If the sect doesn't accept geniuses, they will become giants once they leave?

Chapter 214 The Past of Emperor Yu

Li Yanmo arrived at the Sutra Repository with ease.

For the past eight years, he'd spent his free time making architectural models. As a qualified time traveler, Li Yanmo's many advanced ideas had been recognized by Master Ji. In the past two years, Master Ji had become obsessed with building blocks based on Lego. He even created a new space in the Sutra Library to store various models.

When Li Yanmo found Mr. Ji, he was sitting in a building made of building blocks.

When he saw Li Yanmo, Mr. Ji also waved happily.

As for Li Yanmo, Mr. Ji really liked him more and more the more he looked at him, but it was a pity that he was not his son.

Oh no, if it was his son, it would be a big trouble. Fortunately, it is not his son.

"Hey, Xiao Li, you're here——"

"Old Ji, I want to ask something about your son," Li Yanmo originally wanted to ask directly about the current Emperor Yu, but thinking of what Jiang Baili said about this generation of Emperor Yu beating Old Ji when he succeeded, Li Yanmo felt that young people should not be rash in doing things, but should proceed step by step.

"Son? Which son are you talking about?"

Old Ji lazily laid out sixteen building block figures, each with a different number marked on its belly, but ten was missing.

"Uh, Mr. Ji, who is your eldest son?"

"Oh~ Ji Fan, this is my childhood sweetheart, the eldest son born to my queen, and also my favorite son." Old Ji picked up the first little man, a soft light flashing in his eyes, reminiscing about the past.

"I hope he lives an ordinary life and never follows in my footsteps, so I have been whipping him since he was young and wanting him to be motivated."

"But every family has its own problems. Ji Fan thought I was being unkind and only called me Your Majesty. I had no choice but to let him govern for a year. Since then, Ji Fan has been calling me "Dad" all the time. What a pity! I thought he could govern for a few more years."

"Uh...what about your youngest son?"

"Oh~ Ji Chen, eh—I won't lie, my youngest son and I aren't close at all. Every time he sees me, the first thing he says is "old bastard." He asks me why I couldn't control my lower body and not ejaculate onto the wall, forcing him to train to death every day," Elder Ji sighed helplessly. "It's not my fault. Who would have thought those princes and princesses could actually find ancient aphrodisiacs to deal with me? But my youngest son is also very talented."

Li Yanmo felt that the discussion was almost over, so he boldly asked, "What about your tenth son, the current Emperor Yu?"

Upon hearing the name of the current Emperor Yu, Elder Ji snorted coldly, "That rebellious son! I've already decided to abdicate the throne to him, risking public condemnation. Yet, he remains unsatisfied, haunted by his inner demons and possessed. I risked serious injury to finally wake him. If I hadn't cherished his talent and refused to compete with him, he wouldn't have been able to sit on that throne!"

Old Ji put his hands behind his back and sighed repeatedly, like a transcendent saint.

"Master Ji, there is no one else here."

"Damn it—I'm so jealous! That little bastard is so resourceful. Not only did he use such a cruel method to remove himself from the battle for the crown prince, he also used the vicious scheme of giving me aphrodisiacs to increase the number of new princes to win over the other princes and princesses!"

Ji Lao's true identity was exposed in an instant, and he punched his leg.

"I couldn't think of such a good idea back then!"

Li Yanmo suddenly felt that it was not strange that Mr. Ji was pressed on a chair and beaten by his own son.

After thinking for a while, Li Yanmo told about Emperor Yu’s unusual behavior in recent years and the conflicts between the noble marquises and the commoner marquises.

"Jixia Academy? Confucian scholars actually used that thing? Using the various princes and princesses as the crown prince, they can only come up with one future?"

Mr. Ji realized the seriousness of the problem and put down the villain in his hand.

"Although that little bastard was unfilial, he was a wise ruler who loved his people like his own children. He would never do anything dangerous that would affect Dayu's people. But... the multiple futures predicted by the Jixia Academy are all consistent. This situation is unprecedented."

"That little bastard is proficient in all kinds of methods. I'm afraid he has discovered something."

"So... are you planning to get involved in the affairs between the commoner marquis and the aristocratic marquis?" "It won't do me any good if anything happens to Dayu," Li Yanmo said, sighing helplessly with his hands on his hips.

Old Ji glanced at Li Yanmo's forehead and noticed the reinforced seal on Li Yanmo's forehead. After thinking about it, he picked up a seal made of building blocks and knocked it on Li Yanmo's forehead.

"Okay, it doesn't matter if it's a little more intense."

Li Yanmo touched his forehead and said, "Master Ji, can we use some special effects? This will make me feel more at ease."

Old Ji was more diligent than Jiang Baili. He immediately created powerful effects such as the sun and the moon turned upside down, the mountains and rivers were damaged, etc. It looked like he was going to kill Li Yanmo in an instant, but in the end he still took the building block seal and knocked it on Li Yanmo's forehead.

Li Yanmo, his vanity satisfied, happily returned to the cabin and sat down on a chair with his legs spread wide open. In front of him, Jian Xin was leaning on a broom, his eyes expressionless.

"Boss, let me tell you something. I haven't been resting for eight years and it seems to be not working well, so I plan to go for a walk outside."

"Okay, I see."

Simple and straightforward, Li Yanmo felt that his authority as a master seemed to have improved after eight years of precipitation.

At this time, Zhuge Moer climbed out of the dry well like a female ghost, carrying a bamboo basket on her head. Seeing Li Yanmo sitting with his head bowed and Jian Xin holding a broom, she suddenly realized, "Master, it is a great honor to admit one's mistakes and improve them."

Li Yanmo was shocked. As expected of his smartest disciple, he could see through his lies at a glance.

"Old Five, how's the agricultural machinery going?"

"We're working on the magic weapon. But Master, although Qianzhou is a small state, it's vast and rich in resources. There's a lot of land that can be reclaimed. For every piece of farmland we open, we have to add four more machines, and the output won't keep up."

Zhuge Moer, who was leaning on the edge of the dry well, stretched out his hand to Li Yanmo with a smile.

"Master, give me some spirit stones. I want to expand the production line."

"good--"

When it comes to Hua Lingshi, Li Yanmo's favorite is still this fifth disciple. Hua Lingshi really doesn't even blink, like a Pixiu. Oh, no, like a Taotie.

"By the way, Master, I've been trying some new things recently."

After taking the spirit stone, Zhuge Moer did not go down immediately, but continued with a smile.

“Master, do you still remember the tattooed Lingbao?”

"Have you come up with something new?"

Li Yanmo pinched his chin and nodded.

Ever since he got the cold dragon pattern, Li Yanmo hasn't done much research on tattooing magic treasures.

On the one hand, he really has no talent in that area, and on the other hand, Leng Longwen's mental state is worrying. He foams at the mouth as soon as he sees him reading a book on tattoo magic treasures.

However, the tattooed Lingbao is indeed a bottomless pit.

It would be great if Zhuge Moer could dig a new hole.

"I'm making an artificial golden elixir."

"Oh~ I see—hmm—hmm! What did you say?!"

(End of this chapter)