"Aunt Xiao, the bottle ......"

Before Chu Qingyi finished speaking, the female official named Aunt Xiao had already interrupted Chu Qingyi's words.

"The bottle is derelict in his duty first, greedy for money last, and he neglects the young lady's distinguished guest, and he should be ...... according to the family rules When the vine whip is one hundred, it is lowered by three levels. ”

Chu Qingyi didn't speak, looked at the lake quietly, and was silent for a long time.

"That's it, transfer the bottle out of Chu Garden!"

Aunt Xiao sighed, such a punishment is already lucky for the bottle.

But this kind of punishment shows that Miss is too kind, and Miss will suffer sooner or later if she has such a temperament.

"Yes, Miss!"

Aunt Xiao saluted and retreated.

Huxin Pavilion, where Wushan stayed before, Chu Qingyi stood quietly in the pavilion, looking at the song on the square table.

"There are beauties, and they will never forget it. I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy. ”

“……”

Wushan's masterpiece, for some reason, came to the hands of Chu Qingyi from the hands of the little old man.

Chu Qingyi looked at the explicit and arrogant confession between the lines of the lyrics, and his face was slightly red.

Chu Qingyi was a little ashamed, but she couldn't help but want to continue reading, she loved this love poem written by Wushan very much.

This scene, Wushan has no chance to see it, otherwise Wushan will have to wake up laughing when he falls asleep.

It is rumored that this poem is very powerful, and it once made Zhuo Wenjun choose to elope with Sima Xiangru.

When Wushan wrote this poem, would he have this idea in his heart, who knows?

On the second day, and the house.

Wushan woke up, refreshed, but also hungry.

Fortunately, I am resting today, there is no class, and Wushan does not have to go out immediately.

Although there was no class, Wushan still had to go to the academy.

Because, Wu Shan broke through to the first realm of Wenqi last night, and he couldn't wait to change his identity.

Transforming into an official student of the academy is too important for Wushan.

It can be said that with this identity, Wushan really has a foothold and can barely gain a firm foothold.

Bathing and changing, Wushan took care of himself very cleanly.

An hour later, Wu Shan handed out the waist card of the auditor and entered the academy under the watchful eye of the guards.

Qinglu Academy, the ancestral hall of the saints.

Today is a day off, but there are still scholars in all departments of the college.

The Saints' Ancestral Hall, on the other hand, is the place where the college is responsible for the rituals, rituals, student status and other related affairs.

However, the person sitting in the saint's ancestral hall today is not a scholar of Like, but Zhou Langkun, who has just been promoted to a Taoist of Like.

After this rest day, Zhou Langkun will officially become the Taoist master of Qinglu Academy.

To put it bluntly, Zhou Langkun has been promoted to the sixth realm of Wenqi, and he can be regarded as a big man in the academy and a big man in Qinghe City.

Just as the newly promoted Taoist master Zhou Langkun was reviewing the article, a voice sounded outside the saint's ancestral hall.

"Listen to Shengwu Mountain, ask to see the rotating division commander!"

Zhou Langkun was stunned for a moment, and had doubts, today is Xiu Mu Day, what can an auditor find here on Xiu Mu Day.

"Come in!"

Hearing this, Wushan outside straightened his clothes, raised his head and chest, and walked into the rotating building in the front yard of the saint's ancestral hall.

"Wushan, meet the teacher!"

Wu Shan entered the rotation building, glanced at Zhou Langkun, who bowed his head to review the article, and bowed to see him.

Zhou Langkun didn't look up and continued to review the article, but his voice came lightly.

"What is the important matter of coming to the saint's ancestral hall on a day of rest?"

When Wu Shan heard this, he muttered to himself in his heart, feeling that the division commander on duty today was afraid that he was not in a very beautiful mood, and the tone of this question was embarrassing.

"The students participated in the Yuehua Poetry Club last night, and they were lucky enough to accumulate a lot of literary energy, so they came to ask the teacher to follow up the practice and change their identities at the same time."

