Capítulo 2240: Chapter 10: History Has Its Own Sayings (3)
The result imdiately t Jiang Wang again inside the Puppet Pavilion.
After the Moism class ended, he lingered in the Puppet Pavilion and didn’t leave, waiting until Jiang Wang left before stepping out. Yet again, he ran into Jiang Wang at the Legalists’ schoolhouse nad “Execution Ground.”
The whole class was uneasy, akin to undergoing punishnt. It truly lived up to the na Execution Ground!
He exercised patience over and over again, until after class, he finally couldn’t hold back and stopped in front of Jiang Wang: “We’ve already settled our grievances, haven’t we?”
Jiang Wang nodded with a hint of amusent: “That’s right, indeed.”
The minor conflict between him and Xie Baoshu had long been resolved by Xie Huaian.
Having bullied Xie Xiaobao so many tis, truth be told, seeing him still felt kind of endearing.
But Xie Baoshu obviously held a different opinion. He glared at Jiang Wang angrily, lowering his voice: “Then why do you keep following ?! If you want to deal with , confront directly, don’t play any tricks. Don’t think I’m unaware, yesterday during the Confucianism class, your gaze at was off!”
Jiang Wang felt quite helpless: “You’re overthinking it! I’m just attending my classes, not following you.”
“Better not be,” Xie Baoshu snorted and left with a guarded expression.
Shenshi.
Under Jixuegong Sword Platform.
Xie Baoshu was chatting and laughing with Bao Zhongqing. As fellow young masters from Linzi, they had quite a few common topics. Suddenly, his gaze swept across and he saw Jiang Wang appear once more.
He suddenly couldn’t laugh.
Not only could he not laugh, but he also adopted a bold stance, striding towards Jiang Wang with determination.
He glared at Jiang Wang angrily: “Jiang! What do you really want? Don’t think I’m afraid of you!”
Feeling even himself that this statent lacked impact, he paused and then added: “If it weren’t for my uncle telling not to cause trouble, I wouldn’t be so polite to you!”
Jiang Wang blinked: “I don’t want anything; I’m just here for class.”
“Military tactics and Moism are one thing. Swordsmanship class too?” Xie Baoshu could no longer endure Jiang Wang’s teasing, yelling out of control: “Don’t tell you’re here to learn swordsmanship as well!”
“Yes, I’m not,” Jiang Wang casually brushed him aside and walked onto the Sword Platform, glancing at the trainees below: “I’m here to teach you.”
Xie Baoshu was stunned.
Bao Zhongqing remained silent.
Wen Lianmu looked at Wang Yiwu, who folded his arms without speaking.
Li Longchuan was also present, holding a long sword in its sheath, smiling as he watched the scene unfold.
Gu Yan’s expression was complex.
Yet today, as Jiang Wang stood on the platform, with a deanor of calm and majesty, he already displayed the deanor of a Grandmaster.
He spoke slowly to the elite students below: “The Priest said the swordsmanship instructor recently went out on business and couldn’t teach. So during this ti, I’ll be teaching the swordsmanship classes… This is a responsibility I can’t avoid.”
Of course, the Priest’s original words were that the Marquis Wu’an’s swordsmanship far exceeded that of the current swordsmanship instructor. Since he is at the academy, it makes sense to contribute sothing.
Jiang Wang said while looking down: “I don’t talk much about theories. So… We’ll fight and explain at the sa ti. Of course, I’ll suppress my cultivation so as not to bully you.”
Xie Baoshu’s face turned extrely unpleasant, realizing his handso face might suffer today, but he couldn’t bring himself to retreat in front of everyone. At that mont, he gritted his teeth, filled with hatred in his heart.
But Jiang Wang’s gaze only swept past him and landed on Wang Yiwu.
His tone was calm: “Brother Wang, I’d like you to be my partner for sparring.”
Wang Yiwu was carrying a military short sword today and didn’t hesitate for a mont, striding toward the platform.
One man alone seed like a cavalry charging into battle.
“A chance to learn swordsmanship from the Marquis Wu’an, I’ve been looking forward to it for a long ti!”
…
At almost the sa ti, Zhongxuan Zun, drafted by the Priest at Jixuegong, also appeared here.
Unlike Jiang Wang’s helplessness, Zhongxuan Zun appeared quite cheerful.
He stood smiling on the platform at that mont, nodding toward a certain chubby person below: “Co up.”
“Huh? Isn’t this the Gua Platform? Damn, I’ve gone to the wrong place!” Zhongxuan Sheng muttered loudly while heading outside, breaking into a run as he reached the door.
But suddenly, a terrifying suction force occurred.
By the ti he struggled free, he was already on stage, with a knife held in his hand.
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