My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 429 Da Chun is actually a prodigy?!

“Pada~”

Zeng Anmin made his move.

“Pada~”

Tiger moves his piece.

Zeng Anmin's fingers, which were holding the white chess piece, paused.

His brows furrowed tightly, and he muttered to himself, "I should use this... um... no, it should be that!"

After speaking for a long time, he hesitated for a long time and did not make a move.

Tiger was extremely bored while waiting. He yawned and looked listlessly at Zeng Anmin:
"Uncle, hurry up."

"Don't rush, I have a brilliant move in mind. If I make it now, it might make you cry."

Zeng Anmin wiped the sweat from his forehead and stared intently at the chessboard.

"But you're almost doomed now."

Tiger stared blankly at the chessboard: "Even if it lands on the edge or corner, it will only delay things by a little bit at most."

Upon hearing this, Zeng Anmin's eyes lit up.

Huh? !

It can even reach the bottom corner?!

How come I didn't think of that?!

"Snapped!"

Zeng Anmin placed his piece on the edge of the corner, and his confidence returned.

"continue!"

"Uh..." Tiger blinked blankly, but looking at Zeng Anmin's confident expression, he felt a little uncertain.

Could it be that my uncle truly harbors secrets within his heart?

Tiger started to lose confidence.

He pondered for a long time, then placed his piece in front of Zeng Anmin with a "thud."

As he placed his piece, he murmured to himself:

"We should be able to win within three steps..."

Zeng Anmin's forehead began to sweat.

The current chess game is causing him great distress.

"Tiger, we have a guest! Stop bothering your uncle! Come on, Mom will take you to the Xuanzhen Division."

Zeng Rongyu's voice rang out from outside the door.

Tiger heard his mother's voice and quickly looked up: "Okay! I'll go out right now!"

After saying that, he looked at Zeng Anmin, who was staring intently at the chessboard.

"that……"

"Quiet!" Zeng Anmin hissed.

"Uh……"

Tiger pouted, looking aggrieved, and had no choice but to stand up and walk towards the door.

"Click~" The door closed, and Tiger came out of the house.

Zeng Anmin turned a deaf ear.

He stared at the chessboard, racking his brains for a solution.

"Should we go this way?"

"No...this isn't right either..."

Zeng Anmin's mind was racing.

"Young Master, Young Master Lou is here. Would you like to see him?"

Da Chun's respectful voice rang out from outside the door.

"Ok?"

Zeng Anmin awoke from his dream and looked up in surprise:

"Brother Lou is here?! I'm coming right now!"

As he spoke, he stood up and walked towards the door.

But as soon as he reached the door, before his hand even touched the doorknob, he stopped abruptly.

He then turned back to the chessboard with a blank expression.

"Wow~"

Disrupt the chessboard.

He walked out the door as if nothing had happened.

……

study.

"Brother Lou."

Zeng Anmin looked at Lou Tong standing in front of him, a smile on his face:

"Please sit down." He then said to Da Chun outside:

"Serve me the best tea!"

Lou Tong waved his hand and looked at Zeng Anmin, saying:

"I've come to report on the situation at the Southern Capital Academy over the past two days. I'll be leaving after that; there are still many matters to attend to in the academy."

"Hey! Official business is official business, but your visit to the Duke's mansion today is a matter of friendship between the Zeng and Lou families." Zeng Anmin chuckled and pressed Lou Tong into a chair.
"If my father finds out that I didn't even serve you tea when you came to the Zeng residence, he'll probably give me a good scolding."

Lou Tong then nodded and sat down.

After sitting down, he didn't waste a moment and immediately began to summarize for Zeng Anmin:
"The Southern Tidu Academy has a total of 500 ti (a unit of measurement), but in reality, the quota is not full."

"I did a thorough count yesterday, and there are actually only 460 people on duty."

"We lost 150 in Xiliu, leaving 310. A few days ago you went to the preparatory school to add 80 more, so now there are 390 people. That means there are still 110 vacancies left."

"Is someone eating empty air?"

Who dares to be so bold?

Zeng Anmin was somewhat puzzled, as the Imperial City Guard was not like the military leaders of the city's defense and border troops.

A legitimate and special institution, directly under the command of the emperor.

"I'm still investigating this." Lou Tong's face was somewhat gloomy: "It's rather unseemly for these people to behave like this under the emperor's nose."

"What else?"

"Hmm... In ten days, the Strategist Conference will be held in Nanshan, north of the capital."

"The cabinet minister Li Zhen has already approved it, but His Majesty has been unwell recently and has not even attended court sessions these past few days. The Crown Prince is now acting as regent."

"Therefore, the Crown Prince should be the one present at the event."

Zeng Anmin raised an eyebrow; it was just as he had expected.

Emperor Jianhong must be busy these days preparing for Ancestor Wang Dong's breakthrough.

