I really became a king.

Chapter 324 I would like to go with you, sir

There are no noble sons from poor families. In fact, this is a portrayal of the current Dali Dynasty and even the entire secular world. It is somewhat similar to the clan system in the feudal era of the previous life.

It's not that the martial arts are completely controlled by the wealthy and aristocratic families, but if children from poor families want to achieve something in the martial arts, they basically have no other choice except to join the wealthy and aristocratic families.

In addition to the fact that wealthy and powerful families control 99% of the cultivation resources, cultural heritage is also an important reason.

Children from poor families have to take care of themselves early. When they are eight or nine years old, they will be taken away from the academy by their families and start to create income for the family. After only a few years of practice, they may not be able to recognize all the characters. Even if they step into the martial arts in the future, unless they have a master who truly teaches them, their achievements will be extremely limited.

But after all, they can still achieve the most basic literacy, and once the academy is abolished, it will be truly impossible for a poor family to have noble sons.

This is the result that the wealthy and powerful families hope to see. They hope to completely monopolize martial arts in order to consolidate their own position.

This is also what the secular sects headed by Ye Xinmei hope to see. They want to take this opportunity to completely cut off the foundation for the rise of secular martial arts, which is why they are closing down the academy today.

Once all the schools in the world are closed down, children from poor families will not even have the opportunity to study and learn to read in the first few years. They will become completely illiterate, and this illiteracy will be passed down from generation to generation.

As for Jiang Yi, he had originally made up his mind to be a wooden stake and turn a deaf ear to what was happening outside. However, when he looked around and saw Dong Chengyang, who was isolated and helpless, and the sorrowful cries coming from outside the palace, his mind wavered.

He thought of Mr. Wen Dawen, who was regarded as a teacher for all ages in the Yinshan Realm. He abandoned his talent in martial arts just to open up an unprecedented road for scholars.

Moreover, the Yinshan Realm was a place of flourishing literary culture, and one martial arts genius after another shined as a result, some even becoming martial arts giants who founded their own schools.

On the other hand, this wild continent, as the ancestral land of mankind, has unique conditions. However, due to the selfishness of the secular sects, the literary style has declined and scholars are treated as worthless.

In this situation, Jiang Yi always felt that there was a rage in his heart. Although he tried his best to suppress it, it was still about to burst out.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

At this time, the Emperor of Dali, Jiang Zhenyi, looked at Dong Chengyang and asked.

Dong Chengyang raised his head and looked around blankly, with an air of dejection and despair, and even his body became hunched over again.

In recent years, perhaps because of the influence of Jiang Yi, Dong Chengyang has a hint of scholar's literary aura, and his back has become much straighter.

But at this moment, everything collapsed, and he once again became the bookmaker with a decadent aura that Jiang Yi first saw a few years ago.

Dong Chengyang was truly in despair this time. Looking around, no one was willing to stand up and say a word.

While feeling sad, he naturally thought of Prince Yi Jiang Yi. However, thinking of his previous dangerous situation, he knew that he was in a difficult situation now. But apart from Prince Yi, who else could he rely on in this vast world?

Dong Chengyang had always been grateful to Prince Yi, and did not want to implicate him at this time, so he did not look towards where Jiang Yi was.

"Xiao... Xiaomin..." Dong Chengyang said tremblingly, but he couldn't say any more after just two words.

He was really unwilling to accept this, but he also knew that under the pressure of the general trend, it would be difficult for the academies in the world to survive, and after today, they would probably disappear completely in the long river of history.

The academies in the world were gone, and the only heritage of these book craftsmen, no, it should be said that the only heritage of the scholars was also gone. From then on, there were no more scholars in the world.

Dong Chengyang still wanted to give it a try. He turned his body tremblingly and bowed to all around. The meaning was self-evident; he was asking for help.

But no one in the entire square paid any attention to him. The good ones slightly moved aside, while the vast majority of people just looked at him coldly, completely indifferent.

Only one person bowed solemnly to return the greeting, and it was Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi's action was seen as a surprise by some people. This salute caused a great uproar in the inner square of 100,000 people. A member of the royal family of Dali, and a powerful prince, actually saluted a lowly bookmaker. This was truly the biggest mistake in the world!

What does this gift mean? It has come to this point, could it be that the other party still wants to stop the trend?
Dong Chengyang did not respond at all, as if he did not see Jiang Yi's action, but everyone knew that he saw it but pretended not to see it.

