"Right now, there's an errand for you. ”

Mr. Wuyun, projected by Zhang Dongyun, said indifferently.

Xu Xingzhi bowed: "Sir, please speak." ”

"Teach. Mr. Dark Cloud smiled slightly.

Xu Xingzhi was surprised again.

For him, a former teacher at White Horse Academy, teaching and lecturing is really a good job.

There was even a sense of anticipation in his heart at this time.

In this Chang'an City, there are good seedlings who participate in the study of Confucian classics?

However, being beaten by Mr. Wuyun just now, Xu Xingzhi was inevitably uneasy at the moment, feeling that it should be Mr. Wuyun's test for him now, and there would not be such a cheap good thing.

While guessing in his heart, he replied, "Everything is according to the arrangement of the sir." ”

Mr. Wuyun bowed slightly: "After you settle down at your residence, go to the academy in Beicheng, find a person surnamed He, and listen to his arrangement." ”

"Yes, sir. Xu Xingzhi said in a deep voice.

In this mysterious city deep in the mountains, there is also a academy?

No matter what the scale is, the fact that the rulers of Chang'an City can have this heart proves that they really have no small intentions.

Xu Xingzhi felt that he had come to the right place.

He obeyed the arrangement, followed the people to the place where he lived, arranged the shape, and then went out to the northern neighborhood of Chang'an City.

Xu Xingzhi was a practitioner of the sixth realm of Confucianism, and he didn't need to ask the people in the city to know the specific location of the academy.

Looking from afar, Xu Xingzhi saw an illusory Wenhua qi soaring into the sky.

If you get a little closer, you can hear the faint sound of reading a book.

Xu Xingzhi smiled slightly and walked there.

However, as he got closer and closer, Xu Xingzhi frowned secretly.

When he arrived at the gate of the academy, he stopped and did not enter immediately.

The plaque on the door is written with the four characters of "Chang'an Academy".

It has the same name as this Chang'an City, which shows the extraordinaryness of this place.

However, Xu Xingzhi observed carefully, but he did not feel that there were Confucian cultivators in it.

The sound of reading and the atmosphere of Wenhua are all brought by ordinary ordinary readers.

Here, there are no Confucian practitioners?

Or are there gifted children, but there is a lack of someone to teach them?

Or, there are Confucian masters, but they don't realize it...... Xu Xing's heart was full of suspicions.

After collecting his thoughts, he knocked on the courtyard door.

Soon, a porter opened the door and came out, looking Xu Xing up and down: "This gentleman is ......"

Xu Xingzhi took a deep breath: "Xu Xingzhi of the White Horse Academy, on the order of Mr. Wuyun, came here to teach and find a gentleman surnamed He. ”

The porter invited him in: "It turned out to be Mr. Wuyun's arrangement, Mr. Xu, please come in, Mr. He is in class right now, you might as well wait for a while." ”

"Can I go to class with me?" asked Xu Xingzhi.

"Naturally, Mr. He instructed, as long as you don't disturb other people listening to the class, anyone can go over at any time. ”

After listening to the other party's answer, Xu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows slightly.

He calmed down, followed the other party to the class, and quietly stood outside the door.

In the classroom, a young man in white was giving a lecture.

Below the black pressure on a large group of students.

Xu Xingzhi was outside the door, and he didn't listen to two sentences, but he felt that something was wrong.

He looked closely and made sure that he was not mistaken.

A large group of people in this class did not have Confucian cultivation, and they did not even have any talent and culture.

The talent of the academy soaring into the sky is just that they study together, because of the articles, and they gather together.

The origins of this group of students are even more varied.

There were farmers with sun-burned faces and dried mud on the cuffs of their trousers.

There are old men with gray hair and cloudy eyes.

There are women in cloth clothes and hairpins, slightly cramped.

And all that.

There are school-age children, but not even half of the number in the classroom.

The content of the lecture given by the young man in white was also extremely simple.

It is not so much an article as it is to facilitate the literacy of the illiterate.

However, those who teach are attentive, and those who listen are equally serious.

Xu Xingzhi watched quietly from the side, and gradually saw the doorway.

The young man in white was a Confucian practitioner, and his level was not low.

