Chapter 296 Here I Go, May God Bless My Country of Chu

It snowed heavily for three days.

The cold air invaded, and the scholars never thought of burning books to keep warm.

Unexpectedly, the village children burned it to keep warm.

The scholar went home, looked at the two few books left, and cried loudly.

How can a scholar be considered a scholar if he has no books?

After the scholar finished crying, he returned to his room, put on his Confucian clothes, tidied his clothes, and then walked out of the hut.

The heavy snow melted away and the sun was shining brightly.

The scholar walked towards the mountain.

Looking back on the past twenty years, I studied the books of saints and sages, became an official in the court, and had the heart to be loyal to the emperor and serve the country.

However, the treacherous minister was in power, and after serving as an official for only one year, he was framed by the treacherous minister and forced to leave the court.

Disheartened, the scholar came to Wuyi Mountain, hoping to live out his remaining days as a mountain villager.

Read when you are free and farm when you are busy.

The burning of books was the last straw that broke his faith as a scholar.

Children have no intention, but scholars have no intention of living.

"Sour Confucianism."

On Wuyi Mountain, the young Taoist priest looked at the scholar standing on the side of the cliff with a look of contempt on his face.

Bai Wuyi is a scholar.

If he hadn't tampered with the weather at the last moment, the scholar would have frozen to death holding his books in the snowy weather.

"Senior is right."

Jiao Snake hurriedly agreed. Although he didn't understand what the word Suru meant, as long as the senior said it, it was definitely correct.

Over the years, he has also noticed that this senior seems to be a little different from before. The senior before had a very clear style of acting, but this senior seems... a little evil.

He had to be careful.

"If he wants a book, I will give him a book."

The young Taoist waved his hand, and an academy appeared out of thin air.

"Why are you standing here?"

The figure of the young Taoist priest appeared behind the scholar.

The scholar turned around and saw the young Taoist priest, and was stunned for a moment. There seemed to be no Taoist temple in the mountain. Where did this Taoist priest come from?

"Who is this Taoist Priest?"

"I am a Taoist priest in a Taoist temple in the mountains. By chance, I meet a layman. Why not come to my Taoist temple as a guest."

The scholar thought for a moment and finally nodded. He was also curious about where the Taoist temple in the mountain was.

Passing through a peach blossom forest, the scholar saw a Taoist temple.

What shocked the scholar even more was that there was a library inside the Taoist temple, with tens of thousands of books in it.

"I'm not good at reading. These books have been preserved by the Taoist temple for many years. If you like them, layman Zhang can read them at will."

On the way here, the scholar announced his name. His surname was Zhang and his courtesy name was Juxian.

Zhang Juxian was very excited and quickly stood up and bowed to the young Taoist Priest: "Thank you, Taoist Priest."

In the days that followed, Zhang Juxian still lived in a thatched hut at the foot of the mountain when farming was busy. When farming was busy, he came to the Taoist Library to study.

Over the past few years, Zhang Juxian has read through all the books in the library.

"Taoist Priest, I'm here to say goodbye to you."

"Oh? Is Mr. going to leave the mountain?"

If you are rich in knowledge and knowledgable, you should serve the country.

"I no longer have any intention of becoming an official. I want to open a private school at the foot of this mountain to teach and educate people."

Zhang Juxian shook his head. He was already disappointed with the officialdom. Nowadays, there were traitors in the officialdom, so it would be better to teach and educate people in this rural place.

"Sir, please do as you please."

The young Taoist priest did not stop him and personally sent Zhang Juxian down the mountain.

half year later.

Zhang Juxian built a private school at the foot of Wuyi Mountain.

It was said to be a private school, but in fact it was built from several huts. Zhang Juxian specially asked a young Taoist priest to nominate him for the private school.

Without the gift of the book from the Taoist priest, this private school would never have existed.

The young Taoist priest did not hesitate and wrote four words: Visit the thatched cottage three times.

In the first year of Sangu Thatched Cottage, there were only twelve children who came to school. The oldest was ten years old and the youngest was only three years old.

However, Zhang Juxian didn't care at all and taught seriously. But even so, three students still left after two years, and in the end only nine were left.

The peach blossoms in the Taoist temple bloomed and withered, and bloomed again after withering.

Ten years later, the people of Lantian County, where Wuyidu belongs, were shocked by the news.

In this county examination in Lantian County, nine high school candidates came from one village.

Suddenly, Zhaojia Village at the foot of Wuyi Mountain became famous throughout Lantian County, and Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage also became a holy place in the hearts of scholars in Lantian County.

Many dignitaries came to invite Zhang Juxian to teach their children, but no matter how many teachings these people offered, Zhang Juxian refused.

The next best thing for these dignitaries was to send their children to Sangu Thatched Cottage to attend school.

For the first time, the remote Zhaojia Village saw an endless stream of horse-drawn carriages. When I looked outside the thatched cottage gate, there were horse-drawn carriages picking up children every day.

