Chapter 897: 1 premise, two conditions – NIGHTWATCHER – Light Novel
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Chapter 897: 1 premise, two conditions
In front of the Yasheng Temple, Zhao Shouli took care of his clothes, and under the gaze of the three great scholars, Yang Gong, Zhang Shen, Li Mubai, and Chen Tai, opened the hollow vermilion door and entered the temple.
Kang Dang!
The door of the palace closed gently, blocking the line of sight.
The sun shines in through the lattice window, and dust is floating in the beam. Above the base, there is a sculpture wearing a Confucianism crown and robe, one hand on the back and the other hand on the lower abdomen.
A white elk stands at the feet of the sculpture.
This is the wife of Ashen.
Zhao Shou looked at the sculpture without saying a word, with sunlight in his eyes, and he remained in the same posture for a long time without moving.
Zhao Shou was born in the 19th year of Joan of Arc. He was born in poverty. At the age of ten, he joined the Yunlu Academy.
The shabby old scholar lived in thatched cottage all the year round. In his early years, he was lame, depressed, and drunk because he didn’t know what happened.
Without the protection of Yunlu Academy, the poems he wrote would be enough to chop his head a hundred times.
On weekdays, Zhao Shou’s requirements are very strict, and he is still doing his best to teach. Once he gets drunk, he goes drunk and yells:
What kind of broken book I read, I haven’t had a good life. It’s better to buy a drunk oiran in a brothel.
The young Zhao Shou stalked his neck and said:
Oiran would cost thirty taels to sleep once. If you don’t read books, you can’t get enough money to sleep.
The layman in the cold house was furious when he heard this, but you still know the market?
A board!
Zhao Shou said unconvincedly: Doesn’t the teacher also know the market?
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Another board!
Later, in a cold winter, the old scholar fell drunk into the pool and drowned, ending his life of poverty.
At the funeral, Zhao Shou learned of the teacher’s past from his best friends who taught him the mentor.
When he was young, the lay layman was a talented man in the limelight. Because of his birth in the Yunlu Academy, he was disliked by Emperor Joan of Arc and was brushed down during the palace examination.
He continued to take the test and continued to be brushed down.
Three years and three years.
From a young talented man to an old scholar with frosty temples, he never got a job.
Unbearable, he rushed into the palace angrily and scolded Emperor Jeanne of Arc. That leg was interrupted at that time. If the previous dean had not come forward for shelter, he would have been beheaded long ago.
This is the current status of Yunlu Academy.
Occasionally, a small number of people can find a part-time job, but most of them are not reused and are sent to the corner of the corner.
More people don’t even have a full-time job or a half-time job, and they are still a commoner who has studied for half their lives.
The young Zhao Shou didn’t say anything at the time, but many years later, the new dean made a great vision for himself and made his life. He wanted to let the scholars of Yunlu Academy return to the temple and lead it back to the millennium. Sheng.
“Two hundred years ago, the dispute between the national origin and the royal family was at odds with the academy. Cheng took the opportunity to leave the academy, founded the Imperial College, and blocked the academy students from the temple. Two hundred years have passed by. Today, the disciple Zhao Shou, welcome Yasheng to return to the temple.”
Changyi can’t afford it.
The Yasheng sculpture rushed into the sky with a clear light, and the whole Qingyun Mountain vibrated at this moment like a mountain.
But the students and husband in the academy were not half panicked. Instead, they trembled with excitement and wept with joy.
After two hundred years, Yunlu Academy is finally about to produce a second-tier scholar.
It is not the kind of great Confucian that is praised by the world, but the second class in the Confucian system-the great Confucian!
The clear light rushed into the sky, surging layer by layer, forming a huge vortex of clear air at high altitude, and Qingyun Mountain was clearly visible from dozens of miles away.
It seems to be telling the world.
Immediately afterwards, these clear qi then slowly sank, fell back to the sub-temple, and entered Zhao Shou’s body.
Zhao Shou’s eyes blasted dazzling clear light, and his body was bathed in clear light. This is Haoran’s righteous energy washing the essence for him, which not only enhances his power to speak and follow the law, but also improves The endurance of spell backlash.
He carefully felt the changes in his body, comprehending the power of the second grade.
