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The moss marks are green, and the grass is green. The winding path seems to lead straight into the vastness, and the vitality of late spring allows the grass and trees to obscure the path. The divergent path is two, and the choice is also a choice.

Wang Meng stood by the stream and muttered for a while, and finally walked into the mountain road he set foot on for the first time. Seeing Wang Meng's choice, Jin Song was slightly stunned and glanced at Wang Meng strangely.

Wang Mengmeng didn't pay attention to the different colors of Jinsong, and climbed up along the rugged path.

The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew stains my clothes. On the mountain road again, there is no companion, only a thin body climbs on the mountain path, things are not people, today is not yesterday, where are your former partners?

This time, with Jin Song, an immortal who can fly in the sky, by his side, Wang Mengxin relaxed a lot. Strangely enough, the climb felt a lot easier. Originally, it took half a day to climb the mountain road to the top, but this time Wang Meng only took an hour to see the cloudy peak, and he didn't pant or hurt his waist.

The moment he approached the peak, Wang Meng's eyes suddenly opened up, and the top of the mountain was a huge open land. The clouds are shrouded in mist, an antique building is presented in front of you in the shade of green trees, and the sound of reading echoes in the heaven and earth, as if countless people are shouting in the bottom of the depletion. Here, it is like a learned and Confucian academy......

The bright moon is like a hook, illuminating a touch of emotion. The stars are shining, and the red dust is close to the end of the world. The moonlight is like water, like a faint scene of silk covering the top of the mountain. Spring comes early in the mountains, the flowers are budding, the buds are sprouting, and in the mountains, there are already flying insects singing.

A dilapidated bed, a scuffed desk, and a wooden chair with peeling paint became all that was part of the small room.

Wang Meng sat in front of the window in a daze, staring at the crescent moon in a daze. I can't count the number of days I've spent looking up at the stars here.

After careful calculation, it has been seven years since Wang Meng climbed the winding mountain road and entered this academy.

In seven years, Wang Meng has changed from a small child to a young boy. In the year of the weak crown, he was in high spirits, pointing out the country and showing his pride. Wang Meng spent seven years in this lonely and helpless mountain.

Purple Mountain, easy to get in. Get out, that's a fantasy, no way!

Everyone in the world says that they understand the truth in silence, but they don't know that the devil is born in silence. In the past, Wang Meng was just picking up people's teeth and talking about it. Now I really taste the inhuman loneliness, and every day in addition to boring listening to books is listening to books.

Coming here, Wang Meng finally knew that he was in a sect called the Spring and Autumn Academy. And the Purple Mountain Academy where he is located is a branch of the Spring and Autumn Academy.

The Purple Mountain Academy has a different path, and Wang Meng stepped into the Hongru Academy. It is the way of education and the study of the world. If he succeeds in learning, Wang Meng's way out is to go to the Great Zhou Kingdom in the mundane world and use what he has learned to promote the Confucian way: if he is poor, he will be a teacher and enlighten the world. If you reach it, you will enter the office, and the merit will be the society.

What frightened Wang Meng was that it was said that it would take at least 30 years to succeed in his studies! What made Wang Meng even more speechless was that there was not a single book in the academy that could be read.

The other branch road leads to the Goshin Temple, where the art of immortality is studied. The Tao is against the sky, and immortality is expected. The sad thing is that he stepped on the wrong road and missed the legendary immortals, and Wang Meng's frustration can be imagined. The only thing to be thankful for is that the little fat man has also embarked on the same road.

Time flies, boredom and decadence, Wang Meng doesn't know how many nights of insomnia. I wonder if the old father is okay? Is Sun Laodao still instilling his Tao in his father?

"Boys, it's ...... time for morning school"

Shrill as the voice of a man pinching his throat to speak, breaking the silence of the early morning. Wang Meng smiled bitterly and put away the "Soul Dream Boundless" on the table that had been read for seven years, stretched his waist, and pushed open the door with red eyes.

The rooster crows in the morning, but this purple mountain is a starling to wake up everyone. Thinking of the starling, Wang Meng's face couldn't help twitching, and he didn't dare to delay any longer and walked out of the room quickly.

When he came to an antique building, Wang Meng saw dozens of people staring at the dark circles under his eyes, pretending to be majestic, but he was a fellow doorman who yawned for two days. Seeing each other, they could only nod and smile bitterly. Greetings are waived.

It stands to reason that this should be the reason, in addition to eating and listening to lectures, these disciples of the entire Hongru Academy are sleeping, and they have nothing to do all day, and they should have enough sleep. At first, Wang Meng was quite strange to see the strangeness of the same door who entered the mountain early. But as time went by, Wang Meng also joined the group that was struggling all day and gradually understood the reason.

