Ten minutes later, Xintianyou and Lao Qingde walked out of the door.

Yu pimple quickly dodged away, stood aside respectfully, lowered his head, and bowed his waist slightly.

Dong Shumin glared at the old man, stepped forward with a snort, and asked, "Xiaotian, how long do you want to stay here?" It's almost time for the spring exam. ”

It turns out that the spring examination once every three years is not only an examination for the selection of children of the Xiaoshui Sword Sect, but also the grandest carnival in China. Wealthy families sent their children thousands of miles away, people from counties and villages gathered in Wangcheng, and even tourists from other countries. It was very lively, and the government and the people enjoyed together.

One of the most popular programs is a three-day ring competition.

The level is not particularly high, but it is very close to the local atmosphere and is very popular.

The tricks between top masters are not seen by ordinary people at all. It also lacks ornamentality, and often ends without waiting to see clearly. Just as 10,000 years ago, when humans watched a debate contest on TV, it was definitely not as good as watching two shrews quarrel in the vegetable market. Watching the boxing champion fight for hegemony is better than watching the two hooligans at the door of the house brawl.

Dong Shumin was full of interest, and Ma Cuihua was fascinated for a long time.

Because on the third day, the younger generation of Huaguo's martial artists in the Netherworld will spring up like mushrooms after a rain and appear in the ring that has attracted much attention and made a name for themselves.

For the two of them, the names that were like thunder finally became big living people in front of them. The feeling of excitement is like a fan entering a concert, and it is stronger than listening to a record.

Today was the second day of the ring match, and they had planned to rush to Baisha City in the afternoon. Take a break, take a stroll, and watch the showdown tomorrow.

But for Xintianyou, the ring competition is a fight between children to compete for the king of children, which is far less important than here, Dao:

"I have something to do, so I'm not leaving today. Go first, and then meet again. ”

Dong Shumin pursed her lips and said:

"Cut, if you don't leave, you won't leave at all, what if you lose it...... If my mother hadn't ordered me to do everything, Miss Ben wouldn't have bothered to wait...... Hum! ”

Ma Cuihua looked at her father, didn't discuss it anymore, and plucked up the courage to say:

"I'm not leaving."

Miss Dong was a little dizzy, and said hurriedly: "Haven't you been talking about entering the royal city to open your eyes, why don't you leave......" suddenly remembered something, glanced at Lao Qingde, and quickly covered her mouth.

Xintianyou nodded, knowing that Ma Cuihua not only didn't leave today, but also wouldn't leave tomorrow. Fortunately, this place is close to the royal city, and you can go there in the future. But in the next three years of spring exams, she may not be able to see it.

If Master's prediction is accurate, in three years, the ice caps at the North and South Poles will begin to melt, and floods will inundate most of the landmass. And the nightmare has only just begun......

The young man glanced at the front lawn of the Yu Mansion, walked to the big stone monument on the edge, and raised his palm.

Dust is falling.

The six words "Shi Dangdang, Zhen Hundred Ghosts" disappeared in an instant, revealing a white screen with a depression of five millimeters.

In the jaw-dropping of everyone, the young man's index finger was a little, and a hole was basically poked out of the hard stone tablet. Then the hook was recycled, and finally the stone in the middle was cut off, and a melon-shaped "point" appeared.

The standard face body is like a melon seed, and the skimming is like a knife.

Xintianyou has never practiced calligraphy, but he has observed the stele of the great master Yan Zhenqing more than once in the virtual realm. All we have to do now is to find the blocks in our minds and simulate the shapes accurately.

In fact, the way the calligraphy moves is exactly the same as the order of his movements just now. It's just that the writing of "point" is to drag the pen down after the hook is recycled, and fill the gap in the middle with ink. He first sketched the outer edge, and then grabbed it with five fingers, and directly cut off the middle part.

Then there was another horizontal ......

Three minutes later, two majestic and solemn characters appeared on the stone tablet.

The silkworm head swallowtail, the law is severe, but it is not rigid. Like a dead forest and an old tree, a flower grows angrily, and ten thousand branches bloom, radiating vitality.

Ark!

Dong Shumin chuckled, stood on tiptoe, put her fist into the hole of the word "Fang", and said:

"Miss Ben bets that there will be swallows and sparrows to make nests in the future...... Xiaotian, your handwriting is so ugly, why is the lettering so powerful? ”

Seeing Xintianyou easily sharpen the stele with his palm and carve the stone with his finger, the people who experienced the night of the mountain temple turned a blind eye.

Yu Pimple was ecstatic in his heart, and he was pitiful, he could finally hold a big thick leg!

He Qingqing's poems are amazing, but he doesn't read many classics. My mind turned several times, and I couldn't remember what allusions the "Ark" came from.

For readers, calligraphy is a basic skill. The so-called pen goes to the dragon and snake, and the paper is full of smoke.

You are powerful, and they obey, but they do not admire. Your spell is high, and they are in awe, but they do not admire. And the splendid article, the dragon and snake at the bottom of the pen, can make a scholar admire from the bones.

Lao Qingde's eyes stared at those two words, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and involuntarily stretched out his hand to gesture in the air, almost bowing and worshipping.

There was a small meeting before the stele, mainly to lobby Xintian, and everyone listened.

He wants to run a school in Furong Village.

The so-called private schools are government-run schools. Yixue is free of charge, subsidized by the government or funded by good people, and exempted from tuition and book fees for poor students.

I've never seen Xintianyou like this, with all board and lodging.

In addition, children between the ages of six and eight cannot take care of themselves and have to be taken care of by a special person. 300 students, plus about 100 teachers and handymen, need at least 10,000 taels of silver a year.

Someone, whose purse was cleaner than his face, was ashamed to speak and spread his hands.

"Money is not an issue...... The problem is, I don't have any money right now. ”

Lack of money? Great, simply wonderful...... Yu Pimple immediately patted his chest, and said that he could make up more than 8,000 taels of silver, and dedicate it all.

Dong Shumin took out three hundred taels of gold on the spot, which was originally the expense prepared by the Dong Mansion for the believer.

During the period of the empty period, Ai Ai took out twenty taels of silver obtained from selling salted fish, but was blocked back. I was so anxious that I blushed and my neck was thick, and I shouted continuously, looking down on me, right?

Xintianyou had no choice but to ask Lao Fuzi to accept it.

He Qingqing blushed and said timidly:

"I live close and teach the children in the village. Is it good to be a teacher, don't want money......"

Xintianyou glanced at her and said:

"Don't ......"

Seeing the girl wiping her eyes, she was afraid that she would cry "wow" in the next second, and explained with a smile.

"Of course you can come, but you can't do it without money...... We have to pay the highest price and hire the best teachers. If there is no pay, who will come? If you don't want it, won't the others who took the money be ashamed? They have no money, what do they rely on to support their families, and how can they teach in peace? ”

He Qingqing burst into tears and laughed.

What exactly does "Ark" mean? Even the knowledgeable Lao Fuzi looked confused.

Xintianyou was pestered by Dong Shumin, and simply explained that legend has it that in ancient times, the gods destroyed the world with a flood. Someone built the Ark, a very large ship, which brought many people, animals and plants from the catastrophe.

Miss Dong immediately proposed that using "Ark" as the name of the school is not only obscure, but also unlucky, so it is better to call it "Furong Yixue". The proposal was unanimously praised by everyone and passed by acclamation.

Xintianyou doesn't care, because the word ark is originally the number in his heart.

If you want to escape the earth and go to a foreign land, you can't have a small population base. At least a hundred Ark bases like this must be built.