The original three huts were also expanded to ten, and the number of Zhang Juxian's students reached fifty.

In the Taoist temple on the mountain, the young Taoist priest raised his hand, and there were streams of green smoke in front of him, which quickly disappeared into his body.

"The soul of reading, the way of a scholar?"

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Seven years later, nine of Zhang Juxian's earliest disciples passed the imperial examination and entered the court as officials.

Zhang Juxian has also entered his fiftieth year and has known his destiny. Apart from teaching and educating people, his free time is to go to the Taoist temple to drink and chat with the young Taoist priests.

Wuyi Mountain is steep, but Zhang Juxian is not tired at all every time he goes up the mountain. Zhang Juxian occasionally talks about it out of curiosity, and the young Taoist priest just smiles.

Three years later.

Several letters came from the distant capital. After receiving the letters, Zhang Juxian locked himself in his study and remained silent.

Soon, the people of Wuyidu also heard the news.

A neighboring country invaded the border, and an army of 200,000 pressed down on the border. The soldiers of the three cities on the border fought desperately to resist. On the day the city was broken, the general of the neighboring country ordered a massacre of the city for seven days, and the people of the three cities were slaughtered.

This was the news that the common people knew, and Zhang Juxian knew more details from the letters sent back by his disciples.

The enemy was offended, and the treacherous prime minister prevented troops from being sent to reinforce the three cities for his own selfish purposes.

Three cities were destroyed and massacred in seven days. The news spread back to the capital, the court was furious, and the traitor was thrown into the sky prison. The traitor who had been in power for thirty years finally stepped down and ended up with everyone in his family being executed.

However, the invasion of Wu State's army was a fact. After losing the three border cities, Chu State had no danger to defend.

The reason why Zhang Juxian locked himself in his study for a day was because his three disciples were preparing to go to the border.

Be loyal to the king and serve the country.

This is the thought he imparted to these disciples.

"Although I don't have the strength to tie a chicken, I still have to go out to kill the enemy. If the enemy's cavalry is allowed to step in, the mountains and rivers will be broken and the people will suffer."

The next day, Zhang Juxian wrote back with two words: "Treasure."

Zhang Juxian's disciples went to the border. Many bloody young people in Wuyidu heard about the massacre of the city by Wu State, and they also responded one after another and signed up to join the army.

Before these young people left for the frontier, the magistrate of Lantian County came to see them off with the gentry and gentry, and the common people also walked in to see them off.

The crowd was huge.

"May God bless our country of Chu!"

I don't know who shouted, and everyone at the scene immediately started shouting.

Zhang Juxian was also in the crowd. The fifty-year-old man was also shouting along with his neck and red face.

"May God bless our country of Chu."

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However, the state of Chu had been a traitor for thirty years, and its national power was declining. It was no match for the state of Wu. One after another, bad news came back from the border.

House after house was hung with white cloth.

This day.

Zhang Juxian went up the mountain again.

"Taoist Priest, I'm here to say goodbye to you."

"You're a scholar of only fifty years, what's the use even if you go to the battlefield?"

The young Taoist priest knew Zhang Juxian's purpose. The Chu State had been defeated one after another, and the government had begun to arrest strong men everywhere, even the fifty-year-old man.

But Zhang Juxian has a very high reputation in Lantian County, so he will not be caught as a young man.

"My nine disciples are all gone. How can I, as a teacher, live in an ignoble existence? The students have all been polished, and now it's my turn."

The young Taoist priest glanced at Zhang Juxian silently, and the next moment he raised his hand, and a table of food and wine appeared out of thin air.

Zhang Juxian looked at the sudden appearance of food and wine and blinked his eyelids, but he was not too shocked. He had long known that the Taoist priest was extraordinary.

After so many years, both of his temples have become white, but the Taoist priest's appearance remains the same as before. This is something that ordinary people can do.

"Since you have the intention to leave, this table of wine can be considered as practicing with you."

"Thank you, Taoist Master."

Zhang Juxian was not polite. He did not ask the Taoist Master to take action. How could a master like the Taoist Master be affected by him?

After the banquet ended, Zhang Juxian went down the mountain.

The next day.

Zhang Juxian, who set off with the team that was captured and headed for the border, suddenly shouted: "Let's go, may God bless my country of Chu!"

This time, however, he received only silence.

The people in the team were all forcibly captured, so how could they care about the Chu State.

There was only resentment in the eyes of the people.

On Wuyi Mountain, the young Taoist priest said helplessly: "You are really a second grader."

Zhang Juxian went to the frontier, but failed to change the situation of the war.

Three months later, Wu Guo captured the capital of Chu State and Chu State was destroyed.

The magistrate of Lantian County immediately submitted a letter of surrender to the Wu Kingdom and informed the people in the jurisdiction that from now on you will be the people of the Wu Kingdom.

The young Taoist priest on Wuyi Mountain had an angry look on his face for the first time.

"If you die, everything will be over. You can go and take a walk."

The snake beside him nodded, he knew what the senior was talking about.