Chapter 27 Teacher
As Lu Yuan's voice sounded, the Kunlun mirror suddenly rotated and gradually became larger.
A mighty pressure enveloped the martial arts arena.
"Let's all go in."
Lu Yuan said loudly, looking at the Kunlun mirror, inexplicably looking forward to it.
What is his inner demon?
He didn't know, nor did he understand.
In the two hundred years of cultivation in the Xuanhuang Ancient World, he had seen countless fights and killings, intrigues and deceptions.
People do whatever it takes for their interests, even friends and relatives, and brothers from the same sect can use swords to fight for a pill or a spirit stone!
He often asked himself, what is the purpose of his cultivation?
Lu Yuan didn't know.
When he first crossed over, he forced himself to accept everything about his mediocrity.
Average talent, average background, and average strength.
If there is anything he can show off, it may be that handsome face.
At that time, Lu Yuan could only bury his head in hard training, because he knew that the cultivation world was ruthless and cruel.
He didn't want to die yet. In two lives combined, he was far from living enough.
Later, he became the ancestor of the Lu family. At that time, he asked himself what was the purpose of cultivation?
Protect the family?
Dedicate his life to the family?
Bring the family to a higher level?
Lu Yuan asked himself, is this true?
Although he had some sense of belonging and accomplishment to the family, this was not his inner thought.
Later, he embarked on the journey to find the opportunity to ascend to the heavenly realm.
Talent is always the biggest obstacle to human cultivation! !
Even if you have the resources to cultivate, if you don’t have the qualifications and the opportunity to change your fate against the will of heaven.
It is nothing but a fool’s dream to want to break through to a higher realm.
After leaving the Lu family, Lu Yuan traveled around the various states in the East Wilderness.
Just to find the opportunity to break through to the heavenly realm, but ten years later, fifty years later, Lu Yuan still did not succeed.
He has traveled to many places.
There are cultivator cities and mortal villages.
Where there are people, there are fights.
Whether it is cultivators or mortals!
He once saw a mortal village being robbed and massacred by bandits, and hundreds of people in the entire village were killed!
He had also witnessed a town under the management of a small sect being slaughtered by the sect's own people just to refine a magic weapon!
He had also seen with his own eyes a monk who claimed to be a Buddhist, holding a Buddhist rosary, smiling, and saying compassion.
But he turned around and destroyed a family.
Lu Yuan knew that strength was the root of everything, so even if he could save others, he would not intervene.
Everyone has his own destiny. Once intervened, there will be cause and effect.
This is why Lu Yuan has been safe and sound for two hundred years. Even the system has not judged that he is in danger of life and death!
Of course, all of this is the best behavior under insufficient strength.
Now Lu Yuan, with the system and the Chaos Immortal Body, has an invincible state of mind.
Do whatever you want.
Interfere with whatever you want.
What cause and effect? What disaster? They will all be smashed by his punch.
Now Lu Yuan asked himself again, what is the purpose of cultivation?
He only has one answer.
Eternal life, reach a higher realm, and protect everyone around him.
Lu Yuan retracted his thoughts,
All the people of the Lu family have entered the Kunlun mirror. He looked calm, his eyes were calm, and he took a step out.
………
In an ordinary village,
In an ordinary schoolhouse.
Lu Yuan stood on the podium, and below him was a group of children, who were listening to Lu Yuan's lecture attentively.
Lu Yuan held a book in one hand and a chalk in the other.
He wrote and drew on the wall for a while, and then opened his mouth to answer the children's questions.
He was wearing a plain robe with many patches on it, and the plain robe was washed white.
At this time, Lu Yuan stopped teaching and looked up at the window.
The sun set in the west,
The smoke from the cooking was curling,
"Children, let's stop here for today's study."
Lu Yuan said to the children with a gentle face.
"Oh, school is over."
"You can go home for dinner."
The children cheered loudly, with smiles on their faces.
The oldest among them was only about ten years old, and the youngest was only three or four years old.
"Goodbye, Mr. Lu."
"Bye, Mr. Lu."
The children said goodbye to Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan waved and said goodbye, then packed up his things.
I don't know what happened, he always had an ominous feeling this afternoon, as if something bad was going to happen.
Lu Yuan felt that he might be a little unwell, so he quickly walked out of the school and prepared to go home for dinner and rest.
He was the only scholar in this village.
In the early years, he prepared for the imperial examination, with infinite longing in his heart. He was extremely confident in himself and felt that he would definitely pass the exam and become the top scholar of the Dali Dynasty, bringing honor to his family.
However, reality knocked him down.
He only passed the exam to become a scholar, and failed to become a juren many times, which made his fighting spirit worn out and his confidence shattered.
He didn't have the connections that others had, nor the talent that others had, so he could only rely on years of hard work.
But in the end, he became a scholar by studying late at night.
Lu Yuan, who was thirty years old, gave up. This path might be good, but it might not be suitable for him.
At the age of 30, he opened a school and became a teacher in this village without any teachers.
He stayed in this village with his family.
Lu Yuan walked out of the school and closed the door.
The schoolhouse is at the entrance of the village, next to a small river with beautiful scenery.
Lu Yuan calmed down his discomfort and walked.
"Huzi, stop playing in the river, go home quickly, your parents must be worried."
"Shitou, take your sister home quickly, it's getting late."
Lu Yuan looked at the children who were still playing by the river and couldn't help but tell them.
"Mr. Lu, I know."
The children said in unison, and then ran towards the village with laughter.
Lu Yuan felt a strange feeling in his heart again, which made him a little flustered.
Then he walked into the village quickly.
The smoke from cooking in the village was curling, and each family was busy in the yard, some were cooking, and some were chatting, a quiet and peaceful scene.
At this time, everyone saw Lu Yuan's figure and strode over.
"Mr. Lu, today's class is over. My Huzi didn't make any trouble, did he?"
"No, Huzi was very obedient today."
Lu Yuan smiled and answered the middle-aged woman.
"Mr. Lu, here, these are the vegetables I just picked, they are very fresh."
"Mr. Lu, this is the milk my husband bought in town today. We have a lot left. Go give it to your wife. She just gave birth to a child and needs nourishment now."
A woman handed a small jar to Lu Yuan.
"Mr. Lu, these are freshly laid eggs. Take them to nourish the mother of the child."
Lu Yuan tried to refuse, but he couldn't. Some people even stuffed them into his clothes, which made Lu Yuan embarrassed.
He wanted to go home quickly, so he took it.
Lu Yuan didn't charge for teaching in the village, so the people often sent him some food.
In this poor village, everyone is very hardworking and can endure hardships. Everyone has a simple and kind heart. Lu Yuan sincerely thanked everyone.
Although the village is poor, the heart is not poor.
The school is at the southernmost end of the village, and Lu Yuan's home is at the northernmost end.
There are several rooms and a small yard in the house.
There is a father, a mother, and a gentle and virtuous wife.
And a big fat boy who was just born.
Lu Yuan held the gifts given by the villagers in his arms. Thinking of his concern, he felt a strong sense of happiness in his heart and could not help but speed up his pace.
