"University of Cambridge and Oxford in England, University of Paris in France, University of Bologna in Italy (Italy......)"

Every time Lu Haodong reported the name of a foreign academy in his mouth, Brother Xun's expectations became even greater.

"Can I go to all of this?"

Since submitting that manuscript, he has often bought newspapers from various newspapers to read, and he has heard a little about the names of these universities, and the gold behind them is self-evident.

Lu Haodong saw a pain in his eyes, coughed and said, "No, you can't go to any of these." These universities have their own enrollment conditions, and if you don't meet the conditions, and if you don't have an official agreement from the Qing court, people won't accept you. ”

When Brother Xun heard this, his face suddenly fell.

Seeing this, Lu Haodong hurriedly comforted: "What, don't be discouraged." These first-class schools don't want you, we can also take a look at the second-class ......"

At the end of the day's classes, the two chattered in the house discussing the school that Brother Xun could join, it was midnight, but Brother Xun was not sleepy, but was in good spirits.

Lu Haodong glanced at him and said with a smile: "Not sleepy yet?" ”

Brother Xun shook his head.

"Then play a game of chess with me, you can play chess, right?"

"Don't underestimate me."

The two walked into the side room and sat down behind their desks.

"This picking a college is like playing chess, carefully chosen, deliberate, in addition to seeing which school wants you, you also have to see what kind of school you like."

On the chessboard, the two of them each held black and white and began to play.

"I heard Brother Zhang say, you like to write articles and want to use your writing to wake up the world?"

"Yes."

Brother Xun replied.

Lu Haodong looked at him with appreciation in his eyes.

"A man like you, in times of peace, may not be able to do much. But since I was born in troubled times, I am afraid that I can witness the growth of a literary giant. ”

Brother Xun was slightly stunned when he heard his words, and then smiled modestly: "How can there be any literary giants?" What I really hope for is to save the people from fire and water, and I will learn whatever means can save the people. ”

"Really? Would you give up most of your writing time? ”

"Really! As long as I can help the people, I will be willing to do it. ”

"Good!"

Lu Haodong smiled, stopped talking, and concentrated on chess.

Seeing this, Brother Xun knew that the other party had a plan in his heart, so he put aside his distracting thoughts and began to become focused.

At some point, the sky outside the window faded, and the night gradually faded into a new dawn.

Lu Haodong stopped what he was doing and looked out the window.

Brother Xun looked at him and looked up.

The early sun gradually rises, tearing the night.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

......

At the Tianjin wharf, a large cargo ship is berthed.

"My name is John, are you the one who was recommended by Father Hazah?"

On the side of the cargo ship, a middle-aged foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes walked over and greeted Meng Ke and the three of them who were already waiting on the side with a smile in broken official words.

Lu Haodong nodded, took the lead in greeting him, and replied in fluent American English: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. John!" I'm a student of Father Hasa, Lu Haodong! These two are my friends, Zhou Zhangshou and Zhang Yantu. ”

Father Mahassa was a missionary in the United States of America and the first teacher of Western studies for Lu Haodong.

This time I went abroad and enrolled in school, and it was naturally the relationship of this priest.

"Oh! Mr. Lu, your language is very fluent, it seems that Father Haza's teaching level is not worse than before! ”

After confirming the relationship, John immediately boarded the ship with the three of them.

"Was Mr. John a former student of Father Divine?"

Although Meng Ke and Brother Xun have been learning English on their own for a few months, they are still a little lame in using it, probably as ugly as John speaking the official language of the Qing court.

"Oh roar, you won't want to know about my experience, I'm afraid you won't dare to get on the boat."

John, who was leading the way in front, couldn't help but show a mysterious expression when he heard this.

"Emmm, how do you say that? I used to be a smuggler for foreigners, and I also bought and sold small cotton harvesters. Ah, it's a crime anyway. Did Father Hazah enlighten me and make me ......"

"What's that old saying?"

"Oh ho, change your mind and be a new person!"

Good guys, that's a bit of a daunting intimidation.

After all, during this period, many Xia people were also deceived into building the railway in Citigroup in the name of 'gold rush', and finally ended up buried in a foreign country.

The three of them followed John to the small building of the cargo ship.

The small building was covered with thick blankets, and it looked very comfortable.

John led them upstairs and into a room on the far right.

