Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 19 The Four Dimensions of a Country
Under the night sky, the mountain stream is quiet and the moonlight is like water.

In the simple wooden house, Feng Qingyan knelt in front of the oil lamp and read quietly, closing his eyes from time to time to memorize. When it was midnight, he put down the book and went to the kitchen, carrying an iron kettle to the mountain stream to get spring water, and put it on the stove in the hall to boil.

He had some guesses about Jiuge's causing trouble.

It is very likely that Lord An built the academy at the foot of the Burial Mountain without obtaining Jiuge's consent, and he just opened up the mountains and created lakes on its land and started large-scale construction.

So Jiuge was unhappy.

But in this case, Feng Qingyan couldn't help but worry about it. After all, the academy is not a pushover.

The water was boiled in a moment, and Feng Qingyan began to make tea. After the tea was ready, he poured two cups and asked, "Do you know how to drink tea?"

The hall was silent, with only him there.

At this time, he smiled and said: "Jiuge, although I can't see you, I can feel your presence. In fact, when I walked out of the Burial Mountain, I knew that you had been following me in secret, silently protecting me..."

"I stayed in the cabin for a few days, and you stayed outside to guard for a few days."

Feng Qingyan stood up, closed his eyes and felt it, then opened his eyes and looked to the right outside the door, bowed and said: "Here, Qingyan thanks you again."

Jiuge, who was hiding, was startled by Feng Qingyan's salute, and quickly appeared and "knelt" down.

Feng Qingyan saw Jiuge kneeling down again, pursed his lips, not knowing what to say, after a moment of silence, he said: "Jiuge, come, drink tea with me."

Jiuge outside the door moved twice, indicating that he didn't know how to drink tea.

After all, it hadn't transformed yet, so Feng Qingyan didn't force it. He motioned Jiuge to enter the hall and then tasted it himself. He said, "Jiuge, the mountains on the west side of the academy collapsed, the grass and trees turned into forests, and the pavilions collapsed in the past two days. Did you do it?"

Jiuge hesitated for a moment, then moved.

really……

Feng Qingyan frowned and asked, "Jiuge, does Mr. An not know about your existence, or does he know about your existence but did not ask for your consent? Or, are you just here for fun?"

This stumped Jiuge, making it freeze and not knowing how to move.

Feng Qingyan sighed and said, "Jiuge, the power of Confucianism is so great that you can't imagine it. Even if you are the God of Burial Mountain, I'm afraid you are no match for Mr. An. If you continue to make trouble, I'm afraid..."

He was still somewhat worried that the academy would take action against Jiuge, but fortunately Jiuge did not hurt anyone.

"Jiuge, you have to remember one thing. When a person's power reaches a certain level, a god can be destroyed." Feng Qingyan was silent for a while, looking at Jiuge who seemed unwilling, he said softly: "Do you understand what I mean? You are still very young and your power is still small..."

"Of course, there is something wrong with the academy. It was the academy that made the mistake first. However, Mr. An only built the academy at the foot of the burial mountain and did not destroy the Feng Shui dragon vein of the burial mountain. This has no impact on you..."

"For my sake, how about we leave it like this for now?" Feng Qingyan asked.

At this moment, a middle-aged voice came from afar.

"An Xiu, pay homage to the mountain burial god."

As soon as the voice fell, An Xiu had already crossed the night sky and landed in front of the wooden house.

At this time, he bowed slightly to Jiuge in the wooden house, and then smiled and said to Feng Qingyan: "Don't worry, I didn't hear what you said before. The etiquette says: 'Don't pry into others' secrets, don't be intimate with others, don't talk about old friends, and don't flirt with others'."

"Qingyan greets Mr. An."

Feng Qingyan was startled and quickly greeted him.

At this time Jiuge was a little at a loss, looking at An Xiu with nervousness and fear. As for the God of Burial Mountain and the 81 Masters of Confucianism, it was hard to say who had a higher status.

Although the world is ruled by the Holy Way and Confucianism suppresses all supernatural powers, the righteous gods with their own thrones do not fall into the category of supernatural powers.

Some righteous gods are not only recognized by Confucianism, but also worshipped by Confucianism.

For example, Dongjun.

Dongjun was enthroned in the place where everything changes and early spring occurs, that is, the east of the Zhou Dynasty. In ancient times, 72 kings were enthroned here, and it was called Dongshan, which is known as the best mountain in the world. Legend has it that on Dongshan, there are footprints left by the Xia emperor ascending to heaven, the remaining dreams of the Shang emperor when he attained enlightenment, the blood letter of the human king to pacify the world, and fragments of the various philosophers tracing their origins.

The King of Men said: If the East Mountain is safe, all the four seas are safe!
Dongshan is not only the best in the world, but also the best among all mountains. Moreover, it is located in Lu, a country of courtesy and righteousness, and is far away from the Confucian Twenty-Seven Book Mountains.

Dongjun holds a high status, equal to the leader of a religion.

Of course, Jiuge is far inferior to Dongjun. After all, he is just a little mountain god who has just been born.

At this time, Feng Qingyan left the coffee table, came to the door, and said, "Sir, please."

An Xiu nodded and walked into the hall, smiling at Jiuge and said, "Xiu, I have rashly built an academy at the foot of the Burial Mountain without your permission. This is my fault. Please forgive me."

Jiuge quickly took two steps back, after all, he was a big figure in Confucianism.

"You can rest assured that the academy will not destroy the burial mountain, nor will it cut off the feng shui veins of the burial mountain..."

Feng Qingyan stood quietly to one side without saying anything, but he felt relieved in his heart.

Although Zangshan was Jiuge's territory, in the Holy Dao world, where was not the Holy Dao's territory? As one of the 81 Confucian academy masters, An Xiu came in person to admit his fault, which was enough to give Jiuge face.

If it were any other dean or important figure, they might try to suppress it or even kill it outright.

However, the mountain god has become one with the mountain and is not so easy to destroy.

This situation is still very rare.

After all, he is a righteous god, and everyone can live in peace with him, and even complement each other.

"Although you are the god of the mountains, you must know propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame when governing the mountains and rivers. These are the four virtues of a country. If the four virtues are not expanded, the country will perish. This is true for the country and the mountains." Seeing Jiuge didn't say anything, An Xiu said gently, "If you want to study, you can come to the academy."

But Feng Qingyan heard the meaning of warning.

"You haven't transformed yet, so I'm afraid you can't speak yet. But I know a way to allow you to transform in a short period of time."

An Xiu seemed to say whatever he thought of.

At this moment, Jiuge's eyes lit up and he looked at An Xiu with some anticipation.

"Just build a temple in the mountains," said An Xiu.

Jiuge moved and looked at Feng Qingyan. Feng Qingyan understood immediately and said, "Mr. An, Jiuge said that he will not stop the construction of the academy, but the Feng Shui veins of the burial mountain must not be destroyed."

"You can rest assured."

An Zheng said calmly, and then said to Feng Qingyan: "In a few days, the academy will open its doors to accept disciples. Are you ready?"

Feng Qingyan's face was slightly stiff. He was still in the stage of learning to read. How should he prepare?
"To enter the academy, or to open the Wen Palace, or to pass the Nine Virtues Gate, or to be good at the art of the emperor, or to read all the classics..."

An Xiu paused, pondered for a moment and said, "No hurry, take your time."

"Qingyan knows, thank you sir."

Feng Qingyan bowed and thanked him.

An Xiu smiled, nodded to Jiuge, left the cabin and disappeared into the night.

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