Free Web NovelChapter 1691: Chapter 43: No Need to Avoid Me
Zuo Guangshu returned to his courtyard, sat for a while in the pavilion, then stood for a while.
Not knowing how time passed, he suddenly heard some noises. Turning his head, he saw Jiang Wang being guided over by the servants.
"What were you talking about, chatting for so long?" Zuo Guangshu asked, staring intently.
"Not much," Jiang Wang smiled. "Duke Huai asked me to perform well in the Mountain and Sea Realm and not bring disgrace to the Da Chu Zuo Family."
"Nonsense! My grandfather would never say that!" Zuo Guangshu retorted angrily, then added, "Your room is ready. You’ve had a hard time recently; take a rest first. Tomorrow, tomorrow I will..."
Jiang Wang earnestly nodded, "Tomorrow, take me to see your little wife, I remember!"
Zuo Guangshu acted as if he didn’t hear and sternly said, "Aunt Wu, take Master Jiang to the guest room."
He then placed his hands behind his back and left with an upright posture.
Aunt Wu, around forty years old, was average in looks but dressed neatly and appropriately, and her demeanor was very much in line with the style of an aristocratic family.
She led Jiang Wang to his lodging without speaking unnecessarily.
Only after introducing Jiang Wang to the room, she casually remarked, "Why would the Young Master’s courtyard have a guest room? This room is one the Young Master often stays in."
It was only then that Jiang Wang realized Zuo Guangshu had given up his main bedroom for him. He couldn’t help but ask, "What about Guangshu himself?"
Though it was called a bedroom, it was actually a small courtyard.
The entire Duke’s residence was a compound within a compound, one layer of luxury overlapping another.
Ordinary people wouldn’t easily find their way around this mansion without staying here for a year or two.
"In the other main bedroom," Aunt Wu replied. "There are two main bedrooms in this courtyard, one for cultivation, the other for reading."
Jiang Wang now got a headache when hearing about reading; the endless content of "History of Chiseling the Sea" had cruelly extinguished his budding enthusiasm for scholarly pursuits.
"Oh, is that so."
"If Master Jiang is bored, you can read some books. We have Confucian classics, Buddhist scriptures, Taoist texts, and military books. The Young Master has said it’s fine."
Aunt Wu didn’t really understand Jiang Wang; she just thought that since the Young Master asked her to call this guest ’Master,’ he must be someone knowledgeable.
"Oh, alright," Jiang Wang said. "Sounds good."
"There are always people outside the courtyard; just call if you need anything." She stopped talking after this, bowed, and excused herself.
She had gauged the boundaries perfectly.
Jiang Wang briefly observed the luxurious bedroom in the Duke of Great Chu’s residence. His gaze swept over some unnameable devices and paused at the bookshelves.
Then quickly moved on.
And then he saw the desk.
The bedroom had both bookshelves and a desk!
Imagine that.
One can’t read diligently, nor can one rest, it’s just chaotic.
Jiang Wang was tempted to criticize harshly, but eventually, he sat down at the desk.
The desk was tidied up, and all of Zuo Guangshu’s regular readings and writings were undoubtedly put away, not letting him see any of it.
Jiang Wang gave it a glance, saw nothing, and let it go.
Silently, he took out the Storage Box, expressionless as he rummaged through it, pulling out "Scroll Sixteen"...
He probably will never forget his feelings the first time he opened that Storage Box. The fullness of books kept him from smiling for a long time.
After much self-consolation, he finally managed to become indifferent.
Skillfully turning the book to where he left off, Jiang Wang paused, suddenly remembering something—
Children from noble families like Zuo Guangshu are extensively well-read from a young age, which cultivates such good temperament. Shouldn’t he... also add some burden to Jiang Anan?
This world is so vast, the future so long, they can’t let the child fall behind when it comes to laying the foundation...
Someone Jiang was acutely aware of being a responsible elder sibling, silently making this a plan, then dove into studying.
Since leaving Linzi, studying for an hour daily gradually became a habit.
These days he has been cultivating in the Mountain and Sea Purgatory, day and night, truly not finding time, so he had stopped for a while. This also means he eventually needs to make up for the time spent...
That night, he recited for four hours before stopping.
His head was spinning intensely.
With his spirit’s strength, it shouldn’t be like this. What is reciting books, anyway?
The problem is, those who write history books don’t speak plainly. Each word is minimal yet highly meaningful, each requiring extensive interpretation, and swallowing terms whole reveals nothing.
The Emperor Qi said they must know the history inside out, so how could it just be memorizing? frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
One must know and understand, have some personal insights.
Two hours of intense, continuous thinking, understanding, and memorization left Jiang Wang with a heavy head and a light body, as if drifting in clouds and mist.
Putting away the book, Jiang Wang immediately sat cross-legged on the chair to begin cultivation.
Zuo Guangshu had said to rest well these days and nurture the spirit, but to Jiang Wang, being able to cultivate calmly was already resting.
In the distant star vault, a wisp of Spirit manifested, and Jiang Wang stood in the Star Tower.
He had already become accustomed to this cultivation, continually strengthening the Star Tower, constantly approaching and clarifying his Tao Path...
Time-consuming efforts, perseverance would suffice.
Giving the brain a moment’s rest, leaving the greater thinking for later Tao Technique cultivation.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
In the sealed stone cell at the bottom of the Star Tower, the Dragon God of Senhai fiercely struck the walls, creating a sound that could not be ignored.
