Fan entered and exited the Dongguang Inn, followed the guidance on the map, and went to the Dongguang Bunyuan.

On the road, Fan Jin, who is wearing a talent suit, can always attract people's attention.

"Look at that little showman, so young!"

"Yes, it looks like he's only seventeen or eighteen years old, how can he become a showman!"

"I don't know, our Dongguang Mansion, it doesn't seem to have this person!"

"I've never seen it before, but it looks like it's the first time I've come to our Dongguang Mansion. Look, that little show is coming towards us. ”

"Oh, shame on you, sisters, run."

Several young women who went out together saw Fan Jin walking towards them, and thought that Fan Jin had heard what he and others were talking about him, so they scattered in a hurry and ran away.

Fan Jin looked at the departing woman and couldn't help but be stunned: "Am I so scary?" ”

"Also, I'm only 13 this year, don't talk nonsense!"

Fan Jin couldn't help laughing, since he became a saint showman, under the nourishment of talent, he is not as good as before.

The physical condition is getting better and better day by day, these days, the talent in the body is about to be saturated, and it is only one foot away from lifting people in front of the saint.

Fan Jin continued to walk in the direction of Dongguang Bunen, and finally saw the gate of Tokwang Bunenin a quarter of an hour later.

Compared with the Guangling Academy, the Dongguang Academy is six years old, or even surpassed.

Guangling Academy is only one floor, and there is a courtyard and two student halls.

The backyard is the place where the saint is worshipped, the wing room and guest room where the king rests.

However, the Dongguan Academy of Literature not only covers a large area, but also has two floors.

The four-character plaque of the [Dongguang Literary Academy] is vigorous and powerful, and it is obviously written by a Confucian scholar who has studied calligraphy.

On the avenue of Dongguang Bunyuan, there were horse-drawn carriages parked side by side, Fan Jin only glanced at it cursoly, and there were nearly 50 horse-drawn carriages on the entire street from beginning to end.

In the streets, there are also patrolling soldiers, and if they stay here for a long time without any unrelated people, they will be persuaded to retreat, so as not to disturb today's lecture.

Fan Jin walked towards the Dongguang Academy, and when he reached the door, a leading soldier wearing a Mingguang helmet stopped Fan Jin: "This Xiucai, you are late, the lecture is about to end, and you can't go in again." ”

Fan Jin said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm just here to wait for someone." ”

"Wait for someone?"

The leading soldier looked at Fan Jin, looked at his young face, and couldn't help but ask: "Dare to ask this Xiucai, but the first time I came to Dongguang Mansion, I looked very good." ”

"Haha, I didn't expect to be seen by you, Master Jun."

Fan Jin laughed, but the leading soldier hurriedly said: "The word military master, don't dare to be it!" ”

"Under Li Qiufang, the centurion of Dongguang Mansion, dare to ask Mr. Xiao's name?"

Fan Jin smiled and said, "Fan Jin, a native of Guangling County, is indeed the first time to come to Dongguang Mansion. ”

"Fan Jin, why does it feel a little familiar?"

Li Qiufang frowned, and then suddenly realized that two soldiers came from the government on horseback just now, saying that they were looking for the prefect.

said that there was a Shuangjia case leader from Guangling County, and that person seemed to be Fan Jin.

At that time, because there was a lecture inside, Li Qiufang didn't think much about it after writing down this matter.

I thought that the people below had seen it wrong, Li Qiufang hadn't taken it seriously, but I didn't expect Fan Jin to really come.

Li Qiufang's confidence moved, and he looked at the young Fan Jin in front of him, and became more sure of his guess.

"Fan Xiucai, if you don't mind standing, I can let you into the courtyard to observe."

"Thank you, Commander Li, that's not necessary, I'll just wait outside. You can't break the rules. ”

Seeing that Fan Jin was so reasonable, Li Qiufang also smiled and asked with a smile: "I don't know which gentleman Fan Xiucai you are looking for?" ”

"I know all the gentlemen who are listening to the lecture inside, you might as well tell me about it, I see that the one you are looking for is not inside, so that you don't have to run in vain."

Fan Jin laughed and said, "That adult must be inside, otherwise, this lecture would not exist." ”

Fan Jin didn't directly say who he was looking for, but in his words, it was already hidden.

