Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 266 Arriving with a Spear
The county magistrate at the very front was walking with his legs trembling. What are you guys compared to me? I'm the one who's incredibly audacious!

As the head of the military officers leading troops into the city, if no one helps him, he can find a clean dungeon to eat something good.

As they walked, they talked about what they had done before, and every time they thought about it, it felt unreal.

One of the civil officials eventually came up with a seemingly reasonable excuse.

"If one's conduct is upright, one's orders will be followed without being given; if one's conduct is not upright, one's orders will not be followed even if given."

"I have heard that Confucian integrity can rectify people's hearts. I suppose we have all been influenced by Lord Yu's integrity, otherwise how can we explain our behavior?"

The group pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

No matter how incredible it may seem, there is only one possibility, and it must be that possibility.

Then someone else asked: What about the Changsha Prime Minister?
Silence reigned. The dozens of officials walked along numbly, like zombies, a tingling sensation running through their bodies from head to toe.

That thing is said to still be hanging on the roof beam, and no one dares to touch it; nobody wants to provoke this huge bomb.

The head of a prefecture committed suicide out of shame before the elders of Jianye during a time of upheaval; the issues surrounding this should not be investigated too deeply.

"Ahem, the fact that Xiang from Changsha has committed suicide is already a fact. Why don't we ask Lord Yu how to resolve this?"

Everyone said "good" to it.

The old lord has stood in the court for many years, is very experienced, and has seen far more storms than we have. Naturally, he has his own methods.

So everyone tacitly quickened their pace, while also making their clothes look as badly tattered as possible—it wasn't easy for anyone.

So when Yu Gong walked out of Longjiang Pass with faltering steps, he saw the Jianye officials waiting there.

"My lord, I have not failed in my mission. This humble general has already..."

"By order of Your Excellency, Jianye remains intact; otherwise, how could I face the consequences?"

"Yu Gong truly deserves the title of 'Confucian chivalrous hero,' especially at crucial moments."

As the saying goes, "first..."

Dozens of people eagerly shared their achievements, interspersed with expressions of concern for the elderly; this heartwarming gesture was truly touching.

Look, look, the old man's complexion has become a bit rosier.

Yu Gong's vision went black.

It was as if I could see a huge iron pot falling from the sky.

Without uttering a word, he boarded the chariot and calmly returned to the now-empty Prime Minister's residence.

On the table lay his token, his complete military tally, and a letter of repentance.

"Tell me in detail what efforts you have made for Jianye."

After hearing about the actions of the officials present, he felt a mix of emotions.

Troops were deployed into the town to quell the riots, and the entire operation proceeded smoothly without any offenses to the public.

It is flawless in both administrative and military aspects; isn't this the ideal state envisioned by Confucianism?

However, as for the influence of righteousness, if I truly possessed such ability, the court would not have become so chaotic.

Without a doubt, Xu Hanwen must have used some extraordinary methods, but at that time, it was understandable that he would do such a thing to save people.

Otherwise, those giant cystic rats would have disappeared long ago.

Even if the earth's veins were quelled, this place would still be plunged into man-made disaster, with countless deaths and injuries.

Yes, I will obey your command.
The elderly man sitting at the head of the table felt that his later years were about to be filled with more turbulence, turbulence that was a thousand times more dangerous than the battlefield.

The one in the capital was already quite wary, and now he probably really can't sleep.

So be it, so be it. I gave him the token because I had a sliver of hope. This price was worth it!
"Since you, my lords, have been able to stand with me and turn the tide in this time of crisis..."

"This credit is definitely indispensable."

Everyone was overjoyed. The old man was willing to take the blame and still wanted to share the credit. He truly deserved to be the face of Confucianism and the most respectable of all.

"However, the matter of Yin Xian's perverse actions must be reported to the emperor and the people."

What do you all think?

Ultimately, they decided to entrust Xu Xuan with the task, trying to minimize his presence.

One must know what not to do before one can know what to do.

Scholars who can do this are already extremely rare; good prospects for the right path should not be wasted here.

The officials below thought it was brilliant. Many of them could hardly contain their excitement; blaming bad debts on the dead was a trick that had been used since ancient times.

The next focus of work in Jianye was to make people aware of how many heinous things the former Prime Minister of Changsha had done.

And how their collusion with the White Lotus incurred the wrath of Heaven, and how other officials fought against the evil forces.

It's like a super-sized trash can suddenly appearing; it fills up whatever's in it.

In short, it is necessary to exaggerate the crisis.

Yu Gong shook his head as he looked at the enthusiastic crowd. It was indeed an illusion that he had envisioned such an ideal administrative system. He then slowly walked out.

He wants to have a good talk with Xu.

night.

Seeing the old man approaching with a spear, Xu Xuan remained calm and smiled, inviting the old man to have a chat outside the city.

If you leave someone a huge pitfall, you have to be prepared to be killed.

The outskirts are a good place to bury a body.

The young man looked up at the moon, as if he wouldn't be able to see it again if he didn't look at it a few more times. If a real battle broke out, neither extraterrestrial demons nor beings of great karma could withstand that spear that could suppress the earth's veins.

so.
"Master Yu, what do you think is the purpose of studying?"

Of course, Xu still wanted to live well and take the initiative.

He's 50% confident he'll survive if he can at least exchange a few words with the other person.

He was 70% confident he would emerge unscathed if he could talk for as long as an incense stick could burn.

Because the other person is a good person, just like me.

Then, the cyan spear traversed time and space and pierced the center of his forehead, plunging the world into darkness.

"Han Wen is eloquent, so you can simply ignore him."

"I have come here to tell you that a wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall; you must cherish your life."

After speaking, the old man sheathed his spear, glanced at the bushes to his right, and walked away.
Xu Xuan, on the other hand, was covered in sweat, and a red dot appeared between his eyebrows.

Horror, extreme horror.

An overwhelming aura, so powerful it seemed to lock onto him in an instant, rendering him immobile and powerless to resist.

If the breath were to penetrate even a little further, it would expose one's life-saving technique.

He truly deserves to be called a top figure in contemporary Confucianism; his words and actions are impeccable, and he even taught himself a lesson.

A wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall. Yu Gong's advice is very reasonable. The academy will depart from this place tomorrow.

The political turmoil that followed Jianye was beyond his ability to navigate, given his lack of a solid foundation.

The members of Baoan Hall also rushed out of the bushes in a panic, and Gui Da even rolled around a few times because his legs were weak.

That one glance almost scared the demon out of its wits.

Why would a perfectly normal monster go and wait for a Confucian master in the bushes?

Everyone at Baoantang is sick, seriously sick!

Seeing the anxious looks in Xiao Qing's eyes and that of Daoist Mao, Xu Xuan raised his hand to tell them not to worry, and then wiped away the red dot between his eyebrows.

I bowed in the direction the old man had left, my heart filled with sincere gratitude.

Only then did he explain to the group.

"It's alright, the old man is just holding back his anger, but he's really a good person."

"We will remember this kindness and repay it in the future."

"You've done a good job with the Dongting Lake matter, but you must be careful. Jiangnan is becoming increasingly chaotic. I don't know when things will settle down."

They then parted ways, each continuing on their own journey.

　As an author who produces fresh writing every day, there is often no control over what to write the next day.

　　Tonight at 5 pm, I suddenly felt that my original idea wasn't exciting enough, so I made a big change.

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(End of this chapter)