Wealth and glory seek stability

A small figure slowly walked out from behind the crowd. He had a Taoist bun and was wearing a gray-green Taoist robe.

The little man walked up to Mo Chuan, took out a white handkerchief from his arms, slowly wiped the blood from the corner of Mo Chuan's mouth, and said lightly: "Life and death are determined by fate. Brother, you still broke the precepts. For those who practice Taoism, one of the three must be poor, young, or lonely. It is fate and time."

For those who are devoted to the truth, the best choice is to be alone.

Mo Chuan broke the precepts and ended up being poor and alone, and would eventually die young.

Gao Yunhuai walked behind Jian Xi and guarded her silently.

Her heart ached like a knife. Jane Xi had always thought that this was just whining, but at this moment, her heart felt like thousands of steel needles were piercing through it, and she felt waves of contracting pain in her heart.

He slowly put Mo Chuan down and drew the sword from his waist.

Jian Xi lowered her head. It was Mo Chuan who begged her to buy this sword for him.

Ruan Chi was being restrained by four soldiers, and Jian Xi walked forward.

Zhang Cen'er hugged Yinping and cried, while Ruan Chizheng and his daughter still had crazy smiles on their faces.

Jian Xi squatted down and gently lifted Ruan Chizheng's chin with the tip of the sword. Blood soon oozed out from the sharp sword.

"I am still too kind. I tolerate and let it go time and time again. Do you know that? Today you taught me a truth that I will never forget in my life. If you don't remove the roots, the grass will grow again in the spring breeze."

He reached forward and held Ruan Chizheng's head. The sharp tip of the sword instantly pierced through his throat. Blood flowed down the hilt to Jian Xi's hand, and then dripped onto the jade-like bluestone floor under her feet, mixing with water stains and instantly spreading.

draw out.

Jian Xi walked towards Zhang Lan'er.

No one in the court dared to speak.

Ruan Zhiyin wanted to speak, but when he thought of Jian Xi's forbearing and fierce methods, he kept his mouth shut. He was lucky to be able to keep his life tonight. If he spoke now, if that crazy woman killed him, Zhang Cen'er would probably not pursue it in the end.

He died in vain.

Zhang Lan'er watched helplessly as her father's body was pierced by the sharp blade. The blood that gushed out at the beginning slowly turned into streams, leaving only his body twitching continuously.

Jian Xi walked very slowly, her armor making metallic clanking sounds as she walked, and the sword in her hand was still dripping blood.

Zhang Lan'er wanted to dodge, but her body was clamped tightly and she couldn't move. In her mouth was her own boot, which the guard had taken off and stuffed into her mouth just now when she made a provocative remark.

Jian Xi's face was flushed red. With her left hand, she pulled Zhang Lan'er's messy hair and forced her to face her.

"Look carefully, who killed you."

A relentless penetration.

Ruan Zhiyin knelt aside, not daring to breathe.

Even though he had seen murders before, he had never seen such a silent killing. The person was not given any chance to explain himself. The attack was brutal and there was an expression of unsatisfied intent on his face.

Jian Xi ignored Zhang Lan'er's twitching, grasped the hilt and drew out the sword, supported his body at an angle, and looked at Ruan Zhiyin with an evil smile on his face.

Ruan Zhiyin's heart suddenly sank and he bowed his head to the ground. He no longer had any second thoughts. The only thing he wanted at this moment was to walk out of the royal court alive.

Zhang Cen'er regained his composure and ordered to take over the royal court immediately.

Jian Xi left 10,000 soldiers to Zhang Cen'er to stabilize the political situation. She took Lingbao and Mo Chuan's bodies back to Shu for burial.

Zhang Cen'er succeeded to the throne and suppressed the royal family and several major families with thundering means.

Xuanwu quickly stabilized.

Zhang Xuanyu was made King Xiaoyao and was granted a mansion to live in.

After three months.

Shu land.

Jian Xi was kneeling on the ground in a plain white dress. She used to like brightly colored clothes the most, but after Madam Gao's death, she had been observing mourning and all her clothes were plain colors. Now, she actually thought that plain clothes were pretty good looking.

Lingbao held a stack of talisman paper and burned it in front of a large grave, muttering to himself:

"Brother, your death was not in vain. This is a huge cemetery. I have buried countless rare treasures with you. You will live well in the underworld. I have had your sword and your notes carved into bamboo slips and buried with you. As the head of the sect, I cannot fall behind. After I die, I will build a tomb bigger than yours."

Jian Xi: “…”

People who practice Taoism are really open-minded. Lingbao's train of thought is really unique.

"Lingbao, are you ready? If you are, let's go back."

Lingbao threw the talisman paper into the fire, stood up and patted the hem of his clothes that were stained with dry grass, "Okay, Master's grave is right next to us, so we don't have to make two trips to pay homage to him in the future."

Jian Xi sighed, "I have already bought this piece of land. I will build a farm next year and then find someone to guard it." Then she walked forward and hugged Lingbao's thin shoulders.

"I'll take you back to the royal court." This was Jian Xi's attitude.

Lingbao pursed his lips and nodded his little head, "Well, I want to be the national teacher, not the high priest, and carry forward our Mo family's lineage of heavenly teachers."

Jian Xi patted Ling Bao on the shoulder and said, "Then work hard, make a career, and go down in history."

The people of Xia seemed to have fully recovered and the scene was peaceful and happy.

When Jian Xi first arrived in Shu, it was the harvest season. The wheat waves were rolling, and the people in the fields looked tired, but they could not hide their joy at the harvest.

Sitting in the carriage on the way back, Jian Xi couldn't help but ask Ling Bao, "You are so good at divination, why don't you help Mo Chuan with his divination? Maybe..."

Lingbao shook his head secretly, "Brother and I have been together for too long, and our fates are entangled, so we can't easily explore them. This is what Master said."

Jian Xi didn't understand these mysterious things, but she just didn't want to believe that someone who was so lively and cheerful every day would die in her arms in the blink of an eye.

People are really fragile.

Before leaving, Mo Chuan wanted her to benefit the people of the world.

Then do it!

Since you are here in this world, why not make a name for yourself.

Lingbao was sitting cross-legged in meditation. Jian Xi couldn't figure out what she was doing, but she felt that her expression was solemn and different from usual.

Lingbao is just as Mo Shoujian said, with a pure heart. Once he chooses a path, he will keep going without stopping.

The scenery in Shu was infinitely beautiful, but Jian Xi had no mood to appreciate it. She came and left in a hurry.

It has been nearly half a year since then.

Jian Xi returned to Saibei, declined Zhang Cen'er's order to transfer her back to the court, and devoted herself to Saibei.

He established agricultural and calligraphy colleges, and relying on Dongfang Wenying's relationship, he invited a teacher from Cangzhou Academy to teach there.

She did not deliberately emphasize that women must go to school, but instead praised the diligent and motivated women in the academy, entrusted them with important tasks, and asked various tribes and grasslands to spread the news.

Others followed suit, and the number of women applying to the Agricultural College and the College of Literature increased dramatically.

Slaves were a very common thing in the noble families of the Xuanwu Dynasty, but it was different in the northern border. When Jian Xi first arrived in the northern border, everything was in ruins and most of the people left behind were elderly people and children of low status, while the families with slightly more power had moved elsewhere.

Therefore, Saibei is a real blank sheet of paper. You can just paint whatever you want on it.