In June, the six Confucians came to meet, and at the beginning of August, the bamboo forest school was quiet, but there were many students sitting under the pergola thirty zhang away, pondering the article.

However, when there is time, Chai Tiannuo will review the policy articles, point out the shortcomings and how to correct them, and have a serious attitude, and not be irritated by the large number of people, and the temperament of the leader of the future Wenzong literary altar will be revealed.

Now what Chai Tiannuo is short of is time, when the reputation is victorious, there are several good works circulating, and the disciples have celebrities, then this Wenzong or even the name of Wensheng will be implemented!

With the arrival of many students, many buildings such as the lecture hall and the Sixian Academy have risen one after another, and the teaching has been more than Mongolian.

Today, the scale of the Bamboo Forest School is far from being comparable to a so-called Earth School, there are twenty or thirty newly recruited teachers, and the number of students has exceeded 500.

Many people proposed to change the Bamboo Forest School to the Bamboo Forest Academy, after all, the current scale is not comparable to several large academies in the Northern Capital.

Chai Tiannuo shook his head with a smile and said, "It's still a little close." "Everyone is at a loss, with such a reputation and such a scale, where else can it be worse?

Chai Tiannuo smiled silently, and the center of his eyebrows was full of righteousness. In the past half a year, the Haoran righteousness stored in the center of the eyebrows is dozens of times that of the past years, Chai Tiannuo sighed, sure enough, educating people and preaching is true!

The true qi and righteousness in the dantian are combined, setting off countless huge waves, this time, it is really going to break through the realm and enter the Yuanying, what is missing is just a little opportunity.

In the Northern Capital, Prince Li Yinze, the capital of the Northern Regions, walked back and forth with his hands behind his back, and said in a rather excited tone: "I know that Mr. Zhulin will definitely become a saint, and my Northern Regions will have its own literary holy land, see who says that the Northern Regions are a Wendao Desert!" ”

"Lonely's eyesight is still so sharp!"

“。。。。。。 Cut, it will be an afterthought. ”

"What did you say?!" The prince glared, and Yuwen Zhi said with his teeth in his mouth: "Your Majesty Shengming, your eyesight is hard to find in the world~~." ”

"I'm happy today, so I won't worry about you, Young Master Sun, and go to the Bamboo Forest Academy with Gu."

"You mean, let the prince go to school?" The young master asked softly, and the prince nodded: "Yes, although you can teach, you have lost a little spirituality after all, and Chang Geng's body has changed, and there is no place for the life decoction these days, and it is time to go to Fukejin to find a way." ”

"I'm going too, I'm going too!" Yu Wenzhi raised his hand, he missed the opportunity to meet Mr. Zhulin last time, and he couldn't let it go this time.

On the eighth day of the eighth month of August, the prince took his eldest son's hand and looked at the prospect and said: "Oh, if the location has not changed, I can't recognize it, this is the small bamboo forest school!" It is no wonder that he said that in the west of this land of Luzuo, there are now at least dozens of houses, and the newly planted vegetation is flourishing and lush to the eye, and the desert is dotted with vast expanses of green.

If you don't say it, no one can guess it, but it will only be the result of less than half a year.

"The aura here is so lush, if it weren't for Your Majesty's explicit, I really can't believe that this place was originally a desert!" A scribe beside him sighed and said that he was Ding Changshan, an elder of the Dahe Sect, a Five Immortal Qi Refiner, and his identity was similar to that of Dahua Zheng, both of whom were the sons of the Mandate of Heaven to avoid turmoil in the world.

"Perhaps, this is the ability of a person who has become a saint, it is a desert, and it will also be changed because of it, just like the two saints of Qiankun back then." Young Master Sun Sixian said thoughtfully.

The prince, the prince, Ding Changshan, Sun Sixian and Yu Wenzhi, a group of five people walked to the gate of the courtyard with the plaque of the Bamboo Forest School.

Although the area of the school is more than ten times larger, the first few earthen houses, as well as the fence walls and courtyard gates, are still preserved.

Lu Zuo's children study hard every day, which is completely different from the hustle and bustle outside the wall, and it is extremely quiet. Luo Hu gently swept the ground with a big broom, and when he saw a group of five people striding forward, he whispered: "My master is just in the school, don't disturb, wait in the pavilion if you have something." Yu Wenzhi was annoyed when he heard this, stepped forward and came to Luo Hu, and just wanted to open his mouth to scold, but was forced back by Luo Hu's eyes, sweat immediately flowed down, and he pulled the prince's sleeve and left.

The five of them sat down in the pavilion, there were teapots and teacups on the stone table, and the prince touched it and even had a residual temperature, so he poured a cup of tea with his own hands, handed it to Yu Wenzhi, whose face was a little pale and full of shock, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, why did our domineering Yuwen Great Immortal suddenly wither?" ”

“。。。。。。 The old man in black is a master beyond imagination! Yu Wenzhi wiped the sweat from his forehead, his heart palpitated, and with just one glance, the dantian was almost unable to function, far from being able to resist it.

"An old servant has such a realm, Mr. Zhulin is really not simple!" Sun Sixian nodded lightly, Ding Changshan smiled and was just about to speak, Mo Niang walked out of the courtyard with the three cooks talking and laughing, and inadvertently glanced at Ding Changshan, who was dressed as a scribe, and his smile immediately froze on his face.

"Master Ding, what's wrong with you?" The prince saw that Ding Changshan, who originally wanted to speak, shut up, and his expression was the same as Yu Wenzhi, and he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Then, the woman in the black Luo skirt is afraid that she is the same as the family teacher, and she is a nine-rank knowing the destiny of heaven!" The group looked at the few women who were talking and laughing and walking into the distance, and their hearts and livers were all fluttering and jumping, especially the prince, who had been here several times before, and never imagined that the two who seemed to be ordinary were such masters!

“。。。。。。 That Shenzhou Confucian is so right, Mr. Zhulin is no longer a Wenzong can be described, I can't say it, he will really become a new generation of Wensheng! Sun Sixian sucked in the cold air and said, a few people nodded silently, the old saying is that there are many strangers under the saint's door, and the ancients are honest and do not deceive me.

During the conversation, An Qisheng, who was wearing a white robe, walked over, holding a tea tray in his hand, and said apologetically: "I'm really embarrassed, today the tutor personally attended the class with the students, Luo Lao is more straightforward, and he doesn't like people to make noise in class, so he acted a little too aggressively, and I apologize to you on behalf of the tutor." ”

"It's a guest from afar, this is the medicinal tea I made myself, but it can be defeated, please." Set up the teacups, and An Qisheng poured tea with a few people.

The prince thanked him, took a sip of the teacup, and then drank it dry, and couldn't help but praise a good tea!

"Little Master, are you a Taoist?" Yu Wenzhi looked up and down and asked curiously. An Qisheng was full of princes again, and nodded lightly: "Exactly, I entered the Taoist Gate at the age of three, and now I have been empty for fifteen years." ”

"Your master is Mr. Zhulin?" Yu Wenzhi asked again, and An Qisheng smiled: "That's nature, who else can it be besides the family teacher?" ”

"Then, is Mr. Zhulin a writer or a Tao?" Yu Wenzhi said in a daze, An Qisheng replied with a positive face: "It doesn't matter about the civil and martial arts, Buddhism, the family teacher has long been detached." The prince couldn't help but look at Yu Wenzhi, this is not small.

“。。。。。。 Little Master, have you already entered Qi refining? Ding Changshan asked with a solemn face, An Qisheng nodded, and said a little shyly: "I was born stupid, I am eighteen, but I am just a cicada, and I really lose the face of my teacher." ”