Noon is not the hottest time, but three o'clock in the afternoon. This is also the most sleepy time of the day, but they are still holding books and reading, and the sound of reading is accompanied by the rhythm of shaking their heads.

Zilu secretly touched Yan Hui with his foot: "Did you hear about it? Yan glanced back at him, but didn't speak, but the voice of reading suddenly became louder.

Zilu shook his head: "If you want me to say, let's go listen to it too." The teacher also said that listening to it is clear. ”

Yan Hui finally spoke, with dissatisfaction in his voice: "That's not what the teacher said, it was Guan Zhong who said it, the teacher just quoted it." ”

Zilu smiled: "The teacher quoted it, it's because it makes sense, isn't it?

Yan Hui said coldly: "Aren't you also very excited and happy when you fight? You have forgotten what the teacher taught you, and only by restraining your desires can you become a talent." Things that make you feel good are often not good. ”

Zilu still wanted to say something, Yan Hui had already picked up the book again, but the small argument between the two of them seemed to be clear to the students who were shaking their heads and reading, so when Zilu looked left and right, tiptoed down the book and slipped out, they also put down the books one after another as if they had found the leader, and they rushed out. Yan Hui was the only one left, reading in a sonorous voice, as if he wanted to use his amplified volume to make up for all the previous reading sounds in this library.

A middle-aged man dressed in white came out of the inner room of the study, he looked elegant, every step was square and powerful, with a standard beard on his face, bright eyes, and a tall figure, but there were not shallow wrinkles on his face, so that people could not tell how old he was. He walked through the empty study hall, walked behind Yan Hui, and gently patted Yan Hui on the shoulder. Yan Hui's reading voice did not stop, but there was a little more trembling.

In the study hall on the other side, it was a different scene. The large study hall was crowded with people, and that's not all, the outside of the study hall was also crowded with people, all the way to the street. There is a big "Mao" character on the door of the study hall, which is very conspicuous. Directly in front of the study hall sat a middle-aged man, with a fair face and a bright face, and his lecture was completely different from the mound on the other side of the long street. Qiu is a board and a glance, upright and rigorous, and he is free, high mountains and flowing water. His voice was one of a dignified and majestic man, but with the lightness and liveliness of a young man in it, and when he spoke of the rise, he rose from behind the bookcase and walked among his audience, speaking as he went. His audience was busy making way for him, and at the same time they were busy keeping up with him, and from time to time someone was overwhelmed by his witty words and burst into applause.

Mao's eyes seemed to look at all the listeners, and he had a peculiar ability, and every listener felt that his eyes were looking at themselves. But he actually observed only a handful of people. Of the students he had accepted, only one had a flying soul, which was far from enough. And at least three people in today's audience have this qualification. Although he couldn't name them, he knew that all three of them were Qiu's students. He was slightly jealous in his heart, he was indeed inferior to Qiu in terms of knowing people. He could only test out those who had already reached the level of flying souls, and Qiu seemed to be able to see which people had this potential before that.

The difference is huge, and there are only a handful of people who have reached the Flying Soul without training, just like panning for gold in the sand. He worked hard for many years, but he only found one. Qiu could easily find so many, and if he trained these people like himself, he would become the most dangerous person in the world. But he smiled slightly, he knew that Qiu would not do this. Like a farmer planting the land, the mound works hard to raise seedlings, and in the end, the harvest in the field does not go to the person who holds the armor. I am the one who holds the armor in my hand, so I don't need to plant it, just collect it.

He knows what people like to hear, he knows what people think in their hearts, and Qiu also knows, but he has to go against human nature, refuse to follow it, and be pedantic. He smiled and continued his speech, but his flying soul wandered silently throughout the audience, and finally focused on the three people. The big-eyed young man, his body trembled slightly, and he went in with little effort. With such a strong induction, it is really a good seedling.

Mao rose from a circle of light on the ground, surrounded by a turquoise. He stepped out of the field and onto a wide road, lined with green crops and neatly lined with farmhouses. From time to time someone came out of the farmhouse and went to the fields to cultivate, busy and industrious, and they did not care about this stranger walking on the main road. Mao smiled, this is a person from the countryside, even in his heart, it is difficult to let go. Fertile farmland, spacious farmhouses, and a leisurely farming life should be what he yearns for.

U walked along the road, his feet sliding on the ground. His feet were close to the ground, and his robes covered him, and the flight did not cause much commotion. At the end of the road is a building that can barely be called a palace, to put it bluntly, it is more like a farmhouse that has been magnified dozens of times, although the wall is large, but the wall is actually made of fences. The guards at the gate of the palace wall were strong and tall, but they still held hoes and sickles in their hands. Mao couldn't help but smile bitterly: The seedlings are good seedlings, but they are too rough. But it doesn't matter, as long as he becomes his disciple, he will naturally be able to train and become a talent. Although the two hillbilly guards looked earthy, their reactions were really fast, and he was still a hundred steps away from the palace gate, and he had already pounced on him: "Who dares to offend my middle palace?" When the two guards rubbed their eyes and threw themselves in front of them, the road was empty.

The second is the young man who looks weak at Wenwen, who seems to be underage, and Qiu Shu's students are taught according to their aptitude, and they are not limited to age. He stood on the periphery of the crowd, and the soul of Mao had passed a large number of fools before he touched him, and those minds that were as slow as wood knocked his soul staggering, and although it was not hurt, it felt extremely uncomfortable. He thought disdainfully, such fools can only become the water of the boat, drowning each other, squeezing each other, and the world on the water will always belong to the boat with the armor in hand.

The heart of the weak young man is simple and pure. The place where Mao rose was a lake of clear water, and although his feet were a finger's distance from the water, the cool water vapor came to his face. The lake is so large that you can only see the faint green hills in the distance, which is the boundary of the lake. Beyond the mountains, there may still be lakes, but beyond the lakes there are still mountains. This kind of heart is often repetitive, and there are not too many things that are too complicated. In the center of the lake there was a huge gazebo, almost larger than the farmhouse palace just now. There were many houses in the pavilion, and beside the four pillars stood four huge water birds, with huge beaks like swords and sharp claws like knives. Next to the waterfowl are four children, reading a book and looking vigilantly at the calm lake. This is such a quiet person, but it doesn't matter, with this talent, it will become a great weapon in his own hands.

Mao nodded with satisfaction, and was about to turn around and leave, when a calm and calm male voice came from beside him: "Have you seen enough?"