I want to be innocent, but they don't allow me

Chapter 636 "Clumsy as a log!"

"Snapped."

Mu Zhen picked up the bamboo slips he had brought with him, hit Li Mu's head hard, and scolded him,

"Thinking leads to action, planning leads to movement, how can we separate knowledge from action?"

Being reprimanded by the teacher, Li Mu did not dare to dodge.

Although still a little confused, Li Mu seemed to have noticed some problems.

He had certainly thought a lot these days, but had rarely tried to verify anything.

Does the teacher know something?

Li Mu's eyes fixed, with surprise on his face. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Jun Jiuling's voice in his mind.

"You bastard, there is a trace of truth in your teacher's eyes. I don't think he knows what problem you are facing, but he sees that you are depressed."

Hearing this, Li Mu swallowed the words he was about to ask.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to tell Mu Zhen about his current predicament.

He was afraid that he would finish speaking, so Mu Zhen patted his shoulder and said, "Wait a minute, I will go and discuss the truth with him."

There was no more words to say all the way.

The carriage soon arrived at Saint Street, and waves of noise gradually rose from the surroundings. The already busy street was even more crowded today.

"Horses and carriages are prohibited from entering the venue today. You, the great scholar, must enter on foot." The coachman pulled the reins and shouted into the carriage.

Mu Zhen knocked on the tea table in front of him, then took out a bamboo hat from somewhere and threw it to Li Mu.

"You are a celebrity now, take it with you to avoid trouble."

Li Mu was still thinking about what Mu Zhen said. He subconsciously took the hat, then looked at it in surprise and asked,

"Teacher, this is not necessary, right?"

Li Mu originally wanted to say that he should just hide himself.

But then Mu Zhen let out a strange laugh, and in a flash he got out of the carriage.

Seeing this, Li Mu had no choice but to put on his hat and hurriedly followed.

I did agree to come with the teacher last night, so how could I hide myself?

Outside the carriage, Mu Zhen was already sitting in the wheelchair pushed by Murong Jinxiu.

The two of them met eyes as a greeting. Murong Jinxiu stepped back gracefully and handed the task of pushing the wheelchair to Liu Minglan beside her.

As soon as Li Mu got out of the carriage, he saw the reluctance that flashed across her eyes.

Li Mu raised his eyebrows. When he learned that Mu Zhen was in the Taiwei Mansion, he felt it was a bit strange.

The last time I lived in the Taiwei Mansion, I could still say that I had an old relationship with the Taiwei and was visiting an old friend.

Now, Grand Marshal Sun has followed Emperor Hongwen to Jiangcheng, and Sun Hongyu and his son have already established their own residences. There is only one Grand Marshal's wife in this residence.

The teacher's motive is a bit impure... Li Mu thought evilly, his gossip soul burning fiercely.

The moment Liu Minglan saw Li Mu appear, she kept looking at the man in black robe and bamboo hat, and felt that he looked familiar.

Under the protection of the servants of the Taiwei Mansion, several people entered the venue from the path cleared by the soldiers on the other side.

The venue is the entire South Street of Sage Street.

It is about the size of five or six football fields.

Li Mu had an impression of this place, but had never been here.

Since the previous dynasty, this has been the venue for all the royal family's gatherings to "have fun with the people."

However, there has never been a banquet for the people to enjoy themselves, and the scene of beheading tens of thousands of people at the same time has occurred here at least four times.

It’s a bit like the Caishikou in the costume drama before Li Mu traveled through time.

So even though this is the South Street of Sage Street, it was surprisingly desolate in the past.

I don’t know why the royal family chose this place as the venue for this summit.

Today it has obviously been renovated.

The venue is divided into three areas: the exhibition booth, the competition arena, and the meeting hall.

The first two allow the public to enter, but the twists and turns involved are too complicated to explain in detail.

The qualification for admission is based on immeasurable strength.

Exhibition stands are mostly prepared for those unknown small schools.

The term "hundred schools of thought" is not just a saying. The number of schools has long exceeded a hundred. Many schools may have only two people from top to bottom, but they are still independent and called a school.

This day every year is an excellent opportunity to make a name for your own school.

As for the arena, there is no need to say more.

Although Emperor Hongwen strongly advocated civil governance, the tradition of martial virtues has continued for more than a thousand years, and the onlookers were more concerned about this fight.

