From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 117 I am not a Confucian scholar

The wind was chasing and the rain was chasing, the mountain road was slippery and the air was chilly like the cry of a ghost.

Meng Yuan considers himself an honest man and a well-behaved person.

When he was in Muzhuang, he was made difficult by Li Zhuangtou and was assigned a lot of hard work, but Meng Yuan never complained. It was not until his path to advancement was cut off that Meng Yuan overturned the table.

After arriving at the palace, Meng Yuan was even more humble and studious, and practiced diligently, which is how he was helped by Xun Mei and Master Nie.

After entering the garrison, although Meng Yuan knew that everyone had their own factions, he did not intend to cause trouble, but just worked diligently.

Even Meng Yuan had already anticipated that, once he entered the garrison, although he had the protection of his superiors, there were still superiors above his superiors, so he might be neglected, excluded, or even sit on the bench.

Meng Yuan was prepared in his heart, so he didn't think it was a big deal. He was just collecting a salary for nothing, so it would be nice for him to concentrate on practicing martial arts at home.

As long as your martial arts realm is raised, all the clouds will disperse.

The suppression in the officialdom was just a temporary ups and downs. But now someone still felt that it was not enough and sent someone to follow him, even intending to harm his family.

It would actually be best to report this matter directly. After all, I am innocent and it was Yao Jiamu who was in the wrong first.

But isn't this learning martial arts and being able to wield a knife? Since the other party has crossed the line, Meng Yuan wants to do it cleanly.

It had been a long time since I last killed someone, and Meng Yuan felt a little eager.

It was raining heavily, and Meng Yuan walked forward step by step, knife in hand.

Yao Ziqing was stunned and became more and more frightened. He was very sure that the other party had locked onto his aura.

If you want to escape, it may not be easy.

Seeing the other party getting closer and closer, Yao Ziqing took two steps back and slipped to the ground. He looked at the tip of the knife pointing downwards, and the rain was sliding down the tip of the knife like surging blood.

Yao Ziqing once inquired about the origins of this Meng Xiaoqi and learned that he was born a gelder and later entered the palace to learn his craft. With his good looks, figure and sweet mouth, he seduced Nie Yannian's only daughter.

Because of this, he was promoted by Nie Yannian. And his talent was indeed extraordinary, and he became powerful from then on.

As for more information, it is not easy to find out. There are many rules in Prince Xin's mansion, and information is not allowed to be leaked outside.

While in the garrison, Meng Xiaoqi was also very amiable, always smiling, and never showing off his authority or being disrespectful.

Yao Ziqing quickly assessed the enemy's strength, but remembered that the other party had reached the seventh level and had once used Floating Light Cave Heaven to kill a sixth-level white ape. Although the white ape was seriously injured at that time, its strength was still far superior to his own.

"Uncle Meng! Meng Xiaoqi! Meng Shuangjue!" Yao Ziqing threw away the knife, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, splashing rain water.

"That's enough." Meng Yuan frowned and said in a bad tone, "You are a captain of the Demon Suppression Division, and a close relative of Captain Yao. How can this be allowed?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Yao Ziqing quickly stopped, wiped the rain off his face, showed a flattering face, forced a smile, and asked tremblingly: "You won't kill me, will you?"

Meng Yuan sheathed his sword and said, "You are Captain Yao's nephew. I will send you to see him and ask him why he sent people to follow me."

Yao Ziqing felt relieved when Meng Yuan put away the knife and said he would send him back. He said quickly, "Yes! That's how it should be! We are colleagues, and my uncle is not doing things right!"

As he spoke, he actually stood up.

"I have some grudges with Captain Yao. It would be fine if he sent someone to follow me, but why did he also follow my friend?" Meng Yuan asked.

"It was Mr. Yue Qingtian who came up with the idea." Yao Ziqing wiped the rain off his face, a little afraid to say it.

Mr. Yue Qingtian came from Qianhu Suo with Li Jinyun. He practices Confucianism and Taoism, and is at the seventh level.

Meng Yuan hadn't even said a word to him, and he didn't know how he had offended him.

"Where are Captain Yao and Mr. Yue?" Meng Yuan asked.

"It's just to the west of Qingshui Town, but Mr. Yue is in Yan's house, the same family where we arrested Luo's mother last time!" Yao Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

“Why do you live in Yan’s…” Meng Yuan understood before he finished speaking.

"Mr. Yue has sympathy for the widowed." Yao Ziqing smiled obscenely, "I think that Yan Shi is really pitiful. If Meng Xiaoqi is interested, I can help arrange it."

