Chapter 54 Fan Xian returns to Beijing.

Li An then talked about Mohism: "The second is the Mohist doctrine. Universal love is non-aggression. The so-called universal love includes the meaning of equality and universal love. In an ideal state, it requires the monarch and his subjects, father and son, and brothers to love each other on the basis of equality."

"Tian Zhiming Ghost."

"Adhere to unity and value virtue."

“Frugality in funerals, people-oriented”

"Next is the Legalist school of thought."

"A miscellaneous scholar."

“Master.”

Ang Lee took a sip of tea, looked at the sky and saw that it was getting late, and finally said: "In short, a master writer uses rigorous logical thinking to turn language into a symbol of pure thinking."

"Okay, that's all for today. Go back home tonight and think carefully about what subject you want to study. Of course, don't slack off on your martial arts and other studies either."

After Li An finished speaking, he went to the kitchen and told Mrs. Zhang and others that it was time to eat.

After dinner, the disciples were asked to go back and rest early. They had overused their brains today and all of them looked dizzy. But the effect was very obvious. They were all shocked, including Wang Shisanlang.

"Can I continue to listen to your lectures?" Shisan Wang came over and asked.

In his opinion, he is now Ang Lee's son, so it's not too much to learn some knowledge, right?
As expected, Li An nodded: "Academics, since I teach them, they are meant to be spread, and everyone can listen."

Seeing that Li An agreed, Shisan Wang quickly said, "I have decided which subject I want to study! I want to study the theory of various schools of thought. The mathematics and physics in it are very interesting."

"The spatial coordinates you mentioned gave me some insights."

"Tell me, if three people are attacking me with swords at the same time, one is ten meters behind me on the right, slashing diagonally downward with his sword, the second one is five meters behind me on the left, and the last one is eight meters in front of me, stabbing straight at me, and they are all at the eighth level, how should I deal with them?"

The corner of Li Ang's mouth twitched slightly. You are such a little genius!

"So what do you think?" Li An asked back.

Wang Shisanlang scratched his head and said, "I don't know what to do. I think I should use the Thousand Illusion Sword first, then take a step back, and then..."

"Yeah! Trust your instincts!"

You will say goodbye to mathematics and physics in this life!
In this way, Li Anquan devoted himself to the daily teaching and established an incentive system, whereby the disciples with top academic performance in each subject were rewarded with elixirs.

This is not the way to go. There are only ten doses of pills and there are eighteen disciples, so the distribution is uneven.

At the same time, mathematics has become a universal subject that every disciple must learn.

The days passed one by one, and a few days later, Fan Xian returned to Kyoto, and Si Lili also returned with him!

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Si Lili was taken away by the Inspection Institute. Fan Xian looked at Si Lili with deep eyes as she entered the black "castle" and gradually made up his mind.

Afterwards, he turned around to look for Ye Ling'er, but Ye Ling'er still refused to tell the truth about the Niulan Street assassination. Now that all clues have been cut off and there is no way forward, Fan Xian has no other choice.

"If I want to find out the truth, there is only one way left!" Fan Xian pondered.

That afternoon, Fan Xian was eating leisurely in his yard. After a while, Wang Qinian climbed over the wall and entered the yard, carrying a large box on his back. It was unknown whether he did it accidentally or on purpose, but he stepped on a large wine jar when he landed and fell flat on his face. When he stood up, rubbing his waist, Fan Xian was already laughing beside him. "Why hasn't this broken wine jar been moved away yet!" Wang Qinian complained to Fan Xian.

Fan Xian said with a smile, "You always act sneaky every time you come here. Isn't there a main entrance? By the way, have you finished your business?"

Wang Qinian laughed, his expression was very vulgar, and he didn't answer. He just raised his right hand and rubbed two fingers back and forth vigorously.

Fan Xian was so angry that he took out the silver note and handed it to him, and promised that he had sent someone to handle the cattle and the land deed. Only then did Wang Qinian draw the entrance and exit of the Inspection Institute and the garrison situation with satisfaction.

Fan Xian finally had to take the risk.

Wang Qinian tried to persuade Fan Xian but failed, so he gave the map to Fan Xian. He also wanted to give Fan Xian the "treasure" he had treasured for many years, hoping that Si Lili would speak up, but Fan Xian refused.

First, Fan Xian was worried that if he failed and was captured, these tools might implicate Wang Qinian. Second, he did not want to use such drastic means to interrogate Si Lili. After all, he was reborn from a new era. Whether he was too soft-hearted or a saint, he still had a bottom line.

That night, Fan Xian changed into his nightgown and sneaked into the dungeon of the Supervisory Council. What he didn't know was that the posts that were supposed to be guarded were empty along the way. Only after he entered did someone return to their original position to guard, as if they had let him in on purpose.

But Fan Xian didn't care about so many things at this time. It was not until he heard the name from Si Lili and left the Supervisory Office that he gradually reacted.

The next night, Fan Xian couldn't sleep.

"Why, why is it him?" Fan Xian looked distressed. Thinking of his beloved Lin Wan'er, his heart was full of struggle. "Lin Gong, I will not let things end like this."

On the second night, Fan Xian, who was about to sneak into the Lin Mansion to assassinate Lin Gong, was stopped by Wu Zhu, who had disappeared for a long time.

He spoke in a mechanical and cold voice: "You are in a state of confusion right now. No matter what you want to do, you will not succeed!"

"So what? Where were you when I was assassinated?" Fan Xian was agitated, as if he had been betrayed by Wu Zhu. "Have you ever experienced that kind of despair? I almost died, and Fujiko Kyo almost died too. At that moment, what I thought about most was not myself, but Fujiko Kyo's family. I was scared. I was afraid that if the worst happened, I would not be able to explain to his family. Do you understand?"

At this time, Wu Zhu finally showed some emotion: "I was led away! Next time, this won't happen again!"

"Haha, what did you promise me in the first place? If Li An hadn't suddenly appeared and saved us, I wouldn't have been alive in that situation." Fan Xian laughed bitterly: "The person behind this is Lin Gong, I can't be soft-hearted, I'm going to kill him!"

"I won't let you go." Wu Zhu shook his head and said, "I told you that you will fail."

Fan Xian's face was already filled with anger at this time, and he growled in a low voice: "Are you going to stop me too?"

In his excitement, Fan Xian finally couldn't help but attack. With a heart full of grievances and a breakthrough to the ninth rank, he drew out his short knife and attacked Wu Zhu. Then, he was knocked unconscious by Wu Zhu.

When he woke up again, it was already the next morning.

After getting up, he immediately realized that something was wrong. Wuzhu was missing.

"Could my uncle have gone to kill Lin Gong himself?" Fan Xian was secretly anxious and hurried out to find out the news. Finally, he learned that Lin Gong had left the city overnight.

Fan Xian hurriedly ran out of the city, but was stopped by the Second Prince. It was not quite right to say that he was stopped. The Second Prince told Fan Xian that Lin Gong had left the city and Kyoto yesterday after meeting with the Crown Prince.

If Fan Xian wanted to find someone at this time, he could send Xie Bian to help. Unexpectedly, Fan Xian refused.

He just shook his head and smiled bitterly, then fell silent. But he sighed inwardly:
"That's too late."

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