Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 110: Blood-Stained Urgent Letter: Sacrifices and Seeds

"Don't panic, I'm not dead, the situation is still under control."

Xin Zhuo remained silent for a while, smiled, and asked, "When did Su Miaojin leave?"

"Oh, thanks to Miss Su."

Han Qiniang's big eyes sparkled, her face filled with admiration. "Miss Su took care of the leader meticulously for a whole eighteen days, only just leaving the mountain. Before she left, she even left a note."

"I told you to study more. That's called being attentive and meticulous."

Murong Xiuxiu corrected Han Qiniang's choice of words, took out the note from the side, and handed it to Xin Zhuo. He sighed, "Who would have thought that the Su Miaojin from back then would be so formidable? And she repaid grievances with kindness. Truly worthy of being a noble lady with an extraordinary background. How can she be compared to that cunning and vicious nun princess?"

He completely forgot that it was he who had instigated the leader to take her in.

Xin Zhuo coughed violently for a while, then took the note. There was only a row of delicate small characters written on it: "Meridians severed, powerless to help, take care!"

There wasn't much meaning in it, and it didn't even mention the three favors promised beforehand. But...

This favor was truly difficult to repay, and it even made people feel ashamed of their past actions.

"Help me up! Accompany me down the mountain!"

Xin Zhuo coughed forcefully again, struggling to sit up.

"Leader, your body..."

Cui Ying'er originally wanted to refuse sternly, but seeing Xin Zhuo's expression that brooked no argument, she could only sigh and help him up.

With Huang Dagui carrying Xin Zhuo on his back, the group hurriedly made their way down the mountain.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, the first light of dawn was breaking, and the world was covered in a pale gray. On the official road, a grand carriage, surrounded by dozens of Southern Li old soldiers, slowly drove away.

Xin Zhuo stubbornly got off Huang Dagui's back, staggered towards the carriage, and bowed deeply.

The carriage seemed to sense something and slowed down slightly. The curtain was lifted, revealing a beautiful face with a smile that was warm and sincere.

The carriage gradually disappeared into the distance, until it vanished at the end of the yellowish morning light on the official road.

"Cough, cough..."

Xin Zhuo coughed violently until his face turned red, then pale.

"Leader!"

Everyone quickly carried him and hurried back to Fulong Village.

As soon as they entered the village, everyone was taken aback and quickly stood in front of Xin Zhuo.

In the courtyard stood twenty people, all dressed in the attire of Qiu Gongge scholars. They were none other than Bai Xuanji, Helian Sheng, Li Xiyue, Feng Sanbao, and the other students of the Yikui Academy.

Seeing everyone return, the students immediately bowed in salute. "Master Xin! How is your health?"

"Cough... Just a waste... Cough..."

Xin Zhuo coughed again and again, weakly looking at the group. "Is there... something?"

Bai Xuanji took a step forward, full of concern, and hesitated for a moment. "We have two things to discuss with Master. First is the formal gift of discipleship..."

"The formal gift of discipleship" was the gift given when formally becoming a disciple. Although they had only followed Xin Zhuo for a short time, they had benefited greatly from both the "Tao Te Ching" and "The Art of War." Xin Zhuo was definitely worthy of the title "teacher."

As he spoke, four students behind him had already carried a large box and placed it aside.

"Secondly..." Helian Sheng bowed and said, "We have come to bid farewell to Master Xin."

"You... cough... all want to leave?" Xin Zhuo asked in surprise.

Helian Sheng's expression turned heavy. "News came from the capital that the Emperor is seriously ill. The teachers have said that everything here has been settled, and Qiu Gongge, including Shuiyue An, will be heading to the capital in a few days. Qiu Gongge will merge with Qiu Shan Academy, and Shuiyue An will merge with Dafu An. As for us third-year students, we will either enter the court as officials or join the military. The new students will go to Qiu Shui Academy to study. That's why..."

"Bring me pen, ink, paper, and inkstone!"

Ignoring the objections of Cui Ying'er and the others, Xin Zhuo struggled to get down. Although his meridians were severed and his body was extremely weak, his limbs could still move with great effort.