"The Crown Prince..."

Zeng Anmin's lips curled slightly, and his voice was extremely intriguing:

"That chubby boy should be very happy to see me."

?

Lou Tong's gaze paused slightly.

He then swallowed hard, gave a dry laugh, and changed the subject:
"This tea tastes pretty good."

Zeng Anmin glanced at him: "They haven't even started yet."

"Hey, how could I not know about Lushan Mingwu!" Lou Tong said with a smile as he looked at Da Chun who was coming in through the door.

Da Chun: "Young Master, I've brewed some famous Xiliu tea. Please enjoy it."

Lou Tong...

Zeng Anmin nodded with a smile: "Put it here."

"Yes!"

"Brother Zeng, if there's nothing else, I'll be taking my leave now." Lou Tong's face was slightly flushed as he looked at Zeng Anmin and said:

"There are still many things to do at the South Tidu Academy."

"I need to register those eighty lads before noon. Hmm... You need to go to the yamen this afternoon to see the newly registered lads."

"it is good."

Zeng Anmin nodded; he knew that.

To put it simply, it's about giving a speech in front of newcomers.

In his previous life, he hated leaders giving speeches, but after transmigrating, as his status and position improved, when it was his turn to go on stage, he felt it was quite nice to say a few words.

"Alright, then I'll take my leave."

Lou Tong got up and walked away.

After seeing Lou Tong off, Zeng Anmin was about to get up and return to his courtyard.

Sensing some tremors in his sea of ​​consciousness, he entered it with a thought.

Then a sentence appeared on the phantom of the Ancestral Dragon Diagram.

[Wild: My allies! I've struck gold!!]

Upon seeing the phrase "wasteful," Zeng Anmin frowned.

Fog plus.

What does he mean?
[He asked: What's wrong?]

[Huang: You'd never guess! I encountered a genius, one in a century, in the capital of the Holy Dynasty!]

[Nan: Oh? What genius?]

The daughter-in-law also asked questions.

After seeing it, Zeng Anmin was also happy to participate and wrote a sentence:
[North: Tell me about it.]

[Wild: You might not understand if I say it directly, but you should know about the Mystic Realm, right?]

[Nan: I've heard about it.]

[Wilderness: A savage and mysterious realm, said to be the embodiment of an ancient savage god, existing only in the lands of my barbarian tribe. Every ten years, one of these realms opens, allowing my barbarian people to enter.]

However, the situation in the mysterious realm is extremely complex; while there are countless opportunities, there are far more dangers.

However, the dangers of the mysterious realm are somewhat unique; they are not caused by external forces, but by the environment itself.

The flow of time in the Mystic Realm is different from ours. What might have been a day for us could have been a year for the Mystic Realm.

[So you can imagine, this secret realm opens only once every ten years. When we re-enter, more than three thousand years have passed, and the environment within has changed drastically.]

[It's impossible to accumulate experience in the secret realm this way, because everything around you changes every time you enter.]

[However, like you humans, we barbarians are very sensitive to the severity of environmental changes. This leads us to overlook many valuable treasures after environmental changes occur, resulting in heavy casualties for our people each time we enter the barbarian's mysterious realm, with relatively meager gains.]

But these days I've discovered a prodigy in the capital!!

It must have been tough for this kid to write so many words in one go.

[Nan: What kind of prodigy?]

[Ara: A prodigy who can keenly perceive things around him that are beneficial to him, no matter how harsh the environment!!]

When I first met him, I didn't notice anything amiss. But after we had drinks together one time, I discovered he had a bunch of strange little objects in his hands! Stones, clods of earth, brick dust… you name it!

Later, I deliberately befriended him and paid attention to his hands. I discovered that sometimes, when he reached for something, it wasn't a conscious decision, but rather his body led him to do so!

Later, I asked my father to confirm, and this person is indeed the "Prophet's Holy Body," a rare find that occurs only once every hundred years when our barbarian tribe enters the Mystic Realm!

The reason he only collected stones and clods of dirt was because he lived in a peaceful environment and had never encountered any harsh conditions.

[But if they enter the Barbarian Mystic Realm with us barbarians, the things they pick up will be different. A random little flower or blade of grass they casually pick up might become a divine herb that can increase one's cultivation by a hundred years after emerging from the realm!!]

?

See these words.

Zeng Anmin's expression turned extremely strange.

Da Chun?
Does one not pick up lost items on the road?

Do you feel regretful if you don't pick up something on the street?
He has this talent??
[Wild: This kind of talent is useless to humans; it might even lead to them being scorned by their own kind.]

But for us, who venture into this rather mystical place every ten years, it's the best guide in the world!

[North: So who is this extraordinary person?]

Zeng Anmin was asking a question he already knew the answer to.

[Huang: I also met this person by chance. Do you remember when I was turned away by Zeng Anmin at the Duke of Qi's mansion with Dao?]

