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Chapter 242 I Believe It! (Subscribe)
Since Wang Yang was arrested and imprisoned in Tianlao, Mr. San has closed the Kyoto Academy.

The students who used to be full of energy and vigor were now like eggplants hit by frost, sighing from time to time.

Especially when they heard the noise coming from outside the school, these students' eyes almost turned red with envy.

"I don't know when the blockade will be lifted. I want to go home."

"I hope it will be as soon as possible. The grand event is approaching and Kyoto Prefecture is bustling with activity. Wouldn't it be a great pity if students like us were missing?"

"Come on, you just want to join in the fun and go to Moon Viewing Tower to hang out with the courtesans."

"You do not want?"

Inside the huge library, there are many bookshelves filled with neatly arranged bamboo slips and books.

Hundreds of Confucian scholars were sitting scattered among the crowd, some lying or leaning in front of the tables, reading and chatting with a slightly depressed look on their faces.

Outside several rooms deep in the library, a tall stone statue stood at the entrance, completely blocking the rooms behind.

Ever since Wang Yang had an affair with several female Confucian scholars, the rooms here have been sealed off.

That's why the statue of the saint was erected outside the wing.

At this moment, Chen Fan was sitting in front of the statue, ignoring the idle chatter around him, and only focused on the book in his hand.

On the black wooden table in front of him, pens, ink, paper and inkstone were neatly placed, and there were only two lines of words written on the blank paper.

“There is no other spring breeze that can bring life to all things.”

"There is a reason why flowers bloom in the morning and fall in the evening."

Chen Fan was not very talented in Confucianism and could only barely write a few sour words.

These two sentences were what he wrote after he learned that Chen Yuan and Chen Yi had successively become Marquis of Wu.

He is indeed not as good as his two elder brothers, but he can still study hard and slowly accumulate knowledge to achieve success.

The closure of the academy during these days not only did not affect him, but instead made him concentrate more on his studies, and he was not as impetuous as the Confucian scholars around him.

Naturally, no one from the Confucian scholars came to disturb him.

Previously, the three students Wu, Sun and Zheng had provoked him with their words, and not only did Chen Yi angrily punish the elders of their respective families, they were also expelled from the school.

From then on, few Confucian scholars in the academy dared to say anything bad about him.

Other Confucian scholars who had a past relationship with Chen Fan did not deliberately distance themselves from him, but they did not dare to be too close to him.

No one can guarantee that they will not offend him by saying something wrong.

Chen Fan was very clear about this and was willing to live this leisurely life.

He read and studied by himself. When he was tired, he lay down at the desk to rest. When he was hungry, the school's servants would bring him meals.

Occasionally, when he had free time, he would gaze at the statue blocking the front of the wing room - a statue of a saint made of white jade and only as tall as an ordinary person.

Looking at the statue, some images would appear in Chen Fan's mind.

It's not about anything else, but that he can become a saint like the great master after he finishes his studies in the future.

Although this possibility is not high, which teenager doesn't dream?

"Chen Fan, why are you still here?"

Just then, a girl in a milky white scholar's gown came lightly to his desk, pulled over a cushion and sat down cross-legged.

Chen Fan's view of the saint's statue was blocked, but he did not show any displeasure. He looked at the person who came and said with a smile on his face:
"The university is closed, what else can I do besides studying?"

The visitor was named Wang Yanran, her classmate, the daughter of Wang Xidu, Marquis of Taishan, and Wang Yongnian's biological sister.

Because of the relationship between the two Wuhou families, Chen and Wang, they had known each other since childhood and both studied in the Kyoto Academy, so they were familiar with each other.

"There are many things to do," said Wang Yanran, who was about the same age as him. She had a sly look on her pretty face and counted on her fingers.
"You can play chess with me, play the song "Moonlight" with me, ride horses and shoot arrows with me... the six arts of a gentleman, don't you like them all?"

Chen Fan was stunned and looked at her with strange eyes: "I do have some interest, but with you..."

The smile and cunning on Wang Yanran's face disappeared immediately, and she glared at him angrily and said:

"What? After having three marquises in the family, you don't want to play...study with me anymore?"

"No, no, how could it be."

Chen Fan flatly denied it, and after thinking about it, he shook his head and added:

"My father and brother became Wu Hou because they have enough ability. I don't want to be left behind."

