Chapter 325 Two Pairs of Fathers and Sons

sters on the Daoist Achievement List.Besides Fu Baosong, who fought to the death and received a "barely passable" evaluation, his evaluation of others was "low-quality."Finally, the headmaster of Wanj...As soon as Master Chongxuan spoke, the atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly shifted.

Zhong Xueming's expression softened, his diligent kneading of legs slowing down.

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Zhonghuan was still in a good mood at first.

Though it is said that Wang Yiwu and his own father "joined forces" and, in less than a year, ruined his business. It's indeed a headache.

But the news that guy brought back from Jianfeng Mountain in Xia Guo, a celebratory dispatch for Chongxuan's triumph over Tianfu, was still uplifting.

It is especially joyful today with three generations together, chatting and catching up. It truly is a delightful thing in life.

To steal half a day of leisure in this fleeting life!

But the old man's words...

Since Ruan Jianzheng, who could befriend Bo Wang Hou, must surely be the Chief Inspector of Heavenly Inspection, Ruan Qiu.

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The renowned Linzi's tallest building, Guanxinglou Observatory, belonged to the Qitianjian (Imperial Astronomical Bureau). Every day, when the sound of the Chaozhen Bell rang at the Ziji Hall during morning court, it was struck by the personnel of the Qitianjian.

For many people, this is an extremely mysterious office. They indeed don't involve themselves much in politics.

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But truly weighty people naturally know the weight of the Imperial Observatory.

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However, the Astronomical Bureau held a high position, and its director, Ruan Qiong, was not someone anyone could easily approach. Unless it were Old Master Chongxuan, who had a distinguished military career and was highly respected, his descendants might not have had the opportunity to "advise" Ruan Qiong's daughter.

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But although it is an “opportunity,” it is not something that everyone wants.

At that time, Chongxuan was lazily sitting on the stone steps. His left hand rested on his left knee, holding a book and slightly drooping. He listened to his father and grandfather's sporadic chatter in his ears. His right elbow was propped up on his right knee, supporting his sharp chin as he gazed at the distant sky in thought.

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Upon hearing this, I merely twitched the corner of my mouth and chuckled softly, "Even Master Ruan can't teach him properly, he must be hopelessly stupid. My grandson, perhaps it's best not to waste your effort."

Zhong Xuanming's hand was moving slower...

Although he admitted that he sometimes oversimplified problems, he wasn't a fool. Especially after sixty years of life, he had been taught by his grandfather almost all the way through. He was still very adept at reading people and situations.

The atmosphere right now is very dangerous...

The old man didn't show any emotion, he just said lightly, "These are the rules passed down through generations. Even if descendants are successful, they should still respect them."

“Grandpa.” Chong Xuan retracted his gaze, moving the elbow he had been propping up on his knee. The book in his left hand rotated slightly.

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He smiled in the sunlight: “Actually, I never really understood what rules are.”

“A compass is a tool for drawing circles, and a ruler is a tool for drawing squares. How did these two tools become ‘rules’ They only became rules because everyone has to follow them.”

"Who made the rules Was that person right Does their circle really draw a circle, and their rectangle really draw a rectangle"

All the former prodigies are gone now! Every generation has its own style and rules.

"As long as I am strong enough, stronger than everyone. One day, I can also say..."

He held a book in his left hand, drew a circle in the air, and smiled: “This is what a square really is.”

The courtyard of the Marquis of Boping's residence was not as quiet as it usually was at this time.

Those domestic servants continued to do their work as usual, some moving about and others tending to the flowers. In short, everyone was busy with their own tasks, seemingly oblivious to what the master was saying.

But the atmosphere was somewhat stiff.

Zhong Xuanyun, a veteran of countless battles, rode his horse through life. He was respected and feared by all in the army, even Jiang Mengxiong, the legendary war god, showed him deference.

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Looking forward, he held the family together; looking back, he raised excellent children. After Zhong Xueming refused to lead troops, in order to regain Qi Emperor's trust, it was he who donned his old armor again and, with a body no longer at its peak, fought for the country on the battlefield of Qixia.