The meaning is self-evident. I'm afraid he knows that the situation today has been decided and there is no room for maneuver.

Dong Chengyang felt disheartened. He looked up to the sky and sighed, tears streaming down his face. He then leaned forward tremblingly to receive the order.

The tens of thousands of book craftsmen gathered in the square outside the palace seemed to have anticipated the final outcome. Their cries were so sorrowful that they spread to most of the imperial capital of Dali.

Many people who had always thought that the matter had nothing to do with them, after hearing the earth-shaking cries, felt inexplicably sad.

Tianxia Academy, this school that has been with us since the time of our ancestors, is it really going to cease to exist? I felt a little uneasy, as if I would lose something important.

"Now that all the schools in the world are gone, where will the six-year-old children at home get a full meal in the future?" A ragged woman murmured in a low voice, as if she was talking to herself, or as if she was asking the people around her.

But the people around her all had confused and puzzled expressions at this time, and began to slowly figure out the gains and losses.

"It's bad. I just spent all my family's wealth to find a martial arts technique for my eight-year-old son. I wanted to teach him when he was older and could recognize all the words. But now that Tianxia Academy is gone, how can he understand the meaning of the words?"

Another person suddenly thought of something, slapped his thigh, and looked confused and helpless.

His words were like a thunderclap, shaking everyone's mind, and they finally realized what they were going to lose.

"Yes, I originally thought that in two years, when my kid can recognize most of the words, I would send him to a noble family to do odd jobs. Maybe he would be given a book of basic exercises. But now, doesn't that mean he has to do odd jobs for the rest of his life?"

"..."

For a while, most of the Dali Imperial City was talking about it, and an inexplicable atmosphere of panic began to spread. Many people even began to secretly wonder whether they could teach their children to read and write with their own abilities. As a result, after thinking about it, their faces were all dejected.

Some people who were insightful were even more furious because of this. Once all the academies in the world were gone, families like theirs who came from poor backgrounds would lose an important way to bring honor to their family.

Even their status will become lower because of this. After all, even if they get a martial arts book by chance, they cannot read and write, so they can only seek help from others. Therefore, they will have to rely on others for support, and may even bring disaster upon themselves.

At this moment, the tens of thousands of book craftsmen who were bent over in pain in the square outside the palace became the focus of most people's attention. For the first time, they felt the importance of these book craftsmen.

But from today onwards, Tianxia Academy, the school that they had always regarded as a free kindergarten, will completely cease to exist, and along with it, an important way for children from poor families like them to rise to prominence will be lost.

As for the wealthy and powerful families, the impact on them was minimal.

"It seems that everyone agrees. In that case, then..."

At this moment, a voice came from the palace. It was the voice of Jiang Zhenyi, the emperor of Dali. He just said a few words and paused for a moment. This voice made the hearts of the poor children who had awakened tremble. An inexplicable feeling of grief for the death of the rabbit began to shroud their hearts. From now on, I am afraid that there will be no noble sons from poor families in the world. It will be even more difficult for the poor children to turn over...

"Your Majesty, I have something to say."

Almost immediately after the Dali Emperor paused, a voice sounded above the Dali Palace. The voice was neither fast nor slow, but steady and measured.

This voice was like a thunderbolt that suddenly appeared in the sky, instantly dispelling the dark clouds that had been hanging over the heads of the children from poor families.

"Has someone finally stood up?"

"Is this Prince Yi?"

“He still stood up…”

"..."

After a brief buzzing sound, the entire Dali Palace became silent again, and you could hear a pin drop.

Including the book craftsmen who were lying on the ground crying, they all looked excited and expectant. They vaguely understood the meaning of Prince Yi's bow outside the palace gate.

Jiang Yi finally stood up. After he said this, he felt relieved. If he really remained indifferent, he would be unable to sleep or eat well in the future.

You have to stand up for what you should and shouldn't do, whether it is in public or in private.

Personally, Dong Chengyang had taught him, so he should behave himself as a disciple and naturally could not sit idly by and watch him become isolated and helpless.

From a public perspective, academies across the world are the cornerstone of the long-lasting development of human martial arts. If they were really abolished, secular martial arts would probably slowly become the exclusive privilege of the wealthy and powerful families. With short-sightedness and everyone cherishing their own possessions, the road to the development of martial arts would be interrupted.

