"Tuk-tuk—"

Outside the door, hideous-looking demons keep knocking on the door.

Behind the window, the car was terrified and too frightened to move.

The knock on the door of the "tuk tuk" hit his heart like a talisman, making his scalp tingle as if it had exploded. Then, seeing that the evil ghost slowly turned his head, and looked at him, the cold and evil gaze made him freeze and unable to move like a 10,000-year-old ice cellar.

"Don't come, don't come......"

Che Hao stared at him with frightened eyes and cried inwardly, but the demon suddenly pounced on him.

"Help—"

The car struggled and shouted, and the sound pierced the night sky.

"Eight poles!"

An anxious shout came, it was Fu Lin, who lived in the same inn, who heard the frightened cry of help from the car wall, and suddenly jumped up from the bed and rushed out, and even the door was broken by him.

He rushed to the front of the car and shouted anxiously: "Eight poles, eight poles......"

But there was no response from the room, so he broke through the door and rushed in, and when he looked around, he saw the car collapsed under the window on the left, and he didn't know whether it was dead or alive.

"Eight poles?!"

Fu Lin's heart trembled, so he rushed up to pick up the car, and found that he was not dead, so he sat down with a sigh of relief.

At this time, many students in the inn were awakened, especially the friends who studied with Che Yuan, who had already run to the Che Yuan room.

"Zizhi, what's going on?" a young man asked suspiciously.

"What's wrong with Hachiji? I seem to hear him shouting for help......

Everyone asked.

Fu Lin hugged the fainting Che Yuan to the bed, shook his head at everyone, and said, "When I knocked on the door and came in, Baji had already fainted on the ground. ”

After a while, the car woke up and saw a familiar face in front of the bed, only to realize that he was not dead.

"Baji, what happened just now?" a teenager asked.

Che Hao breathed a sigh of relief, and said with some horror: "There was a demon knocking on the door just now......"

"Demons knocking on the door?"

"This is impossible, how can there be evil ghosts in the city? Besides, there is an security master in the north of the city, which evil ghost does not have long eyes and dares to run into the city to harm people?"

"If there really are evil spirits running to the inn, how can we not know?"

"Brother Che, you must have read it wrong. ”

No matter how Che Kai explained, the crowd did not believe in evil spirits.

Let's not say that this is in the city, plus the head of the security courtyard is sitting in the town and waiting, so they don't hear the "tuk tuk" knock on the door as the cha hao said.

It stands to reason that the knock on the door is not small, and the rooms on both sides must be able to hear it.

However, the people who lived on both sides of the car did not hear it at all.

When everyone saw that the car was unharmed, they comforted and left, after all, it was not yet dawn......

"Zizhi, you don't believe me?"

Fu Lin did not leave, but sat in the small hall with the car.

At this time, Fu Lin didn't answer immediately, just looked at the pale face of the car and said, "Baji, it may be that you are drunk." ”

"Drunk?"

Che Hao laughed angrily, and then suddenly calmed down and said, "Now that I think about it, I was indeed wrong. ”

"This ......"

Fu Lin was a little embarrassed to look at the door that he had broken down, and said, "When the sky is bright, let the store repair it, and I can only do it tonight." ”

He stood up as he spoke, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Baji, rest early." ”

Che Yuan nodded.

But he sat still, keeping his eyes fixed on the door, and was faintly afraid that as soon as he closed his eyes, the evil spirit would knock on the door again.

Mistaken?

At first, he thought he might be wrong.

As they said, how could there be evil spirits in the city? Besides, the lord of the Anyuan was still sitting not far from the north of the city, and what evil ghost did not come to the city with long eyes?

But, he knew, he was not mistaken.

The devil is really knocking on his door......

As for the fact that he did not die, it was the evil spirit that could not pounce into the wall, and it seemed that an invisible force blocked it. Also, he had a very strange feeling that as soon as he opened the door, the demon would be able to enter......

