "Sir."

The professor stroked his silver beard, squinted his eyes and said, "Tell me, what is the gift of the Son of Man?"

Abu froze, fiddled with the bamboo slips in a hurry, coughed awkwardly, and searched for the section about being the son of man, but the more panicked he was, the less he could find it, so he could only rely on the fragments in his memory to say, "My husband is a man." Son..."

The professor quietly looked at his embarrassment, waved his hands, and said, "Forget it, copy today's lesson three times tonight, and remember to leave it to me tomorrow."

There were a few laughs in the classroom.

"Yes." Abu replied sadly, thinking of the manuscript he hadn't finished copying yesterday, he let out a long sigh.

He heard a few jeers coming from his ears: "A cowherd boy can only herd cows after all, and can't read sage books."

"You don't know that. The imperial court opened a school for these poor boys to study, just to be a corporal and attract talents. If you really want to govern the country, where are these 'untouchables'?"

"Untouchable?" Abu said to himself in a low voice.

No need to guess, he also knew who was mocking him. In this imperial academy, not only poor children like them sat, but also the children of the elite nobles.

This was originally the result of mutual benefit exchange within Jingwu.

At that time, the Wu State had experienced several generations of civil strife, and various gentry clans advocated the slogan of "Wu State Orthodoxy" to attack each other. If Zhuge Wanling hadn't single-handedly spoken out the Confucianism of the warrior ethnic group, he would have argued these people speechlessly. Based on the interests, these divided gentry clans were squeezed together abruptly, and there is no Jingwu now.

And although these gentry clans were chaotic like a quagmire when they were fighting, they were able to display sufficient ability and efficiency when they gathered together. Zhuge Wanling was able to gather Jing and Wu within five years, and finally govern the country to the prosperity of the people and the country. , these gentry can be said to have contributed a lot.

In Jingwu's current court, most of the officials are from these gentry families. The combined strength of these people is so great that even Zhuge Wanling has to show enough respect and tolerance to these gentry families.

And this school, which originally only had children from poor families, was eventually filled with many children from noble families because of the repeated advice of those veteran officials.These gentry children were born with golden keys in their mouths, so how could they have any good feelings for ordinary or even lowly people like them?

With a bit of gloom in his heart, Abu, who finished his day's studies, walked down the wooden floor, put on the pair of mille-soled shoes his parents had given him, let out a sigh of relief, looked at the bright red sunset glow in the clouds, and slowly walked towards Go outside the school.

A few students who were close friends came over and said, "Abu, let's go to Daming Lake to see tonight? I heard that there is a puppet show artist who tells stories very well."

"No." Abu shook his head and said, "I have to enter the palace tonight, sir has something to do for me."

In the school, there are quite a few people who can be called gentlemen by everyone. After all, most of the professors in this school are masters of the schools in Jingwu. Say "Mr."

But the "sir" in Abu's mouth is different from these. When it comes to entering the palace, everyone knows that this Jingwu, is there any gentleman in the palace?Naturally, there is only one prime minister admired by thousands of people, Zhuge Wanling.

Strictly speaking, these students in the school are all his students, but Zhuge Wanling is busy with state affairs, and it is impossible to come to the school to teach them every day, so he also formulated a procedure, four days a month, Zhuge Wanling He will come to the school to attend classes and answer students' questions.

For the poor students in the school, Zhuge Wanling can be said to be kind to them, so they also respect Zhuge Wanling very much, and even worship him. After knowing that Abu is actually working in the palace again, they are naturally a little envious: "That's great. Abu, you're really envious of us. Well, it would be great if I could enter the palace to do things for my husband someday. Even if it's for me to polish his ink, that's fine too."

But soon someone laughed and said: "I'm still grinding the ink. There was a good news from the womb a few days ago. The husband was dealing with state affairs late at night, and the lord stood beside him and grinded the ink for him until dawn. Tell me, How can you be worthy of grinding ink for Mister?"

The student retorted a little unconvinced: "It's impossible for the lord of the country to grind ink for Mr. every day, why can't it be my turn?"

Abu shook his head, and said: "Sir, the eunuch grinds the ink, the king also had a whim that day, after all, it's just fun."

"Look, this is the difference between you and us." The student laughed and said, "Only you can know this kind of thing so clearly. How many times have you entered the palace this month? Thirteen times, right? Some people in the school privately said that you are now the master's closed disciple, and you are ready to inherit the mantle."

Abu smiled wryly and said, "What mantle do you inherit? Mister is not yet forty this year, still at the best age, not to mention what qualifications do I have?" Speaking of which, he was a little depressed again, "I think I should join the army with Brother Chang Gong alright."

Someone responded: "That's not bad. Charge with Brother Chang Gong. Even if you die in battle, you don't think your life is in vain. What's more, maybe you can get a general back and ride with Brother Chang Gong through the city gate on a tall horse. , That prestige, my parents know, I'm afraid they will drag me to visit the ancestral grave that day, no matter what, it will be a glory to the ancestors."

