C161 The Battle of the School

In the Shangguan household, in the room with the usual grandiose decorations of the Chinese style, Shangguan Wan'er sat in front of the window in a daze, bored beyond words.

"Um …" So boring. When will these days of being in a daze at home end? " Shangguan Wan'er let out a nasal sound before grumbling.

Sitting in front of the windowsill, she could see the scenery outside the window.

It was late autumn of October in the north. Although there were no birdsong or fragrant flowers, it was currently dusk. As the sun slowly set, the great geese flew towards the south in preparation for winter. It was still incredibly beautiful.

However, after watching this scene for a long time, Shangguan Wan'er still felt bored.

"Wan Er, you and Xiao Wen are destined to be different people. Your father is a scholar, he is a scholar, he is destined to never become your teacher. "

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind Shangguan Wan'er.

Wan'er turned to see Shangguan Tinzhi walking in, dressed in a gorgeous red robe and touching her makeup.

Wan-Er could see the gloomy expression on her father's face.

"Father... "I …" Looking at her father, Wan-Er wanted to explain something.

However, before he could finish his words, he choked in his throat.

That's right! His own father was a Confucian scholar, while Mr. Xiao Wen had the air of a Taoist scholar that could not be ignored.

Even if he had studied Mr Xiao's knowledge and returned home, what use would it be?

That's not right!

Wan-Er shook her head. She was sure that she was very happy during her days of studying with Zhuge Liang and Guan Yu by Xiao Wen's side.

At least, she had enjoyed something she had never enjoyed before.

Unlike Guan Yu and Zhuge Liang, who were born and raised in the clouds and had a bunch of playmates since they were young. Shangguan Wan'er had arrived in the clouds when she was five years old.

To her, everything here was so unfamiliar.

No friends, no familiar people.

Although her father had dressed up the house like he did in the Tang Dynasty, every time she left the house, Wan-Er still felt that the world outside was strange to her.

Wan-Er was scared of the outside world too. She didn't dare go out, so she couldn't make friends.

Being unable to make friends made her even more lonely and fearful of the outside world, much less going out.

That day, Wan-Er was just like today, sitting on the windowsill like she was bored to death. As a result, a ball suddenly flew over the wall of the house and landed on the grass in front of the windowsill.

"Hey!" Little girl, can you pick up that ball for me? "Thank you." Not long after that, Wan-Er saw a boy climb up to the wall and beg in a polite tone.

"Are you talking to me?" Since she hadn't interacted with her peers for so long, Shangguan Wan'er didn't even have the time to react.

"That's right!" The boy was stunned for a moment before he said, "I don't think I know your name!"

"Wan-Er, I will call Shangguan Wan'er." Wan-Er said her name without hesitation.

Hearing Wan-Er's words, the boy also smiled and replied, "My name is Zhuge Liang."

"Oh, by the way, can I trouble you to help me throw Ku Ju out? Thank you."

Since then, Shangguan Wan'er had her first friend, Zhuge Liang.

After that was Guan Yu, who liked fighting, but was very loyal. That awesome Yang Xiu with his nose to the sky. The one who boasted that he was from the family of generals, the one who loved to wave his swords around, the one who loved to play around with spears … There were also many other young companions.

But now, Shangguan Wan'er was dismayed to find that she seemed to have returned to the days when she was unable to interact with others.

The first time he felt this way was because of the fear he felt towards this unfamiliar environment.

But the second time, it was because of his father.

Even though Confucius, the master of Confucius, had once served under the master of Taoism, his father, who was then a librarian under Zhou Wang, questioned him about Zhou Li.

Even though the Emperor of the Tang people claimed to be a descendant of his father.

However, the war between guilds was a dispute between guilds, and they were not allowed to slack off in the slightest.

Furthermore, Xiao literature is not orthodox Taoism, but Lu Buwei and Corpse's discovery of a variety of Taoism, miscellaneous.

In short, the stubborn Shangguan Tinzhi would never allow her daughter to attend classes at an enemy school.

"Don't you understand? Your identity is not the daughter of an ordinary family, but a daughter of my Shangguan family. If you were born in a large family, your father would not care whether you are a scholar or a student. But since you are the daughter of my Shangguan family, the interest of the Shangguan family should be taken as the first factor, even surpassing your own interest. Do you understand? "

Wan-Er had been taught by her father since she was young.

Thus, she could only nod her head in agreement.

At this moment, a servant appeared outside Wan-Er's room.

He said to Shangguan Tinzhi who was inside, "Master, there's a letter here for you."

A letter?

Shangguan Tinzhi frowned.

If it was the Tang Kingdom's Imperial Court that wanted to convey any news, they would use a special and secretive method. Normally, they would not use this kind of method of writing letters.

Could it be that in the old days, the other friends of the Shangguan family had bypassed the authorities to write him a letter?

Without further thought, Shangguan Tinghua walked out of the room and took the letter from the servant. Instead, he saw four charms popular among the Han Chinese, which were written on top of the letter.

"To Shangguan Jun."

Looking at these four words, Shangguan Tinzhi was somewhat puzzled.

From the written view, this should be a letter written to him by a local citizen of the Han Empire.

But he knew very well that neither Shangguan Tinzhi nor Shangguan Yi had ever made friends in the Han.

At most, in the past meetings between the Han Emperor and the Tang Emperor, Shangguan Yi had conversed with a scholar named Jia Yi who was by the Han Emperor's side.

Unable to figure out who had written to him, Shangguan Tinzhi opened the envelope on the spot.

What he saw was a piece of excellent Xuan paper produced and imported by the Song Kingdom.

Elegant little charms were arranged neatly on the surface, looking like an army.

Although Shangguan Tinzhi usually used characters such as calligraphy, cursive script and calligraphy, he did recognize the calligraphy.

Thus, he slowly started to read.

The ancient scholars must have a master.

A teacher, that was why he taught and worked hard to dispel his doubts.

If one was not born with knowledge, how could one not have doubts?

Perplexed but not obedient to his teacher, his confusion was also, finally, unfathomable.

It was born before me, and its sound was born before me. It was born after me, and its sound was born after me. It was born before me, and it was born after me.

My teacher also knew that he was born in my time?

It was as if there was no treasure, no treasure, no treasure, no treasure of the Dao …

Saint Master Wuchang. Confucius Master Tan Zi, Fu Hong, Shi Xiang, Lao Dai. Tan Zi's disciple was not as virtuous as Confucius.

Confucius said: "If three people walk, my teacher will be with them."

It is because of this that I need not be inferior to my master, and that my master need not be virtuous to my disciple. There was a history of learning, and there were specializations in the arts. That was all …

Looking at the words, the last line was surprisingly the word 'Xiao Wen', a shocked expression appeared on Shangguan Tinzhi's face.