Chapter 12 I say, as long as the saint does not die, there will be many robbers!

Author: Time Never Defeats Baboon

Chapter 12 I say, as long as the saint does not die, there will be many robbers!

However, even if Chen Mu said this, Nangong Pushe still looked unbelieving.

"Mr., how old are you this year?"

After this disagreement, we started talking about home affairs from asking for advice.

"Uh, let me think about it." Chen Mu didn't care and pretended to ask, and then said to Nangong Pushe:

"I don't remember how old I am, but I remember that I have been the sweeper of this library for a hundred years."

"What? You've been sweeping the land here for...a hundred years?"

"Yes." Chen Mu couldn't help but feel a little amused when he looked at Nangong Pushe's beautiful eyes: "Girl, I didn't scare you, did I?"

"Ah, this..."

Although I am embarrassed to admit it.

But I was really scared.

"You are over a hundred years old, how come you only look...seventy or eighty?"

"Haha." Chen Muxin said, of course you can't see my oldest appearance. Now my cultivation is getting deeper and deeper, and I have become like a child again.

"Old sir, let me ask you a question. With your knowledge and ability, wouldn't it be boring for you to sweep the land here for a hundred years?"

"If a person like you goes out and shows off your talents casually, the prime ministers of several major empires can do that, right?"

After seeing Chen Mu's talent and benefiting from it, Nangong Pushe not only treated Chen Mu differently, but also respected him twice as much.

"Ah, girl, you might not believe me if I just don't like to be a high official."

"Well, let me tell you a story."

"Okay, I feel that every word the old gentleman said contains the truth of heaven and earth." Nan Guan Pushe said happily: "It would be better to listen to the story."

After all, stories are much more lively and interesting than telling truths directly.

Nangong Pushe's mother also told her stories when she was a child, so she really missed him a little at this time. She even vaguely found a kind of trust in Chen Mu that can only be felt in relatives.

"I heard that there was a magical tortoise in the ancient state of Chu. It lived for three thousand years and died."

"The King of Chu respected it very much. He wrapped its turtle bones with brocade silk and satin, placed them in a precious box, and placed them in the ancestral hall of the Chu State."

"But Miss Nangong, do you think this turtle would rather leave its bones to show its dignity and die, or would it rather live in the mud dragging its tail and crawling around?"

Suddenly a rhetorical question came up: "Of course it is better to die than live."

This time, the smile on Chen Mu's face was not so faint, but had a hint of warmth:

"That's right, girl. I am the old turtle who likes crawling in the mud rather than being enshrined in a temple."

He was talking about the old turtle, not the magical turtle.

Moreover, the meaning is very clear. Being a high official in a big country is like the dead turtle. Although the status is high, it has no soul.

If you continue to live in the mud, although you will not have a lofty status, you will live freely.

After Nangong Pushe finished listening, he could only laugh: "Sir, you are really a strange person, but if you are such a great talent, you are really buried if you are only regarded as a sweeper."

"This is a personal choice. As long as I live a happy life, how can I say whether to bury it or not?"

"Yes, sir, what you said makes sense." Nangong Pushe nodded happily.

"Girl, I see that you are also a cultivator. You have just defeated your inner demons and your cultivation has taken a step further, so I will say a few more words to you."

"Whether it is Zhang Fuyao eight hundred years ago, Lu Zu, who has dominated the world for hundreds of years, or Wang Xianzhi, who is now sitting in Emperor Wu City, their earth-shattering cultivations are all exchanged for countless solitudes and loneliness.

Come."

"If you want to be a master, you must have a heart that can endure loneliness, because the strength of the best masters is built up of loneliness and sweat."

"Remember, never lose your sincerity."

"Okay, I'm going to sweep the floor."

After worrying about this girl, of course Chen Mu would find an opportunity to escape.

There is a famous saying among fellow Confucians that it is difficult to raise a small man and a woman. Chen Mu now feels that this sentence is very reasonable.

He didn't want to have too many causal entanglements with this rouge leader who was so beautiful that both men and women could kill him.

Otherwise, if one day he becomes the man behind the most beautiful woman in the world, then it will be difficult for him to keep a low profile even if he wants to deliberately keep a low profile.

"Sir, let me help you clean the pavilion!"

Nangong Pushe may have felt that thanks to Chen Mu's guidance just now, he was able to gain enlightenment and improve his cultivation further.

Therefore, he used a swish to change his body, and in a blink of an eye he was in front of Chen Mu, wanting to take the broom in his hand.

Chen Mu didn't want her to touch the broom.

But he didn't want to show off his cultivation to this problem girl, so he didn't move.

However, her meal was snatched away by her, so how could she still be a house sweeper?

However, good men don't like to hit women.

Chen Mu still decided to "conquer people with virtue."

As a time traveler who has been studying for hundreds of years, Chen Mu immediately thought of a hundred ways to deal with Nan Guan Pu She.

How could a girl with just a problem be so difficult for him?

"Ahem, girl."

"First of all, I'm very grateful for your enthusiastic help."

"However, cleaning the cabinet and organizing books are Lao Cai's jobs. Lao Cai regards work as a kind of spiritual practice."

"Practice requires one's own physical practice and understanding with one's heart."

"You can help me clean the pavilion, but you can't help me practice."

"So I accepted it with good intentions."

"This..." Seeing that Chen Mu explained the reasons for refusing her help in such a refreshing and simple way, Nan Guan Pushe had no choice but to let go.

Otherwise, if you do bad things with good intentions later, it would be a sin to hinder the old gentleman from practicing.

"good."

Chen Mu nodded and said to himself that you have also received the benefits. Should this response stop? Nangong Pushe...

However, just when Chen Mu thought that his method of escaping Jin Chan was about to succeed, Nangong Pushe seemed to remember and suddenly called him from behind:

"That... old gentleman."

Chen Mu had no choice but to turn back politely: "Girl, what else do you want?"

Nangong Pushe couldn't help but feel helpless when he saw that her peerless appearance, which was loved by everyone in front of others, had no charm at all in front of Chen Mu.

Is it possible that this old man who has been cleaning the library for a hundred years has become so ungrateful that he has no desires and desires?

An expert is an expert.

In this academy, the Master is the only person who is not moved at all in front of her peerless appearance, and now there is another pavilion sweeper.

This academy is really not to be underestimated.

Thinking of this aspect, Nangong Pushe's tone when speaking to Chen Mu became even more respectful:

"Old sir, I..."

"I want to meet the Confucian and Taoist saint in the academy, who is Master's senior brother. Do you... ah, do you know him?"

"Uh, well..." Chen Muxin said, you silly girl, isn't the master's senior brother you mentioned in your mouth the same as me?

Can I still recognize myself?

What is so far away and right in front of you, you actually don’t have to look for it, you have already seen it...

In fact, Chen Mu gave her so many pointers just now, which was equivalent to secretly exposing his identity.

It's just that Nangong Pushe's mind didn't turn around for a moment. She didn't know the true face of the saint in Lushan, so it's no wonder that Chen Mu "lied" to her.

"The saint in the academy..."

"Well, he is Master's senior brother. I think you know him after you have been scanning the library here for a hundred years, right? Can you... introduce him to me?"

"hehe……"

That is to say, there are not many people coming to the library at this time. Otherwise, if they have been in contact with this Nangong beauty for a long time, their identity will be exposed by other disciples soon.

Therefore, Chen Mu was already anxious to run away at this time.

"Girl, I know the Master, and I also know the Master's senior brother."

"However, my status is low, so even if I know a saint, the saint may not necessarily give me as much respect as a pavilion sweeper."
To be continued...