Fish swimming around the world

Wang Xuanji said calmly: "Sacrificing one's life for the Tao is a well-deserved death. As for bloodshed and sacrifice, those who are rebellious can be called bloodshed, and those with different ideas can be called sacrifices. As long as it proves that you are right and for the sake of peace in the world, sacrifice is a sacrifice. I will wait for your merits." On the day of success, even if I die, I will be happy for my enlightenment.”

Jiang Fan cupped his hands and said, "Old Wang is righteous."

Zhang Zhiling said: "There is no need to flatter each other. After all, Lao Wang, do you have a choice now?"

Jiang Fan was stunned. Wang Xuanji made it very clear. Although their hearts are similar, their ways are different. Why does the teacher still ask questions like this?

Zhang Zhiling said: "Since we meet today, there is a reason. I just mentioned so many things just to let you know the origin of Lao Wang's philosophy. Everything has its origin and develops and changes."

Wang Xuanji also smiled slightly: "Old Zhang wants to catch up with the progress. That's fine, boy, there is no need to doubt, I said that the art lies in front of the Tao. In order to practice the Mohist way, you must choose a method, and I, Lao Wang, will I found you to be a good way.”

Jiang Fan was a little surprised for a moment. He seemed to mean something when he said this.

Zhang Zhiling said: "There is no need to be confused. Wang Xuanji has been in the world for decades, and just like me, he is also moving forward in confusion. The way to govern the world is never presented to him by himself. Didn't my teacher only determine the method for his ideas in his seventies? Knowing where to go? Lao Wang is also looking for a way to realize the Mohist ideals, and before that, he will not criticize or even murder people with righteous thoughts. "

Jiang Fan suddenly understood that the teacher was trying to clarify his doubts and truly explain why Wang Xuanji never attacked him or revealed any information about him in the imperial court.

Just because although his ideas are different from his own, his Taoism is consistent.

Wang Xuanji looked at him and said with emotion: "Jiang Fan, I don't know where you come from and what you have in mind, but I can see that you are planning this world, and what you do makes me realize that you are the one who upholds the right path. . Therefore, I have never thought of harming you. As for helping, it is also because I admire Zhang Zaifu, Pei Ge Lao and others for caring about the people of the world. They seem to want to realize their life ambitions by helping you. My king. Why can’t Xuanji?”

Jiang Fan was stunned: "...So, you want to help me?"

Wang Xuanji smiled leisurely: "I still want to try to influence you with my Mohist philosophy, and use your hands to do things that I love the world at the same time."

Jiang Fan slowly exhaled and said after a while: "I... don't really listen to advice."

Wang Xuanji burst out laughing: "Hahaha, that's interesting, that's interesting."

Jiang Fan thought for a while: "I just don't know, Old Wang, how are you going to help me?"

Wang Xuanji poured him a glass of wine with her own hands: "Speaking of which... among the seven stars of bliss, one cannot be missing..."

"You want to return to Lord Tianji?" Jiang Fan's expression changed.

Wang Xuanji nodded: "Why, you're not welcome?"

How could this not be welcomed? Who is this, the leader of the three wise men in the world, the great son of the Mohist family, the wild prime minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the super boss who is ranked in the top five on both the Taiyue Tiance Ranking and the Taihua Magic Ranking, Wang Xuanji!

Jiang Fan stared at him blankly for a moment: "Old Wang... Tianji Xingjun, you are a bit underserved."

Wang Xuanji shook her head and said with a smile: "Isn't Teacher Tianxuan also in your mortal study room? Isn't Wu Qu in your Lishan Mountain? Names have their own uses, it depends on how you use them."

Jiang Fan was immediately speechless, too. Suddenly, he suddenly remembered that he had always planned to find a strategist to take charge of Mortal Residence?

But as soon as he expressed this idea, Wang Xuanji shook her head and refused: "Residence in the mortal world is indeed very tempting, but since I, Old Wang, are known as the Prime Minister of the Opposition, and I am stronger in the opposition than in the court, my identity has not been revealed at the moment. In the imperial court, It’s more useful. You can’t have only Wenqu by your side..."

What he said before made sense. Jiang Fan was listening, but he was shocked by this last sentence.

"What did you say? My father?"

Wang Xuanji nodded repeatedly: "Okay, stop pretending. Who would have thought, Jiang Yulang, King Xiaoyao, or the grandson of the Emperor of Zhou Dynasty? I'm afraid you have already realized that I have determined this."

Jiang Fan sighed: "Yes, I was half sure of it back in Ji Le. It's just that your mind is too unpredictable. Even though I knew you were 60% sure, you still had too many scruples to make it clear. Later, although you and I worked together, , but still haven’t expressed it sincerely.”

Wang Xuanji said: "Similar to me, it wasn't until I saw Wenqu and through him the great scholar Zeng hiding in the basement that I was sure that it was not the prince who was responsible, but that your dead head had really returned to the sun."

Jiang Fan was stunned: "They... trust you so much?"

Wang Xuanji said: "They need to trust me and win over me."

"It's just that from their point of view, it's still a bit hasty." Jiang Fan said doubtfully.

Wang Xuanji blinked: "My son doesn't think it's rash."

"Your son?" Jiang Fan was stunned: "Who?"

"Wenqu, didn't you just say that?"

"Huh?" Jiang Fan opened his mouth wide, "Wenqu...Xiao Wang?"

"That must be the case. Aren't there big and small kings in your Landlords? I'm a big king, and he's a little king, haha."

Jiang Fan was speechless: "What a surprise, Tianji Wenqu is actually father and son."

Wang Xuanji's beard was trembling with joy: "Why, it doesn't look like it? I am a hero and a good man, but my son, Wang Xuanji, can't be called Na Wenquxing?"

"You deserve it, you deserve it, it's not surprising. With a father who is one of the three wisest people in the world, Xiao Wang should be great."

Jiang Fan also lamented that in addition to his brains, his appearance was also inherited from Wang Xuanji. Although he lacked the masculinity, the ultimate femininity was also a rare temperament.

It's no wonder that with the cautiousness of a cheap dad, he dared to fight for Wang Xuanji, because there is such a connection with co-authorship.

But Jiang Fan is sure that the old man will never do it just because of this. His father must have known about their relationship for a long time. Even so, he has not yet questioned Wang Xuanji, Tianji Star King. There must be important reasons, and there must be incomparable processes. Careful inspection and consideration.

Wang Xuanji, a wise man, obviously couldn't hide this question from him, and Jiang Fan also fully understood that his father had been observing Wang Xuanji for a long time, and even his son's election as civil servant and staying by his side had a lot to do with it. He was well aware of Wang Xuanji's philosophy, and after ten years of investigation, he finally determined that Wang Xuanji could win. And this matter was also carried out step by step, and it took several years in between.

The real and thorough clarification begins with the Prince Supervising the Country. Both sides were actually testing the situation before. This is also one of the hidden reasons why Wang Xuanji launched the Sky Fox War. In addition to watching Jiang Fan, he also wanted to observe the prince's reaction.

But the reactions from both sides were so weird, it could even be said to be weird. There was no excuse, no clarification, no admission, no denial, but countless possibilities and doubts were raised.

This was why he was so entangled in Tianji Pavilion at the beginning. After all, he had seen his grandson buried with his own eyes.