Nightwatcher Chapter 103: 1 premise, 2 conditions

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In front of the Yasheng Temple, Zhao Shouli adjusted his clothes, and under the gaze of the three great scholars of Yang Gong, Zhang Shen, Li Mubai, and Chen Tai, he 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 the dust is floating in the beam. Above the base, there is a sculpture wearing a Confucianism crown and a Confucianism robe, one hand on the back and one hand on the lower abdomen.

At the feet of the sculpture, stood a white elk.

This is Ashen's wife.

Zhao Shou looked at this sculpture without saying a word, his eyes shining in the sun, 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 the early years, he was lame and depressed because of what happened. He was a good drinker, and when he was drunk, he wrote some poems that satirized the court and insulted the emperor.

Without the protection of Yunlu Academy, those 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 screams:

If you read a broken book, you won't have a good life, it's better to buy a drunk sleeping oiran in a brothel. .

The young Zhao Shou struck his neck and said:

Oiran needs thirty taels to sleep once. If you don’t read books, you can’t get enough money to sleep.

The lay 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?

Another board!

Later, in a cold winter, the old scholar fell drunk into the pool and drowned, ending his life of poverty and poverty.

At the funeral, Zhao Shou learned of the teacher's past from his best friends who gave him the teacher.

When he was young, the lay layman was a talented scholar who was in the limelight. Because of his birth at 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 and angrily accused Joan of Arc. That leg was interrupted at the 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 get a full-time position, but most of them are not reused and are sent to the corner of the corner.

More people don't even have a part-time job, and they have been studying for half their lives, and they are still just plain clothes.

The young Zhao Shou didn't say anything at the time, but many years later, the new dean made a great vision and made his life. He wanted to let the scholars of Yunlu Academy return to the temple and bring it back to the millennium prosperity.

"Two hundred years ago, the dispute between the national origin and the imperial family was at odds with the academy. Cheng took the opportunity to leave the academy and founded the Imperial College, blocking the academy students from the temple. Two hundred years have passed by. Today, the disciple Zhao Shou, Ying Yasheng returns to the temple."

Chang Yi 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 panicked. Instead, they trembled with excitement and wept with joy.

After two hundred years, Yunlu Academy is finally about to produce a second-grade scholar.

Not the kind of great Confucian that is praised by the world, but the second class in the Confucian system-the great Confucian!

Qingguang 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.

As if telling the world.

Immediately afterwards, these Qing Qi then slowly sank, fell back to the sub-temple, and entered Zhao Shou's body.

Zhao Shou’s eyes sprayed a dazzling light, and his body was bathed in the clear light. This is Haoran’s righteous energy washing the essence for him, which not only enhances the power of his utterance, but also improves the spell backlash. Endurance.

He carefully felt the changes in his body and comprehended 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, and the most important point, the second-ranked Confucian can manipulate luck to a certain extent, and can be gathered or 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, he sacrificed himself and smashed the last breath of the Great Week.

There was a flash of light in the sub-temple, and the four of Yang Gong entered the temple with joy.

"Dean, may I help the knife to solve the print?"

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 ruling crown was also worn on his head.

Zhao Shou stared at the carving knife and muttered:

"Break the seal!"

Suddenly hold his palm.

Suddenly, clear rays of light shot out from his palm, as if he was holding a large light bulb instead of a carving knife.

The Confucian crown above his head also burst out with dazzling clear light, and the clear light rushed along his arm like a knife.

The Yasheng sculpture flickered and shone on the carving knife.

Buzzing...The carving knife trembled, shaking violently in Zhao Shou's palm, and even his arms and body 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 does not want to hold it.

"Finally I can speak. The Confucian sage, who has suffered thousands of swords, has sealed the old man for more than a thousand or two hundred years. Why don't people tell me about the **** of writing books? If I replace it with an old man, I must write better than him.

"The old man was trying to get acquainted 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 cleared into the ears of Zhao Shou and others.

This makes Zhao Shou a little embarrassed~IndoMTL.com~ I don't know whether to agree or refute, so he can only choose to remain silent and pretend not to hear.

"Ahem!"

Zhao Shou coughed vigorously, interrupted the cursing of the cutter, and said:

"Meet the seniors."

Yang Gong and the four of them followed:

"Meet the predecessors!"

The carving knife swept in front of Zhao Shou, hovering motionless between his eyebrows, conveying ideas:

"Hey, Jianzheng said that I will release the seal in this generation, and I really didn't lie to me. The Confucian children treat the old Confucian sage like a god, and the great Confucians of the past will not release the seal for me.

"Why are you helping me to unlock the seal?"

Zhao Shou made another move:

"Students have something to ask for advice."

Yang Gong immediately closed his sleeves and didn't let the ruler fly out.

The spirit inside the carving knife asked:

"What's the matter!"

Zhao Shou Shen said:

"A question on behalf of the common people in the world, how to be promoted to the **** of war?"

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 Wufu system, he said about the **** of war, um, after all, it has been more than one thousand two hundred years, and I can't remember it for a while."

Then you think about it... Yang Gong and others are eager.

And Zhao Shou noticed a detail that Carver needs to remember to remember, which shows that no one has talked about being promoted to the **** of war recently.

If it wasn't revealed by the carving knife, how did Jianzheng know the way to be promoted to the Valkyrie?

After ten seconds, the knife suddenly said:

"I remember, um, one premise, two conditions!

"The premise is to condense luck.

"The condition is to be recognized by the world and recognized by the world!"

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ps: The typo is changed first.