Since they dare to call themselves “peaks”, those who fight in this martial arts battle must be the best among all the families.

Compared to wasting time talking at the booth, the benefits of being able to compete with representatives of Confucianism, Mohism and Taoism here are self-evident.

The destination of Li Mu and his companions was the conference room.

There are many collaborations among the hundreds of companies, and many of them are finalized at this annual summit.

For example, the previous "support" cooperation between the Ruoshui Hall of the Yin-Yang School and the Medical School.

However, everyone already knows the theme of this year.

The first one is naturally the treason of the Yin-Yang School.

It is common to see open and covert struggles among the hundreds of schools of thought, but treason is the only thing that crosses everyone's red line.

The purpose of this summit is to come up with a solution.

The second one involved Confucianism, and the chief censor was beheaded and his crime was made public.

Confucianism must give an explanation this time.

The summit was quite lively, but Li Mu's mind was not here.

Faintly, he always felt that countless eyes were looking at him.

With two great scholars around him and a cute little girl like Liu Minglan, it is normal for him to attract attention.

But Li Mu always felt that something was strange.

"The parliament doesn't start until noon. Do you want to go and see the fighting first?"

At this time, Mu Zhen suddenly spoke, as if he saw that Li Mu was not in good condition.

Li Mu did not answer and shook his head slightly.

He was just paying attention to those strange looks and was not really depressed.

Mu Zhen’s “guidance” was useful. Before, Li Mu was indeed afraid that taking a wrong step would lead to his eternal damnation.

But he forgot that the abyss was right in front of him anyway.

No matter how careful he is, there will still be an invisible hand that will drag him in.

Instead of doing this, it's better to give it a try.

He remembered that he was not such an indecisive person, but when did he become like this?

It seemed to have started with seeing those dreams.

The "self" in the dream is cautious and tries to please everyone around him/her quietly.

He seems to have no desires and is just having fun with life, but he is actually trying his best to please others.

Li Mu was a little confused. Was he lacking love?

Obviously everyone around him was nice to him, but as a little boy he was always thinking about matters between men and women.

Even if he came from another world, his soul might have become a dirty guy, but this is too hasty.

Or did he know that he wouldn't live much longer?

Li Mu stretched out his hand and rubbed his brows. When he thought about the various things he had been thinking about these days and how Xiao Zhao was always hiding in the distance and peeking at him, his anger rose.

Before, he had replaced that person with himself and didn’t think anything of it. But when he thought about it, Li Mu seemed to have a sudden epiphany.

Damn it, this bastard must die!

"Hey! Why are you like this? Uncle Mu has already spoken. If you don't want to go, just stay here!"

At this moment, Liu Minglan suddenly raised his head and glared at Li Mu with his puffy face.

After saying that, he ignored him and pushed Mu Zhen to the other side.

But the moment she turned around, her expression changed immediately, revealing a sweet and lovely good girl look, and she asked shyly,

"Uncle Mu, is it true, is it true that Brother Qingyi is going to fight on behalf of the Confucian School?"

"Then let's go quickly. We looked for him several times before, and he always said he was in seclusion. He must be preparing for this summit, right? Minglan was very well behaved and didn't bother him."

"By the way, Uncle Mu, did Brother Qingyi agree to what I mentioned last time? Minglan's birthday is next month. Uncle Mu, you will definitely come to celebrate Minglan's birthday, right?"

"Brother Qingyi is your disciple. Will he come with you?"

Liu Minglan chattered non-stop once she started talking.

Murong Jinxiu on the side felt a little embarrassed. She secretly glanced at Li Mu who was following silently behind her, and coughed vigorously twice.

Liu Minglan looked at her, pursed her lips slightly, with pleading in her eyes, "Teacher..."

Murong Jinxiu was a little confused. Although Mu Zhen didn't mention it, she understood what Li Mu meant when she saw him coming out with a bamboo hat. After thinking about it, she shook her head helplessly.

"It's okay, as long as you... are happy."

Seeing this, Liu Minglan's face lit up with joy, and then he glanced at Li Mu who was following behind him and shouted,

"You're not coming, are you? Now that you're here, go to the front and have someone prepare our seats."

Liu Minglan snorted softly and muttered quietly,

"Clumsy as a log!"