"Guangzong Yaozu? I'm afraid there will be more bones buried inside." Someone said coldly.

Abu raised his head suddenly, passing the student in front of him, he saw the figure in the brocade robe and the expensive jade pendant on his waist.Looking up again, on that handsome and resolute face, the eyebrows almost flew up.

He looked at them like a creeping hare looking down on the ground in the air.

Beside him were several students in the same luxurious clothes who followed closely behind him, their expressions arrogant.

"Sun Qing..." Abu whispered.

A few humble children were taunted by this proud son from the gentry, so they were naturally unhappy, and retorted: "Hey, isn't this the son of the Sun family? After all, we are not like you, who were born wearing golden locks , when you grow up, your dad will arrange everything. But I doubt that you have been like a chick hiding under an old hen's ass since you were a child, did you pee your pants when you saw the battlefield?"

"You!" Several noble children beside Sun Qing took a step forward, their faces flushed with anger, but Sun Qing stopped them with one hand.

He looked at the crowd coldly, and said: "This Jingwu is our father's Jingwu, and will be our Jingwu in the future. You people are like a few wild dogs on the side of the road, but they were put away by a few pouts of pity. After serving the meal, I really thought that I was the guest. What gave you that ridiculous hope? Could it be that you really thought that you could point out the country in the Jingwu Chaotang by knowing a few words? Ridiculous."

The children of the poor family became angry and accused one after another: "What is your Jingwu? This Jingwu belongs to our Jingwu people!"

"Oh?" Sun Qing sneered, "Then what do you need officials to do? Could it be that Jing Wu has to be governed by the people themselves?"

Chapter 70 Goodbye Friends

For a while, the humble children standing in front of Abu were all stunned. Jing Wu started with the support of these gentry, and it was naturally the talents recommended by these gentry that supported the government of the whole country. There are so few talents in governing the country, but it is still a drop in the bucket. Most of the Jianghu people have joined the army-of course, it is precisely because Zhuge Wanling's loyalists are in every important position in the army, so the relationship between Zhuge Wanling and the gentry Only then can we get along harmoniously.

But faced with such a question, combined with the current situation of Jingwu, the poor family in front of Abu naturally couldn't answer.

Looking at this proud Sun Qing, Abu wanted to say something in his heart, but he swallowed it in his stomach after all.

"Gentlemen don't fight." He thought of what Zhuge Wanling said to him, but he couldn't help clenching his hands.

"Sorry." He raised his voice a little.

Everyone looked at him, and the poor family even looked forward to it.

"I still have something to do. I have to go first." Abu lowered his head, lowered his eyes, turned his head and left slowly.

The nobleman next to Sun Qing looked at his back and said mockingly, "Coward."

The poor family quarreled with the gentry again: "He is entering the palace to do business, and Prime Minister Zhuge specially gave him a token to enter and exit the palace gate. Do you have any?"

"Hmph, what can he do? He still dozed off during his hard-won studies. I really don't know how Prime Minister Zhuge chose him."

"Isn't Prime Minister Zhuge smarter than you? Hmph, there must be a reason for him to choose Abu!"

Just as the gentry children were arguing fiercely, Sun Qing, who had been silently watching Abu's back, shook his head, turned around and drifted away, leaving behind a group of shocked crowd, at a loss.

Abu didn't look back, he knew that even if he turned back, he might not be able to change anything, the bloody setting sun was still outside the school, and the weeping willows by the river danced gently in the breeze.

He was leaning on the railing by the river to blow some air. Since the gentry entered the school, there were indeed a lot of troubles in the school, but for him, the biggest trouble was Zhuge Wanling.

"Why did you choose me?" Abu didn't understand, he was a little proud and happy, but also a little scared.Although he firmly believed that Zhuge Wanling must have a reason for doing so, he was still a little worried that he would not be able to meet Zhuge Wanling's expectations.

However, a sharp scream interrupted his thoughts.

Qin Ke turned sideways, and the familiar little sword of the blind old man almost flashed past his shoulder, and there was a small cut in his burlap clothes, the cut was smooth without any rough marks, enough to Let people see the sharpness of that little sword.

If Qin Ke's movements were slower, his entire shoulder would be taken off by this small sword.

But Qin Ke didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief at this moment, the man in white was standing behind him, or in other words, he had already calculated his dodge direction, and as he stretched out his arms and pushed forward suddenly, Qin Ke I just felt a gust of wind rushing towards my face, which was suffocating.

Qin Ke didn't want to avoid this pair of fleshy palms. He had been dragged here for some time, but because the man in white and the blind old man were not weaker than him, he wanted to do it countless times. You can't get out of the battle circle.

But he squinted at the little sword that flitted far away without turning back, this is an opportunity!

He clenched his hands into fists, crossed his arms across his chest, and advanced instead of retreating. With his heart beating violently, Qi and blood poured into his arms, and collided abruptly with the hands of the man in white.

