Martial Boss Chapter 91

That night, Qing Yu once again came to room one of the Xuan Zi courtyard where Feng Jiu lived.

During this period of time, Qing Yu had to come to Feng Jiu’s place every night. On the surface, it was naturally to seek advice from his older brother, but in reality, it was to give Feng Jiu a charge so that he would not be killed by the “Black Heavenly Tribulation”.

In recent days, Feng Jiu has become a big celebrity. Among the ordinary students, he was the only core student who often came to cla*s with him. There were even students who were a year ahead of him who asked him for advice.

And he was so easy-going, answering all questions and requests, that he was able to buy a lot of hearts.

Feng Jiu was also shrewd enough to ask those ordinary students to teach him the Six Arts, a skill he was not good at. This made them feel that Feng Jiu was not just a crane, but also a mortal who did not know anything, and that he could really integrate with them.

Moreover, with the magic of the robbery power, Feng Jiu’s learning progressed very quickly, greatly satisfying the sense of achievement and vanity of those ordinary students.

After injecting true qi and resolving the “Black Heavenly Tribulation”, Qing Yu looked at Feng Jiu’s expression of being addicted to extreme happiness and on the verge of flying into the sky and was chilled. After the last conversation, Feng Jiu understood that life is like XX, you can’t resist, so just close your eyes and enjoy it. Then he let go completely, and every time he finished losing his true qi, he acted like this.

This disgusted Qing Yu, having a man watch another man do this kind of gesture was a great challenge to the mind of the eyes.

On the contrary, Qing Yu had to face Feng Jiu at this time. Because, this was the best time to practise hypnosis on Feng Jiu. Even though it seemed that Feng Jiu had given up resistance and resigned herself to her fate for now, the insurance that had to be done still had to be done. Hypnosis also took a large part of the credit for Feng Jiu’s ability to let go so quickly.

After another brainwashing session, Qing Yu waited for Feng Jiu to wake up and asked, “Do you know this person Han Wenxin?”

“Han Wenxin, yes. Dragon posture and phoenix chapter, not inferior to the Marquis of Wenxin back then, great reputation!”

Feng Jiu said good things about Han Wenxin, but the corners of her mouth curved in a sneer.

“Oh,” Qing Yu’s eyebrows rose lightly, “the names are somewhat similar. Heh, seems to be a very interesting person ——”

Feng Jiu was acting so obviously, so how could Qing Yu not see what he meant.

There are also relatively similar dynasties and characters in this world, such as the First Emperor three thousand years ago, and his legendary dynasty, Qin.

Lu Buwei, the legendary Marquis of Wenxin, the legendary figure who speculated and made the best investment of his life in exchange for the powerful position of Minister of State.

“It seems that this contemporary Marquis of Wenxin has taken the Sixth Prince for a different person in Qin.” Qing Yu laughed lightly.

“And how do you not know that he is not treating the Sixth Prince as the First Emperor,” the sneer in Feng Jiu’s eyes intensified, “Moreover, the contemporary Marquis of Wen Xin would not boast himself as no less than the Marquis of Wen Xin.”

“So death-defying?”

Qing Yu was truly stunned. He was the founder of the Miscellaneous School of Confucianism and Mohism, the founder of the Name and Law, and the minister of the Qin Dynasty, a man of a thousand words. The fact that Han Wenxin was boasting about himself was a bit shameless.

Moreover, even though Lu Buwei was a legend, he was still a merchant. For thousands of years, Confucianism had upheld the rule of the scholar, the farmer and the businessman.

Han Wenxin, a scholar, likened himself to a merchant, and in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, where Confucianism was prevalent, he was the enemy of everyone.

“What’s even more interesting is that such a Han Wenxin has also cultivated the Confucianism’s Hao Rang Zheng Qi, don’t you think it’s interesting?” Qing Yu raised his eyebrows and laughed.

“So, you want me to go to this appointment?” Hearing the song of the string and knowing its meaning, Feng Jiu also heard the meaning of Qing Yu’s words.

“Mm,” Qing Yu nodded, “In the past half month, we’ve also hung the Sixth Prince out to dry almost too much, if we hang out any longer, it will be a bit too much.”

“Indeed.” Feng Jiu had also thought of this point.

His Sixth Brother, had patience, but then again, human patience was not infinite. It was rare for the sixth prince, as a royal prince, to keep pasting Feng Jiu, a fallen ninth prince, on his cold a*s with a hot face, but it wouldn’t always be rare. If you dislike someone else’s hot face with your cold a*s again, don’t blame them for being annoyed and angry with the Sixth Prince.

If Feng Jiu were truly a desireless, authentic Confucian son, that would be fine, but the problem is, he is not. The cold face is just to maintain his persona. The Sixth Prince wanted to support Feng Jiu against the Eighth Prince, and Feng Jiu wanted to take advantage of the Sixth Prince’s share of the wind to send himself to the green sky.

“However, it’s fine to go over to the banquet, but you have to think of what face to put on, to face you, the Sixth Brother.”

“How?” Feng Jiu asked.

“Your sixth brother, I think, wants to enlist you with favours and affection to help him deal with the eighth prince. It also has the intention of helping you gain the support of the Mountain River Academy to help him fight for the throne in the future.”

“So, you can go along with his thinking and show your desire for affection so that he thinks he has got it and is at ease with you. Go to the banquet, not because there is any benefit, but because he, the Sixth Prince, is the first brother to release his goodwill towards you. This. You must remember this clearly.”

“If he gives any favours, you may take them, but you must properly show that you are moved by this affection for him, and you must never reveal your ambition, got it. Remember, you are a Confucian disciple who has cultivated a hugely righteous spirit, not an evil person with a demonic mind.”

Speaking here, Qing Yu lost his smile and said, “Confucianism’s Hao Ran Zheng Qi is really a good thing!”

When one cultivates the Hao Ran Zheng Qi, it is equivalent to receiving the production label of a righteous gentleman and having the four words “righteous gentleman” stamped on one’s face in an open and honest manner. This is a recognition of Confucianism’s centuries-old legacy.

Han Wenxin, a self-relegated merchant, is known to outsiders as a maniac with a heart of gold. In Feng Jiu’s case, it also serves as a very good camouflage protection.

“It is indeed a good —— thing,” Feng Jiu also felt the same way.

The disdain and mockery in the past had dissipated in a flash after he had cultivated Hao Rang Zheng Qi. Even under the desperation of his heart in the past, with the mentality that even if I die you can’t live well, all kinds of people he offended were of the opinion that at the beginning he was just a thoughtless mistake and was actually still a good person at heart.

“Once the lead is gone, sprouting a million glories”, “the prodigal son returns to gold” —— all kinds of praise, shaping Feng Jiu into a stranger he doesn’t even know.

“With this ‘righteous gentleman’ label, it is difficult for the sixth prince to disbelieve you. You just hang on to this good man label, enjoy the pull of the emperors and develop slowly.”

“Yes extremely.” Although Feng Jiu didn’t know the word “label”, it didn’t stop him from understanding the meaning of “label” by combining the words before and after.

“Right ——” Qing Yu suddenly clapped his hands, “This is the reading tips that Han Wenxin brought to bribe me today, maybe we can see some clues about him from this.”

Qing Yu took out the small booklet with the unhealthy colored cover from his sleeve and handed it to Feng Jiu to look at.

If he could really tell Han Wenxin’s person from this little yellow book, he would still need Feng Jiu’s help. Qing Yu, a scum who had entered the Shanhe Academy on the basis of reference answers, still had some 13 numbers.