I was fucked by Zheng Ge as soon as I crossed over

"Hmph, damned traitors, they had no other options, so they trapped me in this mountain valley, leaving me to rot in the ground with them..."

It was still an old piece of clothing from a few years ago, and the corners were already worn and white.

Lu Sheng squatted in front of the stove, cursing angrily under his breath, and threw a few pieces of firewood into the stove.

"Look at them, those who are taking the exams for the scholar degree and the jinshi degree, they are now starting to change the system again."

Speaking of this, anger welled up in his heart. "Once the system is changed, how many new official positions will be vacant? Those Jinshi are really lucky."

I hate myself for getting on this pirate ship and now I can’t get off even if I want to.

Ugh……

One wrong step and one wrong step after another.

Recently, more people have been looking at him.

The weather was hot, and the temperature in the furnace room was unbearable.

He wiped the sweat from his face, unable to bear it any longer, and stood up and walked out the door.

As he reached the door, he was met by two young men who were looking at him.

"Master, are you feeling hot? Here is some cold tea."

Lu Sheng nodded and followed the two of them to the stone bench under the shade of a tree nearby.

After drinking a cup of cold tea, the feeling of heat in my heart finally subsided a little.

"Where did Mr. Tian and the others go? I haven't seen them for several days..."

The two exchanged glances. Ding Ning, the older of the two, nodded slightly and replied softly, "Master and the others have gone into the mountains."

Is it a real trip into the mountains or a fake one?

Lu Sheng did not argue with them.

It would be best if they really went into the mountains and encountered some accidents, so that he could find a chance to escape.

If you escape now, you might be able to catch up with the next scientific examination.

With all his skills, isn't he better than those guys who haven't even grown all their hair yet?

The sun sets and the weather gets darker.

Until after dinner, Lu Sheng did not see Tian Lingzi.

Humph……

Lu Sheng rolled his eyes secretly and went back to his room to rest.

He doesn't care about those traitors, he just wants them to never come back.

The temperature in the mountains is much lower than at the foot of the mountain. The night is as cool as water. The moon hangs high on the branches, and the moonlight falls lightly on the winding mountain road.

Tian Lingzi is indeed deep in the mountains.

The hunched figure stretched out in the moonlight, his long robe swaying gently in the mountain breeze. The trees beside him were towering into the clouds, their branches and leaves intertwined, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

"Master, it's late. Let's take a rest for a night before continuing." Duan Yuan, who was supporting Tian Lingzi, suggested in a low voice.

There was a trace of fatigue on his face, and the sweat on his forehead gleamed in the moonlight. After traveling for several days, he was a little tired.

Tian Lingzi stopped, supported his waist with one hand, took a deep breath, and looked at the disciples behind him.

The disciples in the team all looked tired. Some were leaning on wooden sticks, while others were supporting each other. There were scratches on everyone's clothes from being torn by branches, and their feet were covered with mud.

"Okay, let's take your things and rest here."

After saying that, he also leaned on the big tree next to him with all his strength and sat down.

Who cares whether it is clean or not.

He is old.

The disciples could carry it on the flat ground, but on the steep mountain roads, they could only climb one by one.

His old bones really can't take it anymore.

The disciples around had dispersed and cleaned up the ground a little, creating a flat surface suitable for resting.

Soon, a simple felt mat was laid on the ground.

Duan Yuan helped Tian Lingzi walk to a relatively sturdy tree and let Tian Lingzi sit on a foldable stool.

Coincidentally, at this time, the disciples had also collected enough dry wood.

There was a crackling sound, and a blazing fire illuminated the dark night.

"Master, have some water." Duan Yuan took out a water bag from his bag and handed it to Tian Lingzi.

Tian Lingzi took the water bag, took a sip, and looked into the distance.

Under the moonlight, the mountains are undulating and shadowy, as if hiding endless secrets.

"Duan Yuan, do you think they are still there?" Tian Lingzi's voice was solemn, and he seemed to be talking to himself.

Duan Yuan was slightly stunned, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Master, we will soon reach our destination. We will know when we get there."

Tian Lingzi nodded and sighed with regret, "Who could have imagined that the Xiang family would be defeated so easily."

After taking a few deep breaths, he continued, "I originally thought that they would fail at most in assassinating me, but I never imagined that they would end up losing more than they gained, and even the uncle and nephew of the Xiang family were arrested."

"Alas..." Duan Yuan was also distressed. "Fortunately, they didn't reveal the whereabouts of the private soldiers, so the hard work of the warriors was preserved."

This time they went into the mountains for this army.

Several of Xiang Liang's leaders have been trapped in Xianyang.

Now this team is like a headless fly, not knowing where to go.

They must quickly find the hiding place of this group of people and calm their hearts, otherwise, they might disband on the spot, and it would be difficult to find them again.

"Junior brother said that when they were delivering the weapons, they tracked the Xiang family's troops and confirmed that they were heading towards this mountain range."

Duan Yuan added in a low voice, "We've already searched several nearby mountains, the only ones missing are the two in front."

Tian Lingzi showed a relieved smile on his face: "You have all worked hard on this journey, sleeping in the open and eating in the wind. When you find that group of people, you must rest well."

Duan Yuan bowed, "Master, you've worked the hardest."

Several disciples sat around a campfire not far away, stringing bean cakes together on wooden sticks and roasting them over the campfire.

In the middle of the campfire, there were several iron kettles with finely chopped meat soup boiling in them.

Soon, the aroma of food wafted out, and the group of people, who were tired and cold, couldn't help swallowing.

One of the young disciples skillfully served a bowl of thick soup and rice and brought it to Tian Lingzi.

"Master, drink some broth to warm yourself up."

Tian Lingzi took the bowl and looked at everyone lovingly, "You guys eat too. Once you're full, take a rest quickly. We still have a few days to go."

"Hey, Master, I'll go get you another bean cake."

As the night deepened, bursts of insect chirping could be heard from the forest.

The bonfire was filled with firewood and burned brighter and brighter until dawn, when it gradually went out, leaving only faint sparks.

Most of the disciples were still sleeping, their tired faces looking exceptionally peaceful in the moonlight.

Tian Lingzi was already awake. He looked at the morning light in the sky, his thoughts drifting away.

Last month, Mo Xin wrote to me, saying that he had successfully gained a foothold in the government and, taking advantage of the opportunity of the restructuring, had entered the Ministry of Industry.

Even though it's just a small role of running errands.

However, there has been an opportunity to contact Shao Zuofu.

Especially the Great Qin Academy.

Is the King of Qin really so magnanimous?

Can the opinions of various schools be spread in that academy?

He couldn't understand it...

Especially what Mo Xin said in the letter about his experience of attending the class as an auditor.

According to him, he attended open classes taught by Gongshujia, Mohism and Taoism in that academy.

In class, each doctor talked about his own classics.

Including Mo Jiang of the Mohist school, every word and action of his followed the Mohist tradition and was not much different from what they had learned.