Of course, the stele is still the same stele.

Compared to the last time Xiao Xuan came here, it didn't change anything. This stele has gone through thousands of years of wind and frost, although it is no longer as clean as ever, but the years have only left a few pits on the stele body.

The stele has experienced a lot of things, witnessing countless spiritual geniuses or pillars of the country who have embarked on the broad road of life from that gate of the temple, and even an unusually tragic killing occurred here many years ago. The students of Qingyun Academy have gone one term after another, and the seedlings in front of the academy have become towering trees, some have decayed into dust, and some are still one year old and one year old, that is, the president of Qingyun Academy has also changed nine terms, only the stone tablet, and it is still the stone tablet.

It's just that when he saw it again, Xiao Xuan remembered the feeling he had when he first saw it.

He looked at the stele, his eyes wandering back and forth between the four big characters, and he always felt that there was something strange in his heart that was about to move. It was as if a tick was not engraved on the stone tablet, but imprinted in his mind, lingering.

He suddenly had the idea of getting closer to the stele and wanted to reach out and touch it.

For a moment, Xiao Xuan didn't even remember the fat porter who appeared because he wanted to offend the stone stele, and he didn't remember the man's distorted fat face, because at that moment he only had that stele in his eyes.

Then a bell rang in my ears.

In the distance, the bell rang three times in a row, and the boy finally came back to his senses, and when he looked at the stele again, the stele was still standing, as if it had lost that strange magic again.

Xiao Xuan took a deep look at the stone tablet, and after making sure that he could no longer see any clues, he decided to give up.

The three bells rang just now meant that the academy had finished a morning of classes and it was time for the lunch break.

As one of the most famous academies in the entire Xuanyang City, Qingyun Academy's rules are naturally extremely strict, and even after class at noon, students are generally not allowed to go out without permission. The college provides room and board, so that the average student has no excuse to go out.

So Xiao Xuan and Mu Xiaoyu stood in front of the door for a while, only to see a person walking out of the courtyard gate.

This is a young man wearing a round-necked brocade suit, shaking a paper fan in his hand, a precious jade pendant hanging from his waist, and the words "I am very rich" written on his face.

Generally speaking, such a person would not have any interest in a poor young man like Xiao Xuan, but this rich boy really didn't seem to be an ordinary person, and he actually looked at Xiao Xuan twice.

The young man raised his eyebrows, and the expression on his face seemed to be a little incredulous.

In fact, something even more unbelievable happened.

With a snap, the young man put away the gold paper fan in his hand, walked to Xiao Xuan with great strides, patted the latter's shoulder enthusiastically as if he had met an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, and said with emotion: "It turned out to be you, I didn't expect to meet you here again today, hmm, I didn't expect you to be a student of Qingyun Academy? But it doesn't matter, anyway, the academy is here and won't run away, he will come back tomorrow!"

It seemed that he was burned by the other party's enthusiasm, Xiao Xuan felt a little dizzy, when did he get acquainted with such a rich person?

Without giving him much time to recall, the young man walked away quickly, and boarded a carriage that had been waiting not far away, and before the carriage left, the man did not forget to poke his head out of the window, and shouted from afar: "Brother Ren, we will see you another day." ”

Seeing the carriage leave in a hurry like a mountain fire, Xiao Xuan raised his hand and wiped a handful of spittle Xingzi that was sprayed on his face, Mu Xiaoyu pulled his sleeve, and whispered, "Is that person sick?"

Xiao Xuan thought for a while and said seriously: "There may really be." ”

In any case, since he was not really a student of the academy, there was a high possibility that he would never see this person again.

In that case, what do you want him to do?

The words spoken by the first disciple of the dean of Qingyun Academy have always been extremely weighty, so Xiao Xuan didn't see the middle-aged fat man appear behind the door again. The two came to the gate of the courtyard, reported their origin to the new porter, and asked where they went, but they did not show any other proof, and they were directly released. Walking on the forest path, smelling the fragrance of flowers and plants, Xiao Xuan thought about the old porter with kind eyebrows, and said in his heart that Ke Zimo really did what he said.

A lot of words are said that it is easier said than difficult to do, not to mention that the person is Senior Brother Qingyun, he is just a teenager in the market, and the other party chooses to act according to his words when he has the ability to keep his promises, which is really rare.

Xiao Xuan led Mu Xiaoyu through a small forest, and then walked across the quiet lake, walking towards the depths of the academy. Along the way, they met many students from the academy, and those young men and women were in groups of threes and twos, and each of them had a youthful air on their faces. Naturally, some people will quietly look at this strange combination of boys and girls, but no one shows disdain because of the boy's extremely poor clothes, and no one will come forward to talk to make trouble.

The students of Qingyun Academy have their own pride, they have the capital of pride, and this pride does not allow them to do things that damage the reputation of the college.

Therefore, Mu Xiaoyu, who came here for the first time, had enough leisure and leisure to be curious about the famous teaching place of the Great Xia Dynasty, so as not to leave a bad impression before officially enrolling.

In a short time, a high mountain rose in the distance. The mountain peaks are clear, and the sun rising to the middle of the sky stands in the clouds, casting light on the peaks, reflecting off the cliffs, and sprinkling patches of light into the world, which feels very warm.

This mountain is the mountain behind the academy.

The next time I saw Ke Zimo, it was at the foot of this high mountain behind the academy.

The academy has a back mountain, and there is a grass house at the foot of the back mountain, which is the most famous and least eye-catching place in the whole academy.

The grass house has no name, but it is very famous, naturally because the owner of the grass house is the highest person among the disciples of the dean.

When the two approached, they saw that a large flat vegetable field had been cultivated in front of the grass house, in which some ordinary fruits and vegetables were planted, and a young man in the uniform of the academy rolled up his sleeves and worked hard there.

Looking at the person who was busy here, Xiao Xuan sighed and said, "Qingyun Academy, one of the ten courtyards in Kyoto, is really extraordinary, and the first apprentice of the dean will also go to the ground to grow vegetables himself. ”

Ke Zimo put down the hoe in his hand, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said with a smile: "It's just because I'm the most idle person in the whole academy." ”