In the blink of an eye, two or three days passed.

Through observation, Feng Qingyan has already known dozens or hundreds of words, and can also speak more than a dozen simple sentences. Also, he faintly noticed that there were many people in the city, discussing the thatched cottage under the burial mountain, which seemed to have been opened by some great person.

He was a little curious, so he came to the cottage early in the morning.

A thin gray-robed old man walked out of a thatched house, looked at Feng Qingyan and said, "Coming to study?"

Feng Qingyan couldn't understand what the old man was saying.

And the old man definitely couldn't understand his words, and the dozens of words he had learned didn't seem to be useful...... So he didn't say anything at all, just signaled to the school and himself, saying that he was here to study.

The old man frowned for a moment, and said, "Burial Mountain Academy, don't ask whether you are rich or poor, if you want to study, go in." ”

Feng Qingyan bowed slightly, and walked towards the thatched hall.

In the thatched hall of more than two zhang, there were several children reading crisply, Feng Qingyan did not enter the school, but just stood in front of the window of the grass hall to listen.

Inside the thatched cottage.

Seven or eight children sat on the mats.

On the pulpit, the middle-aged gentleman wore a gray robe without a collar, huge sleeves, placket, and a belt, holding a scripture in his left hand and his right hand attached to his back.

On the grass wall behind him, there is a portrait of a saint.

"The beginning, the beginning, the first, the base, the Zhao, the ancestor, the yuan, the fetus, the suction, the fall, the power of the public opinion, the beginning. Every time the middle-aged gentleman reads a word, a white text appears in front of him.

Feng Qingyan, who was standing outside the window, couldn't help but be happy when he was surprised, so he followed silently with his heart.

Just read it silently, and memorized every word and pronunciation.

It's a pity that he doesn't understand what it means.

Although the middle-aged gentleman explained word for word, he still couldn't understand a word......

"Lin, Hao, Tian, Emperor, Emperor, King, Queen, Pi, Gong, Hou, Junye. As if he hadn't seen Feng Qingyan, the middle-aged gentleman began to teach the second sentence after explaining it word by word and asking the child to read it again.

Feng Qingyan couldn't understand it, so he had to memorize it.

After listening for half an hour, he seemed to notice that the accent of the middle-aged gentleman was not the same as that of the people in the city.

The accent in the city is thicker, and it sounds like it lacks two points of charm.

Is it a dialect?

Feng Qingyan couldn't help but be stunned.

After a few moments, the middle-aged gentleman stopped teaching and let the child rest for a while.

The child had already discovered Feng Qingyan outside the window, but Mr. was teaching, and he didn't dare to look around. At this time, you can play, and they all looked at Feng Qingyan curiously, and they didn't know what to say in a low voice.

The middle-aged gentleman glanced at Feng Qingyan, and had no intention of driving away, so he let the children play for a while and then continued to teach.

Feng Qingyan had been standing outside the window, listening to the end of the morning class, and returned to the ancient city after a salute.

In the afternoon, he continued to observe and learn the language in the city.

However, when he was observing on the street, he met several teenagers who were originally talking and laughing, and when they saw him, they had a calm face, and some people snorted at him angrily.

This made him a little baffled.

He thought about it, he hadn't offended anyone in the past few days he had been in the city, so he didn't bother to delve into it, and besides, he still had to learn the language......

In the evening, review everything you have learned during the day.

The next morning, he went to the cottage again and stood quietly outside the window to listen.

When the morning class is over, I bow to the cottage and leave, and return to the city in the afternoon to continue learning the language. He saw that the middle-aged gentleman still had no intention of driving away, and the old man who seemed to be guarding the door ignored him, so he went to the cottage on time every morning to observe.

This has benefited him a lot.

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Snow Moon Inn.

"Zizhi, can I find out who that person is?"

When the shouting young man saw the door open and walked in, one young man and one young man, he couldn't help but ask out loud.

Everyone else in the room looked at the two of them curiously.

The older young man's name is Fu Lin, his words are straight, he looks like he is about eighteen or nineteen years old, but at this time he frowned and shook his head and said: "I can't ask anything, no one knows where he comes from, and no one knows what his name is, but it's a bit mysterious." ”

"Not really. A teenager was stunned.

At this time, Fu Lin walked to the brazier, baked the fire and said, "But I think it is very likely that he is the same as us, he is coming to the academy, but I don't know which family disciple ......."

"It doesn't have to be a clan, it may also be a clan. The younger boy said.

"Yes, I think it's also a scholar. "There is a teenager said.

Fu Lin glanced at the two teenagers, sneered and said, "His part is out of the ordinary, and it is not something that ordinary scholars can cultivate. ”

Everyone was a little displeased when they heard this.

Because all of you are nobles, there is no need to belittle yourself, even though this is the case.

"Fu Lin, are you sure?"

The face of the shouting young man was a little ugly.

If the young man in white was really a disciple of a clan, wouldn't he be humiliating himself?

The Shi clan and the Shi clan are two classes, and it is usually difficult to play together, and they all play their own games.

If a disciple of the Shi clan rashly enters the circle of disciples of the Shi clan, no one will pay attention to it at all, and he may even bring humiliation on himself.

Of course, there are no absolutes.

As long as he is talented or has a skill, even if he is a Han scholar, he can play well in the circle of disciples of the world, and even get the favor of big people.

"There are exceptions to everything, maybe it's not even a scholar, it's just a common man?" Fu Lin said with a smile.

But, is it possible?

Even the two teenagers thought it was unlikely.

The next morning, everyone came to the cottage in a carriage, and they were a little surprised to see Feng Qingyan standing outside the window listening from a distance.

"What is he doing here?" asked a young man, puzzled.

"Who knows. ”

They thought it was a little strange, but they didn't bother with it.

And they naturally didn't expect that Feng Qingyan, who they guessed to be a disciple of the world, was actually a person who didn't even know a word.

Come in the next few days.

When they came to the cottage in the morning, they would see the figure in white, standing outside the window of the cottage and listening. When the morning class ended, he saluted Mr. like a normal student......

"He, can't he be an observer?" asked a teenager.

"This is the morning hall, how is it possible?"

A young man shook his head, how could a dignified disciple of the clan not even know a word, and he was still studying in the morning hall?

The morning hall is the enlightenment school, a school that specializes in teaching young children to read and write.

Even the shouting youth didn't believe it.

But two days later, they were stunned to see the unearthly figure in white, who actually walked into the morning hall with several children, knelt down and listened carefully to the middle-aged gentleman's lecture.

This made them feel like they were going to hell, and they couldn't believe their eyes.

"He, he ......"

A young man was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and looked at Fu Lin with his eyes blared: "He, he, isn't he a disciple of the Shi clan, how can he still be in the morning hall?"

Fu Lin was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

However, how could a person who was still studying in the morning hall have such a share of being out of the ordinary? If he still does not believe it, there must be a misunderstanding.

"You can't really be an illiterate commoner, right?" said a young man.

"Or else?"

At this time, the shouting young man squinted at the grass hall, and then laughed at everyone: "Haha, it turned out to be a white ding, and he deserves to drink with us?"

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