Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 173 Where is my vulgar taste?
My senior brother isn't here, so don't blame me; it's all for the sake of cultivation.

This is called balancing career and life.

Preparations before descending the mountain are still necessary. The equipment for self-defense must be meticulously prepared, as details determine success or failure.

For example, the Gan Jiang and Mo Xie twin swords are a big problem. Their design is too gorgeous and eye-catching. As soon as they are taken out, they are dazzling and their demonic and violent aura is frightening.

As a result, many tactics that require discretion can no longer be used, while drawing a sword and kicking are more deceptive.

This sword is inconvenient to carry around, and if it is not suppressed in daily life, it will affect the mind of ordinary people. In an instant, they will be trapped by the sword and become its slaves.

The overwhelming hatred within would drive the sword master to constantly contemplate regicide and rebellion; he wouldn't be able to rest until he had killed two rulers.

Xu Xuan gripped the sword, feeling the urging force emanating from it, and was speechless. What had you all experienced in your lives?

How about I just kill a couple of King-level players to make you happy?
Place it in the sword case and then into the jade pot; this sword should not be used lightly.

She then took out the Paper Butterfly 2.0 and nodded in satisfaction. Miss Bai is such a thoughtful girl.

Next came the bottles and jars, as well as various scriptures, each of which was carefully examined.

This is the self-awareness of someone burdened by karma, ready to face any battle.

Only then did the criteria for descending the mountain be met.

Just as he was preparing, some people had already driven their carriages like wild dogs, speeding off at breakneck speed along the mountain road.

Ji's maniacal laughter echoed through the mountains as he charged down the mountain and into the Ji family's residence.

Then, to his father's astonishment, he went to wash and change, the blue robe pricking his skin.

After a moment's thought, Ji's father went to the front hall and began to chat with his son's two classmates.

“My son is not doing well at the academy.”

"Uncle, why do you say that?"

"I noticed he had dark skin, thick arms, and calluses on his fingers; he had been punished."

It's no wonder people have this thought; Young Master Ji's appearance when he first returned home was indeed unprecedented.

The old father wasn't angry, but rather puzzled.

It has a sense that someone has finally discovered his incompetent nature, or that he has only been punished now.

Zao decided to save face for her friend.

With a clearer understanding, Bi Xue Dan Xin began to speak with great composure.

"Uncle has misunderstood; it's not a punishment."

One of the teaching methods of Master Xu at the academy was that any student he favored would be qualified to have their name engraved at the academy.

The Xie family of Dongshan, the Qian family of Yuhang, and so on, currently number no more than six including my brother Ji.

Ji's father was overjoyed to hear this.

That makes sense. Anyone who can leave a mark at Chongqi Academy must be extraordinary. Could it be that this youngest son really has a talent for studying?

When the other party came out dressed in a gorgeous outfit adorned with jewels, they did indeed exude a certain air of culture.

"Son, you're doing well."

Ji Rui: ?
“I heard from your classmate that you have gained a lot from the academy. I wonder what exactly you have gained?”

Ji Rui was struck dumb, and he uttered a sentence, each word sharp and forceful, as if carved by a knife and axe.

A scholar cannot lack ambition and perseverance, for his burden is heavy and his journey is long. To take benevolence as one's own responsibility, is that not a heavy burden? To strive until death, is that not a long journey?

"What a wise man! A scholar must be resolute and persevering!"

Master Mao had just come out of seclusion to relax and was greatly impressed upon hearing this.

Although Ji's words made sense, they were not enough to make the Taoist priest lose his composure.

"You don't understand. The sincerity and profound understanding contained in Young Master Ji's words just now are not like reciting a book, but more like writing a book."

He already possesses some of the refined qualities of the truly learned people I've met.

Master Mao was a proud man and not one to lie.

It seemed his son had truly mastered great skills, so he immediately decided to donate some money and goods to the academy. He also wanted to send some extra nice things to Instructor Xu. In Ji's father's view, the price paid to enlighten such a dull person must have been very high.

Ji Rui couldn't care less about any of that now. Once outside, the mountains and rivers were vast, and after changing into his magnificent clothes, he was once again the carefree and romantic young master Ji.

"Let's go, let's go, staying at home is so boring."

As soon as it got dark, the genius dragged the three of them straight to the pleasure boat, acting utterly lawless.

Ji's father complained, his beard bristling and eyes wide.

"Who do you think this child takes after?"

Then I booked another pleasure boat tonight to discuss business.

As soon as the trio's carriage stopped at the shore, someone came to greet them.

"Oh dear, Young Master Ji, it's been so long! What about the deposit you gave me last time?"

"What deposit? Oh, consider it a reward."

The planning of the Shangyuan Literary Gathering was a brilliant idea, but unfortunately, the incident with Guo Bei was too stimulating, and during his time as a sage, he only had literary thoughts and no entertainment.

As for the deposit, it's naturally not going to be returned.

The madam was naturally overjoyed, showering the young master with praise, and of course, she didn't spare the two classmates either.

Phrases like "a dragon among men" and "extraordinarily handsome" are thrown at people without restraint.

Indeed, these two people have an extraordinary air about them, which is completely different from those self-proclaimed scholars.

One of them, in particular, had a consistently rosy complexion; he was truly full of yang energy.

They headed straight to the top floor, the Bright Moon Pavilion, and after taking their seats, each of the three ordered a bowl of rice.

The kitchen staff were a bit confused, wondering why someone else was eating here.
After the meal was served, the three of them looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

"The food here is really good."

The cricket-playing teacher behind the scenes is a kind of small hobby among classmates.

Then the main event began.

Several well-dressed workers came up.

Li Jiao'er, the disguised demon, was hiding among them, striking a pose.

The other two scholars didn't even glance at him, but Young Master Ji simply waved his hand after a few glances.

"Too ugly, next batch."

The painted-skin ghost was dumbfounded. What was going on? Could he really refuse someone just because he looked ugly?

Even after striking a few more provocative poses, it was still too much to bear.

The madam was a little annoyed. Although Li Jiao'er was so dissolute that even she couldn't stand it, she was indeed a money tree.

If we can manage to shake this big tree of Young Master Ji well, wouldn't we be able to earn even more money by scattering it?

They then replaced them with another batch, and still managed to squeeze Li Jiao'er in, along with the courtesan Mingyue.

And so, he managed to stay.

However, Young Master Ji is not the same as before. His hands can no longer hold these warm and soft beauties, and it is strange that the calluses on his hands are a little painful.

Moreover, the excitement I felt was far less than when I first came down the mountain and gained my freedom.

While indulging in sensual pleasures may bring joy, the feeling of past indulgences has lingered for a long time.

What's even more terrifying is that during the pretentious display of refinement, they actually wrote a poem?!
It's not a doggerel, nor is it a vulgar or obscene poem. Although it has a distinctly crafted feel, the parallelism is very well done.

What...what about my vulgar tastes? What about my happiness?
Miss Mingyue was also very surprised, "Where is my Yuyu?"
This good-for-nothing has really become cultured, and then the servants became much gentler.

Young Master Ji lost the chance to throw away the jade, but instead gained more services.

Only Li Jiao'er sensed something was wrong; the intelligence simply didn't match up.

(End of this chapter)