Meng Ke and Brother Xun stood at the door.

"Three of you, please come in." John made an inviting gesture at them.

The three of them glanced at each other, and Meng Ke took the lead and walked in.

"This is my room, and the three next ones are for you."

John explained with a smile as he pointed to the three rooms on the far left.

"Now, come to my room first, and Father Hasa will teach you some survival skills and etiquette."

"First of all, when you get there, you must cut off your braids, preferably with a hairstyle like mine......"

John babbled a lot, and the three of them listened attentively, nodding their heads from time to time to remember his advice.

I don't know when John began to talk more and more, sometimes giving them answers, then telling them how to dress, and then taking out a few suits and handing them them.

Eventually, John said, "All three are very talented, and I am very optimistic about you and hope you will survive." ”

The three of them bowed to him gratefully and thanked him.

As he walked out the door, Meng Ke glanced back at John, who was busy in the room.

The priest had a good eye for people, and at least John must have really changed his mind, otherwise he wouldn't have told them so much.

They didn't go back to their own rooms, but gathered together in the room where Meng Ke lived.

"Runtu, I'm already so old, I really don't need someone else to accompany me."

Obviously, Meng Ke can't rest assured that Brother Xun can't do it, and Lu Haodong can't rest assured that the two of them can't do it.

So the three of them decided to go to Citigroup together.

"Which school do you say you go to badly? Why do you want to go to West Point to learn how to fight? ”

Since Meng Ke knew Brother Xun'er's plans, he didn't know how many times he had persuaded him.

"Others are playing to their strengths and avoiding their weaknesses, but you're good, but it's the opposite. A weak scholar who went to military school? Alas! ”

"What's wrong with going to military school? If you want to calm the troubled times, you have to rely on martial arts. Now there is no shortage of anything in your academy, but there is a shortage of officers who can really lead troops to war. Besides, isn't this just Mr. Lu able to send me in by virtue of Father Hasa's connection? ”

Brother Xun was trained, but his momentum was not weak at all, and what he said was reasonable.

"When you graduate from the military academy, I will lead you to lead the army to revolt, take the army belonging to the head of Qian, and completely end the rotten feudal rule in our hands."

……

The two argued endlessly, which made Lu Haodong, who was watching the play on the sidelines, cry and laugh.

These two are really like a pair of enemies.

In fact, Meng Ke didn't let Brother Xun go to the military academy, he was just worried that Brother Xun would be discriminated against, and he would inevitably be bullied in a military school full of rough men in a foreign country.

As a result, their quarrel intensified.

"Ahem, I'm going to be fair! Brother Zhang, don't underestimate the literati too much. ”

Lu Haodong couldn't stand it anymore, coughed, and pulled the two people who were arguing apart.

The literati of this era may be weak, but in the previous dynasties, it was really to govern the army and the country from the horse.

Why can't Zhangshou regain its former glory?

"Brother Zhang, don't you see Ban Dingyuan abandoning his pen from Rong, respecting the emperor's edict, hiding soldiers in his belly, and looking for the marquis in the Western Regions? Don't you see Xin Jiaxuan's dual cultivation of civil and military, hearing the national mourning, fifty horsemen robbing the thief camp, and the fame shocks the world? ”

Meng Ke defended when he heard this: "These are all famous people, and they have been in history for thousands of years, so they left the name of Liao Liao and several people......"

"How do you know, Runtu, that I can't be one of those people? Thousands of years of history, should be written with merit in my name! ”

Brother Xun'er's words were loud.

Lu Haodong couldn't help but clap his hands and exclaimed: "Zhangshou is really courageous!" ”

When Brother Xun heard this, his face suddenly flushed, and he lowered his head uncomfortably.

Lu Haodong said again: "Zhangshou is right, I mean the same thing." Literature and martial arts have never been the criteria for distinguishing talents, and people who are truly capable should be both civil and military. ”

You all agreed? What about me? What should I do?

Lu Haodong and Brother Xun turned their heads to look at Meng Ke, waiting for his answer.

"See if I'm a fart? It's all sailing, can you still go? ”

Meng Ke glanced at Lu Haodong and Brother Xun angrily.

"I will also vent my anger and let Zhangshou know the difficulties in the future. Zhangshou, since you have already said it, I hope you don't break your word. ”

With that, Meng Ke stood up and walked to the door of the room.

He pulled the door open.

