The shore of the spiritual water in front of the thatched cottage.

Several teenagers who came with the building boat walked on the snow and looked around, with unconcealed disappointment in their eyes, and a faint regret in their hearts. As one of the eighty-one academies of Confucianism, the Burial Mountain Academy, compared with other academies, the gap is too big.

How does this compete with other colleges?

However, the top ten colleges are not so easy to enter, especially the top three colleges, the competition is too fierce.

However, there are thousands of academies in the world, but there are only eighty-one academies registered in Confucianism.

Therefore, even the worst registered academy of Confucianism is still the top academy in the whole world, and no one wants to go further.

The boys were silent for a while.

"We're here for the top ten disciples of the academy, so why care about anything else?"

An older boy looked at everyone and smiled and said, "If it is the top ten academies, the genius is like a carp crossing the river, and there is no chance for us to compete for it at all." Although the Burial Mountain Academy was newly built, it was nothing, and there was not even a great Confucian in charge, but it was our opportunity......"

When the young men heard this, they suddenly came to their senses.

"That's right. ”

A young man patted his thigh and said, faintly excited in his heart, "If you become one of the top ten disciples of the academy, haha......"

"Just you?"

A girl glanced at the boy and didn't believe it at all.

Even if it is a newly built academy, it is still not easy to become a top ten disciple, they can think of coming to the new academy to compete for the position of top ten disciples, and other students can also think of it.

I'm afraid that before the academy was decided, many people had already begun to plan.

The top ten disciples of the academy are not just an honor......

"What's wrong, I can't?"

The young man snorted coldly and said, "These ten disciples, I'm going to decide." ”

"Hehe, it's a fool's dream. The girl said with some ridicule, "Even if I am not necessarily able to win the position of the top ten disciples, let alone you?"

"We'll see. ”

The young man was annoyed and walked away.

"Alright. ”

At this time, the sixteen-year-old boy who was surrounded by them said in a deep voice, looked at the girl with a sense of lesson, and said, "Zhu Yan, you don't have to say a word." Then he looked at the young man who was leaving and shouted, "Liu Ling, when you come back, you will be angered by people in one or two words, and all these years, the books have been read in vain?"

The boy had no choice but to stop.

"Actually, the top ten disciples can win the best, and it's nothing if they don't win. ”

The eldest boy took a look at it, then he opened the topic, and when he saw that everyone was looking at him, he said, "Actually, our father sent us to the academy, and the most important thing is to become the disciples of the master of the academy......

"I heard that the master of the Anyuan is the first person under the Great Confucian. A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy asked curiously, "Is this true?"

"Of course it's true. ”

The eldest boy replied, and then whispered: "I have also heard that the master of the Anyuan will become a great Confucian in less than ten years, and he will be even more virtuous, otherwise how can he overpower the other great Confucians and take charge of the last academy on the books?"

"The posture of the great sage?"

The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was surprised: "Qi Ming, who did you listen to?"

The eldest boy glanced at the sixteen-year-old boy and smiled and said no more.

"Becoming an introductory disciple of the Master of the Anyuan is probably even more difficult than becoming a top ten disciple......" The sixteen-year-old boy looked at everyone and shook his head and said, even he didn't have full confidence, "Even if it is a registered disciple, it is not easy. ”

......

In the mountains, the mountain soul shuttles through the forest with Feng Qingyan.

Under its hard work, it even picked a long-aged Ganoderma lucidum, which made Feng Qingyan happy for a while.

This Ganoderma lucidum alone is not in vain for him to run into the mountains.

In the herb collection room, it was getting dark.

Feng Qingyan ate some dry food, closed his eyes and carefully recalled what he had learned in the past few days, and then reviewed the words one by one on the snow......

Continue to collect medicine during the day.

In the blink of an eye, another day passed.

When he came out of the burial mountain with a basket full of herbs on his back, four days had passed.