There was a muffled sound, and the man in white only felt the huge force coming from the palms of his hands, making him take a few steps back involuntarily, but Qin Ke was even worse, flying out like a kite with a broken string!

The man in white frowned. This young boy was extremely slippery. Even though he and the blind old man fought together, they still couldn't kill him. Now, his tentative palms succeeded?

But that power...

Just at this time, Qin Ke's body in mid-air suddenly shook!

The small sword that was turning in the sound of the erhu seemed to be held tightly by someone invisible, and it was slashing towards Qin Ke's waist, while Qin Ke was in midair, like a fish swimming in the water, with a twist. There was a distance between them, and then he raised his leg, and his kick hit the spine of the sword!

Although the flying sword of a spiritual practitioner is as fast as thunder, and becomes more and more elusive after taking off his hands, it is not held by his own hands after all, and his strength is always lacking. , the little sword immediately lost its original direction, flew upside down, and plunged obliquely into the stone floor.

As Qin Ke floated to the ground, he had already moved nearly 45 steps away from the man in white!

Although he felt that his arms were aching from eating the pair of fleshy palms, Qin Ke was overjoyed and felt that everything was necessary, and he didn't stop under his feet. In front of him was the blind old man holding an erhu. There is no flying sword around him now, only the unremarkable erhu and his thin body form a bleak picture.

To say that it is bleak is just an appearance.Qin Ke knew the old man's strength, so naturally he didn't think that he could decide the outcome if he was within ten steps of the old man, but at least, as a practitioner of Qi and blood, he had no intention of standing at such a close distance from the old man. A very favorable location.

He took a deep breath, stomped his feet, and brought the distance between the two closer again, the face of the old man was almost in front of his eyes.

The flying sword was still stuck in the gap between the stone bricks, trembling slightly, like a willow in the wind.And Qin Ke's fist was in mid-air, like a falling meteor, and it seemed that nothing could stop this "punching the old man" accident from happening.

The old man stretched out his hand, grasped the strings of the erhu, pulled and let go, but a force was generated in an instant.It is also the first time for Qin Ke to actually experience this invisible yet tangible power with his physical body. It is like punching a cotton wall with a punch. He obviously feels that he has used a lot of strength, but just It seems that there is no way to exert this power.

I also don't know how Gao Changgong managed to break through Wang Xuanwei's several defense lines with his long spear. Although Qin Ke felt that he was simply using strength to overcome cleverness, it might not be that simple.

But now, what he has to do is to break through the spiritual barrier of the blind old man.

The man in white was behind him, and he started to act as soon as he saw Qin Ke heading towards the blind. Qin Ke knew that he didn't have much time, so he stepped on the ground firmly with his feet, his knees sank, and his strength increased again. , Pushing from an inch to half an inch in front of the blind old man!

The blind old man's face turned pale. In this world, only a great practitioner like Wang Xuanwei can use the mental barrier as a consumable. If it were him, he would not even be able to distract himself to control the flying sword at this time.

There was no joy in Qin Ke's eyes. Behind him, Qin Ke heard the wind of the fluttering robe, and the man in white arrived.

The man in white's eyes were full of coldness. He didn't expect Qin Ke to launch a sudden attack, so he was not prepared, but when Qin Ke was dragged by the blind old man, he felt a little happy in his heart. Right now, you and the blind man Competing, where does the energy come from to manage me?

"Zheng" sound.

Qin Ke heard the sound of the dagger being drawn out of its sheath. This sound was very familiar, yet somewhat unfamiliar.He thought of the wooden scabbard of the dagger he had put in his baggage, and then thought of the dagger thrown in the cellar, and his heart suddenly dawned on him.

Maybe the man in white picked up his dagger and found a new sheath?

However, this dagger was a thing left to him by his master, and it really made him unhappy to be pulled out of the sheath by the man in white.

Just at this time, there was a sound like a metal impact, Qin Ke felt the man in white retreat behind him, and a familiar voice spit out a powerful breath, and collided with the man in white twice, which actually suppressed the man in white and couldn't get out !

Qin Ke's eyes lit up: "Abu!"

Chapter 71 Little Mister

Qin Ke laughed loudly, and the previous nervousness faded inexplicably a lot: "Finally, I see you. I don't know how much effort I spent in order to see you."

"Let's talk later! How did you mess with them?" Abu is tall and tall, and he used the moves of killing and cutting on the battlefield between advancing and retreating, but he couldn't find that kind of move in him. Killing intent is more of a clumsy force.

But even so, the man in white cannot be underestimated!The dagger in his hand stabbed at Abu with a tricky angle like a snake, but Abu's extremely quick reaction still caught his wrist. When he loosened the dagger and changed his hand to attack again, Abu was in a hurry. He lowered his head, paused on his knees, leaned forward, and put his shoulder on the chest of the man in white, and suddenly knocked the man out!