But why didn't anyone else hear the knock on the door and didn't feel the evil spirit?

Che Yu had palpitations and sat until dawn before he dared to sleep.

......

Early in the morning, a mountain stream.

Feng Qingyan woke up at dawn, washed up and went to the study to read.

Soon after, Chen Niu drove the carriage and came to the wooden house with Mrs. Chen and the food box.

"Feng Langjun, breakfast is here. ”

Mrs. Chen got out of the car with a food box and stood at the door and said.

Feng Qingyan came out of the study when he heard the sound, smiled at the two and nodded, and saw Chen Niangzi walk into the living room with a slight bow and put the prepared breakfast on the table one by one.

"Feng Langjun, breakfast is still hot. Mrs. Chen stepped aside and said, "If you have something that doesn't suit your taste, or what you want to eat, you can tell me first." ”

Feng Qingyan nodded and sat down to eat.

"It's to my liking, and it would be better if it was lighter. ”

Feng Qingyan ate it for a while, and felt that it tasted good, so he said to Mrs. Chen.

The servant wrote it down. At this time, Chen Niang began to clean up, and asked again after a while: "Feng Langjun, do you have any clothes to change?"

"I'll just wash the clothes myself. Feng Qingyan finished eating and left the table.

"How's that going to work?"

Chen Niangzi was about to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and when she heard this, she waved her hand again and again, and said: "Feng Langjun is a scholar, how can he go to laundry like a woman, this will be laughed at." ”

"That's fine. ”

Feng Qingyan thought for a while and said.

"Feng Langjun, but you're going to the academy?"

Chen Niu, who had been waiting in front of the house, walked up the steps to ask at this time.

Feng Qingyan looked at the sky, it was not too early, so he nodded and walked into the carriage under the guidance of Chen Niu. Although the carriage was unpretentious, it was very cleanly scrubbed and covered with thick mats......

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of the cottage, and the old man guarding the door looked at Feng Qingyan in some surprise.

"I've seen Mr. Baihou. ”

After Feng Qingyan saluted, he walked towards the morning hall.

Bai Hou is the surname of the old man guarding the door, as for what the name is, whether there is a table word, Feng Qingyan does not know. In addition to feeding the green cow and teaching a few children to box, the old man has been sitting in front of his hut and sharpening his wood knife.

Usually he rarely speaks.

At this time, the morning hall was still empty, and Feng Qingyan knelt down in front of the sand table, and wrote silently one by one, so fast that it was a little unclear.

I still don't know much about how much I can read.

That's why he had to come to the morning church.

Soon, a few children came in in in a row......

In the blink of an eye, a morning passed.

Outside the thatched cottage, or on the bank of the Lingshui River, there are still many students watching the Dongguan craftsmen build the academy. There are also many students who noticed the existence of Feng Qingyan and wondered that they were still mixed with Mengtong in the year of the weak crown......

"Sir, please stay. ”

When the head of the Anyuan was about to walk out of the morning hall, Feng Qingyan hesitated.

An Xiu stopped and turned around, looking at Feng Qingyan, who had been quiet all the time, in some surprise, and said curiously, "Qingyan, what's the matter?"

"Could you please sir, read and interpret the "Yajing" in Yayu?"

Feng Qingyan leaned forward and bowed, a little worried in his heart that the master of the An Academy would refuse, "Now the progress of Mr. Teacher's teaching, Yu Qingyan is too slow." ”

The free admission to the morning hall also shows that you can only learn what you teach.

The "Ya Jing", that is, the dictionary, explains the ancient meaning of ancient words in elegant words, and is an important tool book for readers to read the poetry and the scriptures. The book contains more than 8,000 words, which can be divided into interpretation, release, etc.

Ordinary people can learn the "Yajing" without confusion, know more about the names of birds, beasts, plants, trees, insects and fish, and increase various knowledge.

But for Feng Qingyan, it is mainly for literacy and learning Yayan.

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