The distant mountains are stacked, and the shades are blurred, like a literati painting with a far-reaching artistic conception, but the voices of people are boiling in the open space of the large square in front of the Star Palace, which destroys this ethereal picture and dilutes the emotion of revisiting Bu'an's hometown.

Thousands of people gathered in this open space in front of them were crowded one after another, as if they were rushing to a temple fair. However, if you pay a little attention, you can find that these people's demeanor and temperament are by no means ordinary people, etc., they are obviously all cultivated, half of them are Confucianists, and the remaining half of them are monks and laymen dressed up equally.

Tianmu Academy has always been a pure place for Confucianism to study, and it has been in decline for a long time, and there has never been such a lively scene in the past hundred years, and the courtyard is facing thousands of cultivators who flock to it, even if it has been prepared for more than a month, it is still a little caught off guard - Bu'an came here from Rudai Town at the foot of the mountain, and no one took him on the way, which is an example; and the reason for the noise in front of the Star Hall at this moment is also because Tianmu Academy is not well considered.

In short, there are too many cultivation sects that come to Tianmu Mountain, even if each sect has a few representatives, it is enough to fill the Dianxing Palace. The major academies and temples in the south of the Yangtze River are mostly figures with heads and faces, so naturally they can't open a hero conference like a vegetable market, so who enters the main hall and who waits outside the hall to listen, it took more than two hours to adjust. It wasn't until Bu'an came that it was finalized.

The crowd had finally quieted down, but when they saw more than 100 people appearing, naturally there were people coaxing again.

Bu An was about to squeeze in, when he suddenly saw a familiar figure, like a loach out of the crowd, looking at him in surprise and solemnity, and asked in a deep voice: "Bu An...... Didn't Senior Sister Lou say that you are already gone, why are you still here to join in the fun?" It was Song Qing, who had not seen him for more than half a year.

Bu An shook his head at him, and said helplessly: "It's a long story...... Where's the Master?"

Song Qing didn't answer, but just pushed Bu An out, muttering in a low voice: "Hurry up, don't ask anything, let's go quickly......"

After a few steps, someone in the crowd recognized Bu An and shouted at him.

Now such as today, the words of the grandmother's step have some weight, and as soon as they are mentioned, everyone will look this way.

Song Qing glanced back at the door of the Star Palace, and Xu saw which academy master was looking this way, so he knew that he couldn't hide it, and finally stomped his feet, glanced at Bu'an, and said angrily: "Don't come back!"

"It's better to retreat than to advance...... Bu An smiled, as if he had nothing to do.

Qingshan and Manqiu, who were standing behind him, didn't know the origin and meaning of this sentence, but Song Qing was stunned when he heard it, and then rolled his eyes, sighed again, and muttered softly: "When Shizun first came back, I thought you were dead and couldn't even eat." ”

"Really?" Bu An smiled slightly, and said in his heart, Master, Master, it turns out that you still have me as a disciple in your heart.

At this moment, a bell-like voice came from the door of the Dianxing Palace, saying that "Buzhidao" entered the hall to discuss matters, and the rest of the "idle people" waited outside the hall - the voice Bu'an recognized it as soon as he heard it, it was the great Confucian Zhao He who was guarding in front of the Dianxing Hall and asked him how many years the bamboo forest had gone.

Bu An glanced at the gate of the Dianxing Hall from a distance, then turned around and nodded and smiled at Qingshan and Manqiu, and quickly looked around at the people of the Seven Divisions, then followed Song Qing into the crowd and walked towards the Dianxing Palace.

The group of heroes gathered in the open space outside the hall either looked at Bu'an, or looked at the more than 100 "idle people" who seemed to be idle but had their own rules between the seats.

And Bu An also saw a lot of familiar faces in the crowd, among them, all the people of the Moon-Seeking Society who experienced the changes of the month by month together, and then broke out of the formation together, looked at him with eyes that were not the same as the people around him - in addition to the friendship of sharing weal and woe, the tacit understanding without words, and a chill that only those who had experienced the great changes in life and death and the blood-light killing array could have.

Bu An smiled, and followed Song Qing through the crowd in a leisurely stroll.

Song Qing is not stupid, he already knew that Bu'an was not what it used to be, but it wasn't until he stood in front of him at this moment, bathed in the eyes of everyone with different tastes, that he faintly felt that he might not be just "long-sleeved and good at dancing" at the bottom of the mountain......

"Don't talk nonsense when you go in for a while, don't be reckless, even if there is trouble, the master will find a way......" Song Qing's eyes looked at Zhao He, who was guarding outside the Dianxing Palace, but his mouth was whispering, and his tone had never been so serious.

"I know. Bu'an nodded, took a big step, and stepped onto the steps.

He has walked through these forty-nine stone steps three times, the first time is the spring exam in March of the second year of Longxing, the second time is the spring exam in April, and the third time is the old thief Bu Hongxuan rushed to force marriage, and the memory of each time is not very good, and today may be no exception......

The door of the hall was open, and without waiting for anyone to speak, Bu An walked straight across the threshold, and looked up to see that the hall that was once extremely spacious now seemed so crowded and cramped.

On both sides of the main hall, there were nearly 100 people sitting cross-legged, leaving only one of the aisles, and as soon as Bu'an entered the hall, he felt that many pairs of eyes were looking at him, but still no one told him where his position was.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he looked at the end of the aisle without caring at all, only to see that in the middle of the hall was a slightly chubby middle-aged man, and sitting on his left and right sides were two old men.

As he walked forward, he glanced at the afterglow and found that most of the halls were elderly Confucian scholars and monks, among whom there was the master of Lingyin Temple.

When passing by the old monk's side, Bu'an was a little slower, and he raised his eyebrows at him and said a slightly joking hello.

Everyone around who saw this scene was a little surprised, even Yang Xiu and Kong Tan, who were sitting behind the elders, also felt that Bu'an's move was a bit cynical, and he didn't even know the severity.

"Bu Zhidao ......" suddenly stood up and spoke up, it was the examiner on the day of the spring exam, the great Confucian Fei Yongnian. Fei Daru's voice was peaceful, not like he wanted to ask the teacher for guilt, but he felt a little kind in Bu'an's ears.

"The disciple is here. Bu'an stood in place, arching his hands, and the full hall suddenly became unusually quiet, only his own voice echoed, and the faint smile hanging on them gradually faded away, replaced by a slightly frowning brow.

Fei Yongnian sat cross-legged on the side of an old man in regular clothes, although he lowered his head, he was really familiar, who was Zhang Hangquail, not the prefect of Jiaxing?

And sitting next to Zhang Hangquail is also Bu'an's old acquaintance, who was the magistrate of Changtai County, the capital of Jianzhou in Qimin Province, and Chen Que'an, who should be the prefect of Jianzhou now......

Bu An shook his head slowly, the smile on his face reappeared, but the smile was helpless and heavy, and his heart was full of dregs and mixed feelings.

He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for Fei Yongnian's next words while looking for the familiar white clothes in the crowd.

"Princess, today should be sitting on the world, but there is a housework in Tianmu Academy, and we need to do it first...... Fei Yongnian said this, bowed his head and said: "Lord Zhang......"

Zhang Xuanquail's body shook slightly when he heard this, and then he slowly got up and saluted everyone, his eyes wandering only to avoid Bu'an. He cleared his throat, and then said loudly: "In Xia Zhang Hangquail, he was the prefect of Jiaxing, but ...... It is ashamed to say that since Zhang took office last year, he has the name of the prefect, but there is no prefect...... The affairs of the government are all decided by the step of the road!"

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