Wang Yanran understood, and the anger on her face disappeared. She laughed and pointed at him and said:

"No wonder you've been staying in the library these days. It turns out you want to become a martial marquis, too."

Chen Fan showed a slightly unnatural look on his face, and said awkwardly: "No, is it not possible?"

"Okay," Wang Yanran leaned forward, resting her elbow on the table, supporting her head with her white palm, and said playfully:
"Brother Chen Fan is so hardworking, he will definitely become a martial marquis in the future."

"But if I think about it carefully, what Wu Yong said that day does make sense. Both of your brothers have become Marquis Wu, and the position of Marquis Wu'an will fall to you in the future."

Chen Fan's smile froze, and he said in an unhappy tone: "Even you say that?"

"If I am not capable enough, even if my father and the Chen family agree, I will not accept this arrangement."

Wang Yanran saw his displeasure, reached out her hand to smooth his frowning forehead, and said with a smile:

"It's good to have ambition, but studying doesn't happen in one day. You also need to take some rest."

Chen Fan was still somewhat unhappy, but considering their relationship, he was not angry.

Then he rolled his eyes at the girl, picked up the book in his hand and continued reading.

Seeing this, Wang Yanran pouted and said, "You study hard, just continue to study hard."

"When you become a martial marquis or a saint, I'm afraid you will forget me."

"..."

Chen Fan paused, and could not read the book at all.

He put down the book and asked helplessly, "Didn't you go home? Why did you come back when the school was closed?"

Seeing him speak again, the resentment on Wang Yanran's face instantly disappeared, and she said with a grin:
"I was afraid you would be too lonely, so I came back early."

"I came over and saw that it was just as I thought. They didn't even dare to be with you."

As she spoke, Wang Yanran glanced around angrily. Several Confucian scholars who had been listening to their conversation suddenly smiled awkwardly and buried their heads in their books.

"I don't blame them," Chen Fan smiled and said, "After all, my second brother was too overbearing that day, causing the elders of Wu Yong and others' families to kneel outside the mansion for three days and three nights."

"So?" Wang Yanran pouted and said, "Are they afraid of Brother Chen Yi?"

Chen Fan shook his head and said, "I can't say I'm afraid. I guess the elders in my family specifically told me to do that."

Wang Yanran: "That won't work either!"

"Brother Chen Yi will not stay in the academy forever, and Wu Yong and others did say something they shouldn't have said, so they deserve to be punished."

"What about them?" Wang Yanran stared at the scholars around her and snorted:
"They are distancing themselves from you like this, which makes them feel guilty."

"..."

The Confucian scholars around looked at each other, and one who was familiar with Chen Fan immediately retorted:

"Junior Sister Yanran, we just don't want to cause any more trouble."

"Yes, Lord Yingwuhou is so domineering..."

"It would be better if we offended Chen Fan. After all, it is just a conflict between classmates in the school. We can easily deal with our own affairs."

"But if some unpleasant words reach the ears of Lord Yingwu Hou... who knows if it will affect his family?"

Seeing that they dared to refute, Wang Yanran slammed the table and stood up: "I have already said that Chen Fan is Chen Fan, not Yingwu Hou."

"Besides, since you are so afraid of Brother Chen Yi, shouldn't you try to please him while Chen Fan is still in the academy?"

"..."

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Several Confucian scholars looked at each other and saw the look of realization on each other's faces.

Damn it, he was so worried about provoking Yingwu Marquis Chen Yi that he forgot he could still please him...

"Okay everyone, Yanran was just joking."

Chen Fan waved his hands helplessly and said, "We are all studying in Kyoto Academy, so we should focus on studying and stop talking about flattery."

Wang Yanran knew that her words had worked. She glanced at the scholars around her and continued to laugh:
"Chen Fan, let's ignore these cowardly bandits."

"Don't pay attention to Yanran's words, she was just joking..."

Seeing that several familiar Confucian scholars were ready to make a move, Chen Fan put down the book in his hand, then took out a scroll from the storage magic tool he carried with him and started reading.

Wang Yanran rolled her eyes and asked, "Chen Fan, what book are you reading?"

"The latest issue of the Tianjiao List."

