Chapter 22: End

In a thatched cottage without a plaque in the village school, the middle-aged Confucian scholar Liu Chunshui was sitting and writing chess. It was not a famous game that has been passed down through the ages, nor was it a replay of the battle between national chess masters.

He was about to place a white piece on the chessboard, and sighed. The chess piece that had been determined to take root suddenly became hesitant. After he withdrew his hand, the chess piece was still suspended in the air, still more than an inch away from the chessboard.

Liu Chunshui was still sitting upright. As a contemporary saint in charge of this place, one of the 72 Confucian academies, and the former owner of Shanya Academy, even if he was exiled here to make meritorious contributions, Liu Chunshui was still a well-deserved contemporary Confucian scholar.

For ordinary people in the town, the grass and trees wither and flourish every year, and the spring and autumn of Jiazi pass in a flash. The teachers have been replaced several times, with different looks and ages, but the inexplicable temperament of scholars is the same, old-fashioned, harsh, taciturn, in short, very boring, and no one thought that the teachers who came and went in the village school were actually the same person. Not only that, in the vast world outside the town, Mr. Liu, who lived in seclusion, once had a transcendent and lofty status and was also endowed with supreme magical powers of righteousness.

The next moment, Liu Chunshui's soul left his body and traveled far away, like an immortal in a snow-white robe, breaking free from the cage of his body in an instant, and floating to an alley in the town.

Liu Chunshui came to the alley in a flash. He first went to see the woman lying in a pool of blood, Cai Jinjian from Yunxia Mountain, whose three souls and seven spirits swayed and dissipated, like a candle in the wind.

After Liu Chunshui paused for a moment, he finally came to the two of them.

The young city lord of Old Dragon City, wearing a high crown and big sleeves, leaned back a little, stunned, and his handsome face with jade-like skin had a complex expression, intertwined with shock, confusion and despair.

The boy kept the sharp posture of jumping high and rushing forward, holding a piece of porcelain as sharp as a blade in his left hand. Even at this critical moment of life and death, the boy in the air still had a firm look in his eyes and a calm face. He didn't look like an ignorant boy who was born in a small house in a shabby alley and grew up in the mountains. Perhaps the only thing left that fits the identity of a boy is the helplessness hidden in the depths of his eyes. For this kind of helplessness, scholars who have walked out of the study and academy for many years are no longer unfamiliar. It's like looking at a farmer who depends on the weather for food, squatting on the dry and cracked barren ridges in the dry season, looking up at the scorching sun. In fact, there will be no heart-wrenching emotions, but only deep helplessness and confusion.

As the temporary owner of a piece of heaven and earth, Liu Chunshui certainly knows the ins and outs of Wang Gu'an's family of three, and even traces back hundreds and thousands of years. Even if he has not seen the young man's ancestors in person, he can roughly deduce and evolve. The reason is simple, just like the county magistrate of the county government, if he really wants to see the inheritance of the people under his rule, he only needs to go to the household registration office to check the files, and it will be clear at a glance.

After more than 3,000 years of development, the town has spread its branches and leaves beyond the town, and the roots are intertwined, because every generation has several amazing people. Although they cannot return home in glory, they can feed back to the family through secret channels, and finally created the four most prosperous surnames and ten clans in the town today.

Wang Gu'an's family also has a long history. His ancestors had once been very successful and wealthy. However, after two ups and downs, in Dongbaopingzhou, which had countless vassal states and dynasties, the family gradually fell into silence and decline, giving way to other surnames. Over the past thousand years, the family has been on a downward spiral. By the time of his young father's generation, the Wang family in the small town had almost completely declined in the entire Dongbaopingzhou, not to mention the territory of the Dali Dynasty where the town was located. It was as if the family was ordered by the king that "they were not allowed to serve as officials for generations", and there was no possibility of revival for the family.