However, when he saw the academy that was suddenly in full swing, he couldn't help but be surprised, in just four days, the surroundings of the grass hall had already changed greatly.

He looked at it and returned to the wooden house, and found that it had almost been zoned as a college.

Feng Qingyan rested for a while, then went to Bocheng with herbs on his back, and encountered several carriages on the way.

When passing the Lingshui Bridge, one of the carriages stopped beside him, and a handsome young man with an extraordinary temperament lifted the curtain, looked at Feng Qingyan, who was still out of the ordinary, although he was carrying a bamboo basket of herbs, and said with a smile: "Brother Tai is going to Bocheng?"

"Exactly. ”

Feng Qingyan turned around and said, observing the other party.

"I'm also going to Bocheng, together?" the extraordinary young man invited with a smile.

Lingshui Bridge is still more than ten miles away from Bocheng, Feng Qingyan thought about it without pretentiousness, and got into the carriage with a slight salute.

Besides, he also wants to meet some people and make some friends.

As for the medicine basket, it was taken over by the groom who drove the car.

The interior of the carriage is decorated in a simple and unpretentious manner, with a low table on the left side, a volume of books on it, and behind the young man sitting cross-legged, there are several rolls of bamboo slips and more than a dozen old books neatly stacked......

"In the next Zhou Chang, I haven't asked my brother Taigao for his name. The young man smiled and bowed.

"Feng Qingyan, I've seen Brother Zhou. ”

Feng Qingyan sat down and leaned forward to return the salute.

"Listening to Brother Feng's accent, are you from Bocheng?" Zhou Chang was slightly surprised.

"It's half a Bocheng person. Feng Qingyan said, and then asked with some curiosity, "Brother Zhou is here for the academy? I see that during this time, there are many foreign students who seem to be coming for the academy, what is it?"

"Exactly. ”

Zhou Chang nodded, and after knowing that Feng Qingyan was from the Northland, he explained: "What is under construction is one of the eighty-one academies of Confucianism, and it has a lofty position in the hearts of scholars in the world, so it is natural that countless scholars will come from thousands of miles away. ”

Confucianism?

Eighty-One College?

Feng Qingyan was a little curious in his heart, but he didn't ask rashly.

Soon after arriving in Bocheng, Feng Qingyan turned around after saluting Zhou Chang and walked towards the medicine hall with the medicine basket on his back.

In front of the carriage, Zhou Chang watched Feng Qingyan's figure disappear before turning around, walked back to the carriage and sat down, and sighed: "I can't imagine that the little Bocheng would meet such an unearthly person......"

Although Feng Qingyan collected medicine in the burial mountain for several days, his white clothes were still spotless.

The temperament is still out of the ordinary.

This time, the medicine was sold for nearly ten taels of silver, of which the Ganoderma lucidum was sold for more than seven taels. If he just lived simply, it would be enough for him to last three or five months, but if he was interested in the Holy Dao, he would naturally have to study the Four Treasures and so on......

Even if you save it, it won't last long.

On the way back, he thought about money, but couldn't find anything to do for the time being.

Before I knew it, I returned to Lingshui Bridge, and I saw hundreds of craftsmen from a distance, distributed on the grass slopes, ridge heads, mountain streams, valley bottoms, etc., around the grass hall, or splitting mountains and stones, or cutting trees to build bridges, or digging the ground into lakes, or filling pits to build buildings......

There are craftsmen who measure the flat ground with water hanging, hang ropes on the pillars, and inspect the sun and shadow to square the square.

There are also craftsmen who record the sunrise shadow, the mid-day shadow and the sunset shadow during the day, and at night they take the position of the pole star to the positive scene and the sunset.

The academy covers an area of several miles and has nine longitudes and nine latitude roads.

The front is the gatehouse square, the middle is the scripture school, the left is the temple of all saints, the right is the field of Junyi, the back is the room of teachers and students, and there are countless buildings and pavilions in the meantime.

This opened Feng Qingyan's eyes, and he was secretly amazed in his heart.

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