"Who else is here? Where is Captain Li?" Meng Yuan was not afraid of Yao Jiamu, nor was he afraid of the mere Confucian scholar Yue Qingtian. He was only worried about Captain Li, a sixth-rank warrior.

"The thousand households are in the city." Yao Ziqing said.

This kind of words cannot be fully believed. Meng Yuan needs to go and take a look.

"Let's go, let's confront him first!" Meng Yuan stopped the other party from speaking.

"Let's go!" Yao Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief and said solemnly, "But Mr. Yue really has no ill intentions!"

"Oh? So what did Mr. Yue say?" Meng Yuan asked with a smile.

"Actually, this is also a good thing for Meng Xiaoqi!" Yao Ziqing said with a smile, "Mr. Yue said that as long as we catch the thin-waisted slave this time, my uncle will have a full-time job. When Captain Zhang retires, my uncle will need someone else. You've been idle for so long, you must be unwilling to accept it. When the time comes, you will definitely be willing to be recruited."

Seeing that Meng Yuan remained calm, Yao Ziqing continued, "Mr. Yue said that it would be best to catch you. It is better to use force than to use force. My uncle is very happy about it, and he is willing to let you follow him!"

Meng Yuan immediately drew his sword and cut off Yao Ziqing's left arm.

"Yao Jiamu worked with Captain Zhang. How could he not know the personalities of Gong Zihua and Zhang Lingfeng? Based on this, Captain Zhang treated me like his own nephew. How could I defect to someone else?" Meng Yuan turned the hilt of the knife, and the rain washed away the blood on the blade. "Captain Zhang once told me that Yao Jiamu was intolerant. Therefore, Yao Jiamu would only think of ways to get rid of me and would never recruit me!"

Meng Yuan put the tip of the knife against Yao Ziqing's throat and asked, "Are you trying to be tricky with me?"

Yao Ziqing didn't expect that this person was smiling just now, but he attacked in the blink of an eye, and his attack was ruthless, leaving no chance for the person to turn back.

And he was so perceptive that he even realized that he was deliberately saying something innocuous!
Yao Ziqing covered his broken arm, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, saying: "My uncle asked me to keep an eye on you and find out where you went. Mr. Yue said...he said he would get rid of you first and then take the thin waist slave."

"Are you still holding a grudge because of what happened on the boat that day?" Meng Yuan straightened his bamboo hat and said with a smile, "Mr. Yue is a Confucian scholar who came from above, so why did you help Yao Jiamu so much?"

"He has a nephew who will be arranged to work in the garrison. He has good qualifications and is said to be able to reach the seventh rank in two years. He also... wants to be the general flag." Yao Ziqing said.

"It turns out that I was blocking the way. No wonder I could chat with Yao Jiamu." Meng Yuan shook his head.

Yao Ziqing knelt on the ground, covering his wound with one hand. He looked up and begged, "You...you will let me go, right?"

Meng Yuan raised his knife and chopped down.

The rain in the mountains washed out blood, Meng Yuan stretched out his hand, and a ball of fire enveloped Yao Ziqing's body, not afraid of the rain. Soon, there was no trace of Yao Ziqing, and Meng Yuan took back the fire.

"You dare to follow me as a ninth-rank warrior? You are no less resentful than Yao Jiamu!"

This person is not very helpful to the spirit fire. But Meng Yuan knows that if it were Yao Jiamu and Yue Qingtian, the spirit fire would be perfect again.

After washing the knife, Meng Yuan went down the mountain.

When we arrived at the old place, we saw Xiangling standing on a rock, holding up a lotus leaf to keep out the rain, standing on tiptoe to look in the direction of the pasture, muttering something.

She did not seek shelter from the rain under a tree, which shows that she is indeed smart and capable.

"Ah! Why did you come down from the mountain?" Xiangling spotted Meng Yuan and jumped for joy. "Your hat is so pretty! I'll make one for you later!"

Meng Yuan walked up to her and saw that her bag was bulging, so he asked, "What's in it?"

"Sister-in-law Zhu's hair!" Xiangling was very proud. "Your wife cooks eggs for me every day, so I'll make her a better brush!"

After saying that, she added, "Forget about Third Grandma, she's evil!"

Meng Yuan smiled and said, "You go to the family school for a while. I have something to do in Muzhuang."

Xiangling didn't have any ulterior motives. She adjusted the flower on her head and said, "I just want to go and see those bumpkins!"

As the two talked, Xiangling talked about Ying Rushi's evil deeds for a long time before they came to the outside of the farm.

Meng Yuan watched her climb up to the beam of the family school very swiftly, and then he went to Qingshui Town.

The sky was grey and the rain was drizzling, having long washed away last year's drought.

