The Great Seminary

Chapter 261 Minority Concession

Zhang Gui was misled by Shan Jiaojiao's teachings on the "Golden Pipa Bone Guanyin Extinguishing Desires and Transcending Suffering Sutra," and his mind was filled with erotic thoughts.

They almost completely lost their minds and capsized in a ditch.

But deep down, I could still vaguely recall the words Shan Jiaojiao said when she left.

Now, Zhen Ciyun frankly admits that the one who harmed her was her so-called Grandmaster Sister.

Although the crucial point about the 'Ming Wang Protector' was deliberately or unintentionally omitted, it was enough to dispel most of Zhang Gui's doubts.

"It seems that it's really tough to get by anywhere, and no one can succeed easily."

"Why did they start singing at the end?"

Although it's a farcical and nonsensical piece, the principle is quite simple, easy to understand, and clear.

"This song is so beautiful, you just don't know how to appreciate it," Zhang Gui laughed.
"However, since Shan Jiaojiao is your senior sister, I will let her go for now."

Anyway, "the monk may run away, but the temple can't," and a gentleman's revenge is never too late.

There's no need to be so impatient at this crucial juncture.

"Then I'll help you treat her properly."

But you didn't let her take advantage of you today, did you?

"Of course not!" Zhang Gui's eyes widened, and he said decisively.

"If you say no, then no." Zhen Ciyun smiled gently.
"By the way, when you woke up just now, the 'Words Become Law' technique you used was the same one you used last time in Big Wolf City to help Shi Jing dismember those frivolous people, right?"

Such a secret technique is not an easy supernatural power to obtain, even among the ancient sects of the underground world.

Unless you encounter a strong enemy, you should not use this technique lightly in the future.

Especially in front of disciples from those ancient sects.

"They're probably afraid I'll use a sledgehammer to crack a nut, and that if I use it too much, people will see through my tricks."

Don't worry, this method is how I unlock the secrets...

"You'd better not try to pry up any mysteries in front of those disciples from ancient sects."

My spiritual cultivation aptitude is extremely compatible with the "White-Robed Guanshi Daqian Panni Sutra," and my master personally took me in as a disciple.

He has practiced the secret scriptures for more than ten years without daring to slack off for a single day, yet he still clings to old ways and finds it difficult to overcome obstacles.

But last time I 'saw' you eating edamame, which is quite mysterious.

Why?
Is it because you are an outstanding figure in the 'Shinto' and your inherited bloodline contains hidden secrets?

Gui Gui, anyone in the 'immortal path' who sees someone like you will inevitably ask themselves this question.

Then the more outstanding one is, the more uncomfortable they will feel.

If I weren't so in love with you, I couldn't help but feel this way.

So you really should learn to 'hide your talents rather than show off,' do you understand?"

"I understand the principle of the minority yielding."

Zhang Gui thought for a moment and then thought:

"Alright, enough chit-chat."

I feel great now, let's go out and see the lanterns.

My first visit to Jinling was on the Lantern Festival (January 15th of the lunar calendar), and it would have been a real shame to miss seeing the lanterns.

"Alright, let's set off now."

I know which market had the most exquisite lanterns in previous years.

After we've looked around, let's go to the 'Grand Hall' and have some fun with Shi Jing.

As Zhen Ciyun was speaking, there was a knock on the guest room door.

"Sister, Brother Gui is feeling better."

I brought a basket of tonics, which are most nourishing and invigorating.

"Open the door first."

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Jinlingdu, there was a poor neighborhood called Qiuhefang.

Song San, a worker at Xiaoyaoju, finally finished work and walked listlessly on his way home.

"Third brother, third brother, look how bright the lantern I made is!"

"Oh, Brother Song, you're off work? Are you going to the outer neighborhood to watch the lantern festival later?"

"If you're going, take us with you." "Yes, yes, when Uncle Jiuyang, Brother Peng, and Brother Chaihuo went to see the lanterns in the outer district."

We were playing with the flowers, we missed it.

When the neighborhood children met him, not one of them would fail to greet him.

Some would even make their requests with a smile.

It is clear that Song San is not usually one to get angry easily or to argue unreasonably; on the contrary, he is probably mild-mannered and not very good at refusing others.

"Okay, then."

"Once I get home, I'll wash my face, grab a few meat buns, and then I'll take you to see the lanterns in other markets."

"Third Brother, I want to eat meat buns too! I want to eat them too!"

"Hu Gou'er, which family doesn't have a feast during the Lunar New Year? You still want to beg for food from Third Brother's family at this time. Aren't you ashamed?"

"You brute, I asked my third brother for a meat bun, where did you stand out!"

“Okay, okay.

You mustn't argue during the Lunar New Year, otherwise you'll have bad luck all year.

Quick, spit, spit, spit a few times.

They even have meat buns.

Seeing the mischievous children in the neighborhood arguing and bickering, Song San hurriedly tried to mediate.

This commotion actually improved his mood, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.
"Your Aunt Song's steamed buns and meat buns are absolutely amazing, just wait and see."

As soon as he finished speaking, the children erupted in a commotion.

Song San quickened his pace and walked towards his home.

Before long, the simplest kind of things, made by the residents on both sides of the alley and stuck in the cracks of their doors, were found.

The lanterns, whether straight or square, were brightly colored and emitted a glow.

Song San saw a figure he had been longing for walking towards him.

This left him stunned, unsure of how to react.

As the figure approached, it preemptively asked with concern, "Third brother, are you alright?"

"I, I'm fine, Jiao, Jiao Jiao, I, I'm sorry for what I did to you today."

"You really did something wrong today. What kind of person did you take me for?"

Standing in the dim, yellowish light, Shan Jiaojiao gently bit her lip.

"We are all from poor backgrounds."

You still have a loving and protective mother who is willing to raise you.

I, however, have been alone and destitute since childhood, and have had to earn my own living.

I know that it would certainly not be good for a young lady to show her face in public and do odd jobs for rich men and women.

But what could I do?

"Stop talking, Jiaojiao, it's my fault, it's all my fault!"

There's nothing shameful about earning a living through your own hard work!
I'm just rambling nonsense today, completely out of it.

As you know, I mentioned having a wife before.

They were childhood sweethearts who grew up together, but in the end, she ran off with a rich man's son.

It has left a deep-seated problem in my heart.

I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you today.

I, I, I'm really not a man, not a man, not a man…”

The more he talked, the sadder and more agitated he became. Overwhelmed with guilt, Song San swung his arm and slapped himself hard across the face.

"I won't allow you to hit yourself like that."

Shan Jiaojiao stepped forward, grasped Song San's hand, and gently pressed it against her cheek.
"I don't blame you anymore."

As their skin touched, Song San felt a sudden dizziness, as if all the blood in his body had rushed to his head.

Suddenly, he hugged Shan Jiaojiao tightly.

The shadow on the ground blended into her figure.

(End of this chapter)