This is exactly what the secular sect hopes to see. If that really happens, even if Jiang Yi is a monster, he will be powerless to save the situation and can only watch the secular sect take over the secular world.

For the sake of peace in the secular world and the preservation of humanity, Jiang Yi would never allow such a thing to happen.

But many people became anxious because of this, especially Ning Donglai, Jiang Mo and other close people who had been staying by Jiang Yi's side. If they had not been concerned about the place, they would have stepped forward and covered his mouth.

"You've been patient and patient, but why won't you listen..." Ning Donglai sighed secretly. He naturally noticed the trick here. Although he was also a member of the vested interest group, he did not agree to do this.

However, faced with the overwhelming public sentiment of the entire vested interest group, all he could do was remain silent.

"Why are you so restless? Now you have offended everyone, whether you should or shouldn't offend..."

Prince Yi Jiang Mo was also secretly having a headache, especially when he saw many wealthy and noble families glaring at Jiang Yi, he felt extremely bitter in his heart.

It seems that his eldest nephew is much more stubborn than his father, but one has to sigh that he is also much more decisive and ruthless. At least he has done many things that many people want to do but dare not do.

But this will only make enemies for yourself, and you will make enemies on all sides. Your future situation will probably be extremely difficult.

"Interesting. He is indeed a restless person, but he is also very courageous."

Yishan exchanged glances with several other veteran military leaders. While they admired them, they also shook their heads and smiled bitterly. They were truly brave and fearless. Didn’t you see that even your grandfather, who had always been arbitrary and arbitrary, was planning to compromise?
It's really that the power of the vested interest class is too strong, even the Emperor of Dali has to deal with it.

But this Prince Yi still stood up. While he smiled bitterly and sighed, he also felt strange in his heart. The current Dali Dynasty might really need such a person.

As for the Emperor of Dali, Jiang Zhenyi, when he saw that his words were interrupted by someone, and it was Prince Yi who had just "forced the palace" in an alternative way, he did not show any anger at all, and even a hint of smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Does Prince Yi have any objections? Feel free to speak up."

Seeing the hidden smile on the corner of his mouth, everyone had different thoughts, especially Ye Xinmei, whose heart was beating fast and she felt vaguely that today's layout might get out of control again.

After getting the approval, Jiang Yi walked out and went straight to Dong Chengyang. He first bowed to the Emperor of Dali, and then turned around and bowed to Dong Chengyang again:
"Meet sir."

Dong Chengyang, who was already in despair, turned aside and refused to accept the offer. His face was full of bitterness, and he sighed bitterly: "Your Majesty, please don't do this. I can't bear it..."

Jiang Yi stood up and smiled, saying, "Why do you say that, sir?"

"What is Sir? Sir means teacher!"

"Since you are my teacher, why can't I accept this gift?"

Jiang Yi's few words, accompanied by the sound amplification formation, spread throughout the palace. It was not until then that everyone truly understood the meaning of the word "Mr.", and they all had different feelings in their hearts.

In particular, the tens of thousands of calligraphers gathered outside the palace gate, moved by their feelings, all saluted from a distance in the direction of Jiang Yi.

Dong Chengyang's mouth trembled slightly, and he sighed: "Why does your Highness have to do this..."

The implication is why he wanted to wade into this muddy water. He knew Jiang Yi's current situation. If he stood up openly to support Tianxia Academy now, he would probably offend many people and might even be completely isolated.

This was not what he wanted to see. After all, the Prince Yi in front of him was the only nobleman who respected their book craftsmen from the bottom of his heart in all these years. He was full of gratitude and naturally did not want to implicate the other party.

"Sir, do you still remember what you said when we first met?"

Jiang Yi did not comment, but asked softly.

Dong Chengyang would naturally not forget the scene of their first meeting, because that was the first time he had dignity as a bookmaker. But as for what they said, he could not remember clearly.

Dong Chengyang recalled silently, but he had no recollection of it. He was too excited at the time and really couldn't remember what he said.

Jiang Yi stood up straight with a solemn expression and recited: "The sea of ​​learning is like a boat sailing on the mountain of books. Even if the boat capsizes and the mountain collapses, it is my good fortune!"

"Even if the road ahead is full of thorns and muddy waters, I am willing to walk with you, sir!" After saying this, he bowed again.

Dong Chengyang was shocked. He had indeed said this, and it was something he had always held on to in his heart, but today it was about to collapse...

(End of this chapter)