When Qing Yu returned to Flying Cloud Pa*s, he saw Gu Chen and the others standing outside the general’s residence, each with a serious expression.
“Looks like there’s trouble on the way!” Qing Yu said with a light laugh.
“Daoist Master Qing Yu has a discerning eye,” Gu Chen saluted with a bitter smile, “The Mountain River Academy, Dean Zhuge Long Su is here.”
“Dean Zhuge ——,” Qing Yu’s face did not change, “It seems that the trouble is not too big.”
Zhuge Long Su has been living within the academy for a long time in recent years and has never gone out, but today he has quietly arrived in this Flying Cloud Pa*s.
In fact, Qing Yu was now almost guessing why Zhuge Long Su had not gone out all these years.
He was rubbing shoulders with the Long River of Vast Qi in the Mountain River Academy and was in tune with it. In this way, he was able to use the Long River of Vast Qi to compete with Ming Rui of the Tong Shen realm at the True Dan realm.
In this way, he was able to attain enlightenment and break through to the Tong Shen realm.
All this was because Zhuge Long Su had constantly honed the Hao Qi Long River over the years, reaching the extreme of the True Dan realm early on, to the extent that he had even felt and manipulated the power of the Tong Shen in advance.
“There is no need to panic, Dean Zhuge has always been a kind and benevolent person, you should not treat him as if he is a Shura evil spirit.” Qing Yu smiled and said.
“Isn’t Dean Zhuge just —— to us,” Gu Chen’s smile grew more and more bitter.
But isn’t that what a Cultivating Evil Ghost is?
This half sentence, Gu Dust did not say, but all the people understood.
Which one of those who cultivate “Hao Rang Zheng Qi” is not a cynical person?
It just so happened that none of the people in the Flying Cloud Pa*s had anything to do with good people. All of them, including Xu Tiecheng, who was not familiar with the inner workings of the water corpse, were involved in making the corpse.
Seeing this, Qing Yu lost his smile a little and said, “Dean Zhuge has long since transcended the limitations of the gongfu. Although it is inevitable to be cynical, it is not without a lack of adaptability. You are equal to the merits of the community, and Dean Zhuge will be considerate.”
Unlike other one-dimensional Confucianists, Zhuge Long Su, a man who has never lacked for adaptability. In the beginning, in order to stabilise the prestige of the first dean, he and the Great Qian Science set up a literary competition for the position, revealing his ability with one victory after another.
In order to develop the Shanhe Academy, Zhuge Longshu granted exemptions to court officials and allowed the sons of official families who were not talented enough to go through the back door.
All this demonstrates the wisdom of Zhuge Long Su, and his ability to be no less than others.
This is a person who knows how to adapt and play tricks better than those old officials, not the kind of nerd who reads stupidly.
Qing Yu comforted Gu Chen and the others and walked into the general’s residence.
In the main hall of the general’s residence, Zhuge Longxu was here. When Qing Yu arrived, he had his back to Qing Yu with his hands folded, looking ahead and not knowing what he was thinking.
Seemingly sensing Qing Yu’s arrival, Zhuge Longjue said indifferently, “Daoist Master Guduan is wrong about one thing. Those who cultivate ‘Hao Ran Zheng Qi’ are not necessarily decent people who are cynical of evil, but may also be hypocrites who falsely adorn their true faces.”
Opening with a comment about ancient dust, it was clear that Zhuge Long Su was not ignorant of the conversation outside the general’s residence. Or rather, he should have been sniffing at the external conversation.
“It seems that President Zhuge is thinking of that Mr. Lu Qingzhu.” Qing Yu smiled lightly and returned.
Lu Qingzhu, Zhuge Longsu’s senior brother, this one had ruthlessly pitted the Mountain River Academy during the fight for position in the literary world. If it wasn’t for the nameless hero Qing Yu, the Mountain River Academy would have been defeated in that last competition for the position in the Literary Altar.
“Lu Qingzhu, indeed, is a hypocrite, but you and others, how are you different from him ——”
Zhuge Long Su slowly turned around and faced Qing Yu, “Should I call you Daoist Master Qing Yu? Or should I call you Mengde?”
A single word revealed Qing Yu’s initial cover-up identity, causing the atmosphere in the main hall to suddenly become acute, Zhuge Longjue and Qing Yu stared at each other head-on, a gloomy aura quietly brewing.
A short while later, Qing Yu suddenly smiled and said: “Meng De or Qing Yu, they are just code names. President Zhuge can call me whatever he wants. Anyway, you should have guessed who Poor Dao is long ago, shouldn’t you?”
For Zhuge Long Su to have guessed those hookups between Qing Yu and Feng Jiuyu, Qing Yu had been prepared for that. After all, when Meng De was captured by the Cang Sheng Sect, Feng Jiuyu had acted with such genuine affection. However, after Feng Jiuyu ascended to the throne, he did not check on Meng De’s whereabouts, as if he had forgotten about his best friend.
At this time, a Daoist priest named Qing Yu suddenly appeared in the Northern Zhou court, who had a close relationship with Feng Jiuyu. This is a cause for suspicion.
Feng Jiuyu and Qing Yu didn’t hide much about their past, as they had already achieved their goal and Feng Jiuyu didn’t get to the top by anyone’s help.
In the beginning, Feng Jiuyu was able to ascend to the throne against the pressure of the Shanhe Academy and Feng Mingxiao. He was not afraid of these people then, so what else would he be afraid of now.
With these traces, it was only natural that if Zhuge Long Su wanted to investigate, he would find out some of the things that happened back then.
“Speaking of which, President Zhuge still has to thank the Poor Dao a little. If it wasn’t for my efforts to save the day, all the students of the Shanhe Academy who were involved in the competition would have been killed.” Qing Yu flicked his dust and laughed.
“You saved all the scholars, but by doing so, you also gave His Majesty the trust of the academy. You should understand the gains and losses of this.”
Zhuge Longxu was totally unconcerned with Qing Yu’s flirtation and returned indifferently.
If it weren’t for the literary contest, it would not have been so simple for Feng Jiuwu to gain the trust and support of the Shanhe Academy. That time, Qing Yu had helped the Mountain River Academy, but he and Feng Jiuyu had received much more afterwards.
“Since we do not owe each other anything, then why did President Zhuge come to seek out the poor Taoist? What is past is past, and even if the abbot regretted it at this time, he would no longer be able to change the situation in Northern Zhou.”
Since Feng Jiuyu ascended to the throne, Northern Zhou had already come under his control. The civil and military officials are not all convinced by Feng Jiuyu, but 90% of them are willing to accept the status quo.
All the major clans are under Qing Yu’s control and can no longer start a rebellion.
As for those officials who graduated from the Shanhe Academy, and other Confucian students ——
I can only say that the academy is a place of learning, not a sect. People have their own aspirations, and they serve the emperor of the Northern Zhou, and will not directly rebel against him just because of a word from the academy.
Even more, many officials and Confucian students who held the idea of loyalty to the emperor threw themselves into the arms of Feng Jiuyu.
Unless Meng Shanhe himself went on a killing spree, all this in the Northern Zhou was already a foregone conclusion.
“That’s right, I can’t change the situation in Northern Zhou.”
Zhuge Longxu nodded frankly. This was the truth, and he had no desire to be sopH*moric.
“But ——” he added with a sudden turn of phrase, “I can’t change the situation, but for the sake of Northern Zhou to develop in a better direction, I can kill you, the Demon Dao.”
