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Chu Mucheng was a little sleepy walking on the road to the Mowen Hall, but he hoped that the cold little autumn fog in the early morning would hit his face and make him sober and sober.

Mowen Mansion is a school that specializes in teaching articles in this barbarian city, from the time when the Chu clan established Chu City, Mowen Hall began to recruit apprentices, and cultivated countless famous scholars for Chu and even the entire human race, the most famous of these famous scholars are four, one is the marshal of the Terran Nanfeng Army hundreds of years ago. One is the famous water control doctor Yu Yuanfu, the original husband canal in Chu is repaired by Yu Dafu, the original husband canal not only solves the flood in the Chu plain, but also fertilizes thousands of hectares of fertile land, making the wilderness a rich cane land. One is Zhang Zimo, the current human race scholar, and the other is Chu Mucheng's second uncle, the jade fan plots Chu Yuncai.

The scope of the professors of Mowentang is very wide, ranging from the study of the world, the essentials of governing the country, and the strategy of conquest, to the agriculture and forestry of aqueducts, medicine and music, and the way of management, covering a total of 100 disciplines.

Therefore, the Mowen Mansion is also famous all over the continent and is one of the four universities of the human race.

The school is different from many aristocratic colleges, the Mowen Academy is very open and open-minded, as long as you pass the literary examination according to your own conditions, you can enroll, and the tuition fee can wait for the completion of the study before repaying, so ordinary people hope to send their children to this Mowen and Mo school to study and learn, as long as they can learn in the Mowen Academy, they will have a bright future, and the fish will leap into the dragon gate.

People hope that they can cultivate the yuan, because once they become a cultivator, they will be able to serve the country, fame and fortune are not a problem, but after all, the requirements for cultivating the yuan are too high, as long as the person who is one in a thousand miles needs to have the yuan attribute in the body, so those ordinary people want to strive to enter the Mowen Academy, serve the country in another way, or have a rich life.

Chu Mucheng stepped on the morning light and walked into the school gate, and there was a huge stone tablet standing at the door, on which the school motto of the dragon flying and the phoenix dance was written:

The boy does not show his ambitions, and he is born with an eight-foot body.

On one side stands another smaller monument that reads:

Rich families don't need to buy fertile land, there are thousands of millets in the book.

There is no need to raise a hall to live in peace, and there is a golden house in the book.

Don't hate to go out with no one, there are many cars and horses in the book.

Don't hate unscrupulous matchmakers when marrying a wife, there is Yan Ruyu in the book.

If a boy follows his life's aspirations, he reads the Six Classics to the window.

Chu Mucheng entered the school every day, the first thing was to stand in front of the school motto to recall some things, in the depths of his memory, the figure of that great shore had long been blurred, but that sentence, he still remembered deeply, "A dignified eight-foot man, you need to be determined to kill all the demons in the world, calm the injustices in the world, and return the world to a clean level, so that it will be worth the trip for a lifetime!"

Every day, Chu Mucheng stood in front of the stone tablet, to remind himself, don't forget, don't forget, in the battle of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion back then, the faces of those demons have been imprinted in his mind, and he has a deep hatred against the clan, and he will repay him with this life, and in this life, Chu Mucheng will eventually shine.

A gust of wind blew, the autumn fog dispersed, and a ray of sunlight shone on the stone tablet of the school motto, and the ancient atmosphere was full of hope.

"Father, this path is my own choice, it's been ten years, from this moment on, I will embark on a journey!" Chu Mucheng said to himself.

Chu Mucheng was a little reluctant to this peaceful ancient mansion full of scholarly culture, he knew that once the plan started, he would never be able to return here, he was grateful here, he was reluctant to the respected old master, of course, and the pretty face that he would never forget!

Chu Mucheng did not enter the literature hall that had been there for ten years, but walked straight to the bamboo garden grass house around the back of the school, and in the grass house was the old master who had taught him for five years.

Today, contemporary Hongru Mo Xueming did not walk out of this bamboo garden as usual, and today he has to wait for a student, the best child he has ever seen.

Chu Mucheng walked into the garden, and saw the old master in the grass pavilion in the center of the bamboo garden from a distance, and the old master was concentrating on studying an exquisite chess game on the chess table.

Chu Mucheng quietly came to the front, did not disturb the old master's thinking, but quietly stood behind the old master, looking at this dead chess game.

"Chu Mucheng, what do you think, how should this game of chess fall next?" After a long time, the old master's voice full of vicissitudes remembered, but his eyes were still focused on the chessboard.

Chu Mucheng smiled lightly, picked up a black chess piece, and then pressed the chess piece on the chessboard, and then still stood silently in front of the chessboard, without speaking.

After a long time, the old master threw a chess piece in his hand onto the chessboard and sighed.

"Sit!" the old master pointed to the stone bench in front of the chessboard.

Chu Mucheng respectfully bypassed the chessboard and made a gesture before sitting down.

"The teacher has nothing left to teach you, it's been almost six years, and what should be handed over to you has been handed over to you. There was a sense of civility in the old master's voice.

"Teacher" Chu Mucheng had sour in his nose.

"Back then, your Aunt Liu sent you to this school, originally wanting you to learn some articles, and then in the future, like me, you will be an ordinary teacher, marry a wife and have children, and spend your life in peace!" Mo Xueming opened the prelude to speaking.

"However, you little fellow is very restless, and instead of studying articles with a special master, you want to learn to grow vegetables with me, an old master who has long been forgotten and is determined to live incognito, I want to know why? Why choose me. Mo Xueming asked a question that had been buried for several years.

"Teacher, I'm unwilling, I want to find my parents, I want to help my father accomplish his ideals, but my Aunt Liu doesn't allow me to practice, only allow me to learn literature, I think, learn literature, learn literature, because powerful literature, reasonable use can also become a sword, I want to carry a literary knife to aspire to the world, to realize my father's ideals, I want to learn the world's most powerful words, so I found you!" Chu Mucheng bowed slightly.

"Oh, you have to learn great literature, those teachers in the academy who teach the country to rule the world and arrange troops, there are many teachers, why don't you go to them, but find me, a little-known planting master?" Mo Xueming then asked.

"Late one night, I found a drunk old man next to the stele of the school motto inside the gate of the school, and this drunk old man said a sentence, 'Master, there is no real successor in the treacherous sect that is rampant in the world, and the disciple is forgiven for being unfilial'. This old man is you, my teacher!" Chu Mucheng's reason was very simple.

"Later, I read a lot of history books in the Moshu Pavilion, trying to find some trick information, the hard work paid off, after dozens of days of searching, finally from a wild Jane, found some information, I summed up from this information, this trick of the trick, is what I want. Chu Mucheng added.

"Teacher, speaking of which, I also have a question in my heart, I don't know if the teacher can answer the doubts in the students' hearts." Chu Mucheng had a doubt in his heart that had been buried for a long time like his teacher.

"You ask!" agreed the old master.