Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 208 Standing before you is

After all, the imperial examination system had the greatest impact on aristocratic families.

Who would have thought that Nanshan would be the first to start reforms, combining the strengths of the three schools? If this path is successfully followed, the rankings of the three schools will likely change.

The young lady from the Yin family was farsighted, the cunning Xu was quite resourceful, and with the help of the bookish Gu and others to stabilize people's hearts, as well as various other circumstances, they really managed to travel quite a distance together.

The old man had a perspective that allowed him to see the whole picture from a high vantage point in the imperial court, so he naturally understood the importance of the word "contention."

Looking at the students wailing incessantly as they went to pay homage to Heaven, was an even more intense mental shock needed?

That little fox on Nanshan Mountain is indeed skilled at manipulating people's hearts.

So he wrote a letter, indicating that he would go to Nanshan in a few days to exchange ideas and complete the unfinished plan.

Nanshan Mountain has once again entered a state of alert.

Professor Gu, in a moment of youthful exuberance, one day saw an old man practicing swordsmanship.

Not to mention his swordsmanship is quite good; he comes from a prestigious family, and his every move is much more disciplined than Xu's random hacking.

On a sunny morning, a caravan of carriages set off from the West Lake and headed straight for Nanshan.

Upon arriving at the gate, Yu Gong got out of the car, looked at the inscription on the academy's mountain gate, nodded in satisfaction, and turned to speak to the students.

"The characters should be powerful, like bamboo or stone, so that one can uphold integrity and stay true to oneself."

"In recent years, the imperial court has become increasingly extravagant and ostentatious. Even if your family owns a few more acres of land, how can you compare with the scholars behind the mountain gate?"

These words made the students behind him feel guilty, and Chongqi didn't find them pleasant to hear either.

Madam Yin remained unmoved and continued to greet her elders, as if she had not heard the harsh words.

The old man has always had this temperament since he was young. It's just that he is really skilled; otherwise, the grass on his grave would have been reincarnated several times over.

Of course, she didn't refute it because she knew some people wouldn't be able to resist.

As expected, Professor Gu came out to greet them with a forced smile and put his arms around them.

"It's not surprising that a friend comes from afar."

He only said one polite phrase before turning on the argument.

"Yu Dingguo, it's been a long time since I've seen you. You've lost most of your Confucian chivalry. You know nothing of propriety or reason."

"Gu, you bookworm, it's been a long time. You still have such an unpleasant way of speaking."

Yu Gong laughed heartily and gave the other party a powerful and imposing hug, silencing any further sarcastic remarks. He appeared exceptionally affectionate in front of outsiders.

Sure enough, the students behind them had their answer. They realized that the relationship was so good. They had been misunderstanding each other. No one would start a fight without reason when they met.

The speechless old professor screamed inwardly: That's it, that's it!

He was a PhD back then, but this old scoundrel ignored him on various occasions, making him lose face completely.

Here we go again?!
How disgraceful! How disgraceful!
Only Xu Xuan, being observant, noticed that Professor Gu's fingers were trembling, indicating that he was so angry he wanted to draw his sword.

Looking at Yu Gong's simple and straightforward approach, and Gu's nickname "Bookworm," one can tell how the two got along back then.

As for the relationship, one person may feel good about it, while the other person may feel frustrated.

Then, Professor Gu, who was past his prime and about to draw his sword, greeted the other old professors.

These elderly men were all colleagues in the palace back then, and may have even been political enemies who attacked each other.

By this time, most people had come to terms with it.

Of course, he was still inferior to Professor Taishi. This man was nearing the end of his life, and if he were to cause some big news, even a so-called Confucian knight-errant would not be able to withstand a few strokes of his iron pen.

Confucian scholars value reputation, and so do chivalrous heroes.

"Integrating Confucianism with chivalry is good, but not good enough."

"One should be humble when visiting Nanshan, for some of the younger generation have already surpassed the way of the Confucian knight-errant."

Professor Taishi's comment was met with Xiao Yu's natural bow of agreement.

Deep down, he was still dissatisfied, feeling that he had already reached the pinnacle of both.

Beyond that lies the realm of a sage.

It's a joke that any younger generation could go as far as him.

It was only when Professor Shi appeared that things got interesting. Professor Shi took the initiative to show enthusiasm, but Yu Gong seemed somewhat disgusted and didn't seem very interested in getting close.

The grudges and love affairs of the older generation were even more interesting than a storybook, and Xu Xuan read them with great interest.

