I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

“At the moment, there is an errand for you.”

Wu Mister Yun, created by Zhang Dongyun projection, said calmly.

Xu Xingzhi bowed and said: “Sir, please tell me.”

“Teaching.” Wu Mister Yun smiled slightly.

Xu Xingzhi was surprised again.

For him, a former teacher of the White Horse Academy, teaching and lectures is really nothing new.

At this time, there was even a sense of expectation in his heart.

In this Chang’an City, are there good seedlings who participate in the study of Confucian classics?

However, after being beaten by Wu Mister Yun just now, Xu Xingzhi inevitably feels uneasy at this moment. He feels that it should be Wu Mister Yun’s test on him. There will be no such cheap good thing.

While guessing in his mind, he replied: “Everything is in accordance with Mr.’s arrangements.”

Wu Mister Yun slightly nodded: “After you settle down in your residence, go to the college in Beicheng, Find someone who is surnamed He and listen to his arrangements.”

“Yes, sir.” Xu Xingzhi said solemnly.

There is a college in this mysterious city in the deep mountains?

Regardless of the scale, the rulers of Chang’an City can have this heart, which proves that they are really big.

Xu Xingzhi feels that he has come to the right place.

He followed the arrangement, followed the people to the place where he lived, set the shape, and then went out to the northern neighborhood in Chang’an City.

Xu Xingzhi is the cultivator of the Confucian Sixth Stage. He doesn’t need to ask people in the city to know the specific location of the academy.

Looking from a distance, Xu Xingzhi saw a Dao Void’s phantasmagoria, rushing into the sky.

A little closer, you can hear the faint sound of a loud book.

Xu Xingzhi smiled slightly and walked there.

However, as he got closer, Xu Xingzhi frowned secretly.

When he reached the gate of the college, he stopped and did not go in immediately.

The plaque on the door contains the four characters “Chang’an Academy”.

It has the same name as this Chang’an City, which shows the out of the ordinary.

However, Xu Xingzhi observed carefully, but couldn’t feel the Confucian cultivator inside.

The sound of the book and the literary atmosphere are all ordinary and common Scholars.

Here, there is no Confucian cultivator?

Or to say that there are genius children, but lack a person to teach them?

Or, there is a Confucian expert, but I didn’t notice it… Xu Xingzhi was full of doubts.

After clearing his mind, he knocked on the courtyard door.

Soon, a concierge opened the door and looked up and down Xu Xing one eye: “This gentleman is…”

Xu Xingzhi took a deep breath: “Xu Xingzhi of Baima Academy, On the order of Wu Mister Yun, come here to teach and find a gentleman of surnamed He.”

The concierge asked him to come in: “It turned out to be Wu Mister Yun鈥檚 arrangement. Mr. Xu invited in. Mister He is now Class is in progress, you might as well wait a moment.”

“Can I go to class together to listen?” Xu Xingzhi asked.

“Naturally, Mister He told me that as long as you don’t disturb other people who are attending the class, anyone can go there at any time.”

After hearing the answer from the other party, Xu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows slightly again .

He calmed down, went to class with the other party, and stood quietly outside the door.

In class, a white clothed youth is giving a lecture.

A large group of students are suppressed below.

Xu Xingzhi was outside the door, and he didn’t hear a few words before he felt something wrong.

He observes carefully and confirms again and again before he is sure that he has made no mistake.

A large group of people in this class do not have a Confucian cultivation base, or even a little talent or culture.

The talent that the academy rushes into the sky is just that they study together and publish because of articles, and they gather together.

The origin of this group of students is myriad.

There is a farmer whose cheeks are flushed by the sun, and there is already dried mud on the cuffs of his trousers.

There are old people with gray hair and cloudy eyes.

There is a woman who is slightly cramped with Jingchai.

And so on.

There are school-age children, but even half of the class is not enough.

The content of the white clothed youth lecture is also extremely simple.

It is not so much an article as it is to facilitate illiterate literacy.

However, those who teach are attentive, and those who listen are also serious.

Xu Xingzhi watched quietly and gradually saw the doorway.

The white clothed youth is a Confucian cultivator, and the level is not low.

Most of the people attending the class don’t say a basket of words, don’t even know half of the basket.

