Return of the Immortal Emperor: The Villain Empress Becomes Mother-in-Law

In the northwest of China, in a deep mountain and old forest.

There is a village listed as a special-level poverty-stricken area, surrounded by smoke from cooking, surrounded by green hills, and clear water. Listen carefully, and the sound of Lang Lang reading can be heard from the depths of the village.

In a spacious red brick room, there are more than 100 desks of different sizes. On these desks, there are sallow and emaciated students, earnestly holding the yellowed books in their hands, following the teacher on the podium, shaking their heads. Carrying ancient poems.

Although the whole body is poor, the fragrance of books is overflowing.

On the stage, a young man dressed in plain clothes and with his hair tied up had a scholarly air. He held a pointer in his hand, and the writing on the blackboard was full of aura.

"Little children……"

Halfway through reading, the young man suddenly stopped, and the students all looked at the teacher.

He walked to the door of the classroom, with the books behind him, looked up at the sky, couldn't help but smiled, and murmured: "It seems that after 800 years, this game of chess has started to be played again, disciple, disciple!" Son, as a teacher can help you, that's all, the rest is up to you."

After the words fell, he raised his finger and tapped the air.

a bit.

Twice.

Three times.

There is an old saying, I caress the top of an immortal, and break the longevity by knocking on my fingers.

The young man tapped his fingers three times in a row, as if he was knocking on a certain door, and every time he tapped his fingers, it was a ray of righteousness.

But it is worthy of the name to kowtow and "ask" longevity.

More than ten seconds later, Lang Lang's reading sound reappeared.

Confucianism has a saying that benevolence is the foundation, self-restraint and courtesy, there is no distinction between teaching and learning, and the people are more important than the emperor.

The last "Confucian sage" who lived for an unknown number of years did not go to the Confucian temple to enjoy the incense, let alone go to the ancestral academy to sit on the holy throne.

Instead, he walked through barren lands, taught day and night, and printed the four characters of "teaching without discrimination" into the morality of life.

The righteousness of the world is nothing more than this.

On Longkou Waterfall.

The body of the sloppy man holding the three monkeys couldn't help but tremble, then he faced northwest and bowed heavily, his face full of gratitude: "Thank you, Master, for your help."

When the words fell, he snapped his fingers.

The three monkeys were very spiritual, and quickly ran to the man obediently, sitting in front of the man like an ancient teacher giving a lecture.

The sloppy man took out three finger-sized pieces of paper and a pen, wrote three characters of "benevolence" on them, rolled them up, and handed them to the three monkeys in front of him.

"Open your mouth."

he said quietly.

The three monkeys were very obedient and bit the pieces of paper.

Then the sloppy man raised his fingers and flicked them three times on the forehead respectively, as if thousands of miles away, he threw the three strands of righteousness into them.

The three monkeys looked at the slovenly man as if suddenly enlightened.

"Bring these three characters of 'benevolence', go to the east, west, and north directions of the mountain behind, find a suitable location, and wait for my dispatch."

The scruffy man waved his hand.

The three monkeys immediately broke free from the rope in their hands, rushed out with a whimper, and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

The sloppy man nodded in satisfaction, and looked at the "fake dragon gate" forcibly created by the Yin God using magic.

As for the fishing rod under his feet, he didn't care at all.

Because he knew that it was impossible for this golden carp to belong to him now.

His master, whom he hadn't seen for more than 80 years, didn't seem to want him to step into "this game of chess", so he simply transmitted the three strands of righteousness gained through teaching ordinary students, along with a strand of sound transmission, Give it all to him, let him remember it in his heart.

As for the deeper reason, the sloppy man didn't dare to think about it, and of course he didn't have the ability to think about it.

The master told him back then that in the Confucian words of today's world, "a hundred wastes are waiting to be revived". As for what the "hundred wastes" refers to, he didn't ask any results from the beginning to the end , but after traveling for so long, he came up with some conclusions himself.

From prosperity to decline.

From decline to prosperity.

Those old monsters who have lived on it for an unknown number of years have not given up on this so-called "yin and yang poles" from beginning to end.

Some harbor evil intentions, some have great righteousness in their hearts, and some are willing to be pawns...

In short, everything that is happening now is for the arrival of that day, when that day will come, and what will happen when it comes...

Sloppy men don't care.

All he cared about was the Genealogy of Mountains and Rivers in his hand. When the master accepted him as an apprentice, he told him that as long as he completed the genealogy of mountains and rivers, he would be able to become a real disciple from that half-disciple.

As for now.

Might as well watch a good show first.

As soon as the fake dragon gate was opened, the unidentified onlookers took out their mobile phones to take pictures, mistakenly thinking that it was just a common rainbow on the waterfall.

As for those strange people who knew the inside story, they took it as a sign that the golden carp was about to turn into a dragon.

Especially people like Wang Cuishan who look forward to Qi, the world's Qimen Dunjia, Fengshui burial, and corpses are all similar in the world, and they all understand the matter of luck more or less, but they are only limited to understanding. , They can't tell whether Longmen is true or false.

As the instigator, Qing Dongcheng saw that the dragon gate became clearer, and a large group of carp quickly gathered in the river flowing down from the waterfall, he smiled with satisfaction: "Golden carp, golden carp, why don't you come out and let this deity have a look?"

As soon as this sentence was finished, the entire waterfall suddenly overflowed with spiritual energy, and a strong fragrance spread, and the flow of the waterfall seemed to slow down a little because of this.

"Huh? Where does the scent come from?"

"It's so fragrant, the more you smell it, the more energetic you are!"

"It seems to come from the waterfall?"

"Look, everyone, why is there a golden thing in the waterfall?"

Everyone sighed, and everyone stared with wide eyes.

Ruan Qinghe and Wang Cuishan also looked solemnly, looking at the waterfall.

The other carp fishing participants all lowered their heads and stared at their fishing rods.

I saw that under the waterfall hanging far away, there was indeed a golden carp showing its real body and slowly swimming down from the waterfall. The spell exudes a sacred breath.

"coming!"

Qing Zilou, who was staring at the golden carp, breathed heavily, and the fishing rod in his hand trembled.

As long as he got this golden carp, how difficult would it be for him, an illegitimate son with the support of his own uncle, to sit on the position of the owner of the valley?

However, what no one could have imagined was that the golden carp just swam under the dragon gate, and after a pause of two seconds, it did not jump up. A shocking carp leaped over the dragon gate. Swing, turn your head directly, and jump in the direction where Tang Xuan is.

Whoosh!