Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 293 It should be him
Ji Rui felt ashamed after hearing this, realizing that this person's actions were quite similar to his own.

So, regarding this person's fate, he asked, "Will Wang Sheng use the wall-penetrating technique again later?"

After thinking it over, Headmaster Shen told the truth.

"Wang Sheng later learned that the ability to walk through walls required Yi Jie's possession, otherwise it would not work. He had completely mastered this extraordinary skill."

"Later, he harbored evil intentions and used this skill to wreak havoc on the village. I happened to pass by and killed him."

Ji Rui, your ending is the best educational lesson ever.

The atmosphere became inexplicably awkward.

"Ahem, classmate, could you tell me about this carving knife?"

"Self-discipline. I see."

"To subdue oneself and return to propriety is benevolence. If one can subdue oneself and return to propriety for one day, all under heaven will submit to benevolence. Is the practice of benevolence dependent on others, or on oneself?"

"Instructor Xu has high expectations for you, which is also in line with the origin of this divine weapon."

One can't help but admire Chongqi's incredible luck; it's truly enviable.

This rough gem is almost polished to perfection; no wonder a white deer came to seek it out.

"Self-discipline" refers to restraining one's desires and improper words and deeds, ensuring that one's behavior conforms to the requirements of propriety. If everyone could do this, the world would tend towards benevolence. Practicing benevolence depends entirely on oneself, not on others.

This dialogue took place between Confucius and Yan Hui, and is considered a very famous anecdote.

Because the next sentence is more widely circulated.

After hearing this, Yan Hui asked his teacher how to restrain himself, and Confucius gave him the instruction: "Do not look at what is contrary to propriety, do not listen to what is contrary to propriety, do not speak what is contrary to propriety, and do not do what is contrary to propriety."

"So even if this carving knife has immense power, it won't manifest its wonders if you don't control yourself."

Ji Rui understood; he couldn't show off or be arrogant, and he could only use it when necessary.

This doesn't align with my true nature.

I suddenly remembered Master Xu's comments on me: Breaking through one's nature and changing one's destiny is something that ordinary people cannot do.

He immediately wore a pained expression, realizing that's how it is.

After realizing the truth, he went to a secluded place to start carving words, adjusting his mindset to that of Ji Zaochen.

He wrote "A scholar must be resolute and persevering" in the void, which stirred up a pure atmosphere and even conjured up the large stone tablet in Chongqi Academy.

He wrote some other things as well. When he wrote the character "早" (early), he saw the image of a student practicing swordsmanship. When he wrote the character "情" (love), he saw the image of Cai Chen playing the zither. The ever-changing style was astonishing.

Of course, after glancing around, I drew the likenesses of several goddesses, and also replicated the Heavenly Demon Dance, which really had a bit of the dreamlike quality of the Painted Skin world.

His silly grins and pained expressions alternated, creating a truly fascinating spectacle.

It is truly painful not to be able to display one's divine power in front of others; this divine weapon truly lives up to its name of self-discipline.

It's completely under my control.

While I was writing, Bai Lu came to wander around again.
Unbeknownst to them, Headmaster Shen and Xu Xuan were standing in a corner watching this scene unfold.

"It really is him?"

"It should be him."

Then the two saw the grandson draw a berry in the air with a carving knife, and the air became real. The white deer swallowed it in one gulp and found that it was just a wisp of air.

"Hahaha, you white deer, you're quite stupid! White deer, lure the white deer!"

"Um, Brother Lu, that was me just now."

boom!
Ji Rui knelt down, unable to rise again.

It turned out that the white deer had turned around and knocked down the leader of the three academy disciples with a single hoof.

While the white deer was making its appearance, Qiantang was not idle either.

Little Green King has chosen his target again, this time a giant snake from the Xin'an River.

The Xin'an River is the upper reaches of the main stream of the Qiantang River system, originating in Huizhou, Anhui Province, also known as Huangshan.

This river is riddled with jagged rocks, its turbulent waters twisting and turning, surging and rushing with the speed of an arrow, making it extremely treacherous. The demons that inhabit this place are also incredibly ferocious. This snake is no ordinary creature; legend has it that it once fought Zhang Tianshi (a Taoist master), and after its defeat, transformed into the Xin'an River.

Of course, the information obtained from the alligator dragon was definitely not like that.

Back then, when Zhang Tianshi was fighting with other powerful demons, he passed by this place and casually released a wisp of sword energy, severing one of the giant snake's tails.

This guy was proud of it and bragged about it everywhere.

After all, surviving Zhang Tianshi's clutches is a feat that can be boasted about.

The reason I chose this guy is because he's been too high-profile lately.

Just a week ago, after obtaining the brocade box from the Dongting Dragon Palace, he didn't hide it at all. Instead, he wanted to hold a box appreciation event to show his determination to transform into a dragon.

The snake's obsession with transforming into a dragon is ingrained in its blood. It feels that its destiny has arrived, so it naturally no longer hides it.

They invited several demons and monsters from the neighborhood to capture people for feasts.

This creature has a fearsome reputation, and it has indeed created quite a stir.

Baoan Hall cannot tolerate such a thing.

Xiaoqing had made thorough preparations this time, including magic treasures, elixirs, weapons, and most importantly, greeting her sister.

Xu Xuan said this wasn't asking for help; it was reassuring his family.

Bai Suzhen was quite satisfied with Xiaoqing's face, which seemed to have matured a bit. The growth rate of the demon race had always been extremely slow, and their progress today was entirely due to learning the principles of the human race and constantly fighting.

Since it's a battle, there will definitely be danger.

Xiaoqing didn't act recklessly; instead, she realized that "greeting" herself was a very smart choice.

So I gave them a few simple instructions.

"The more you learn, the more you worry that you'll cause bigger and bigger trouble."

"Even if Gan Jiang and Mo Xie are compatible, they are too demonic, so use them sparingly."

"Turtles have an instinct to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, so let them explore the way in critical moments."

"Young Master Xu does not have a suitable weapon, but I will find a way."

Xiaoqing nodded obediently. She wasn't some ignorant little monster. She asked for another handful of Guishui Yin Lei and then went to Baoan Hall.

With this guarantee, going out feels much safer.

"My minions, follow me to vanquish this demon!"

Gui Da: The old Taoist priest went to scout the place first. It's just the two of us here, why bother with all this?

But it also knew what its boss liked, so it could only put on its equipment and take out its divine weapon with great ceremony, and say yes.

As soon as the evil wind rose, the deputy leader of Baoan Hall headed straight north.

Master Mao, as a scout, arrived at the Xin'an River basin early on.

As soon as you get close, you can see the scene of people living in misery. There are dilapidated villages everywhere, and death permeates every corner, making people feel extremely depressed.

The art of observing qi reveals only various negative auras; the malevolent energy within the earth's veins has already affected the real world.

Even without natural disasters or wars, it's difficult to survive long in such a place.

He casually walked into a thatched hut, and seeing the broken earthenware pots and messy footprints, the Taoist priest followed the scent and found himself on a mountain path.

At that time, the mountains were teeming with all sorts of creatures, from jackals and tigers to leopards. Who would venture into the deep mountains unless driven to the brink of despair?

Demons should be killed!

As we traveled along the road, we saw a group of families traveling together from the top of a cliff.

The entire village fled into the mountains, usually to escape war; I never expected to see them again.

The sight of a pack of wild wolves following outside the group, ready to feed at any moment, further enraged the Taoist priest.

(End of this chapter)