After Liu Chunshui came here to preside over the operation of the formation, he has been adhering to the four-character master's precept of "upright and peaceful" for more than 60 years, and never arbitrarily changed the fate of the people in the town based on his personal likes and dislikes. Otherwise, in the eyes of this scholar who once hated evil, there was too much filth in the big families in the town, and too much poverty in the small families in the alleys. However, after Liu Chunshui watched from the sidelines, he saw that the big families and big houses also had their futility, and the small families also had their cruelty. Over time, Liu Chunshui was like a high-ranking statue, neither enjoying incense nor accepting favors, but just sitting there with his hands folded, not caring about worldly affairs.

Liu Chunshui was slightly surprised. He took a step forward, looked carefully, and nodded slightly. It turned out that the impoverished boy with great momentum seemed to be determined to kill Fu Nanhua this time. He would never give up until he killed Fu Nanhua. But in fact, according to the current posture, the boy just hit Fu Nanhua's neck with his wrist in the end, which was much better than Cai Jinjian's end. Fu Nanhua should have been hit hard and fell sideways against the wall. Then the boy grabbed his neck with one hand and held his abdomen with a porcelain piece with the other hand.

Liu Chunshui was a little curious. Why didn't the boy kill him this time? Such a good opportunity, but it was fleeting, and there would be endless troubles. Liu Chunshui was a pure scholar who abided by etiquette, but would not stick to dogma. He was not the kind of pedantic scholar who would only shake his head and fall off the bookcase. He was very familiar with Fu Nanhua and his like, no matter their talent, character or temperament. Even if he was threatened by the boy in the alley today and temporarily gave up revenge, this matter would definitely be the greatest shame and humiliation the young man had ever seen in his life. It would not be an exaggeration to exaggerate it to the point of being insane. At that time, the one who would be fussy with the boy would not only be Fu Nanhua himself, but also the entire Old Dragon City, the lord of the South China Sea.

The reason why Liu Chunshui came here to stop the boy from killing people continuously was partly for selfish reasons, but also for justice. Now the town is like a cracked porcelain, which will explode sooner or later. Liu Chunshui must delay this unstoppable process and try to arrange a retreat for more people. It would be best if it could be safely handed over to the blacksmith "Master Ruan" and survive the last sixty years. Then everyone can be happy. The people on the mountain get opportunities, and the people below the mountain get stability. You must know that the majority of the former have the consistent nature. Whenever the road collapses, the old and the new alternate, opportunities arise, and longevity is expected, the life and death of hundreds or thousands of ants at the foot of the mountain, what does it matter? !

The ruthlessness of the secular dynasty is not worth mentioning compared to the selflessness of the great way advocated by many cultivators.

Liu Chunshui thought for a moment and quietly disappeared.

The world is running smoothly.

The previous end is quietly broken.

The boy's wrist "finally" hit Fu Nanhua's neck hard, and the latter's head shook, and he fell sideways to the wall of the alley. He was knocked unconscious by the huge force. After landing, the boy quickly approached and hit Fu Nanhua's abdomen with an elbow.

Fu Nanhua did not stand up straight with his back against the wall. The boy's elbow almost made him spit out bitter water, and his body bent instinctively.

The boy pinched Fu Nanhua's neck with one hand and pressed the porcelain piece against the abdomen of this high-crowned young man with the other hand.

Fu Nanhua could hardly imagine why the thin boy, who was a head shorter than himself, had such a huge force in his five fingers, especially the sharpness and coldness of the porcelain piece on his abdomen, which made the young master of Laolong City feel the approach of death again. The line of separation was the separation of yin and yang.

Of course, Fu Nanhua would not know how amazing the infinite potential of a child who had to search for herbs all over the mountains and plains at a young age, because of an obsession stronger than his own survival, burst out.

When the boy accidentally ate the herbs and rolled on the ground in the alley, that obsession could even make a child who was supposed to be in a village school want to crawl back home to put the life-saving herbs in the bamboo basket back home.