"Where are you going?" Brother Xun thought that the other party was angry, and hurriedly asked.

"Dry rice!" Meng Ke didn't look back.

"Wait for us!" Lu Haodong said with a smile, but he was relieved in his heart.

Meng Ke walked out of the room and suddenly thought of something.

He didn't look back, but said to himself: "Don't eat too much, I'll teach you some self-defense skills in the afternoon, don't be forced to pick up soap at the military academy." ”

The two people behind them naturally didn't know what 'picking up soap' was, but when they heard Meng Ke say this, they thought that the other party had completely deflated.

Meng Xinyan Ke said: The principal has a small heart, don't blame me!

In the following days on the ship, Brother Xun lived like a year.

Even if this is teaching? This is clearly a one-sided beating.

From the handsome boy when he got on the boat, to the 'disabled person' who got off the boat with a disheveled hair and a sore back, Brother Xun'er's life on the ship was simply a tragedy.

Lu Haodong couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle.

Of course, Meng Ke is very measured, Brother Xun'er's wound heals quickly, and with medicinal wine, he can basically get better in one night.

It's just that he was taught a nirvana yesterday, and now he walks with a limp, and he looks particularly embarrassed.

Meng Ke looked at Brother Xun with a sympathetic expression.

Brother Xun stared at him speechlessly.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I've helped your martial arts teacher, shouldn't you respect your teacher? Meng Ke said unhappily.

"Who told you to beat me like this?!" Brother Xun held back tears and reprimanded.

I've made you clamp your legs, who told you not to listen. Meng Ke muttered dissatisfiedly.

"I'm clamping! Who knew you would use so much force? How can anyone kick people here? ”

Meng Ke looked away with a weak heart when he heard this.

"Don't worry, I didn't kick heavily, I was measured, I just flicked it with the tip of my shoe."

Lu Haodong said with a smile: This is your personal grudge, I won't interfere, let you two solve it yourself.

Brother Xun: ...... You're really not righteous at all!

Lu Haodong: What else should I do? I don't know martial arts, so I can't beat him!

Meng Ke: ......

……

From Tianjin, merchant ships sailed across the Pacific Ocean, through the Panama Canal, and north along the southern part of North America.

After more than a month, we finally reached the capital of Citigroup.

After disembarking at the port, Brother Xun and Lu Haodong were immediately attracted by the bustling and lively scene in front of them.

I have to say that the capital of Citigroup at this time was far more prosperous than the capital of the Qing court.

"Zhangshou, don't be blinded by prosperity, learn to become a martial artist, remember to return to China."

Meng Ke didn't forget to advise.

Brother Xun nodded, he naturally understood the other party's intentions: "Don't worry, I won't let you down." ”

"Hey, you three! I need to watch the ship unload, and I don't have time to accompany you to the identity process, so you should first go to the cathedral in the center of the city with a letter of introduction from Father Mohasa, and the priest there will arrange the rest for you. ”

On the side of the cargo ship, John looked at the three people who didn't seem to know what to do, and hurriedly shouted loudly.

A series of American English, coupled with the distance is too far, the sound is intermittent, and the three of them are even more confused when they listen to it.

"Oh, Shet! Strong, you take the three of them, yes, those three yellow-skinned people to the downtown church and find the bishop! ”

After John finished speaking, a white man immediately ran down from the boat and led the three of them to the church in the city center.

In the church, a gray-haired, white-robed bishop and white hat is praying. The bishop was a man, who looked to be in his sixties, slightly blessed in body but in good spirits.

When Meng Ke and the three followed the white man into the hall of the church, the bishop raised his eyes and swept them.

The young man was shocked and hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Meng Ke and others also did the same when they saw this.

This bishop is a white man, his name is Mike, and he can be a bishop in a capital city like New York, which can be imagined his influence and status in Citigroup.

His eyes roamed over the three of them, lingering on the white guy in front of him for a second, then he nodded and continued to pray, as if paying no attention to the three men.

A few people could only stand aside and wait.

Mike finished praying and stood up.

"Come with me, four." Mike made a gesture of invitation to a few people.

"Oh, Mr. Mack, I'm just leading the way, I don't have anything to pray for, just take them in."

The white guy immediately explained.

"Okay, three, please come with me."

Meng Ke and the three of them followed him out of the hall and into a separate small room.