Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 541 The Art Style of the New Unit
Zhuge Wolong listened intently, completely absorbed.

I never imagined that Xu Xuan would be so accomplished in the cultivation world.

First of all, his identity is astonishing; he is the contemporary leader of the first sect of Buddhism.

Secondly, he possesses remarkable strength, having risen to the upper echelons of the cultivation world in just a few years.

Finally, he achieved remarkable feats, secretly risking his life and disregarding the path for the sake of all living beings in the Nine Provinces.

Guo Bei reversed Yin and Yang, and Jianye slew down the five dragons. In particular, when he talked about the Golden Dragon of the Great Nuo Opera, it was very exciting.

If it were me thirty years ago, I wouldn't need to make three visits. I would have bowed down and begged to be his lackey the moment we met.

After all, even the most celebrated heroes in the world are not as pure as Master Xu.

Zhuge Wolong even wanted to slap himself, wondering what he was pretending for in prison.
By the time the story was finished, it was nearly dark.

His mind was filled with countless thoughts. Perhaps joining the Baoan Hall was truly the best decision he had ever made in his life.

However, in that case, we should seriously consider what Master Xu said earlier.

"Master, do you really think my name is a problem?"

The Taoist priest remained silent, saying, "Your question is a bit abrupt."

Then he told the story of his three swords: Han Guang, Cheng Ying, and Xiao Lian.

Having grasped the secrets of heaven and the principles of nature, a boy wielding three swords can repel an entire army.

"Therefore, we should follow the natural course and act in accordance with the Tao."

Then he drifted away, leaving behind a short poem.

"The rosy clouds and brocades take on a thousand forms, the cloud-capped peaks and ridges are layered upon layer. The wind and flute play a tune that breaks the stillness of the water and clouds, and I sing a song that resonates deep within my heart."

The Taoist robe cast a blurry shadow in the setting sun, exuding an air of superiority.

Day two.

Zhuge Wolong saw two figures, one large and one small, standing in the courtyard.

Through yesterday's conversation, he immediately recognized the lively-looking woman in the green ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) as the deputy head of Baoan Hall, Little Green King.

The shorter one, with a sharper aura, is her apprentice, the peerless swordsman Li Yingqi, who has already unleashed a dazzling brilliance.

"Greetings, Master Qing."

"I have met Li Xianfeng."

The Taoist priest said that Master Qing was a generous, righteous, and outspoken person, among other virtues.

The only thing I'm particular about is how I address people; I need to pay more attention to that.

In Qiantang, one should be called the Hall Master; in Taihu Lake, one should be called the Water Lord.

Yingqi's style is somewhat similar to his teacher's, so if possible, the way he is addressed should be more formal.

As expected, both the master and apprentice accepted this greeting with pleasure.

Xiaoqing took out a token covered with talismans and handed it over, indicating that this item could change one's appearance and conceal one's aura.

Not only can the imperial court not find you, but even cultivators below the second realm cannot see through you.

It can also block simple divination techniques.

However, its effectiveness is limited. Not to mention that only a Grand Astrologer can activate the celestial globe, even a tortoise-sized object can see through things to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.

At the same time, a magic array is engraved inside this object, which can block the magic power of ordinary cultivators at the Dao Entry Realm in the event of a life-or-death crisis.

The reason this treasure truly qualifies as a magical artifact is that it can be used by mortals without magical powers.

This is the most amazing part.

Having already learned the value of various magical artifacts and treasures in the cultivation world, Zhuge Wolong felt a bit overwhelmed, but Master Qing's offer was indeed generous.

As a result, Xiaoqing and her apprentice gained unprecedented spiritual value in the art of language and were praised and enjoyed it.

"Not bad, not bad, no wonder the scholar and monk admire you so much, their eyes are indeed sharp."

"My little disciple has indeed inherited some of my talent in swordsmanship, but of course, this is also inseparable from her own hard work."

When the atmosphere is harmonious, communication goes smoothly.

They mainly talked about the demon race. Zhuge Wolong had met the Mountain Lord, the Water Demon, and some evil demons, all of which he resolved one by one.

Later, he was deposed by the Jin emperor and targeted by many enemies. After his luck was completely worn away, he saw many ghosts.

Especially in prisons, there are many innocent people who died unjustly.

He had seen them, but he certainly didn't know much about them. He never imagined that he would have the opportunity to re-enter the workforce in his old age.

Xiaoqing is never stingy with her guidance when others humbly ask for advice.

He went on and on, explaining the differences between the demon race and the human race, and the division of power within the demon race, all in great detail.

Don't let Qing Tangzhu's simple and honest appearance fool you; she's actually studying the "Wei Liao Zi".

In military strategy, intelligence gathering and logistical management are of paramount importance.

This conversation impressed the new employee, who nodded repeatedly, thinking, "The entire Bao'an Hall is full of real dragons!"

In the end, Xiaoqing even recruited several Taihu Lake demons to serve as guards and attendants for the old man, making it easier for them to cooperate with his research.

Of course, before leaving, Zhuge Wolong still asked a question.

Do you two really think my name is a problem?

Xiaoqing raised an eyebrow and said without hesitation, "Change it if you want to. These things should be done according to your wishes."

As the art of war says: "There are no constant tactics in warfare, just as water has no constant shape; one who can adapt to the enemy's changes and win is called a master strategist."

"As long as God is here, you can be called Crouching Dragon or Flying Dragon."

"But I think Xu Xuan is just teasing you, so don't take it too seriously."

The answer was very personal, and the deputy leader even made a sarcastic remark about the leader.

