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The long bell rang, and the students immediately stopped chatting and talking, and lined up according to the established order, a bit like Xu Xian's morning drill when he went to school before he crossed over.

Qin Jie and the others also finished talking to Xu Xian and went to line up.

Xu Xian found the position of Ding and the other class, ranking behind Tang Wanrong.

In the dormitory just now, Tang Wanrong had already told him that he would practice the six arts of the gentleman in the afternoon, but before learning the six arts of the gentleman, he would first concentrate on the school field to practice the five holy piles.

As for what the Five Holy Piles were, Tang Wanrong didn't have time to explain, Xu Xian was confused, and could only understand that it was an ancient version of gymnastics.

However, before the drill of the Five Holy Piles began, Xu Xian was called away by Zhang Jingming.

In the hall dedicated to the Holy Prophet and the sages, Zhang Jingming met with Xu Xian.

"Students meet teachers." Xu Xian stepped inside and saluted Zhang Jingming.

Zhang Jingming bowed his head slightly and said, "First kneel down and worship the Holy Master and all the sages." ”

"No."

Xu Xian walked up, knelt down on the futon in front of the offering table, and then bowed three times and bowed nine times.

After kneeling down, he walked back to Zhang Jingming, stood with his hands bowed, and looked like he was being taught at any time.

"You earnestly look at the portraits of the Holy Prophet and the Four Saints." Zhang Jingming said, "Carefully experience the charm of the saints and keep it in mind." ”

"Yes." Xu Xian responded, then turned around and looked up carefully at the portrait hanging on the wall behind the altar of incense on the offering table.

I saw the portrait of Confucius, the most holy teacher of Confucianism, hanging in the middle of the wall, occupying most of the wall, and on both sides of the portrait of Confucius were the portraits of the four saints: Fu Sheng Yan Hui, Shu Shengzi Si, Zongsheng Zengzi and Yasheng Mencius.

These five portraits are very well painted, not only think that they are vividly painted, but also have charm, each with different artistic conceptions, and the artistic conception is far-reaching and grand. Among them, the portrait of Confucius is the most.

Xu Xian looked at these portraits, and felt that the characters in the paintings seemed to come to life, their temperament and demeanor appeared in front of him like living people, and there seemed to be a faint sage singing in his ears, which shocked him for a while.

I don't know how long it took, knowing that Zhang Jingming spoke out, Xu Xian came back to his senses.

"You come with me."

Zhang Jingming said, then turned around and walked out of the Holy Ancestor and the Sages Offering Hall

Although Xu Xian was puzzled in his heart, he couldn't help but follow Zhang Jingming without saying a word.

In addition to the offering hall, pass through the cloister and enter a small secluded courtyard.

That small courtyard was Zhang Jingming's residence in Muyang Academy, and Xu Xian entered it once when he was officially apprenticed.

In the center of the courtyard, Zhang Jingming stopped and turned to look at Xu Xian.

"We Confucian disciples must learn the Five Holy Piles when they get started." Zhang Jingming's tone was unhurried, he was thin, his hair and beard were gray, but his waist was straight, giving people the feeling of being proud of the pine trees and snow in the rocky mountains.

"The Five Holy Piles are inspired by the five fowl operas of the divine doctor Hua Tuo, and the method created by the essence of the wisdom of the sages and Confucianism. The Five Holy Piles are based on the internal foundation of visualizing the meteorological charm of the Holy Master, the Restoration of the Holy Yan Hui, the Narrative of the Holy Son, the Sect Sage Zengzi and the Sub-Sage Mencius, supplemented by body movements, which can strengthen the body and wisdom of the brain, and better understand the thoughts of the saints, accept the influence of the saints, and cultivate the heroic spirit of our Confucianism. ”

Xu Xian was dumbfounded when he heard this, this Five Holy Pile was definitely something that Confucianism in ancient China did not have.

