It is said that there is no end to learning, and such words are most thoroughly reflected in Qingcheng Academy.

Perhaps outsiders will be surprised when they come here, and there are often old and decrepit people who give gifts to young scholars and call themselves "students". But as a person in the academy, he is more accustomed to the common and strange.

It's no wonder that this is the case, the way for the poor bachelor to advance is nothing more than the imperial examination into the curtain, and these two are thousands of troops crossing the bridge of a single plank, even the Qingcheng bachelor is only in a higher position among the many people who cross the bridge, that's all.

Ji Yan stood by the stairs, waited for the white-headed old man to ascend the pavilion, saluted slightly, stretched out his hand to take the jar of wine in the old man's hand, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a few days, why is Brother Wang here today?" ”

The wine is Jiangcheng Sanzhi, Ji Yan also loves this wine very much, and the taste is light but full of aftertaste.

It's like Ji Yan talking and intersecting with this white-headed old man.

"Suddenly I wanted to drink, so I came." The old man laughed.

This white-headed old man seems to come to Qingchuan Pavilion often, he is relaxed, he doesn't look like he is in this holy land of students in the world, but more like wandering in the market, after handing over the wine jar, he will carry his hands behind his back, step by step, and wander around.

Ji Yan cleaned up a low table, brought two low stools, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that there is no wine and no food." ”

"Then fry a book of the Analects of the Sages, and then mix a plate of historical books?" The old man smiled, first went to the bookshelf and took a few books and put them on the low stool, and then spread his robe and sat down, not caring whether there were any rare and precious fragments of the books under his buttocks.

"I'm too old to bend down." The old man straightened his legs and straightened his waist, for him, who was nearly 100 years old, courtesy, righteousness and shame were never in the book.

Ji Yanzhan smiled and didn't stop him, and sat opposite the old man.

This old man is one of the few people in Ji Yan's academy who can talk about Mowgli.

He still clearly remembers that when he first saw the old man with the white head, it was also such a silence in the middle of the night, when the old man who did not know his identity but had a broad knowledge was full of drunkenness, and pointed to the Yellow Crane Tower and laughed loudly: "There are countless poets in the world who use the Yellow Crane Tower as a poet, and all eyes are moaning without disease, reading the poetry collections of the past dynasties, the old man only loves the sentence 'smashing the Yellow Crane Tower with one punch and kicking over the Parrot Island'!" ”

The Yellow Crane Tower was not shattered by a punch, but the curtain was pierced by a big hole by the old man with his teeth and claws.

Since then, it has been a year-end friend.

Fill three glasses of wine and drink it all at once.

The two of them have always been so humble when drinking, never pretentious, toasting and singing.

It was as if Ji Yan had never asked the old man what his identity was, how could he enter and leave the Qingchuan Pavilion at will in the middle of the night.

Some words are clear, no matter how casual they are, they seem contrived.

"Ever heard that two days is the annual debate at the top of the academy?" The white-headed old man drank a few glasses of wine, he was already slightly drunk, and his face was as ruddy as a child.

"Well, the day after tomorrow."

Every year in February, Qingcheng Academy will hold a debate of knowledge, no subjects, no identity, only in the moral hall set up sixteen futons, divided into the left and right sides of a higher than a order, by the college to draw up the topic, the bachelor of the hall on their own to enter the hall, wide chest, if the hall of the bachelor and the person who presides over the favor can go up to the next level, if it is refuted, the loser will be demoted until the resignation. And this highest level is called the top seat, and those who ascend to this seat can be the teacher of the seven days, give lectures, and become famous all over the world.

"Last year's debate at the top of the table Jinan Meng Pei shined alone, a group of students were speechless, retired thirteen people, and within a few days was invited to enter the guest seat of Qingzhou political envoy Xu, as a guest, I want to come to the future to fly Huang Tengda is just around the corner, Brother Ji Yan, this year should be your birth, right?" The old man hugged his knees with a smile and was leisurely.

"Brother Wang laughed, how can I be more talented than Brother Meng, if I am able to argue, I am simply the difference between him and the world."

The white-headed old man laughed: "Hahaha, the sage said, if people deceive themselves and read the sages in vain, Ji Yan You have only swept the floor and plastered in Qingchuan Pavilion for so long?" ”

Ji Yan was also not polite, and sneered: "Which saint said that?" ”

The white-headed old man raised his middle finger extremely comically and pointed at his reddish nose: "Me! King Sage! ”

Ji Yan was straightforward and said with a smile: "It seems that Wang Shengren has drunk too much?" ”

The old man drained the bowl of wine in one gulp, and sneered: "Don't think that the old man doesn't know, the old man has also read the "Ten Advices" you wrote at the beginning, although the method is quite radical, but the intention is the ills of the dynasty, the old man is amazed every time he thinks about it, and the two or three strategies have now begun to take shape in the court, especially the method of salt and iron remediation is no different from what you said, and even the old man suspects that what you wrote was not burned by a fire, but was transferred to Wang Jixin by Cheng Hao's old thing. ”

Cheng Hao is the president of Qingcheng Academy, and he is the grandfather of the queen Cheng of the dynasty.

"How does Brother Wang know that I didn't copy Lord Shoufu's governance methods?" Ji Yan plays with taste.

At the beginning, Ji Yanfen, who was still in high spirits when he was still a weak crown, wrote a book "Ten Advices" to talk about the reform of national law, but he was reprimanded by a respected old scholar of the academy for his absurd words, which destroyed the foundation of the country in vain and threw it into the furnace in front of many students. Coincidentally, at the same time, the first assistant Wang Ji's salary was on the Tianjing court to present a change of policy, many of which coincided with the "Ten Advices", the news came that the old scholar resigned from the lecture in shame, and there were rumors in the academy that Ji Yan's plan was to copy Wang Jixin's strategy.

In the end, the matter was settled, but the rumors have gradually become true.

After all, no one would believe that a poor scholar could be more far-sighted than the head of the court.

It can be seen that the world is not only ridiculously elevated and depreciated on the rivers and lakes.

The white-headed old man smacked fiercely, and his beard moved: "You shouldn't be punished for what you said?" What the old man doesn't like you the most is this yin and yang weirdness. ”

"I'm so angry."

"Why is there no yin and yang? Nine times out of ten people who are unsatisfactory in a hundred years of life, a little setback will make you self-abandonment and self-pity, you see that the three thousand students of Qingcheng Academy, no matter which one of the green shirts and white heads is not vibrant, who is like you huddled in this square inch attic all day long, the whole person is full of rotten books and eroded lifelessness, you yourself said, Confucius is a young man of your age? Which of the Confucian officials in Hanlin Academy, Guozijian, and Ouchi Imperial Study is not a dying person? ”

The old man squinted his eyes and looked sarcastic.

Ji Yan smiled and said: "Brother Wang can talk now, Lun Wenxu was the Confucius official of this Qingchuan Pavilion like me last year. ”

The white-headed old man held a dirty word in his mouth and almost blurted it out.

How can Lun Wenxu, who was in the prime of his life, be a dying person?

Ji Yan smiled silently, looking at the white-headed old man who was blowing his beard and staring, and poured a full cup for him.

The old man was lucky for half the weather, and finally smiled: "I almost choked on a word, and you still say that you are inferior to Meng Pei?" ”

"If I only talk about arguments, I really can't do it." Ji Yan smiled and said word by word.

The white-headed old man was stunned for a moment, and then reacted to the word "only", and then laughed.