Die by Striking a Locust Tree

Liu Chang'an pointed to the sycamore tree behind him and said to Gao Cunyi, "You might as well just crash into this tree and die."

Gao Cunyi was straightforward and slightly stubborn, but he was not a fool.

"How about I find you a locust tree?" Liu Chang'an suspected that Gao Cunyi looked down on the paulownia tree, since the locust tree had a more noble status. There was a saying that only those who were among the three highest officials were qualified to be paired with a locust tree. The so-called "locust and tripod" had an extraordinary significance in the political arena. Needless to say, being able to be ranked alongside the "tripod" was certainly a sign of great nobility.

Therefore, many people who wanted to commit suicide would run into a locust tree and die, which was called "dying by hitting a locust tree." In ancient times, this was a very shocking thing, and it might even be recorded in history.

"Duke Ling of Jin sent Chu Ni to assassinate Prince Xuan, Zhao Dun. However, Chu Ni, seeing that Zhao Dun considered him the ruler of the people, was unwilling to kill him. Harming a loyal and virtuous official was disloyalty, and disobeying the ruler's command was distrust. Caught in this dilemma, he chose to kill himself by crashing into a locust tree. This is how it is recorded in the Zuo Zhuan. It's remarkable that Chu Ni went to assassinate Zhao Dun early in the morning, without any accomplices, yet his thoughts and words were recorded in history. It's a mystery how Zuo Qiuming knew this... In reality, Chu Ni was murdered, as there was a need to protect Zhao Dun at the time..."

Gao Cunyi stared blankly at Liu Chang'an's nonsense. He was just a martial artist, and encountering this kind of scholar was really a headache... No, Liu Chang'an was much braver than him, so why was he showing off his bookish knowledge here!

"Of course, Zhao Dun can plant a locust tree in front of his house, but unfortunately, my status is ordinary, so I only have a large sycamore tree in front of my house." Liu Chang'an paused for a moment. "You've led me astray. The point is, aren't you also in a dilemma? On one hand, you can't disobey your master's orders, and on the other hand, you feel guilty to the point of wanting to die in front of an innocent and lively child like Zhou Dongdong. Besides, you can't beat me. Do you have any other choice but to run into this tree and die?"

Who tried to distract you? But Gao Cunyi actually found Liu Chang'an's words quite reasonable. He involuntarily glanced at the sycamore tree, then immediately shook his head, snapping back to reality. He was instantly filled with shame and anger, "Liu Chang'an, I don't want to die! Just cripple me too, I'll go lie in the hospital!"

Liu Chang'an patted him on the shoulder.

Gao Cunyi felt as if his body had been shrunk by the force of the blow. This feeling dissipated as Liu Chang'an's strength disappeared, but he still felt uncomfortable all over, just like if his sleeping position was too awkward and he felt uncomfortable all over when he woke up at night.

"Your muscles and bones will ache and hurt terribly after a while. Just stay in the hospital for a bit, and you'll be fine. It'll be good to avoid your master." Liu Chang'an wasn't inherently violent. It was only natural that someone like Wang Yibo would be crippled. Someone like Gao Cunyi could be dealt with with a little punishment. After all, who told him to bring Wang Yibo along? He didn't care if Wang Yibo caused trouble for Liu Chang'an, but he couldn't use Zhou Dongdong against him. What if Zhou Dongdong, who was already a stupid child, became even more stupid after being slapped or scratched? Who would bring Liu Chang'an soy milk and feed him loaches then?

The consequences are too severe; it feels like something beyond playing cards or mahjong alone.

Gao Cunyi couldn't figure out what kind of trick Liu Chang'an was using. Was this the legendary "lasting effect"? He was already feeling a bit uncomfortable all over, and he didn't doubt that Liu Chang'an was fooling him. He cupped his hands in farewell and took his leave.

Liu Chang'an turned around, and Zhou Dongdong's face was already flushed red from holding back her laughter.

You can speak now.

"Call..."

Liu Chang'an continued drinking his soy milk.

"Brother Chang'an, that bad guy who tricks children comes every day. Will he definitely take me away?" Based on the conversation between Liu Chang'an and Gao Cunyi that she had just overheard, and combined with her own analytical skills, Zhou Dongdong came to this worrying question.

"Won't."

Zhou Dongdong was relieved and swaggered to the other end of the building to look at Gao Cunyi's back. She wiggled her hips and resumed her usual walking posture, swinging her arms left and right like a majestic People's People's Liberation Army uncle.

After Liu Chang'an finished his soy milk, Zhou Dongdong and Zhou Shuling went out. Auntie Xie Liu Chang'an was about to go out as well. As they walked out of the community, they saw a notice posted at the entrance of Aunt Xie's convenience store. It said that the old Zhou Laoguan, who lived upstairs from Liu Chang'an, was preparing to move to his son's house to live with him, and the house was for sale urgently.

"They say it's for retirement, but I think it's probably because Zhou Laoguan's son needs a little less money to buy a house urgently, otherwise it wouldn't be so cheap." Auntie Xie analyzed calmly. She had known the neighbors for many years and her wise and sharp eyes saw right through them.

"It's quite a good deal." Zhou Shuling was Heartbeat. Running a breakfast cart meant getting up early and working hard, and there was never a day when she could sleep in. But she could still make some money.

Those news reports about breakfast stalls and pancake stalls earning 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a month, while not everyone can achieve that, are not entirely unfounded or exaggerated. Finding a suitable location to set up a stall and earning more than the average annual wage in various cities is absolutely possible.

Liu Chang'an had no interest in buying property as an investment. He used to be a large landowner, but now all the land belongs to the state. His tomb has been dug up by archaeological teams, so he seems to have really fallen on hard times.

However, he had never actually died. A long time ago, when he changed his identity, he would go to the entire Great Tomb to mourn himself. After doing this so many times, he eventually got bored and stopped mourning himself. He even forgot where the tomb was. Over the years, he would often see some familiar and unique treasures on the black market, only to find out that yet another of his tombs had been dug up.

By the time Professor Liu came along, Liu Chang'an had even less interest in this. Now, Professor Liu was nowhere to be found, neither alive nor dead, and there was no need to even know how or where he died.

Liu Chang'an went to Xiangtan University Affiliated High School. Although it was going to rain today, sports are all about rain or shine. Except for certain weather-related events, if you decide to train based solely on the weather, you might as well go home and raise bamboo rats... Generally speaking, raising bamboo rats is more profitable than raising pigs, but the way bamboo rats look when they're burned out and dead isn't very attractive.

At this time Gao Cunyi was already in the hospital. Being hospitalized is very boring, so an extra bed was added to Wang Yibo's ward, and Gao Cunyi and Wang Yibo lay side by side.

When Pu Shougeng arrived at the hospital, there were about ten other people present. After all, Gao Cunyi's family had quite a lot of connections; otherwise, Pu Shougeng wouldn't have put up with such an incompatible disciple for so many years. Normally, following the proper etiquette between teacher and Gao Cunyi, Pu Shougeng would freely scold and reprimand Gao Cunyi. But since Gao Cunyi was hospitalized, Pu Shougeng had to come no matter how unwilling he was.

His two disciples lay side by side in the hospital. Looking at the gazes of others, Pu Shougeng knew that if he didn't do something soon, he would truly become a laughingstock and be finished.