Chen Fan raised the scroll in his hand, revealing its silver cover. On it were indeed three large characters - The List of Prodigies.

"Let me see if Wang Yang has been removed from the Earth List?"

"not yet."

Chen Fan replied, then handed her the "Tianjiao List" honestly and said:

"But the rankings behind have changed a lot. In addition to Senior Brother Wang Yang, Senior Brother Dong An and Senior Brother Jiang Ye are also on the list."

"But they have now fallen out of the top ten..."

What Chen Fan said is correct.

Even though the current "Tianjiao List" still puts Wang Yang first, the subsequent ranking changes are very large.

The second one now is Liu Lang, the descendant of the Sword Saint. Not only has his cultivation reached the second-grade Divine Wandering Realm, but his sword skills have also broken through to the Great Accomplishment Realm and reached the Enlightenment Realm.

After arriving in Kyoto Prefecture, Liu Lang has been staying in the "Sword Cultivation Holy Land" outside the prefecture.

Under the pressure of Chen Yi's murderous sword intent, his own sword intent was also growing at an extremely fast speed, much faster than when he was practicing hard in the mountains.

The third one is Lou Wushan who turned into Wuliang Mountain, and his skills in Fantiandao have reached the Tongming realm.

According to what is written in the "List of Prodigies", he made a breakthrough only after receiving secret teachings from several masters of Wuliang Mountain.

The fourth is Lin Xueru from Taixu Taoist Sect. Her cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, and she has even reached the level of divine wandering.

Of the Eight Techniques of Taixu that she practiced, three of them have now broken through to the Tongming realm. After being combined several times, their power is probably no less than that of Lou Wushan.

When the Confucian scholars in the library were reading "The List of Prodigies", a few of them noticed that the third Mr. Yang Huan walked in silently.

"Hello sir."

"Just concentrate on reading. What else can I ask?"

Yang Huan's face turned stern, and the scholar was so scared that he lowered his head.

Seeing this, he walked towards Chen Fan.

"Mr. Three."

As if he noticed the quietness around him, Chen Fan looked back and quickly pulled Wang Yanran up to salute.

Mr. San glanced at the "Tianjiao List" in their hands and said with a smile:

"It would be good to see how elegant the genius of our Wei Dynasty is. This way you can also know where the gap is."

Wang Yanran showed a bit of pride on her face and said, "Sir, we are just taking a look."

What gap are they looking for? Even if they don’t read the “Tianjiao List”, they are aware of the gap between themselves and the Tianjiao.

Not to mention the "Little Sword Immortal" Chen Yi who has become Marquis Yingwu, even Senior Brother Wang Yang who was thrown into the Heavenly Prison is no match for them.

Chen Fan smiled awkwardly and nodded.

In his heart, he had some understanding of several gentlemen in the institution.

The great master rarely appeared in public, and only appeared once a year at the school's Dharma Assembly to lecture them on Confucian classics.

The second master is even more elusive and there has been no news for more than ten years.

If there hadn't been rumors in the school that the second teacher was away from home, he would have thought that he had died.

Although the three gentlemen in front of them would travel outside, they would always stay in the academy for several months a year to teach them Confucian techniques.

But because of this, in the minds of Chen Fan and many other Confucian scholars, Mr. Three is much stricter than the other gentlemen.

"Sir, are you here to see me?"

Seeing that Mr. San was still standing there, Chen Fan looked up at him and asked with a little awkwardness.

Mr. San nodded and said with a smile, "Dong'an came to me earlier and told me to stay in the academy for a while. I was worried that you would slack off."

"Now..." He pointed at the book on Chen Fan's desk and said, "Now I feel relieved."

Chen Fan felt relieved, bowed and said, "Student dare not slack off."

Mr. San waved his hand to signal them to sit down, and continued:

"I guess you already know that Dong An and Jiang Ye dropped out of the academy."

"I've thought about it and it's better to let them come back to the academy as the grand event is approaching. If it's convenient for Chen Fan, how about you go to the Zuo Xiang Mansion to persuade them on behalf of the academy?"

Chen Fan paused, a hint of joy appeared on his face: "Please rest assured, sir. I also hope that Senior Brother Dong'an and Senior Brother Jiang Ye can come back."