The other instructors stood quietly to the side, not daring to say anything. But some of them came up the mountain today with a bit of a temper.

The imposing figure turned his head to the side and saw his target.

He revealed a sinister grin and strode forward, standing in front of someone, his tone neither kind nor evil.

"Xu Hanwen, Xu Hanwen, you have given me a great surprise. When it comes to courage, you are the best in Qiantang. Your iron palm can suppress Qiantang, and it can certainly suppress me in Dingguo."

"Let's invite this old man to another banquet someday and see how many more upright officials and successors he can produce."

Everyone was shocked. These words carried immense weight, and Xu Hanwen was in grave danger!

Madam Yin took two steps forward, as if to block the force of the raging storm.

Several professors frowned slightly and moved a little closer.

Xu Xuan was naturally touched; this workplace relationship was truly thoughtful.

Of course, given his temperament, he was not afraid of this wind and rain. This was Nanshan, Chongqi Academy, his home ground.

You can't let the other person's reputation or that they're a good person dampen your spirits for no reason.

Am I not a good person? Not a kind person? Not on the right path?
He immediately straightened up and looked directly at the other person.

"There is a slight misunderstanding, and I will naturally invite you to a banquet to clear it up."

A slight misunderstanding?

Yu Gong's eyebrows shot up; if he hadn't been doing something good, his spear would have already pinned Song Youde to the riverbank.

"The courage I lack is out of necessity; I dare not be the first in the world."

Not daring to be the first in the world does not mean being conservative or retreating, but rather that giving up fame and fortune is a path to certain death.

This also indicates that they had considered everything carefully and were aware of their own responsibilities when they did this, and that they were not acting recklessly.

The explanation is quite reasonable, and Yu Gong chose not to let this little fox go.

You need to control the conversation to keep the other person in check, so that you don't fall into their control of the conversation.

The tactical game is a test of the tacit understanding between the two.

The first victim was Magistrate Song; the second victim would depend on their respective methods.

So the old man asked loudly, "You dare not be the first in the world, therefore you can achieve great things. It seems you have great ambitions, may I tell you about them?"

It is a masterpiece, a great instrument, a divine instrument.

These words are very damaging to a scholar, especially one who is seeking knowledge and ambition.

Just be aware that standing before you is Chongqi's top instructor of both literature and martial arts, the leader of the three giants of Baoan Hall, the junior brother of the acting head of the Pure Land Sect, the object of the love tribulation of the White Maiden of West Lake, and the Holy Father of the White Lotus with Thirty-Six Petals.

Therefore, Xu Xuan seriously threw out two kings and four twos.

"Hanwen only hopes that everyone in this world can be a benevolent ruler, a Confucian knight-errant, a person of great talent, and a dragon among men."

The last sentence was like a silver bottle shattering, like the sound of gold and jade resonating, like the sun breaking through the clouds, like a breath soaring to the heavens.

The magnitude of these words was astonishing, and for a moment the mountain gate fell silent.

A surge of pure energy rose above the academy's gate, as if it resonated with the spirit of the scholars.

This conversation might be exhilarating for the average person, but it's nothing special for the elderly, who have heard much grander sentences before.

What moved people was that they heard the word "truth" in it.

The "truth" of truly thinking this way, truly doing this, and having already put this principle into practice.

While Xu could use the protection of the academy's fortune as a pretext to protect the cultural heritage of Jiangnan, his actions of using military tactics to rectify the officialdom of Qiantang, breaking the invasion of Guo Bei's Yin World Law, leading the small Baoan Hall to suppress the demonic scourge of Jiangnan, and passing on his thoughts to his disciples were indeed "genuine".

The future may change, we may be betrayed, we may lose our true selves, but this moment is truly remarkable.

Professor Taishi was very satisfied. Regardless of his outward appearance, Xu Hanwen was a genuine person at heart.

Yu Gong admitted that he was already very arrogant when he was young, but compared with the person in front of him, he still lacked some of the boldness.

The feeling of being crushed by an army of 100,000 after just starting to demand an explanation was quite embarrassing for the scholar-knight.

Your Chongqi team threw out their trump card right from the start, what's the point of playing this game?

So, somewhat dejected, he led his students into the academy.

Professor Taishi then took out a piece of paper and wrote a sentence down.

In the spring of the thirty-sixth year of the Wenhe era, the Confucian scholar-knight Yu Gong received instruction at Nanshan. (Xu Hanwen)
(End of this chapter)