In the early morning of the 11th day of November in the fourth year of Yuankang, Zheng Sheng walked out of the house, looking at the snowflakes that were getting bigger and bigger in the sky, wondering if this class would be canceled because of bad weather?

But no matter whether Master Yu, who had difficulty walking, wanted to cancel the course or not, he had to go to Guozi to study. After all, this is the first time in class.

Zheng Sheng mounted his horse and walked cautiously on the road that had just been swept away, but was soon covered with snowflakes.

Zheng Sheng's cloak and hat were also quickly covered with snow, and the strength of this wind and snow could only be felt when walking on the street. Zheng Sheng regretted that he didn't go out in the car.

When he arrived at Tongtuo Street, Zheng Sheng found that the lively street had become less crowded at this time. The same is true when you come to the door of Guozi School.

But the difference is that today's Guozixue is open. When Zheng Sheng walked past the door, a porter in his forties just looked up at him lazily from the window of the house, and then ignored him.

Zheng Sheng tied the horse into the stable, and then walked through the front yard, and found that this Guozixue was completely different from what he had imagined, without the strict and orderly classrooms, straight and clean roads and corridors of later generations.

In front of him were quiet paths that twisted and twisted, lined with snowflake-covered trees, and some classrooms-like rooms hidden at the ends of the paths.

Zheng Shengxin said where is this school, it's a small amusement park at all! What a lot of construction! Although the backyard of his Qingzhu Academy is similar to here, it is a mountain forest, and Guozixue is on Luoyang Tongtuo Street, where every inch of land is valuable, and the two cannot be compared at all.

Zheng Sheng hesitated - because he didn't know where to go!

He only remembered that Master Yu had told him that he wanted him to go to the Bingwu Sect to listen to the class, but where was the Bingwu Sect? Do you want him to look for it one by one?

Zheng Sheng thought for a while, and resolutely walked towards the first fork on the left, there was a row of scattered wooden houses in the depths of this path, which should be the so-called teaching house, right?

Zheng Sheng came to the first wooden house and listened to a high-pitched voice in the house: "There are clouds: Tao gives birth to one, life to two, two to three, and three to all things." ”

Is this explaining the Tao Te Ching? Zheng Sheng looked into the room curiously through the window, but saw four or five teenagers sitting together, debating fiercely.

It's actually talking! Zheng Sheng really admired these people's full interest in Qing Talk. Talking every year, every day, all the time, will you dream at night and talk about it?

Zheng Sheng stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door, took off his hat from his head, beat the snow on his body, and then looked back at the wooden door that was still closed with a strange expression.

Zheng Sheng listened to the heated debate inside, and couldn't help but think: Those people shouldn't have heard the door ring, right?

Zheng Sheng had no choice but to knock on the door with more force.

Still no response.

Zheng Sheng had no choice but to push the door in, but he only pushed it away with a light push. Zheng Sheng walked into the house and looked at them.

But they didn't seem to notice a stranger walking in, and they didn't stop talking.

Zheng Sheng coughed violently. The young man, who was explaining his point aloud, stopped speaking in confusion and turned his head to him.

The others also turned around and turned strange glances at him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am a new student, and I am going to the Bingwu School to attend a class. How do I get there? ”

"Bingwu Sect House? Are you a disciple of Master Yu Qiaonan? Or a new student, what's your name? The young man who was interrupted looked at him a little strangely.

"My name is Zheng Sheng and I'm from Nanyang, Jingzhou."

"Zheng Sheng of Nanyang, Jingzhou?" When they heard the name, they looked at him with strange and curious eyes.

"Ji Guang, you can take him there." The young man turned to look at the other young man beside him.

Ji Guang stood up and walked to Zheng Sheng's side with some reluctance: "Let's go." ”

Zheng Sheng thanked the young man and followed Ji Guang out of the door.

This Ji Guang is also not very old, only about eighteen or nineteen years old. But his unhappy look made Zheng Sheng a little embarrassed.

Zheng Sheng thought to himself that Ji Guang might be very reluctant to miss this conversation, and he just needed to let Ji Guang show the way, and he didn't have to go over together. So he spoke: "Brother Ji." ”

"Zheng Sheng, Ji Guang is my word, I don't have the surname Ji." Ji Guang said solemnly.

Zheng Sheng was stunned.

"Actually, my surname is Zheng, and my name is Zheng Song. From Xingyang. Zheng Song continued.

Zheng Sheng understood even more, it turned out that after the young man knew his name, he specially asked Zheng Song of the Zheng clan in Xingyang to send him over, because they were both surnamed Zheng, and maybe even the same clan.

But to put it mildly, although Xingyang Zheng and Nanyang Zheng have the same surname, after Dao Ming surname, Zheng Shengli should feel closer to Zheng Song. But the Nanyang Zheng family and the Xingyang Zheng family have never had any contact. This chance encounter with Zheng Song feels like the first meeting of ordinary strangers. Zheng Sheng didn't think that the other party was any different because Zheng Song was from Xingyang.

So after Zheng Song finished saying his name, the two fell silent again and walked silently in the snowy Guozixue.

The location of the Bingwu Sect House also seemed to be a little remote, and the two of them left the path Zheng Sheng had originally taken, and they went further and further away. In the end, Zheng Song led him to another wooden house surrounded by snow-covered woods, "This is the Bingwu Sect House." ”

Zheng Sheng looked left and right, and found that behind the wooden house was a faintly visible high wall, Zheng Shengmo wrote down the specific location, and said to Zheng Song: "Thank you, Brother Ji Guang." ”

Zheng Song hesitated for a moment and said to him: "You have just arrived in Luoyang, if you encounter trouble, you can go to Xicheng Guangdri to find me." ”

Zheng Sheng nodded with a smile: "Okay." ”

Zheng Song turned to leave.

Zheng Sheng walked towards what appeared to be a wooden house with two rooms in front and back.

He knocked softly on the door, and soon there was a sound of broken footsteps, and the door was opened.

What appeared in front of Zheng Sheng was indeed the cute child Yu Huan. When he saw that it was Zheng Sheng outside the house, his eyes couldn't help but light up: "It's you, come in." ”

Zheng Sheng smiled and nodded at him, shook off the snow on his body, and walked into the warm room.

The front room is not small, and Master Yu is sitting behind a large desk, reading a book carefully.

And in front of him, there were several seats around him.

Further outside the seats, there are several charcoal stoves.

In addition, to the left rear of Master Yu is a bookshelf full of books.

Zheng Sheng was a little dazed, because he was the only one in this sect house except for the grandson surnamed Yu. He can't be the only disciple, right? Zheng Sheng suddenly thought of this terrifying possibility.

"Zheng Sheng has arrived? Well, you're harder than those boys! Master Yu raised his head and looked at him, "Have you read three hundred poems?" ”

Zheng Sheng nodded: "I have read it." ”

Master Yu took a thin booklet: "This is a book of poetry I bought from your self-cultivation bookstore. Today, you will savor the first three songs. Before noon, I'll test you. ”

Zheng Sheng was even more dazed, that's all? And it's still a book of poetry sold in a self-cultivation bookstore?

"You can sit in these seats as much as you like." Master Yu continued.

Zheng Sheng said hello, then found a seat and sat down, he turned his head to look at Yu Huan, the child was sitting upright, writing seriously.

Zheng Sheng smiled and opened the book of poetry in his hand.