Wang Yanran glanced at him and asked with a smile, "Sir, can I go with you?"

"You?" Mr. San looked at her with a half-smile: "Yanran, you have been a little slack in your studies recently."

Wang Yanran blushed, but she said openly: "My brother came back from Taixu Dao Sect, and I have been pestering him these days... to accompany him."

"Taixu Dao Sect?"

Mr. San showed some surprise on his face. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said:
"Are you talking about Wang Yongnian? A fellow disciple of the current Yingwu Marquis Chen Yi?"

"Then you can go with Chen Fan, but don't cause any trouble. I also want Dong An and Jiang Ye to be able to participate in the event under the name of the school after they come back."

When the Confucian scholars around heard that they could leave the academy, they immediately came over and begged to go to the Left Prime Minister's Mansion with them to persuade Xie Dong'an.

"you?"

"I will definitely try my best to persuade the two brothers."

Seeing that they agreed, Mr. San smiled and encouraged them, then sent them out of the library together.

Chen Fan immediately asked Wang Yanran to tidy up the books on the table and put them back on the bookshelf.

The same is true for other Confucian scholars.

For the Confucian scholars at Kyoto Academy, protecting the cleanliness of the library and the location of the books was as ingrained in their bones as eating and sleeping.

"Sir, I'm leaving now."

After doing all this, Chen Fan and others bowed to Mr. San and turned to walk out of the library.

Only after they had walked quite a distance did Wang Yanran suppress her voice and complain, "The master's words are still effective. I asked you to go out and play... and learn the Six Arts, but you didn't even go."

"It's different. Senior Brother Dong'an and Senior Brother Jiang Ye did nothing wrong, but they were blamed by other classmates. We naturally have to invite them back to the academy."

"That's right. If it was Brother Chen Yi who came, those people probably wouldn't even be able to say a word..."

Wait until more than ten Confucian scholars leave.

Mr. San was the only one left outside the statue of the saint.

He looked at the Confucian scholars hidden by the bookshelves, straightened his gown, and walked straight past the statue of the saint to a room inside.

The moment the door closed, his expression suddenly turned grim.

Mr. San looked at the plain white walls in the room and waved his hand to release a ray of majestic energy to conceal the atmosphere inside.

Then he took out a jade ring and put it on his hand, saying coldly:

"Didn't I tell you that you must not send a voice message unless it is necessary?"

"Of course it is necessary," a voice came from the jade ring:

"'Lao Mouzi', you are too cautious. Are you afraid of being discovered by Lin Zhongke?"

Mr. San's eyes turned cold, and he sat cross-legged in a corner of the room and said indifferently:
"Just now when you were transmitting your voice with the secret method, Li Qingzhou happened to come again, and Lin Zhongke was also there."

"Isn't this a good thing?" The voice said playfully, "With Li Qingzhou here, Lin Zhongke won't notice you."

"No nonsense!"

"Okay, okay... I'm here to inform you that the time has been moved up. The 'General' wants to see us tonight."

Mr. San frowned slightly, and asked in a serious tone, "Why advance?"

"In the early morning, Tu Xing monk came to me and told me that because of the changes in Kyoto Prefecture, 'Lu Xiaofeng' suddenly appeared, which made the 'General' very concerned. He also said that your divination was not accurate..."

"Not allowed?" Mr. San snorted, "Maybe he's worried that someone might interfere with his plan."

The voice continued, "It's a good thing after all."

"The sooner we start, the sooner we can finish. I have waited for forty years. It is time for me to go to Mount Taizhou to meet you all."

Mr. San frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and nodded: "That's good."

"You have indeed stayed in Tianyuan Continent for too long. If you don't go back to meet everyone, I'm afraid that you will drop from the rank of 'lieutenant' to the rank of 'officer' at the next Dharma Assembly."

"That's right... I just came here to inform you that it's midnight tonight, don't miss the time."

As soon as the words fell, the owner of the voice withdrew from his mind.

When everything calmed down, Mr. San was still frowning, obviously a little confused by this sudden change.

"tonight……"

Mr. San thought for a moment and made a decision immediately.

Then he rushed all the way back from the library to the school building and went straight to the tea room on the top floor.

