Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 86: Only by not contending, can one be blameless.

Jumping straight to the eighth section, actually not because I forgot about the previous ones, but because this paragraph has the highest level of sophistication and the deepest meaning. It can be extended to philosophy, martial arts, literature, and various complex social levels.

Moreover, it is easy to understand, so I can breeze through a few class hours.

Secondly, he wanted to see if it would quickly increase the students' understanding of their own debts.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished reading, without waiting for an explanation, Bai Xuanji and the others began to transcribe, then fell into contemplation, occasionally looking up at Xin Zhuo with astonishment.

In a corner outside the wall, Li Fuzi and the others exchanged glances, shocked beyond measure.

"The highest virtue is like water..."

"This scripture is truly profound and incomparable. With just this volume, it can summarize the principles of all things and human relationships!"

"At his age, where did he obtain this from?"

"The Master indeed has a discerning eye and can see through people. Regardless of their humble origins, he employs them all. We are afraid that we cannot compare to him even in the slightest in this lifetime!"

"Master..."

Qin Yuliu looked into the distance with a solemn expression, "The Great Dao Hua Jing is afraid that it will soon be fully understood!"

...

"The highest virtue is like water... Only by not contending, can one be blameless..."

In a corner of the Autumn Palace Pavilion, two willow trees creaked, speaking with a sense of relief and desolation.

...

After having lunch in the Autumn Palace Pavilion cafeteria, they continued to discuss for a while in the afternoon until it was time for the end of the school day.

Looking at the students who were eager to relax, Xin Zhuo rubbed his nose, picked up a brush, and wrote a dense passage on the white paper stuck to the wall behind him.

"Tengwang Pavilion Preface."

His hand was sore from fatigue. In his previous life, he was forced by his teacher to memorize the entire text and was punished many times. Regardless of whether the people in this world are familiar with the customs, place names, and allusions, I don't care. This "grudge" must be avenged!

"Tomorrow, there will be a spot check. If you can't recite it, you will receive one hundred palm strikes on your palms!"

Throwing away the brush, he walked out of the classroom with his hands behind his back, wearing the face of an annoying Chinese teacher.

"Ah, this..."

The students in the classroom looked at the densely written poem, collectively speechless.

"I can't memorize it. It feels so difficult. This big pig's hoof just likes to bully people!" Murong Yunxi pouted and approached Yuan Yourong, unhappy.

Yuan Yourong frowned but remained silent. On the other side, Su Zefeng angrily slammed the table and stood up, "I won't memorize it. Let's see what this bandit can do to me!"

Feng Sanbao coldly smiled, "He can't do anything. Tomorrow, I will apply to take the palm strikes for the Master. Just wait and see."

Su Zefeng shrank his neck and sat down obediently.

Bai Xuanji and the others exchanged glances. Although this poem contains unfamiliar place names and allusions, and there is a suspicion of hiding one's talent, flattery, and self-recommendation, this young Master has such profound knowledge. No wonder the academy invited him.

...

Leaving the Autumn Palace Pavilion, a gentle evening breeze rustled through the trees.

Xin Zhuo was in a great mood and summoned Lunar Serenity Well to take a look. As expected, the debt level of the eight newly exchanged spirits had increased by one or two points.

The future looks promising!

How far will his strength rise? This even gave him a strong motivation for entrepreneurship and struggle.

At this moment, he looked up and saw a person standing in front of him. Wearing a water-green robe, with long flowing hair, ethereal and beautiful, it was the woman from the Autumn Palace Pavilion whom he had a chance encounter with.

"Hello!" Xin Zhuo cupped his hands, still unsure how to address the other party.

"Qin Yuliu, the Master of the academy!"

Qin Yuliu looked up and down at Xin Zhuo. If before today, he only saw the other party as a small bandit for leisure, now he had to take it seriously.

"So it's Qin Fu... Qin Yuliu?" Xin Zhuo seemed to remember.

Qin Yuliu had a strange smile on his lips. "May I ask, Mr. Xin, when have we shared a bed together?"

"At that time, the situation was urgent and I had no choice. Please forgive me!"

Realm couldn't see through this woman, she must be stronger than Bai Xuanji and the others. Xin Zhuo didn't dare to be careless and quickly apologized sincerely.

Qin Yuliu chuckled and changed the topic. "Mr. Xin, the Tao Te Ching you mentioned today is indeed profound. It's fine if it's passed down among scholars, but it should be kept secret to prevent it from falling into the hands of malicious people who might capture and interrogate you, endangering your life."

Xin Zhuo nodded. "Of course!"

Qin Yuliu nodded and walked away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Xin Zhuo sighed with relief, feeling a tingling sensation in his heart. In fact, he guessed that the reason Autumn Palace accepted him was probably because Realm's knowledgeable master had seen his interactions with the other bounty hunters and had the same curiosity about his potential and talent.

He would never naively hope that the other party truly valued his abilities and talent, and would cultivate him as one of their own. People in this world still held great contempt for bandits.

He couldn't even guarantee that after Autumn Palace had "squeezed dry" his supposed value, they wouldn't swat him like a fly.

The only thing he could do now was to carefully disguise himself, cultivate, and break through one Realm after another, finding ways to survive and become stronger step by step.

As for the profession of being a bandit, it was hard to say when it would come to an end.

Back at the village, smoke rose from the cooking fire as another day began.

The old man who had arrived in the morning left almost as soon as Xin Zhuo arrived.

Today's dinner was lamb soup and flatbread, prepared by Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang.

There was originally no flour in the village, but Bai Jianxi and Han Jiulang went to Ping'an County to buy some, along with other supplies.

"Eldest Master, you don't know," Bai Jianxi said, raising her delicate fingers without affecting her ability to eat the flatbread. "Ping'an County is remote, and the war in Fufeng Prefecture hasn't reached there. However, the people in the city still don't live well, living in fear. Do you know why?"

"Tell me!" Xin Zhuo took a sip of the lamb soup.

Bai Jianxi smiled and said, "That damn Mengluzhai goes there every few days to rob. After robbing, they run away without killing anyone, only taking things. It can be said that most of Mengluzhai's money and food comes from Ping'an County. The entire city, from the county government to the common people, hates them."

Xin Zhuo was surprised. "Why does Mengluzhai only rob one county?"

Han Jiulang wiped his nose. "It's close, and Ping'an County is the smallest county in the entire prefecture. There aren't many constables."

Murong Xiu's eyes lit up and he shook his stylish hair. "How about we go and rob too?"

The table fell silent for a moment.

Cui Ying'er sneered, "There are only a few of us. How do you plan to rob a whole county, Murong?"

"A person should always have ambitions!" Murong Xiu looked at the ceiling with emotion. "One day, we will attack the capital and behead the emperor, seizing the throne!"

Huang Dagui kicked him. "Don't imitate me. I'm serious!"

"So am I!"

...

After dinner, the stars filled the sky.

Xin Zhuo couldn't sleep, so he took Little Huang and walked out of the village, summoning the Lunar Serenity Well, replenishing moonlight while strolling down the mountain.

Unconsciously, he arrived near the Water Moon Nunnery. At this time, the temple was dimly lit, with the sound of wooden fish and chanting faintly heard.

He wondered how Huiruqing was doing.

Should I tease her again? I dare to go.

Just as he was about to turn back, a pleasant voice came. "Little thief, why have you come again? Aren't you afraid of being caught again?"

Xin Zhuo turned around and saw a graceful figure sitting on a branch of an old tree not far away, swinging her long legs. Under the moonlight, her beautiful face was charming and alluring.

(End of this chapter)