Li Qiu was able to become a centurion in his thirties, in addition to his excellent military literacy, Lingguang's brain was naturally an important factor.

"Damn, you're here to find that big man!"

Li Qiufang looked at Fan Jin in front of him, but he didn't expect that this young Xiucai would actually know the big man in the red robe inside, but he really didn't expect it.

Just when the two were chatting, suddenly there was a burst of scholarly fragrance from the Dongguang Academy, which was refreshing, and with a breeze blowing, it spread throughout the entire Dongguang Mansion.

"Is this the full fragrance of the magic power of Wendao? Only a bachelor who has touched the threshold of Confucianism can obtain the magic power of literature and Taoism. ”

Before Fan Jin finished thinking, the vision reappeared.

In the sky above the Toko Bunin Temple, white clouds began to transform into white ceilings in the fragrance of books, falling from the sky.

As it falls, the white cloud of smallpox slowly decomposes and finally drips onto the person's body.

"Auspicious clouds and flowers! It seems that Mr. Yang's lecture this time was very successful. ”

The saint's lecture will cause the sky to fall.

And the powerful Confucians, although not as powerful as the saints, can also make auspicious clouds bloom and fall into the world.

Fan Jin caught an auspicious cloud flower, and the flower condensed by the white clouds melted into Fan Jin's palm, and a voice suddenly sounded in Fan Jin's sea of knowledge, which was catchy and lasted for a long time.

"Zi said: There is no class in teaching!"

"However, we are not saints, and the demon clan is all wolf-hearted dogs, roosters and dog thieves, and they have looked down on my human race for a long time."

"Today's lecture is here, there is a small poem, and I should encourage you."

"The heroes of the world are only the kings, and if they don't say a word, they will not be heard.

If you teach future generations to know what to do, as long as the hearts of the people and the great literature. ”

This little poem can't be dispersed for a long time in Fan Jin's sea of knowledge, this is the magic of Confucianism: the aftermath of the beam.

"If you teach future generations to know what to do, as long as the hearts of the people and the great literature. Lord Yang, you have ambitions in your heart! ”

Fan Jin muttered to himself.

At this time, in Dongguang, Yang Li'an looked at the literati sitting under the podium, and slowly got up and said, "Everyone, we will meet again, today, that's the end." ”

"I still have guests to meet, so I'll take my leave."

"I'll wait, congratulations to Yang Shangshu!"

Under the leadership of Dong Yongchuan, the prefect of Dongguang, many literati saluted Yang Li'an.

Yang Li'an smiled and walked out of the classroom of the Academy of Letters.

At this time, many literati were still immersed in Yang Li'an's teaching, and the voice of Confucianism in the sea could not be dispersed for a long time.

However, Dong Yongchuan, who is in a five-rank official position and has a scholarly position, has already digested Yang Li'an's lecture knowledge, and when he saw Yang Li'an leaving, he couldn't help but think: "Yang Shangshu is going to meet the guests?" ”

"What kind of guest can make Yang Shangshu so anxious?"

"Strange, could it be that some big man has come down again?"

Dong Yongchuan knew about Fan Jin's existence, but he didn't know that Fan Jin had arrived today.

"Let's go, come out with me!"

Dong Yongchuan greeted Han Qian, the fellow governor of Dongguang Mansion beside him, and sentenced Huang Shi, and the three of them said hello to Ling Guang, the king of Dongguang Academy, and left the school.

As soon as he got out of the school, Dong Yongchuan saw Yang Li'an patting a young talent on the shoulder with a smile on his face, and then got into the carriage together and drove towards Yang Li'an's residence in Dongguang Mansion.

"Who is this Xiucai?"

Dong Yongchuan came to the gate, looked at the centurion Li Qiuguang and asked.

Li Qiufang said worriedly: "The head of the Shuangjia case in Guangling County, the new talent Fan Jin. ”

"It turned out to be him!"

Dong Yongchuan immediately understood, and just when Dong Yongchuan was hesitating how to contact Fan Jin next, a message came from the official seal in his arms.

"Two hours later, come for afternoon tea. In the evening, I will have dinner here, and by the way, I will introduce a young talent to you. ”

Looking at the transmission sent by Yang Li'an, Dong Yongchuan laughed, and looked at the two subordinate officials beside him: "I heard it, get ready, and in an hour and a half, go to my house to gather." ”

"Understood."