Things must be reversed, idle is excessive, and all that remains is emptiness and boredom! No matter how mentally tortured there is a perverted grandmaster, it is fortunate that he is not crazy!

In addition to insomnia, Wang Meng flipped through the books left by Mo Fei for seven years, and gradually turned to the tenth page. And his eyes have been quickly wiped by the bald pen, and Mo Fei's eyes are red.

Wang Meng studied hard, and his bloodshot spirit immediately won the praise and affirmation of the only "teacher" in the mountain, and was set up as a model of the Hongru Academy. It's just that no one cares that there are no books in the academy, so why do you read them at night?

"Squeak...... Squeak......"

The monkey who entered the Purple Mountain with Wang Meng came over with a sad face, and on his shoulder fell a starling who was dignified and occasionally obscene.

"Take a day off today, and go to Goshin Temple tomorrow. Boys, Wuzhenyuan argues, don't lose your face as a teacher. There is no confidence ......"

Everyone raised their heads numbly, stared at the passionate and majestic starling for a long time, and finally nodded weakly.

Starling was a little annoyed, and shouted, "Listening to the words of the sages all day long, what kind of physique can you become so listless? Haven't you heard of the demeanor of the four great disciples under the master's seat? I don't know the reason, the teacher's fault, which of you needs to teach the teacher separately for him?"

"Respect the supreme and the supreme is omnipotent, Hongru is erudite, and the order of the great grandmaster Haotian, the disciples will never live up to the grandmaster's entrustment......" Wang Meng and the others shuddered, and immediately became energetic, chanting and flattering the sound of the world.

Starling nodded with satisfaction, "flapped" his wings and said, "What's the problem?"

The place fell into a dead silence in an instant, and after a while, someone asked weakly, "Dare to ask the Grandmaster, what is the explanation for the trip to Wuzhen Academy?"

Starling cleared his throat majestically, and said, "Ten years of Taoism in the Enlightenment Academy is the practice of Zishan, and it is learned by Jie Er and others. This time it's different. Selected disciples can leave the Purple Mountain and participate in the Six Veins of the Spring and Autumn Academy......"

"Grandmaster, is this true?......"

"Mom, I can finally leave ......"

"Woo, it's been twenty years, and the poor boy has happened in vain......"

Before the starling finished speaking, the pot suddenly exploded here, and everyone cried with joy. There were also many disciples who looked quite young, but their temples were dyed with frost, and they hung their feet and cried. The solemn entrance of the academy became a vegetable market in an instant.

"Wang Meng, can you really leave?" Zeng Xiaotian's fat body trembled with excitement.

Wang Meng patted the fat man who looked quite happy and sighed secretly.

Xiaotian, who was originally innocent and kind, liked to chatter, was completely tortured into a stuffy gourd in the seven years of Purple Mountain, and all he could do every day was to stare at the sky in a daze. This also contributed to another bad ending, and now the little fat man has become the best among the fat people. The whole body is fat and has no neck, only the huge head is dark on the body. However, Xiaotian is white and clean, although he is a little outrageously fat, he is quite popular when he is young, Wang Meng has always thought that Xiaotian's dimples were twisted out by those people.

However, to Wang Meng's surprise, Zeng Xiaotian was fat and fat, but his movements were quite vigorous. The little fat man tried to escape from the Purple Mountain several times, but unfortunately all failed. Every time he was punished, he was the "grandmaster" who listened to the road of life in January. In this way, Zeng Xiaotian actually has a strange ability......

The ecstatic crowd did not notice that the starling had flown away from the place, only the monkey was lost and the monkey stood in a daze.

"Why didn't you tell these juniors that there were at most five people on the Spring and Autumn Trip?"

"Wrong, one person at most. The grandmaster is not kind, not authentic, not kind, not free and easy......"

"Senior Brother Yulan, how can you describe the grandmaster with the grandmaster's remarks? This is not kind, not authentic, not benevolent, not free......hearted"

There was a chatter and argument faintly in the void, but Wang Meng heard it very clearly, and couldn't help but follow the sound to find it, but the sound came from a dense foggy cave on the top of the mountain.

"Wang Meng, what's wrong with you? Do you think we can really leave Purple Mountain?" Zeng Xiaotian's fat face became distorted, and he kept pulling Wang Meng's clothes, like a wronged little daughter-in-law. Wang dreamed of what he had just heard, and couldn't help but snort, "You didn't hear it?"

Zeng Xiaotian was stunned, and said suspiciously, "What did you hear?"

"It's nothing" Wang Meng shook his head and pulled Xiaopang to his room. It was followed by a monkey with a drooping head and languishing. Before leaving, Wang Meng glanced at the cave, where it must be the four great disciples who have won the true legend of starlings and have not been out of the customs for thirty years......