Most of the people who listened to the lecture didn't know a basket of big words, and they didn't even know half a basket.

However, the Confucian brocade embroidery was used by the young man in white to give lectures, and it had an almost empowering effect on the students in the classroom.

So the progress and effect of the class are very gratifying.

Xu Xingzhi watched in secret, thoughtfully.

I don't know how long later, the class was over, and the people in the room left in twos and threes.

They went back to their own houses, and they had to do their own business.

But everything in the class is slowly changing their lives.

Inside, there were a few people left.

Xu Xingzhi noticed them very early.

That's a couple of readers.

However, he failed to embark on the path of Confucian practice.

Moreover, according to Xu Xingzhi's observation, they should not have the potential to embark on the path of cultivation in the future.

These scholars were in Longbei County in the past, and their lives were unsustainable, so the victims fled together and finally came to Chang'an City.

After entering the city, they returned to their old jobs and enrolled students to teach.

After Zhang Dongyun asked Shen Herong to open Chang'an Academy, these people were all absorbed.

They also listened to Shen Herong's lectures, and then passed them on to others.

The city is not limited to Chang'an Academy, but with the academy as the center, forming a network to the periphery.

In addition, Mr. Wuyun's side continued to issue decrees to give preferential treatment to scholars, which made the atmosphere of reading more and more intense in Chang'an City.

After the private school gentlemen left, Xu Xingzhi slowly walked inside.

"Mr. He, Xu Xingzhi came by order. ”

Shen Herong, who incarnated as a young man in white, nodded:

"The Chengnan Branch is about to complete its preparations, and you are a cultivator of the Sixth Realm, and you just happened to go over to preside over it. ”

Of course, it is good to be able to become a family on its own, but Xu Xingzhi is not busy and happy: "I don't know if there is a standard for the enrollment ceremony?"

"There are no standards, men and women, young and old, can go to school. Shen Herong replied: "There are rules in the city that everyone must be enrolled. ”

It's really all for the common people...... Xu Xingzhi slowly exhaled: "Actually...... There are many ways to verify whether a person has talent potential. ”

"It doesn't matter if you have a literary talent or not. ”

Shen and Rong Zhishi each other: "The important thing is that everyone can read and write." ”

"Why did Mr. Wuyun have such a strange order......" Xu Xingzhi muttered in a low voice.

Shen Herong looked at him for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "This is the order of the Chang'an City Lord." ”

Xu Xing was stunned, and after a while, he saluted the young man in white in front of him:

"Students must do their best, and dare not be negligent, Mr. Xie He pointed out. ”

Shen Herong glanced at each other up and down, dipped his pen in ink, and wrote on the paper.

After writing, she handed it to Xu Xingzhi: "This word is for you." ”

Xu Xingzhi took a look and immediately froze on the spot again.

The contents on the paper are:

"Words"

Shen Herong was really unambiguous, and said that if he gave him a "word", it would really be a "word".

At the beginning of Xu Xing, there was some ridicule.

But when he looked closely at the ink on the paper, his eyes became dull, and his spirit was deeply immersed.

Shen Herong put down his pen, sat behind the table, and read by himself.

The sky outside is gradually darkening into the night.

The lights in the house were lit, and Xu Xingzhi woke up suddenly.

"Sir, this is ......" his eyes still took some of his eyes off the paper.

Shen Herong also did not take his eyes off the book he was reading:

"Words, the foundation of culture, articles, and civilization, the more I read books in recent years, the more I feel that the words themselves are infinitely mysterious and graceful. ”

"Mr. Xie. ”

Xu Xingzhi thanked him a little dejectedly and left.

His eyes were still fixed on the paper, and he stumbled as he walked, so much so that when he went out, the scarf above his head was crooked.

Shen Herong, who didn't care much about it, frowned slightly, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at the other party's back.

She subconsciously wanted to put her hat on for the other party.

But suddenly realized something, and finally didn't stand up, but moved slightly uncomfortably.

She tried to open her mouth to remind the other party, but in the end she kept silent and held back in her stomach, only sighing.

"It's hard for you to endure so hard. ”

Zhang Dongyun's figure sat in the chair opposite Shen Herong without warning.