That afternoon, the rebel army's behind-the-scenes commander finally showed up, carrying a flag representing the people and leading the charge into Tiancheng. Behind him were tens of thousands of people shouting slogans for revenge for Prince Xuan.
"The above is the history of our Xuanzhou." In the classroom, the teacher at the podium closed the textbook.
A student asked, "But the monks haven't perished. We all have elective courses now."
"Historically, after leading the people to victory in the war, Lord Fang did not propose a plan to exterminate the monks, but instead proposed a plan of co-governance." The teacher paused and smiled. "That's why we have this school. No matter what skills you have, we can match them to your needs."
"Nothing is absolute, and no ability is necessarily bad. The key lies in how the user uses it."
The students were busy taking notes.
Several people were whispering to each other.
"To be honest, I kind of hate this Lord Fang."
"Why?"
"If he had been a little more ruthless and wiped out all the cultivators, I wouldn't have to write such a long paper! I wouldn't even have to learn how to study and analyze cultivation techniques!"
"Warrior, you dare to choose a monk's course."
"You think I want to? Everything else is already fully booked!"
"Just be open-minded. When you become a monk, you can report directly to the relevant departments."
"Oh, come on, being a monk is very risky and the income is average."
A student turned around and saw the girl next to him staring blankly at the book in her hands: "What are you looking at?"
The girl came back to her senses, tears in her eyes: "I was reading unofficial history."
"What unofficial history?"
"About the Nine Sons of Qingyun."
"What is that?"
"These are the nine young knights who appeared during the reign of Emperor Tianyan. They came from all directions, each with a different personality. Then they met and gathered together to roam the martial arts world, fighting for justice..."
"That sounds interesting, what then?"
"And then die die die die die die die die."
“???”
"Unofficial history says that two people survived. The archer lost his sight, and the swordsman could no longer lift a sword. They finally returned to the place where they had agreed to meet, but even the Qingyun Cottage, which held their happy memories, was burned down. Woo woo woo woo..."
"Who's so cruel? Nine people went out and only two came back? And they're two useless people?"
The girl flipped through the book and said, "It's Mr. Fang whose full name I don't know."
The boy immediately looked disgusted: "Unofficial history is indeed wild, you should read less novels."
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