But the Confucian splendid mouth is used in lectures by white clothed youth, which has an almost empowering effect on the students in the classroom.

So the class progress and results are very gratifying.

Xu Xingzhi watched in secret, looking thoughtful.

I don’t know how long it has been, this class is announced to be over, and the people in the room left in small groups.

They go back to their respective homes and have to do their own things.

But everything in class is slowly changing their lives.

In the house, there are still a few people left.

Xu Xingzhi noticed them very early.

That are a few Scholars.

However, he failed to embark on the path of Confucian cultivation.

Moreover, according to Xu Xingzhi’s observation, they should not have the potential to embark on a cultivation road in the future.

These scholars came to Chang’an City when they were unable to survive the famine in Longbei County, so the victims fled together.

After entering the city, they resumed their old professions and recruited students to teach.

After Zhang Dongyun asked Shen Herong to open Chang’an Academy, these people were absorbed.

They also listen to Shen Herong in class, and then teach it all to others.

Chang’an Academy is not the only city in the city, but a network with the Academy as the center and the periphery.

In addition, Wu Mister Yun has continuously issued government decrees to give preferential treatment to Scholar, which makes the atmosphere of studying in Chang’an City more and more intense.

After the few private school gentlemen left, Xu Xingzhi slowly walked inside.

“Mister He, Xu Xingzhi came by order.”

Shen Herong, who looks like incarnation white clothed youth, is nodded:

“The preparations for the Chengnan Branch are about to be completed, you are The cultivator of the Sixth Stage happened to host it in the past.”

It is of course good to be able to form a family on its own, but Xu Xingzhi is not busy and happy: “I wonder if there are standards for the admissions ceremony?”

“There is no standard, men, women, and children can go to school.” Shen Herong replied: “There are regulations in the city, everyone must go to school.”

It’s really for the common people… Xu Xingzhi slow Slowly put out a breath: “Actually…To verify whether a person has talent and potential, there are already many ways.”

“It doesn’t matter whether there is cultural talent or not.”

Shen and Rong’s opponent: “The important thing is that everyone can read and read.”

“Why did Wu Mister Yun have such a strange order…” Xu Xingzhi whispered.

Shen Herong looked at him for a while, then smiled suddenly: “This is the order of the Lord Chang’an City.”

Xu Xingyi was taken aback, and after a while, the white clothed youth gave a salute in front of him. :

“Students must do their best and dare not to be negligent, thank Mister He for guidance.”

Shen Herong looked at each other up and down, picked up a pen and dipped the ink, and wrote on the paper.

After finishing writing, she handed it to Xu Xingzhi: “This word is for you.”

Xu Xingzhi took a look, and was immediately shocked again.

The content on the paper is:

“Words”

Shen Herong is really unambiguous, saying that if you give him a “character”, the lunch is really a “character” .

Xu Xingzhi was a little bit ridiculous at the beginning.

But when he looked at the ink marks on the paper carefully, his eyes gradually became dull, and his spirit was deeply immersed in it.

Shen Herong put down his pen and sat behind the table, each minding their own business reading.

The sky is light outside, and it gradually darkens into the night.

The lights in the house lit up, and Xu Xingzhi suddenly woke up.

“Sir, this word…” His eyes still couldn’t leave the paper.

Shen and Rong鈥檚 eyes did not leave the book he was reading either:

“Words, culture, articles, and the foundation of civilization. In recent years, the more books I read, the more I feel, one by one. The words themselves are infinite mystery, lithe and graceful.”

“Mr. Xie.”

Xu Xingzhi a little desperate to thank him for leaving.

His eyes were still on the paper, and he stumbled as he walked, so that when he went out, the scarf on his head was bumped.

Shen Herong, who didn’t care much at first, frowned suddenly, and glanced at the other side’s back unconsciously.

She subconsciously wanted to put the hat on for the other party.

But suddenly realized something, and finally did not stand up, just a little uncomfortable movement of the body.

She wanted to open her mouth to remind the other person, but in the end she closed her mouth and said nothing but sighed.

“It’s hard for you to endure so hard.”

Zhang Dongyun’s figure is sitting in the chair opposite Shen Herong without warning.