When he arrived at the door, Mr. San heard the great master and Li Qingzhou talking and laughing inside, as if they were discussing the selection of Tianyuan Continent after the Wei Dynasty event.

After listening for a while, he pushed the door and walked in, still with his usual bright smile on his face.

"Mr. Da, Brother Qingzhou, what are you talking about? You look so happy?"

Li Qingzhou paused, glanced at the master and said, "I just talked to the master about the subsequent duel on Tianyuan Continent."

Mr. Da looked at Mr. San naturally and said with a smile:

"Although this is to decide who will fight with the demon court, it is still a rare opportunity for the inheritance of the various sects in Tianyuan Continent."

Mr. San sat aside and asked in surprise, "What do you mean?"

The Master explained: "In the past, whether it was the Wei Dynasty, the Southern Barbarians, the Western Continent, or the Eastern Continent, only a few people could travel there and see the martial arts of other places."

"Now that we have this selection, even if it's not for the gambling fight, it can also help the disciples of various sects gain some knowledge."

"I just discussed with Taoist Qingzhou that if possible, the subsequent selection area should be as spacious as possible to facilitate others to watch the battle."

Li Qingzhou also looked at Mr. San and nodded with a smile: "It would be a pity if we don't do this."

"I'm afraid it's a pity that Brother Qingzhou can't let more people see the elegance of your disciple, right?" Mr. San joked, and then he also thought:
"Maybe it won't be that troublesome."

"Oh? Brother Yang, do you have a better way?"

"It's not good or bad, I just remembered that when our Wei Dynasty was founded, there was a magical artifact left behind."

The master and Li Qingzhou looked at each other and asked thoughtfully: "Xuantian Mirror?"

Mr. San nodded and said with a smile: "The power of the Xuantian Mirror is enough to transmit images to all directions, but the consumption required to use it is too great..."

Before he could finish, the great gentleman clapped his hands and praised: "Good idea!"

"It's a good idea indeed," Li Qingzhou agreed, adding, "As for the consumption, there should be a way to solve it."

"Yes, if the Wei Dynasty and other countries provide some of the expenses, it should be able to solve the problem."

The first master thought for a while, then his calm eyes fell on the third master and said:

"This can be regarded as a far-reaching good deed for Tianyuan Continent, and it is worth celebrating."

celebrate?

Mr. San reacted and was about to refuse when he heard Li Qingzhou say, "It should be so. I have wine and meat here, so I will borrow your precious land for a while."

After saying that, Li Qingzhou waved his hand and took out all the food and drink expenses.

"Brother Yang, this bottle of Immortal Drunken Wine is my treasured possession. I'm sure you haven't had it for a while."

"Yes, but I..."

Before he could finish, Mr. Big smiled:
"Come, come, come, I also like the Immortal Drunken Wine on Mount Taizhou very much, so I won't leave until I'm drunk."

Mr. San quickly declined, "I don't need it. I just remembered that I have other things to do."

"Hmm?" The master looked at him with a smile: "The academy is closed, what do you want?"

"I asked Chen Fan and the others to go and persuade Xie Dongan and Jiang Ye. I was still a little worried and wanted to go and take a look."

The Master waved his hand and said, "I believe Chen Fan can persuade them to come back. Even if he can't, let's treat it as a test for them."

After saying this, he waved his hand and dropped three wine cups, and then poured more wine.

Mr. San's heart sank. He looked at Li Qingzhou who was looking at him inquiringly and nodded.

"Well, then I will respectfully obey your command."

If he proposed to leave the academy at this moment, it would probably attract the attention of the great teacher.

"It should be so."

"Yang Huan, tell me more about what happened on Mount Taizhou."

"Yes……"

As they spoke, the three of them drank the first glass of wine together.

Seeing Mr. San's unnatural expression, Li Qingzhou exchanged a glance with Mr. Da secretly.

"Qingzhou, although I don't believe he can be the Eagle, I still think it's worth a try."

"Sir, I believe Yi'er would not do anything without a purpose. Let's just follow his wishes and keep Yang Huan for two days."

"Marquis Yingwu...I believe it!"

Mr. San was unaware of the secret communication between the two people beside him. He was drinking while thinking about how to escape.

The "General" has summoned him tonight. If he can't get away...

No!

I must find a way to leave the school!

(End of this chapter)