This is mainly divided into two aspects. On the one hand, the power of speaking out the law has been greatly improved, and the revised rules will continue for a long time.
For example, say: There is no grass here.
The vegetation in this area is withered for several months or even longer. Unlike before, the effect of uttering the law can only be short-lived.
In addition, the most important point is that the second-ranked Confucian can manipulate luck to a certain extent, and can be gathered and destroyed. Although this operation is not as subtle as a warlock, Zhao Shou has the ability to influence the rise and fall of a dynasty.
Of course, this requires a great price, just like the great scholar Qian Zhong during the Great Weekend, sacrificing himself and breaking the final qi of the Great Zhou.
There was a flash of light in the sub-temple, and the four of Yang Gong entered the temple with joy.
“The dean, may I help the cutter to deprint?”
Zhang Shen asked.
“Just try it.”
Zhao Shou spread out his palms, the clear light rose, and the carving knife appeared in the palm of his hand.
Immediately afterwards, the sub-sage Confucian crown was also worn on his head.
Zhao Shou stared at the carving knife and muttered:
“Break the seal!”
Suddenly held his palm.
Suddenly, clear light shot out from his palm, as if he was holding a large light bulb instead of a carving knife.
The Confucian crown on the top of his head also burst out with dazzling clear light, and the clear light rushed along his arm like a carving knife.
The Yasheng sculpture flickered and shone on the carving knife.
The buzzing knife shook violently in Zhao Shou’s palm, and his arms and body also trembled.
Boom!
The clear light on the carving knife exploded fiercely, and a gust of wind blew out the candles and shook the doors and windows in the hall.
No matter how difficult it is for Zhao Shou to hold the carving knife, he doesn’t want to hold it. He let go of his hand and let it float in the air, winding around in the hall.
“Finally I can speak. The Confucian sage, who has suffered a thousand swords, has sealed the old man for more than one thousand two hundred years. Why don’t people tell me about writing garbage? Replaced by an old man, he must write better than him. Okay.
“The old man was trying to meet him and instructed him to write a book, but he didn’t appreciate it. He was annoying and sealed me, bah!”
The cursing and complaining of the carving knife clearly passed into the ears of Zhao Shou and others.
This made Zhao Shou a little bit embarrassed. They didn’t know whether to agree or refute, so they could only choose to be silent and pretend not to hear.
“Cough cough!”
Zhao Shou coughed vigorously, interrupting the cursing of the cutter, and said:
“I have seen seniors.”
Yang Gong and the four followed:
“I have seen the predecessors!”
The carving knife swept in front of Zhao Shou, hovering motionless between his eyebrows, conveying ideas:
“Hey, Jianzheng said, I will release the seal in this generation, and I really didn’t lie to me. The Confucian children treat the old Confucian sage as gods, and the great Confucians of the past will not release the seal for me.
“Why are you helping me unlock the seal?”
Zhao Shou once again said:
“The students have something to ask.”
Yang Gong immediately closed his sleeves and did not let the ruler fly out.
The spirit inside the cutter asked:
“What’s the matter!””
Zhao Shou Shen said:
“On behalf of the general public, how to be promoted to the god of war?””
The carving knife didn’t answer immediately, but fell into a long silence.
In the silence, Zhao Shou’s heart slowly sank to the bottom:
“Senior didn’t know?”
“Don’t make noise!” The carving knife sprayed him. And then said:
“I remember that when the Confucian sage commented on the martial arts system, he said about the god of war, um, after all, it has been more than one thousand and two hundred years, and I can’t remember it for a moment.”
Then you think about it… Yang Gong and others are eager.
And Zhao Shou noticed a detail that Carving Knife needs to remember to remember, indicating that no one has talked about promotion to the Valkyrie recently.
It wasn’t the words revealed by the carving knife, how did Jianzheng know the way to be promoted to the Valkyrie?
Ten seconds later, the carving knife suddenly said:
“I remember, um, one premise, two conditions!
“The premise is to condense luck.
“The condition is that it is recognized by the world, and recognized by the world!”
ps: The typo should be corrected first.
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Author: Selling Newspaper Xiao LangjunTranslation: Artificial_Intelligence