Throughout all of Qi, there aren't many who can compare to his seniority.

Within the Heixuan family, he too held considerable weight. He always said what was on his mind.

But Chongxuan is obviously too assertive.

As a responsible and duty-bound father, as well as a smart and filial son, he naturally couldn't remain silent in this situation.

He had to maintain stability within the Chongxuan family, smoothing over the tension between the grandfather and grandson. He needed to propel the Chongxuan family toward a brighter and more distant future, so that he could have more fun... That's getting off topic.

In short, he has to stand up for himself.

“Ahem.” Chong Xuan Ming Guang cleared his throat. “I’d like to say a few words about this…”

Old Master Chongxuan abruptly stood up from the lounge chair, nearly causing Chongxuan Mingguang, who was sitting on a small stool, to fall over.

At a glance, Chong Xuan Mingguang glared at him. Even in his twilight years, the old lion was still awe-inspiringly majestic.

"Squeeze, squeeze, you have no strength at all! You can't even do that much! Did you eat too much I gave birth to four sons, and you are the only one who is a glutton!"

Let's just curse it, with a flick of my robe sleeve, I angrily strode away.

Zhong Xueming Guang blinked his eyes, looking at the back of his grandfather with a hint of grievance. Then he turned his head to look at his promising son.

Zhong Xuan silently unfurled the scroll and held it upright, shielding his face.

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Knowing the preciousness of this time, none of my acquaintances, including Zheng Shangming, came to disturb me. Even Yan Fu, who was unusually close to me, spared me from his frequent invitations for meals.

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Jiang Wang devoted himself wholeheartedly to his cultivation, continuing this way until the sixth day after the master's ceremony.

That's the time to head to the Pavilion of Generals.

The Pointing General Platform is located in the west of the city.

In the past, when generals went into battle, they would set up their formations at this spot, hence the name Dianjiangtai (The General's Point).

Under the Pointed Generals' Platform, there is a vast schoolyard.

All of Qi's elite troops, including those who had perished, once underwent inspection here. As a result, the place exuded an atmosphere of solemnity and military might that could not be dispelled.

Standing on the stage, one can easily imagine the scene of soldiers lining up below and flags waving in the sky. That strong military aura can also easily make people feel the atmosphere of a battlefield.

Jiang Wang has been on the battlefield, so he doesn't feel out of place here.

While the silver-armored frost spear, Ji Zhao'nan, was like a fish out of water elsewhere, here he was perfectly at ease.

In comparison, Chong Xuan in his white robes seems somewhat out of place, but he doesn't seem bothered at all. Instead, there's a sense of composure and nonchalance about him, as if he's effortlessly serene amidst the carnage.

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This platform is very simply constructed, it can be said to be a completely open high stage without even a railing.

Only various sword cuts, knife cuts, and gun shot wounds on the platform are deep—it is said that many famous generals of Qi State practiced martial arts here, hence these traces.

As time passed, it eroded all its charm.

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But at that time, the direction, intensity, and subtle nuances of these traces left behind are something that can be reconstructed according to one's own understanding.

Jiang Wang, Ji Zhaonan, and Chong Xuanzun, these three people didn't really have much to talk about with each other individually. Let alone together.

So, they each took a side of the stage and admired those marks, trying their best to recall the scenes of famous generals' martial arts in their minds.

After the court meeting was adjourned, Yi Xingchen, the imperial scholar, came over and saw this scene.

Three people stood facing away from each other in a triangular formation.

Ji Zhao nan stood straight, his eyes fixed on the ground. His hand holding the spear named Shao Hua trembled slightly. There was no sound, no gust of wind, as if he was mentally sparring with those famous generals in his mind,

Zhong Xuan stood rigidly, focusing intently on the object in his hand.

And there was Jiang Qingyang, squatting on the ground like an old farmer checking the soil, using his fingertips to feel the traces of the martial arts practice.ersation inside from outside the stone chamber, but she must surely have her own way.It has to be said, she's very good at masking her emotions. It's no wonder she's been a competitor to Hai Zongming...