Murong Xiuxiu and Han Qiniang were puzzled, but they quickly brought over a table and chairs, and took out pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Amidst the curious gazes of all the students and bandits, Xin Zhuo sat down with difficulty, coughed heavily for a while, dipped the brush in ink, and began to write swiftly.

Bai Xuanji and the others were puzzled and instinctively approached to take a look. Once they looked, they couldn't move their eyes anymore. Their expressions were nervous, excited, and thrilled.

They saw that the paper was none other than the remaining volume of "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu.

"Cough... cough..."

Xin Zhuo coughed again, causing people's hearts to tremble.

"Master, you can't write anymore! Your body..." Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang immediately stopped him.

Bai Xuanji and the others also wanted to stop him, but they were also filled with anticipation and didn't know what to do.

Xin Zhuo forcefully pushed Cui Ying'er and the two of them aside, disregarding their objections, and continued to write with a fast pen.

One page, two pages, three pages...

One hour, two hours...

Until dusk, nearly a hundred pages had been written on the paper, the brush had worn out three times, and the ink was almost used up. Xin Zhuo's face had turned pale.

Cui Ying'er and the group, along with all the students of Yikui Academy, accompanied him for almost a whole day.

At this moment, the remaining content of the "Tao Te Ching," the remaining content of "The Art of War," including the entire "Thirty-Six Strategies," were all written down. Everything that was remembered had been transcribed.

"Pfft..."

Xin Zhuo wrote the last word, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out, staining the thick folded paper. Although it didn't affect the viewing, it was extremely eye-catching and desolate.

"Master!"

"Teacher!"

Everyone in the courtyard hurried forward.

Xin Zhuo waved his hand to stop them and looked firmly at the twenty students of Yikui Academy. "With the addition of the 'Thirty-Six Strategies,' these three texts on military strategy, copy and study them carefully. In the future, it will be enough to make you outstanding individuals, capable of governing the world, leading armies, and fighting on the battlefield without any difficulty."

Cough, cough, cough... This is my lifelong effort. I will only pass it on to you twenty people, unrelated to Qiugong Pavilion. Cough, cough, you must not pass it on to the twenty-first person. After remembering, destroy the original manuscript. Can you do it?"

"We will follow your teachings!"

The crowd looked at the person in front of them, who was extremely weak but suddenly emitted an unparalleled aura, and they were not only awed but also moved.

To entrust the three classics that could govern the world to them in his critical condition, the blood on the original text that couldn't be washed away stirred their nerves.

Xin Zhuo possessed extraordinary talent, unmatched by anyone else!

Unforgettable in this lifetime!

The students bowed again, their eyes already red.

"Very well, pfft..."

Xin Zhuo once again sprayed out a mouthful of blood and fainted on his back.

"Master!"

The students' expressions changed, and they hurried forward again.

At this moment, dull bell sounds came from both the east and west directions, one after another, without stopping.

The group of students instinctively stopped and listened, their faces changing drastically.

"It's probably news that the emperor has passed away!"

Helián Sheng's face turned extremely ugly. He respectfully picked up the blood-stained manuscript and looked at the unconscious Xin Zhuo. He said to Cui Ying'er and the others, "We are leaving. We won't forget Master's teachings. Take good care of him!"

...

The group of students had already left.

The distant bell continued to ring.

Xin Zhuo, who had been carried back to the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and immediately summoned the Lunar Serenity Well.

Yes, although his meridians were temporarily severed and he couldn't use martial arts, he could still summon the Lunar Serenity Well.

Looking at the medical skill "xxxx" in the well and the debts ranging from fifty to one hundred owed by the twenty students, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he murmured:

"Damn it, the seeds have been planted. Willing to be torn apart, daring to bring down the emperor. In my lifetime, Xin Zhuo will definitely exterminate the Water Moon Temple and Qiugong Pavilion, offering the Practitioners of the world as sacrifices. I will teach you, the dogshit Great Zhou Dynasty, a lesson!"

(End of this chapter)