This person was Zeng Anmin's pageboy, named Qi Dachun.

[Nan: So how are you going to ask Zeng Anmin for the person?]

[Man: I'm not asking Zeng Anmin for people; I'm asking Qi Dachun what he thinks. I want to tell Qi Dachun everything truthfully and let him choose for himself.]

[Moreover, after spending this time with Qi Dachun, I genuinely feel that he is someone I can befriend, and I truly consider him a friend. If he is willing to come with me, I will naturally be happy and will teach him our barbarian tribe's cultivation system, taking him with me into the barbarian mystic realm.]

But if he doesn't want to, I won't force him. My dad makes me practice martial arts every day, but I prefer reading.

Is this so...

Zeng Anmin raised his eyebrows slightly.

He could sense the sincerity in Huang's tone, and he could also sense that Huang truly regarded Da Chun as a friend, and did not treat him as a tool.

"Then let's see what Da Chun chooses."

There was a hint of nostalgia in Zeng Anmin's eyes.

Da Chun's martial arts talent is extremely average.

It's been more than three years. I already have the combat strength of a third-rank warrior, while Da Chun is still only an eighth-rank martial artist.

Switching to the barbarian system might not be a bad thing.

After leaving the sea of ​​consciousness space.

Zeng Anmin then went to have lunch, and afterwards rode his little blue horse toward the Imperial City Guard.

He is currently at the third-rank combat strength.

Although I can fly, I can't let others know.

So he still had to travel on horseback, which was quite a hardship.

"Greetings, sir!"

After entering the Imperial City Guard.

Zeng Anmin's gaze lingered on the open space in the courtyard.

At this moment, seventy or eighty teenagers stood straight in the open space.

Some of these teenagers had crisscrossing scars on their faces, some were missing half a hand, and some did not have prosthetic limbs for their lower legs.

In any case, almost everyone had some parts missing.

He looked at the boys expressionlessly and nodded in acknowledgment of their respectful gazes.

"Boss, all eighty eighth-rank martial artists are here."

Lou Tong also stood up from the table, put down his brush, came to Zeng Anmin, and handed him the roster.

At the Zeng residence, Lou Tong could refer to himself as his elder brother.

But in the Imperial City Guard, his family had been in politics for three generations, so he naturally knew how to get along with people.

"Thank you for your hard work, brother."

Zeng Anmin patted Lou Tong on the shoulder with a smile.

"It's all part of my job," Lou Tong nodded with a smile.

"Ah."

Looking at the roster in his hand, Zeng Anmin began to call out names one by one.

Each person was called.

Someone answered loudly, "Here!"
All eighty people were present.

"There's nothing to say. Work hard and you'll get promoted; don't work hard and you'll be in trouble."

Zeng Anmin's calm voice filled the entire room:

“I will not treat you as disabled just because you have physical defects. You can do any of the work that other grapes can do.”

"Understand?"

"Understood!! I swear to follow Zentears to the death!!"

The voices of the eighty-year-old boy were like a roaring wave!
They want to prove more than anyone else that they are no worse than normal people!
"Okay, let's call it a day."

Zeng Anmin waved his hand.

"Yes!!"

It took less than three minutes.

They all then went to the training ground in the compound.

Everyone was training in complete silence.

Now is the time to rest.

Some of the other grapevines were still taking a nap, some were playing cards, and some were chatting.

But these people are tireless from the bottom of their hearts!
Seeing this scene, Zeng Anmin felt a mix of emotions.

"hehe."

He chuckled to himself, knowing he was already caught in the whirlpool of the capital and didn't know what his future held, so how could he have time to feel pity?

“Look at them.”

Zeng Anmin brought Lou Tong with him to the group of young people who were training enthusiastically:

"Why are they still training like this when they should be resting?"

Zeng Anmin casually asked a boy.

"Reporting to Tidu, your subordinate... has endured the most bitter hardships in the world, and does not find martial arts training to be any more difficult."

The boy pondered for a moment, then turned back seriously, revealing a resolute and clear gaze to Zeng Anmin:

"So compared to those brothers who didn't survive under Ya Zi, I'm lucky."

Zeng Anmin laughed and asked, "How lucky?"

"Back then, those traffickers kidnapped us..." The young man's face showed some pain. He didn't want to recall the past, but he dared not be negligent when his superior asked:

There were seven children in total, but the other six have all disappeared without a trace; they must be dead.

“The reason I didn’t die is because I’m not some…Ten Spirits…” The boy pondered for a moment, then looked uncertainly at Zeng Anmin.

The Ten Souls' Days?!

Zeng Anmin's pupils contracted sharply, and he stared at the boy, asking:
"You mean, the kidnapping organization that abducted you back then, wanting the children of the Ten Souls' Days?!"

(End of this chapter)