He didn't go to the pasture to get his horse, and Meng Yuan didn't take the main road.

The road was muddy and there were no pedestrians. Feixu Technique was used to its full potential, and in less than half an hour, Qingshui Town was in sight.

The rain is vast, with the croaking of frogs and the chirping of cicadas.

Meng Yuan straightened his cloak and raincoat, tore a piece of cloth to cover his face, and then circulated the jade liquid throughout his body, and the wet clothes quickly dried.

After walking around Yan's house twice and seeing nothing unusual, Meng Yuan climbed over the wall and entered from the backyard.

The jade liquid circulates, the mind becomes clear, and the ears and eyes become sharper.

Amid the sound of layers of raindrops, Meng Yuan heard a faint human voice.

This is the innermost courtyard. There are only two people guarding outside, and they are gambling under the corridor.

Meng Yuan had some impression that they were two unemployed servants of the garrison.

The sky was as gloomy as if it was night. Meng Yuan descended lightly, killing one person with his sword, silently.

The fire of essence spreads out and burns to ashes.

Then he entered the yard, Meng Yuan held the knife and stood outside the window.

There were subtle sounds of lewdness inside, and Yue Qingtian's voice was much louder, "The sage said: A gentleman is respectful and does not make mistakes, and is courteous and polite to others. All people in the four seas..."

The jade liquid surged and immediately poured onto the long sword. Meng Yuan broke into the room and locked onto the aura immediately.

Yue Qingtian was wearing a scholar's robe, while Madam Yan was wearing mourning clothes. However, the mourning clothes were a little short, and the room was messy, which clearly showed that she was doing something amorous.

When Yue Qingtian was still at a loss, he saw the sword force approaching him, "A gentleman should correct himself..."

Before the Confucian magic could be activated, he felt a sharp pain.

Meng Yuan cut off all the strength with one knife, then turned the blade again and cut off Yue Qingtian's limbs, and cut another knife on his belly, turning him into a human pig.

Seeing that Yue Qingtian was about to cry out in pain, Meng Yuan stepped on his neck and stifled his cry of pain.

Then Meng Yuan swung the blade lightly and hit Madam Yan on the back of the neck, knocking her unconscious.

"You..." Yue Qingtian fell to the ground, looking at the intestines running out of his stomach. He wanted to reach out to grab them, but he had no hands. "You are Meng Yuan!"

Yue Qingtian's eyes were filled with fear. He had never expected that this person would dare to come to his door and use a killing move from the first move, leaving him no chance to maneuver.

"You can't kill me! You can't kill me!" Yue Qingtian just repeated.

"I just heard you reciting the words of saints. But there is too much knowledge in Confucianism. May I ask what Confucianism is all about? Is it about humiliating widows? Or assassinating colleagues?" Meng Yuan raised his foot slightly to give the other party a chance to catch his breath.

"Benevolence! It's benevolence!" Yue Qingtian's mind raced, "I have studied it for half my life, and in fact, Confucianism only talks about one word! It is benevolence!"

"What is benevolence?" Meng Yuan asked, holding a knife.

“The word ‘Ren’ refers to two people: yourself and others, and then yourself and more people, and even everyone in the world.” Seeing that the other party stopped the knife, Yue Qingtian hurriedly delayed.

"Mr. Yue, have you figured it out?" Meng Yuan asked again.

"I have only understood the relationship between myself and others, that is, the relationship between you and me. You help me, I help you, and we can get along well and get promoted and make a fortune together!" Yue Qingtian gasped, and his limbs couldn't stop bleeding. He endured the pain and said, "I have found the trace of the thin-waisted slave. Brother Meng, as long as you work together with me, the credit will be easy. Then we will get promoted and make a fortune together!"

"I don't think what Mr. Yue said is right." Meng Yuan held the knife all the time. "The saint said, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. These eight words start with oneself and end with others. I think they fully express the meaning of benevolence. So you want to kill me, but I can't kill you?"

Yue Qingtian was stunned for a moment, and said, "It was Yao Jiamu who wanted to get rid of you, I was just helping out with some ideas."

"Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. I just moved the knife."

"You can't kill me!" Yue Qingtian trembled all over, "I know the whereabouts of the thin-waisted slave! I really know!"

"Then tell me now." Meng Yuan said.

"No. If you kill me, the clue will be gone. You have to consider the people. You can't just be kind to others without being kind to others. The saints not only say don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you, but also say that people with lofty ideals and benevolence will not seek to live at the expense of benevolence, but will sacrifice their lives to achieve benevolence..."

Yue Qingtian was still talking when Meng Yuan swung his knife and chopped him up, "I'm not a Confucian scholar."

(End of this chapter)