Hearing Zhang Jingming's introduction to the Five Holy Piles, he couldn't help but think of things in martial arts.

It is said that the three major internal fists of Taijiquan, Baguazhang and Xingyiquan all have fixed pile methods, such as the mixed yuan pile of Taijiquan, the three-body style (three-talent style) of Xingyiquan, and so on. These piles are the foundation of the boxing method, and the moves are just an extension of the foundation of the pile method.

I only heard Zhang Jingming continue: "Today, the teacher will teach you the first of the five holy piles - the sub-holy pile." The first thing to do is to visualize the sub-sage in your mind, Mencius is eloquent, mighty, and majestic, and then the body movements are ......"

Xu Xian hurriedly dispelled the shock in his heart, watched Zhang Jingming's drill intently, and kept in mind the main points of Zhang Jingming's explanation.

Half an hour later, Xu Xian learned the Yasheng pile.

"If you want to practice the Yasheng pile well, in addition to looking at the portrait of Yasheng Mencius from time to time, you need to be familiar with Mencius and deeply understand the ideological essence of Mencius." Zhang Jingming finally said.

Xu Xian bowed and bowed deeply: "No." Students remember the teacher's teachings. ”

Zhang Jingming bowed his head slightly and said, "You take a rest for a stick of incense, and then learn the six arts as a teacher." As a teacher, you are proficient in music, archery, and calligraphy, which one do you want to learn first? ”

Xu Xian pondered and felt that he had no ambition to march and fight, and he just had to learn the bow and arrow so-so. As for calligraphy, although it is important, as a Confucian disciple, I will definitely write every day in the future, as long as I pay attention to it, the writing should not be too ugly. On the other hand, in terms of music, there is no guidance, so it is difficult to get started, and it is even more difficult to master.

"I beg the teacher to pass me on the music." So he bowed and bowed deeply.

When Zhang Jingming heard this, a smile couldn't help but appear on his serious face, and said, "Okay." As a teacher, I will pass on your happiness. For the other five arts, you learn from other gentlemen first. ”

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In the evening, as the sun set, Xu Xian respectfully bowed to Zhang Jingming, and then said goodbye and left.

At this time, it was already dinner time, and the students sat down in groups to eat together.

Xu Xian ordered a meal and was going to find Tang Wanrong, but was stopped by Qin Jie and others to eat together.

Xu Xian, Qin Jie and others sat down to eat together, which naturally attracted the attention of many people and became the focus.

Tang Wanrong sat alone to eat, she had just entered Muyang Academy, and her classmates were not familiar with each other, and she was worried that her daughter's identity would be discovered, so she had no friends for the time being.

When she just sat down to eat, she was worried that Xu Xian would harass her, but when she suddenly found that Xu Xian was actually sitting and eating with Qin Jie and others, she complained a little in her heart.

"Stinky Xu Xian, Miss Ben mistook you, with those high-level friends of Qin Jie, she forgot about me, a tablemate and roommate!"

Xu Xian, who was talking and laughing with Qin Jie and the others, would definitely feel that he was comparable to Dou E if he knew Tang Wanrong's thoughts, and he would have died unjustly.

After dinner and a short rest, the sun is completely sinking in the west, and the night is shrouded.

However, Muyang Academy did not become quiet as night fell, but immediately became brightly lit, and the sound of Lang reading aloud was endless.

It turned out that although Muyang Academy did not hold classes at night, the students were still reading in the classroom at night.

Of course, there are also some students who want to read and think quietly, and these students go into the dormitory, light the oil lamp to read and do learning.

Xu Xian didn't go to the classroom to read, because the effect of reading aloud was far less effective than reading the books in the library in his mind, so he walked into the dormitory.

When he walked to the door of the dormitory, he found that there was a light inside, and he expected Tang Wanrong to be inside, so he pushed the door in with a smile.

Yes!

Suddenly, a frightened scream came from inside, nearly puncturing his eardrums.