"Oh......" Wushan's words surprised Zhou Langkun, and then he raised his head and looked at Wushan seriously.

The figure is like a bear, burly and strong, and the eyes are bright, this is Wushan's first impression of Zhou Langkun.

Wu Shan raised his head and raised his chest and looked at Zhou Langkun.

"Your name is Wushan?"

"It's the students!"

Wushan is confident and steady, his answers are clear and orderly, Zhou Langkun nodded secretly, Wushan's image and temperament are very good, and he looks like a scholar.

"Are you sure the tone is full?" Then, Zhou Langkun asked Wushan again about whether the literary atmosphere was full.

"Sure!"

"Is the natal scripture burned in the literary bucket?"

"Nope! I don't know! ”

Wushan's answer made Zhou Langkun stunned, squinted his eyes and said seriously.

"No or I don't know, which one is it? Make it clear! ”

Wu Shan was stunned for a moment, shook his head, raised his head and looked at Zhou Langkun, and said seriously and sincerely.

"The student just accumulated his literary qi last night, and he didn't burn the natal scripture in the literary bucket, and the student didn't know what the natal scripture was."

When Zhou Langkun heard this, his face relaxed, and his eyes softened a lot when he looked at Wushan.

"Are you sure you don't know the natal scriptures?"

"I don't know!"

Wu Shan replied quickly, thought about it and added.

"The student's family has been poor since he was a child, and although his father also reads, he can only enlighten the students."

Wu Shan paused, organized the language, and continued.

"The student came from Qingyang, and was recommended by Chu Qingyi and Chu Girl from the academy to join the academy."

"Before that, the students knew very little about the cultivation of the Wendao, and the natal scripture was also mentioned by the appropriate teacher, and it was the first time I heard of it."

Wu Shan's explanation made Zhou Langkun's face completely soften.

Wushan, who was born in a poor family in front of him, doesn't know the method of Wendao practice, and doesn't know that the natal scriptures are normal.

Thinking of this, Zhou Langkun felt pity, cared about Wushan's daily life, and inquired about the process of Wushan's transformation of culture.

"When students are in Qingyang, they can't condense their own literary atmosphere, and they can't play their role."

"A month ago, after joining the college, I took a monthly exam and accumulated some literary energy. At the Yuehua Poetry Meeting in Chu Garden yesterday, he was lucky enough to accumulate literary energy, and he was anxious to disturb the teacher. ”

Zhou Langkun nodded while listening, and was very sure of Wushan's statement.

However, after Wushan closed his mouth, when Zhou Langkun nodded, he quickly recalled that something was wrong.

"What did you just say?"

"The students were lucky enough to accumulate literary atmosphere at the Yuehua Poetry Meeting in Chu Yuan yesterday, and they came to disturb the teacher when they were in a hurry." Wu Shan repeated what he had just said.

Zhou Langkun's face was anxious, he shook his head, and continued.

"Last!"

Wu Shan was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and repeated what he had just said.

"When students are in Qingyang, they can't condense their own literary atmosphere, and they can't play a role."

"A month ago, after arriving at the college, I took a monthly exam and accumulated some literary energy. At the Yuehua Poetry Meeting in Chu Garden yesterday, he was lucky enough to accumulate literary energy, and he was anxious to disturb the teacher. ”

What Wushan said this time made Zhou Langkun stunned, and then he was surprised inexplicably.

"You came to the academy a month ago?"

"Yes, Commander!"

"How much talent did you condense during the monthly exam?"

"Three feet and eight feet!"

"What about the Yuehua Poetry Club last night?"

"Four feet and three feet!"

Zhou Langkun was dumbfounded, but soon frowned, a little puzzled.

"Three feet and eight feet at a time, four feet and three feet at a time, a total of only a little more than eight feet, how did you accumulate a lot of literary energy?"