In the twelfth year of Hongwu, it rained heavily outside the Imperial College.
Pedestrians on both sides of the road ran away to avoid the rain.
Only Wei Zixian stood alone in the middle of the road. He did not dodge, allowing the heavy rain to pour down on his face.
Around his feet were a large pile of books that had been hit by the rain.
The rain became more and more intense, and the black words on the book were gradually wet, soaked, and blurred by the rain.
In the end, after spending 365 days and nights, Wei Zixian's blood and sweat turned into puddles of pitch-black ink mixed with rainwater, flowing down the streets and alleys and disappearing without a trace.
Wei Zixian's ears were still echoing with the words of the Imperial Chancellor Kong Kebiao,"
"A mere mathematics is just a small path of knowledge!”
"The scholarly knowledge is the only way to cultivate one's moral character, regulate one's family, rule one's country, and pacify the world!!”
"The Imperial College is also a place to cultivate outstanding talents for the country!!!”
" In the past, the students of the directorate didn't even have enough time to study the classics of the Scholarly Sage, yet you still led them to go against the orthodoxy and focus on studying mathematics, wasting time thinking about what kind of big and small balls should fall to the ground at the same time, throwing objects up and down, and other meaningless and laughable questions!!!”
"It has ruined the academic atmosphere of the directorate, causing the students of the directorate to be unable to concentrate on their studies and study the truths of the saints in the Confucian classics!!!”
"This is simply going against the teacher and misleading the students!!!”
"How can the directorate tolerate such behavior?!!”
"Today, this old man will get rid of you, a black sheep, for the directorate!!!”
"From this moment on, you are no longer a mathematics professor!!!”
"Get out of the directorate!”
With a wave of the Imperial Chancellor Kong Kebiao's hand, Wei Zixian was immediately forced out of the Imperial College by a few Imperial College servants.
At the same time, the books that Wei Zixian had painstakingly written and compiled in the past year, such as Mathematics, Physics, Biology, and Chemistry, were mercilessly thrown on the street in the heavy rain.
"Is Confucianism the only sage's truth?!!”
Wei Zixian looked at the gate of the directorate and murmured softly, his eyes as deep as a cold lake.
Her originally elegant and noble temperament seemed to have been washed away by the heavy rain at this moment. What replaced it was a high and mighty indifference that had seen through the development of the long river of history for thousands of years!!!
Just as Wei Zixian stood silently in the rain, six carriages stopped at the entrance of the directorate.
The 18-or 19-year-old Prince of Yan, Zhu Di, had just stepped out of the carriage when he saw Wei Zixian standing alone in the rain. He asked in surprise,
"Professor Yan, why are you standing in the rain?!!”
"Please enter the directorate to avoid the rain!”
Upon hearing Zhu Di's words, the King of Qin, the King of Jin, the King of Zhou, the King of Chu, and the King of Qi who had just alighted from the carriage also turned to look at Wei Zixian.
They had some impression of Wei Zixian and had attended his mathematics lectures a few times.
However, Wei Zixian was gentle and modest in class, laughing and joking. From time to time, he would raise some 'strange' questions that made people think deeply and think carefully.
However, Wei Zixian in front of him looked extremely disheveled. He did not have the elegant demeanor of the past. Instead, there was an indescribable coldness.
Wei Zixian raised his head slightly to look at Zhu Di, the Prince of Yan, and said calmly,"
"I've already been expelled from the Imperial College, so I'm no longer worthy of the title of Dr.”
The surprise in Zhu Di's eyes grew even more intense. He did not expect Professor Yan, whom he had quite an impression of, to have been expelled from the directorate.
However, he had a good impression of Wei Zixian, so after thinking for a moment, he said,
"I think there must be some misunderstanding. Later, this king will intercede with the Chancellor on behalf of the doctor. I think the Chancellor will give this king some face. At that time, the doctor should be able to return to the directorate.”
Although Zhu Di spoke modestly, his words were full of confidence.
With his status as a prince comparable to that of the six ministers, it was basically not difficult for him to ask a fourth rank Imperial College Chancellor to retain a ninth rank mathematics doctor.
Or rather, the real difficulty was how to make him willing to say that sentence.
However, Wei Zixian shook his head and rejected Zhu Di's good intentions.
"Thank you for your kind intentions, Your Highness. Chancellor Kong's words are reasonable. A mere mathematical knowledge is indeed not worth learning, and it is not qualified to be mentioned in the same breath as Confucianism.”
"So I have another subject here. I wonder if Your Highnesses are interested?!!”
Wei Zixian's eyes were shining as he stared at the King of Yan, Zhu Di, the King of Qin, the King of Jin, the King of Zhou, the King of Chu, and the King of Qi.
" Oh, what knowledge?!!"
Zhu Di was interested and asked.
The other princes also looked at Wei Zixian with interest, ready to hear what he was talking about.
"Slaughter!"
" Dragon!!"
"Skill!"
Wei Zixian enunciated each word as thunder fell from the sky.
Thunderclap!
The light of lightning flashed in an instant.
Nine streaks of white lightning struck the flag of the restaurant not far behind Wei Zixian.
A huge fire broke out, and the restaurant not far away was in a panic!
However, with the help of the lightning, Zhu Di suddenly saw Wei Zixian's expression clearly.
How cold and aloof was that!!!
"How dare you!"
"How dare you!"
"Arrogant!"
" Courting death!!!"
" Madman!!!"
......
After regaining their senses, the Qin, Jin, Zhou, Chu, and Qi Kings all shouted angrily.
Dragon Slaying Skill?
What was a dragon slayer?
What kind of dragon was this?
In the current world, who else was qualified to be called a dragon other than their father?!!
Could it be that this dragon slaying skill was going to slaughter their Imperial Father?!!
Just this name alone was enough to implicate nine families!!!
With a series of clanging sounds, the surrounding royal guards all drew their sabers out of their sheaths. Their expressions were solemn. They were only waiting for the order from the princes to kill Wei Zixian on the spot!!!
Facing the furious princes, Wei Zixian's expression did not change. He said indifferently,
"There are thousands of people who have learned the art of subduing dragons.”
"Since that's the case, so what if I have another dragon slaying skill?!!”
"The dragon-slaying skill, when used properly, slays a dragon. If you use it instead, you'll raise a dragon!"
"It's about slaying dragons, raising dragons, positive or negative. It's not about slaying dragons, but about the person who learns them.”
"Whether you want to learn or not, it's up to Your Highnesses.”
"However, I want to remind all of you that if Great Ming does not want to be subdued by the Dragon Subduing School in the future, then only the Dragon Slaying Technique can break it!!!”
After saying that, Wei Zixian turned around and left without any hesitation or worry about his safety. He walked out step by step.
Although the guards wanted to stop them, they did not receive any orders from the prince they belonged to.
Therefore, after hesitating, he had no choice but to make way for Wei Zixian and let him walk into the wind and rain.
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