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There is already a concept of "weekend" in Xiaoshengxianzhuang, they will rest every few days of class, yesterday Zimo took advantage of the rest time to go to work in an inn, and today is going to class.

Early in the morning, Zimo first washed up, then put on a Confucian service, and was about to go to class.

"Haha, good morning Zimo."

Zimo was walking towards the "Wendao Academy", when suddenly a rough voice came from behind, and when he turned around, it was none other than the shopkeeper Ding.

"Good morning, Shopkeeper Ding." Zimo responded with a smile, this time he didn't call him "master", after all, in Confucianism, there is still a gentleman's opinion that he is far away from cooking, if he is heard by Fu Nian, it will not be good.

There was also a young man next to the shopkeeper Ding, but it was not Shi Lan, just an ordinary disciple of the Mo family.

If you calculate the time, the current Shilan should still be in Shushan, and now Qin Shihuang has just founded the country, and he hasn't found time to clean up Shushan for a while, but it's not far away.

Shopkeeper Ding patted Zimo on the shoulder, then hummed a little song, and left, and the young man next to him also smiled at Zimo, which was regarded as a greeting.

Zimo didn't dare to delay any longer, and immediately ran towards Wendao Academy, today is the head of the school's class, and no one dares to be late.

Confucianism now has three stewards, known as the "Qilu Sanjie", respectively, the head of the family Fu Nian, the second head Yan Lu, and the third master Zhang Liang.

When it comes to Fu Nian, he is upright and serious, calm and calm, not smiling, if he makes a mistake, the punishment is the heaviest, the students here never dare to laugh in front of him, even Zimo is the same.

Knock knock! Knock knock!

The students had already done it, and Fu Nian stepped into the academy again, sat on the ground, and glanced at the students below, as if giving people a feeling of not being angry and arrogant.

Tick mile tick mile.

Fu Nian turned out a bamboo slip, from left to right from top to bottom, the title of the article is called the Book of Poetry, Zhaonan, Grass Worm, it seems that the Book of Poetry is the knowledge they want to study today.

"Zhibi Nanshan, words are beautiful. I am sad that I have not seen a gentleman. I also see and stop, and my heart is ........."

Fu Nian looked like an old pedant, and spoke seriously, and from time to time he glanced at the students sitting below to see if they were listening carefully.

The sound of Langlang books is like a spring breeze, blowing through thousands of years of time and space, and the young man is ambitious.

Zimo studied very seriously, but it was inevitable that he would run away, and when he was about to eat, he heard a gurgling sound from the side, and Fu Nian didn't delay the class, and the class was out when the time came.

The food of the little sage village is supplied by the shopkeeper Ding, and there is also a kitchen here, but the power is in charge of the shopkeeper Ding, and the food he makes is naturally delicious, but the standard configuration of the general school should be "big pot rice", which is responsible for the little guys, and the shopkeeper Ding only serves the food of the three confucians, which may be the reason why Fu Nian does not drag the hall.

The morning time is to learn the "cultural class", and practice the six arts in the afternoon, and today's six arts course is taught by the third master Zhang Liang, generally Zhang Liang teaches the six arts, the last time Zimo and the little fat man hated was in his swordsmanship class.

Zhang Liang arrived at the shooting range on time, and all the students were also lined up, Zimo was the first in the first row, usually he was a little loner, after all, a person who was already in his twenties in his previous life, there was always some misfit among these teenage bear children, but because of his good grades, and he was also valued by the third master Zhang Liang, people also respected him.

"Zimo, tell me what Xiaoliuyi is, this is a very simple basic knowledge." Zhang Liang smiled, he prefers Zimo, and he is also well known in Confucianism.

Zimo stepped out of the ranks, took a step forward, stood in front of everyone, and said in a deep voice: "The six arts of the little one are etiquette, music, archery, royalty, calligraphy, and mathematics. ”

This knowledge is very simple, that is, etiquette norms, music, archery (martial arts), driving, writing, mathematics (mathematics).

In the view of the ancients, listening to music is learning, practicing martial arts for self-defense is learning, driving is also learning, and Confucianism should not only cultivate scholars who can only read, but should be more all-round talents.

"Well, okay, let's start practicing archery." After finishing speaking, Zhang Liang picked up a bow and arrow, aimed at the target in the distance, and pulled the bow to charge his strength!

Shout!

The arrow flew out in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it hit the bull's-eye!

Bang!

Although Zhang Liang has an elegant face and looks delicate, he can call the little sage village where the heroes gather is called the Third Master, and he is at the top level in both learning and martial arts.

Zimo has always been a little incomprehensible to Zhang Liang's strength, he is the fourth layer of the "wide" word realm, he guessed that Zhang Liang should have been the seventh layer of the "knowledge" word realm before, but this is just a guess.

"Wow, in the middle, it deserves to be the third master!" The students began to pat their ass and applauded, but Zimo was more indifferent, but he also echoed the applause.

After Mr. Zhang Liang finished the demonstration, the students began to practice, and the little fat man named Zimu didn't say much this time, at most he peeked at Zimo, and didn't dare to babble like before.

Zimo spent almost all the five years in Xiao Shengxian Village in this way, which is equivalent to five years of study in ancient times.

While taking class, Zimo's mind was already wandering out of the world, he was still thinking about Yun Zhongjun and their affairs, a project as big as a mirage, maybe it has already started now, and it is near Songhai City, although he doesn't plan to destroy the mirage, but he doesn't have a good impression of Yun Zhongjun, a strange uncle, and he will definitely go to find him a little trouble when he has the opportunity.

And this Yun Zhongjun is also good at refining pills, and the pills he refines are divided into three types, namely the Ghost Pill, the True Person Pill, and the Juxian Pill, hehe, if you can steal some pills, uh, no, it's to get some pills, then there will be a lot of trouble left in the future practice.

First of all, a large amount of wood is needed to make a mirage, which Songhai City is surrounded by mountains and meets this condition, but a few days ago, Zimo heard some news of timber being transported from other places, and there is no obvious reduction of trees in the mountains near Songhai City.

It may be that His Majesty the Emperor thinks that the wood here is not good, and it was transported from other places, but it doesn't matter, the mirage has not been built yet, the main people of the Yin and Yang family are still in Xianyang, there is no secret at all, and there is also the Gongyi family, if they also come, they can also get a little treasure from their hands, that is not bad.

It's not enough to just think about it, you have to do it if you think about it, that afternoon, Zimo left Xiaoshengxian Village after school, he didn't go to Songhai City, but wandered around the nearby mountains, especially the mountains near the sea, this is indeed a good place to build a ship, and you can go into the water at any time for sea trials.