After that, chopping wood and burning charcoal, firing porcelain, throwing pottery, digging mud and tasting soil, etc., there was nothing that did not test the boy's physical strength and endurance.

Outside the town, Fu Nanhua could easily crush a hundred or a thousand boys with a little fairy magic, but choosing to fight with him in the town was really a good luck that had reached the end and kicked the iron plate.

Fu Nanhua was overwhelmed by the pain and humiliation, and said with a grim face: "If you kill me, you will die! If you don't kill me, you will still die! You little bastard, you are dead anyway!"

Wang Gu'an raised his head slightly, stared at the man with a crazy look on his face, and said: "You know, I don't want to kill you. I have no grudges against you. I just fought back because you wanted to hurt me."

Fu Nanhua grinned: "Little bastard, are you worthy of talking to me, Fu Nanhua?!"

He tried his best to emphasize his tone and said, "Are you worthy?!"

Wang Gu'an was silent for a moment and asked: "Do you have to kill me?"

When Fu Nanhua saw the dark eyes of the boy, he suddenly calmed down.

Fu Nanhua, who was strangled by the neck, turned red, and soon turned blue and then purple. In fact, the strength of the boy's five fingers did not increase, but it was enough to suffocate a young man to death.

Fu Nanhua said with difficulty: "I said I won't kill you, do you believe me?"

He struggled violently.

But the young man increased his strength almost at the same time, causing Fu Nanhua's arm, which was slightly moving with five fingers, to droop.

Wang Gu'an shook his head.

Fu Nanhua became more and more dizzy. Although he wanted to slap the bastard's head, he still tried to be pleasant on the surface and added, "What if I swear to heaven? People like us can't swear casually."

Fu Nanhua played a trick. The great vows of the Buddhists and the oaths made by the monks in their hearts are indeed very binding, but it is obvious that Fu Nanhua only told half the truth. Even if he swore, he would only swear solemnly in his mouth, not the heavy oath of "not writing words, but engraving words on the heart wall of the alchemy room", so whether he abides by it afterwards depends on his mood. Moreover, the oaths of the cultivators are not impossible to break, but the price is small. Generally speaking, the size of the price is absolutely related to the level of the cultivator and the severity of the oath.

Unexpectedly, the young man in straw sandals still shook his head.

Fu Nanhua, who was having more and more difficulty breathing, had lost the energy to bargain and looked a little dazed for no reason.

Was he going to die?

Just like that poor guy Cai Jinjian, but he died at the hands of a little bastard?

So when this bad news was spread back to Laolong City, would it become a laughing stock in the whole city?

He didn't even have a chance to reach out and trigger the secret mechanism of the jade belt around his waist. The white jade belt tied around his waist was actually the residual spirit of a ground dragon.

"It's OK."

A heavenly voice sounded in the ears of the two people. For Fu Nanhua, it was like the sound of nature, but he just fainted and was not sure if it was his hallucination.

Wang Gu'an turned his head in astonishment.

He saw a Mr. Liu who was covered in snow and was illusory.

The latter smiled and said nothing.

Wang Gu'an's eyes returned to their unwavering tenacity, and the five fingers of his right hand never loosened.

Liu Chunshui was neither annoyed that his kindness was taken for granted, nor was he pleased as if he saw a promising talent. He just waved his sleeves gently at the young man in straw sandals, as if he had "scooped" an item into his hand.

The Confucian saint opened his palm and laughed dumbly.

A ball of filth like ink.

It turned out that the intention that someone had planted in the young man was dim and had clearly disappeared long ago.

Looking up at the young man Wang Gu'an again, Liu Chunshui felt a little regretful and said with emotion: "No wonder the master said that for those who achieve things in the world, extraordinary talent is only secondary, and perseverance is the most important. Wang Gu'an, you have taught me another lesson on behalf of the master. It's a pity that I, Liu Chunshui, no longer have the opportunity to accept closed disciples."