Li Yingqi then added his own thoughts:
"If you believe something is right, then you should do it no matter what happens."

"Changing your name is the same; it just depends on whether you want to or not."

Zhuge Liang seemed to be deep in thought; this was the mindset of a cultivator, and it was quite valuable for reference.

After asking the last question, the master and apprentice prepared to leave. But as they reached the door, Xiaoqing suddenly cleared her throat and, with her back to the newlyweds, recited a poem as she walked:
With cold eyes, the green scales survey the mortal world; with a gentle sway of a poisonous letter, they discern the true nature of humanity.

Though the mortal world is full of tribulations, I remain carefree and envy not the gods.

From the side that Zhuge Wolong couldn't see, Qing Tangzhu's small face was already full of an uncontrollable smile.

Isn't that cool exit?
This poem! I wrote it myself!
Hahahaha.
Zhuge Liang truly praised him, saying, "As expected of the Daoist priest from yesterday... then could it be Li Xianfeng as well?"
Sure enough, Li Yingqi cleared his throat and, under his master's tense gaze, calmly recited:
The cold blade is drawn from its sheath, piercing the sky; a single sword strikes across ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers.

Ignoring worldly matters of life and death, I roam freely between heaven and earth with ease.

He finished by casually striking a sword-finger pose, adding to his sharp and chivalrous aura.

Xiaoqing's face fell. This little apprentice's sentences seem even more impressive than mine. Did she get extra lessons?
Li Yingqi still maintained a cold, swordsman-like demeanor on his face, but in reality, he was just as ruthless as a swordsman, hahaha.

Although her educational level was about the same as her teacher's, Yingnan had better grades.

This is what they mean by "opportunity always favors the prepared mind," Master.

The master and apprentice walked away, each with their own thoughts.

All that was left was Zhuge Liang, standing bewildered in the wind.

Well, the art style of Baoan Hall seems a bit different from what I expected, but it's quite interesting.

On the third day, Yan Chixia arrived.

His beard and hair were like spears, his eyes were bright and piercing, his posture was as upright as a pine tree, and there was a sense of awe and righteousness between his brows.

This person comes from a legitimate and prestigious family, even though the sect no longer exists.

They may seem a bit difficult to get along with, but they are actually warm-hearted despite their cold exterior.

If you can get along well with someone, you'll feel an overwhelming sense of camaraderie and loyalty.

After the first two days of interaction, Zhuge Wolong was able to communicate with his colleagues with ease.

This time, the questions asked were different.

The discussion revolved around the distinction between the righteous and the demonic paths in the human world, as well as the righteous sects' responses to the changing trends of the world.

It was on this day that he learned how terrifying the enemies Baoantang faced were, and how many enemies they had to deal with.

And the dire situation of being almost completely isolated and helpless.

Previously, Master Mao and Xiaoqing always seemed indifferent, and he thought that everything was under control.

It turns out that this was just the beginning.

It's one thing for Master Qing to be like this, but it's unbelievable that Master Mao is also so confident. What exactly gave them the courage?
When Xu Xuan established Baoan Hall, did he intend to sweep away the darkness of the Nine Provinces single-handedly?
Yan Chixia held a different view.

"Mr. Zhuge is mistaken."

"Brother Xu said that as long as we make more friends and fewer enemies, victory will eventually belong to us."

“When Baoantang was first established, there were only three people. Now, in just two years, its scale has increased dozens or even hundreds of times.”

"And our allies are growing in number: the Pure Land Sect, the New Shu Mountain, the three major academies, Jinshan Temple, the Taihu Demon Clan, and various forces that will unite in the future."

"We keep moving forward so we won't lose."

These words were spoken calmly, yet with unwavering conviction.

That's how Yan Chixia stayed at Bao'an Hall.

Xu Hanwen's presence is like a flag, like a torch, always guiding everyone forward in the darkness.

With such a leader, why fear the evil spirits and demons that are destined to be defeated? Even the great trends of heaven and earth can be reversed one day.

Zhuge Wolong sensed a power within the calm, a power he had never encountered before.

After a long silence, he realized that he shouldn't use the word "hero" to categorize Xu Xuan.

What he is doing is very special, very great, and very difficult to describe.

In the end, it's still the same issue: the name.

Yan Chixia was very serious.

"If it is Brother Hanwen's suggestion, it is best to listen to it."

"Because he didn't miss it."

"Besides, it's just a name. If it can increase my chances of victory, I, Yan Chixia, will change my name at will."

"As long as we can keep going, that's fine."

The hearty laughter was infectious, and Zhuge Wolong laughed too, realizing that he really had nothing to worry about.

No wonder I've wasted half my life and still haven't encountered a guiding light.

It was getting late, and Yan Chixia was about to leave.

He walked to the door and suddenly felt the atmosphere tense.

Looking back, he saw that Zhuge Wolong seemed to be waiting for something, which puzzled him.

"Mr. Zhuge, is there still a question?"

Mr. Zhuge said no, but in reality he was looking forward to the next episode.

Yan Chixia suppressed the strange feeling, drew his divine sword, and prepared to fly away on it, as he still had a mission to complete in the southwest.

The moment his feet left the ground, he unconsciously began reciting a short poem.

The sword's strike startles even ghosts and gods; it shakes the heavens and earth.

Its resounding sound drives away evil spirits, its fierce light illuminates the netherworld.

I'm off!

The sword light vanished from its spot in an instant, and Zhuge Wolong looked as if he had finally achieved his goal.

Back in his room, he began to ponder two very serious problems.

First, what name should I change it to?

Second, write a poem.

(End of this chapter)